Adrien's POV 

It was late into the night by the time the four of us arrived at the nightclub. At 10:30 pm at night, the club overflowed with dancing bodies all blending together, a rich bouquet of floral perfume and sweat twirling in the air. The vibrant music engulfed my senses, thumping inside my chest with every breath past my lips, echoing in my ears, harmonizing with the beat of my heart.

In that moment, my heart was not just pumping blood through my veins but the music as well, igniting and setting my soul on fire.

"Are you guys fucking ready to dance the night away?" Preston shouted over the music. We barely stepped one foot into the club and he was already dancing as we walked, swaying his whole body and throwing his hands up in the air. I smiled wide in amusement. "Cause you fucking know I am."

"I was born ready, baby," Luka grinned. His eyes found Elijah and he slid his arm around Elijah's waist, pulling him closer. "My hands are gonna be all over my sexy and gorgeous boyfriend all fucking night."

Elijah laughed when Luka squeezed his ass through his leather pants. A light blush coated his cheeks. He leaned in, his lips a feather's touch away from Luka's as he whispered, just barely audible over the music. "Mm...is that so?"

"You know so, lovely." Luka pressed a soft kiss against Elijah's lips. Elijah smiled softly at him, his arms wrapping around Luka's neck.

"Then what are you waiting for...?" Elijah snuck another kiss. "Dance with me."

Luka sucked in a sharp breath. "You don't have to ask me twice."

Luka's eyes flickered from Elijah's eyes to his lips, and back up again, his gaze a crackling bonfire. Elijah pulled back, his eyes locked with Luka's fiery ones. He bit his lip, and like a fox luring its prey, reached down to take Luka's hand, their fingers lacing together.

Elijah took a few steps backwards, towards the parade of dancing bodies and flashing lights, his body swaying to the cadence, urging Luka to follow. And Luka did—he followed Elijah into the crowd, not once taking his eyes off of his lover.

I watched them disappear through the crowd, smiling to myself.

"Come on babe, let's go dance." Preston came up behind me, his lips against my ear to get my attention. He gripped my waist and swayed our hips together, playfully grinding his body up against me.

I laughed and tilted my head back, glancing up at him. He met my gaze, a smirk tugging his lips. I turned to face him, pressing both hands against his face.

My eyes roamed Preston, taking him in completely. He looked utterly enchanting tonight, wearing a white ribbed tank top, black slacks and a belt. His outfit hugged his body deliciously, and I couldn't help but stare at him. Silver jewelry decorated his neck and fingers, glittering under the pink and purple strobe lights.

All of the tattoos scattered across his arms were on display, an artwork of flowers and music notes and quotes written in cursive. And his cologne—it was intoxicating, woodsy and divine with a hint of spice—he smelt like autumn, and I wanted to drown myself in it.

"Like what you see?" Preston smirked. I rolled my eyes and scoffed, my cheeks blushing red.

"Just shut up and kiss me, will you?"

Preston laughed. I pulled him down to me and kissed him, my hand gripping the back of his neck. Preston's grip on my waist tightened, pulling me tighter against him. He took control of the kiss, biting my lower lip, and my lips parted, his tongue dipping inside.

He kissed me heatedly, with the promise of what he would do to me later once we got back home, and god, my heart fluttered and a shiver shot up my spine just at the thought.

"Fuck, I already want to take you home." Preston groaned breathlessly against my lips. I pressed another quick peck against his lips, brushing my thumb along his cheek. He leaned into my touch, his forehead against mine. "But that will have to wait...because I've been waiting all damn day to dance with you."

Preston pulled away from me. Even in the hot and sweaty nightclub, it left me cold and craving for his body against mine again. He grabbed my hand and locked our fingers together, lifting my hand to kiss my knuckles.

"Mm...Are you sure gonna be okay?" I asked him. Preston lowered our hands, a heavy sigh leaving his lips.

"I'll be fine, babe. Don't worry," He reassured.

"Are you sure?" I frowned. "I know we already talked about this earlier. But there's going to be alcohol, and pretty much everyone here is either drunk or drinking—"

"Hey, look at me," Preston interrupted me by cupping my face with both hands, tilting my head to meet my gaze. He stared down at me with those icy but loving eyes, his hands cupping my face. "I'm going to be just fine. I promise you. Just like I told you before, if I start to feel uncomfortable, I'll let you know right away."

"You promise?"

"I promise." He stated firmly.

His warm gaze bled into my own. I searched for any sign of uncertainty in his eyes, but of course, not to my surprise, I didn't find any.

He was right, after all. He always told me if he was uncomfortable, and tonight would be no different.

"Okay." I released a heavy breath. Preston smiled softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead, and then my lips.

"I'll be alright, baby." He murmured. "With you, I will always be okay."

A soft smile tugged my lips. After one last peck, he let go of my face and turned me around, gesturing me forward with a smack on my ass. "Now go get your cute butt on the dance floor."

I rolled my eyes, laughing. "Okay, okay. I'm going."

Preston smirked. He walked further into the nightclub. I followed close behind him, gripping his hand in mine tightly as we pushed through the large crowd to the dance floor, searching for Elijah and Luka.

Everyone was gathered around the stage where the DJ was performing, dancing against one another, cheering and drinking. It was dark in the nightclub, save for the colourful lights and disco balls of varying sizes decorated the ceiling—there were probably dozens of them, all clustered together like a blanket of stars, sparkling and glittering.

We eventually spotted Elijah and Luka in the crowd. Elijah had his arms wrapped around Luka's neck as Luka held him close by the hips, their bodies pressed tight against each other as they danced and swayed to the music.

The energy around them was intoxicating. Even from far away, I could feel it. They kissed, drowning out their surroundings. And when their lips parted moments later, Elijah tilted his head back, eyes closed as Luka kissed down his neck, slow but sensual.

"Got any room for two more?" Preston called out to them once we reached them. He had an amused smirk on his face as he watched our two best friends make out. Luka pulled away from Elijah's neck and glanced up at us, smiling wide at us both.

"About time you guys joined us," Luka said, "what took you two so long?"

"We were only gone for like, a few minutes." I laughed. Elijah opened his eyes and glanced over, now aware of his surroundings again.

"Are you okay?" Elijah asked, gaze directed at Preston. He dropped his arms from Luka's neck as he turned to face us.

"Is everyone gonna keep asking that?" Preston huffed. Elijah raised a brow at him.

"Well, are you?" Elijah asked again. He stepped closer and walked around him, giving Preston a full body inspection. Preston rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"I won't be okay until I start dancing. It's life or death if I don't get to dance, and you guys don't want me to die, do you?"

Luka snorted. "You're so dramatic. Just get over here, will you?"

"Are we gonna make out now too?" Preston grinned. Luka chuckled, tugging him over by the wrist.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"You fucking know I would." Preston purred, letting Luka guide him closer. Luka laughed and shook his head, smiling.

"Should we just leave you two alone and get you a room?" Elijah butted in, crossing his arms over his chest. I snorted, biting my lip to contain my laughter.

"Where's the fun in that? We wanna make out with you guys too," Preston winked at Elijah. "Get your sexy selves over here."

Luka and Preston dragged us over, squishing us between the two of them. I ended up pressed flush against both Elijah and Preston, their warm bodies and colognes mixing together to engulf my senses. Elijah and I both laughed, as Luka and Preston began grinding up against us, dancing away to the fast-paced music.

I don't know how long we danced for. Time was lost on me, and the energy twirling around us was vivacious and addictive. All I could think about was the music illuminating my body like electricity, with Elijah close against me and Preston's hands all over me, roaming every inch of my skin.

The rest of our night was spent like that—with the four of us all tucked close against each other on the bustling dance floor, just letting ourselves go and enjoying this moment. And as the night progressed, I found myself dancing with Elijah, just us two. We laughed and fooled around with each other, taking selfies and grinding, all while Preston and Luka danced close together next to us.

The two of them were lost in their own little world. Luka gripped the front of Preston's shirt, rolling his hips into him, and Preston's eyes were closed, body swaying, his fingers brushing back dark strands of hair out of his face.

He let himself completely enjoy the music and Luka's body against his, Luka's hands roaming, without a single care about the world around him. And nothing was more attractive to me than watching Preston tilt his head back, utterly and wholeheartedly at peace.

It was still heartwarming to see how close Luka and Preston have gotten over the last couple of years. It always brought a smile to my face watching the two of them laugh together, have fun together, hug, cry—they were practically joined at the hip, and if you saw how tense they were with each other way back when, you'd never expect that they'd have this close of a friendship now.

But they did, and I would never stop being grateful for it.

And if I was being honest with myself, watching them dance together like that, all hot and sweaty and in a trance, it turned me on, and I just knew Elijah was probably thinking the same thing.

I turned my attention back to Elijah, sucking in a sharp breath. He was already staring down at me with honeyed eyes, his gaze soft and intense. It made me painfully aware of how pretty he looked up close. I found myself enthralled by him within seconds, and the way his eyes were decorated with black eyeliner and glitter only made him all the more captivating.

God, he was beautiful.

And when he leaned in closer, arm slipping around my waist—my heart skipped a beat, goosebumps twirling around my spine.

"Wanna put on a show for them?" Elijah whispered against my ear, his tone light and playful. A slow smile worked its way onto my face. I nodded, my face blushed red as Elijah pulled away to gaze back down at me, his own smile full of mischief.

His hand that was on my waist slid lower—gripping my ass as he pulled me flush against him. He leaned in, his lips inches from mine, and then...he kissed me.

I slipped my fingers through Elijah's hair, gripping his dark auburn strands, moaning softly against his lips. He kissed me deeper. He coaxed my mouth open, his tongue slipping expertly into my mouth, devouring me, tasting me...savouring me.

We made out hot and intense, his lips soft against mine. He tasted like a dessert, like cherries and lemonade. I got so caught up in our heated make-out that I nearly forgot that we were in the middle of a dance floor, surrounded by people, neon lights illuminating us.

And when we pulled apart minutes later, his hand still holding me against him and my lips tingling, my eyes fell between Preston and Luka who stopped their dancing, their gazes like fire on us both.

"Holy Fuck," Preston said, utterly breathless. Luka nodded, looking just as aroused as Preston was.

"That was hot," Luka replied. He sucked in a sharp breath. "Shit."

"It's your turn," Elijah said. His gaze burned with Luka's like they were bathing each other in hot, glowing sunlight. Elijah nodded his head towards Preston, his gaze not once leaving Luka.

Luka slowly flickered his gaze to Preston. The two of them eyed each other down, the air twirling around us charged with electricity, and Elijah and I just watched them with bated breath, silent and waiting. It was Luka who moved first. He reached his hand out and gripped the back of Preston's neck as he pulled him closer, closing what remaining distance was left between them, and smashed his lips against his.

Preston eagerly kissed Luka back. He slid his hand up the side of Luka's face, his fingers sliding into his hair, gripping tight. Preston tried to take control of their make-out, biting his teeth into Luka's lower lip—Luka closed his hand around the front of Preston's neck, squeezing gently in a silent order to stay still. A breathy moan escaped Preston's lips, drowned by the music, all control relinquished.

Elijah and I exchanged glances. He held his hand out to me behind his back for a sneaky low high five. I smacked my hand against his, a cheeky, victorious smile mirrored on both our faces.