We're up all night to the sun [AU]

[shadows_have_offended]

Somewhere around eleven, Neil loses his shirt. He's not sure if he just took it off and left it somewhere, or if it got snatched off, or what happened, but he hasn't got it anymore, and it's going to make the inevitable walk home cold, but he doesn't care. He's drunk enough to not care, and the club is warm and close and wonderful.

He's been dancing for so long that he feels it in his thighs and his lower back, and it's a glorious sort of an ache. He's not ashamed that half of his drinks have been bought for him. Probably more since his shirt disappeared. Maybe he should slow down a little bit. But he's having fun. Glitter has ended up streaked on him, and he feels effervescent, glorious. Like one of the fairies from Shakespeare, but real.

He giggles to think about being a fairy. That's ironic, in a fun way.

Maybe he ought to switch to something without any alcohol in it for a little while.

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[i_am_a_lost_boy]

Peter had come to lose himself, and for too long had hung on the sidelines, ashamed of his own cowardice.

But he'd never been somewhere like this before, where all of this was-- was allowed. But after a couple of drinks he'd wandered out into the crowd, tried to forget what this place had done to him, and just tried to enjoy himself.

Which was how he ended up sort of tangled with another boy, shirtless and wild and covered in glitter.

[shadows_have_offended]

Neil smiles at the other boy, laughing and lifting his eyebrows a little bit in a silent question. He doesn't try to speak, not over the noise of the music, the throbbing bass line and the thump of some vocalist that Neil doesn't know and never would have. It's well past his era.

He's cute. Soft in the jaw, but the lights highlight all the angles in his face, put all sorts of colors into his hair.

[i_am_a_lost_boy]

He smiles back, tries not to think too deeply about the weird flutter in his stomach. There's no point in trying to talk over the thud of the music around them and Peter eases closer, making the space between them disappear entirely.

It's not the raucous dancing of the lost boys around a fire, but it's-- it's better.

[shadows_have_offended]

It's the first time that night that someone's actually danced with him. Everything else has been incidental bumps and little brushes, and a lot of Neil swaying and enjoying himself. But it's nice, with someone else. It's always nice with someone else.

He puts a hand on the boy's hip as they sway, liking how he boldly closes up the distance in between them. There's still moments where Neil worries about these things. But not tonight. Not too much.

[i_am_a_lost_boy]

His hand is like a firebrand and Peter feels a betraying blush creep into his face. It's different; it's different and it's new, and he's not entirely sure what to do about it but he wants it. So he keeps close, realizing he's shorter than the other boy.

Would he have been in Neverland?

[shadows_have_offended]

It's terribly easy to just fall into it, to let the noise of the club be what it is, a pulse around them, and to end up very close to this other boy. Neil wonders if they aren't standing just a bit closer than is entirely necessary, but the moment feels awful right, and he hasn't pushed him back, or laughed it away. So he lingers, their hips brushing as they dance.

It all feels rather electric, really. He touches his brow to the other boy's, and finds himself smiling.

[i_am_a_lost_boy]

He's so close and warm and bright and-- Peter's very aware that the other boy isn't even wearing a shirt anymore. It's delicious, tempting, and terrifying to want. But it feels good, and soon enough their bodies are tight together. Peter has to put his hands on the other boy just to keep them that way without either compromising balance.

The smile lights his own, a little daring and a little wicked and a little hopeful all at once.

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The touch, gentle, not really surprising since they're standing so close together, puts a shiver through Neil, just a little one. He sighs out slowly, shifts until he has both hands on the other boy's hips, and then he nudges his fingers casually under the edge of his shirt, feeling along the waist of his pants.

He doesn't quite kiss him, but it's a close thing. Their noses touch, and then their lips very nearly do. He can feel the heat stirring low in his belly.

[i_am_a_lost_boy]

Peter does kiss him. Or it's practically a kiss. Their mouths touch when Peter tips his head up, leaning into it as the other boy's fingers drift beneath his shirt, leaving trails of fire across his skin.

He's aware, then of the tightness of the binder higher around his chest. A gift from Krem. He tries not to think about it.

[shadows_have_offended]

It's a soft thing, barely there, and for a moment, Neil's brain just tells him they've been jostled together. Maybe he didn't mean to. Maybe it wasn't for real. But he doesn't pull away, either, and it's easy to tilt his head slightly and kiss just a little bit harder, a little bit more assuredly.

[i_am_a_lost_boy]

Peter can't help the noise that escapes him when the boy's mouth presses more firmly to his. A proper kiss. He sighed, eyes drifting shut as he leaned into it, hands getting tighter on his side and shoulder.

He thought for just a moment of the last person that kissed him. It hadn't felt quite like this, but Peter was far from disappointed.

[shadows_have_offended]

It takes him a moment to get his bearings, to really think about what he's doing here. They're really doing this, kissing and swaying in close and they haven't even exchanged names. It's a sort of wild thrill, really.

Neil slides a hand down and cups the other boy's backside, drawing him in flush against him as he kisses him. It's a little harder the second time, punctuated, searching. He's not sure how long they can do this, right here in the middle of everything.