Is This Enough ||MxM || Lgbtq+ [ON Hiatus]

Chapter 14

Vinnie's P.O.V

We all piled into Wesley's Jeep, ready to go to the club. Leo and I were seated in the back, and Wesley and his newest hookup were in the front. Wes thought he was slick, but I was aware of the true purpose of the invitation. It was clear that he was hoping to take on the role of a detective.

I gazed into his eyes and uttered a compliment in a hushed voice, "You look stunning." I pressed my lips against his intertwined fingers, conveying my fondness and admiration for him.

"T-Thanks Vin. You look handsome as well."

He had a very casual, yet stylish ensemble with a denim jacket over a grey tank top, ripped jeans, and white trainers. A dainty, golden necklace hung around his neck. In contrast, I wore a black, short-sleeved V-neck, dark grey chino pants, a black belt, and two silver rings adorning my left hand.

The atmosphere was nothing short of captivating as the sun dipped below the horizon. The sky was a deep, magnificent blue, with not a single cloud in sight. The enormous, one-of-a-kind skyscrapers were the kings of the skyline, casting a tapestry of red and blue lights up into the night. The moon was at its apex, adding to the beauty of the scene.

As Wes drove through the city, the streets were lined with an abundance of restaurants, pubs, and take-out food joints. The architecture of Bleyfield was highly acclaimed, yet it did not compare to the beauty of my hometown. Soon enough, we reached the entrance of the club called 'Palace' and all got out of the car to stand in line. The bouncer barely paid attention to our identification cards before allowing us inside.

My nostrils were overwhelmed with the pungent odours of alcohol and tobacco as soon as we stepped into the venue. Wes and his rendezvous made their way to a booth, leaving us to our own devices on the dance floor. Flickering strobes illuminated the swaying figures of spirited youths, while their arms swayed in the air. We intertwined our hands as I took the lead, weaving between the other couples and swaying to the beat of the lively music that filled the atmosphere.

We began attempting to out-do one another with our dance moves, not concerned with the fact that it was a bit unorthodox. That's what going to a club is all about - dancing in a carefree manner with no concern about who is watching.

Leo sported a wide grin as he remarked, "You call that a dance move? I've seen better moves in my sleep."

I chuckled and mockingly said, "Oh yeah? Alright, show me what you got, big guy!"

He began to dance with exaggerated, humorous motions, proclaiming, "Prepare to be amazed by the dancing sensation of the century!"

I jokingly warned, "Woah, take it easy! You're gonna start a dance revolution with those killer moves."

He struck a dramatic pose, "That's the plan! I'll be known as the pioneer of... uhh, "unconventional" dance forms."

I embraced Leo tightly around the waist, feeling his body move with mine in a tantalizing rhythm. His fingertips grazed my stubbly chest as he leaned in to kiss me. It was intense and unlike anything either of us had ever experienced before.

His pleasurable sounds sent shivers down my spine, and the warmth between us was almost too much to bear. His hands grasped my neck to draw me in closer, and as we pulled away, I could feel our foreheads touching. Amidst the hustle and bustle of the environment, nothing else mattered but us. We were lost in our own world.

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

Even though he didn't say anything, I could tell he was feeling the same way. Eventually, we headed over to them. Wesley and his date were grinding against each other. Embarrassed, I coughed in their direction, which caused them to quickly separate, yet his companion stayed seated on his lap, licking, and sucking at his neck.