A shiver goes through Neil, whether in anticipation or Guy moving away from him or the quiet, delirious promise of everything--it's hard to tell. He fixated, for a brief moment, smudging his words softly against the man's mouth--"He's just a friend."--but it's just a stall.

It wouldn't be the first time he's fucked around in a public place. And he is trying to be bold and confident and rebellious, all those things that these last six months have taken from him. On the other hand, going home with someone means a bed at least.

Neil looks at Guy, breathless, question in his eyes; they could cut the night short, if they wanted. The man doesn't let up kissing at Neil's neck.