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 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.