Is This Enough ||MxM || Lgbtq+

Chapter 14

Vinnie's P.O.V

We crammed into Wesley's Jeep. Him, his latest conquest in the front; Leo and I in the back. Wes played it cool, but I knew the real reason for this little outing. He wasn't just going out. He was watching.

Leo caught me looking and gave a crooked smile.

I leaned in, dropped my voice. "You look amazing tonight."

I kissed his hand, right where our fingers laced together. No dramatics, just a quiet reminder of how far we'd come.

His cheeks flushed. "T-Thanks, Vin. You look... ridiculously good, too."

He had on this laid-back outfit . Denim jacket, gray tank, ripped jeans, white sneakers, The kind of look that says, I don't try, I just win. A thin gold chain glinted at his collarbone. I went the opposite route: black V-neck, dark chinos, silver rings on one hand. Sleek. Controlled.

The city opened around us like a movie. The sun had just dipped, leaving behind a bruised-blue sky. Towering buildings cut sharp lines into the dark, lit up in red and violet, like they were trying to outshine the stars. The moon hung high and smug above it all, watching.

We passed restaurants spilling light and laughter onto the street, bars pulsing with music, food joints thick with grease and life. Bleyfield had flair, sure. But it wasn't home.

Wes pulled up outside Palace. The kind of club that pretends not to care but absolutely does. The bouncer gave our IDs the world's laziest glance, then waved us in.

Inside, the air was hot and sour: alcohol, smoke, sweat, too many perfumes trying to outdo each other. Wes and his date vanished into a booth. Leo and I headed straight for the dance floor.

Strobe lights strobed like they meant it, slicing through the haze. Bodies pressed close, lost in sound and sweat. I grabbed Leo's hand and pulled him in.

We started dancing. Badly. On purpose. We tried to outdo each other with stupid moves. Flailing arms, wild spins, the occasional terrible moonwalk.

"You call that dancing?" Leo shouted over the bass, grinning like he couldn't stop. "I've seen better moves in my sleep."

I laughed. "Oh yeah? Show me what you got, big guy!"

He broke into something between a seizure and a runway strut.
"Prepare to witness the next evolution of dance," he yelled, striking a pose like a backup dancer in a boy band no one asked for.

"Careful," I shot back. "You're about to start a full-blown revolution with those elbows."

"That's the plan," he said, out of breath and beaming. "They'll name a style after me."

And right then. Sweat, noise, lights I didn't care who was watching. I didn't care if Wes was taking notes. This was ours. And it was enough.

I wrapped my arms around Leo's waist, pulling him close. His body moved with mine, fluid, instinctive like we were synced to the same rhythm.

His fingers brushed my chest, skimming past the fabric of my shirt, and then he leaned in, kissing me slow and deep.

I could feel every sound he made. Soft and breathy vibrating through me like electricity. He cupped the back of my neck, and when we finally broke apart, our foreheads touched, breath mingling in the thick air.

All around us, music pounded, people shouted, lights flickered. But in that moment, none of it mattered. There was only him. Only us.

"I wish I could hold you like this forever," I murmured.