Owen hummed softly under the music, lifting his arm to bend it back and slide his hand along the back of Vance’s neck, pressing into him and letting himself enjoy it for a minute before turning against him and shaking himself out of whatever pseudo romantic daze he’d created. “I’ll send you nudes tonight if you sing karaoke right now,” he grinned, eyes wickedly dark.
Vance let his body move against Owen’s, the closeless making his muscles loose and pliable, Owen’s hand on his neck forcing his skin into goosebumps, little shivers along his arms. He was surprised into a laugh at Owen’s words, his own eyes twinkling mischievously as he nodded, “Okay… But since you’re coming home with me, you’re going to have to hide in my bathroom to send them.” He grinned slowly, “Tell you what… I’ll return the favour, but you’ve gotta get up there and sing with me.”
Vance licked his lips slowly, turning his face away for just a second to let his eyes slide closed, composing himself...
“No roommate,” Owen divulged, because while he was generally a people person, living with someone who would at least...