Fox looked up at Kris with pleading eyes. "Pleeease?" 

With a growl, Kris pressed his lips hard against Fox's. Fiery butterflies raced through him. Fox always thought that infatuation waned over time, but for him, it only seemed to grow stronger and stronger. Even after two years. 

"You know I want to do other things with you when you look at me like that." 

Fox chuckled. "That can wait until the party is over." 

Kris slid his hands into Fox's back pockets and pulled him close. "As you might feel, someone thinks that takes way too long." He rested his forehead against Fox's and looked at him. Kris' eyes were blood-red. 

Although one look was often enough to tip him over the edge, Fox increasingly enjoyed making Kris wait. "One song." 

"No stupid songs. And no fucking Disney." 

"I'll pick something even you can sing along to." 

"If I have to fucking sing too, then—" 

Fox shut him up with a kiss and then placed his hands on Kris's chest. "I love you." 

Kris tapped him on the nose. "That's no excuse to get what you want." 

"It is." He grinned at Kris and then half-danced—bumping into a few too many people—toward the DJ. "Can you play 'Paradise by the Dashboard Light'?" 

One song, he had said. So he had to make the most of it—choosing a nearly ten-minute track. Swinging and singing, he returned to Kris, took his hands, and led him further onto the dance floor. 

Kris might not like dancing, but when Fox persuaded him, he didn't mind Fox's silly moves and even joined in. For him. It filled him with warmth—he had never thought it was possible to love someone so much. 

Fox forgot everyone around him; he saw only Kris and his wonderful laugh and his strange, yet oh-so-beautiful eyes. They sang along to the lyrics, entwined their fingers, then let go to dance. Somewhere in the background, he could hear others singing too, but he focused on Kris's words as they reached the second part; "Do you love me? Will you love me forever? Do you need me? Will you never leave me? Will you make me so happy for the rest of my life? Will you take me away and will you make me your wife?" 

Though they sang it jokingly, he saw something change in Kris's eyes. A vulnerability he hadn't seen often. He laid an arm around Fox and pulled him close. Goosebumps spread over his body when Kris brushed a curl away from his eyes. Tenderly, his lips touched Fox's. Fox felt his knees go weak. 

"I truly believe I can love you forever, Foxie." He caressed his cheek. "All those questions—they're a hard yes for me. I love you impossibly much, I wouldn't want to be without you, and I want nothing more than to make you happy. And someday, I'll take you away from this place and make you mine." 

Tears sprang to Fox's eyes. He clung to his boyfriend. "You're already mine," he said. "You'll always be mine." 

Kris gave him a smile that set his heart ablaze. He kissed his cheekbone, where a single tear had slid down. Then Kris wrapped his arms tightly around him again. 

Fox closed his eyes and melted against him. For much, much longer than one song.

. . .

Eventually, Kris retreated to the bar. With a grin, he watched as a blonde girl asked Fox to dance, and they danced innocently until her jealous boyfriend pulled her away from him. 

Fox looked a bit lost now that his dance partner had been taken. Kris snuck up to him, embraced him from behind, and pulled him against his chest. The boy seemed startled, then he looked over his shoulder and snuggled against him. 

Kris bent his head and kissed Fox's neck. He grinned when he heard his boyfriend take a sharp breath. "Did I see that right, Foxie? Were your hands on her ass?" 

"What? No!" Fox spun around, staring at him with wide eyes. "I would never do that!" 

Kris chuckled at the panic on his face. "Too bad. I was hoping you had something to make up for." 

Fox lightly punched his chest. "You're the one who has something to make up for." 

"Oh, come on," he teased. "You know it's impossible to make me jealous. I know no one can compare to me." 

"I can compare to you," Fox replied with an arrogance he had picked up from him. 

Kris loved Fox's blushing cheeks, but there were also moments when he radiated self-confidence, and that always drove him crazy with desire. "But your mirror doesn't kiss as well as I do." 

"You don't know that," Fox fired back. He ran his hands through Kris's hair and pulled his head closer to him. A fiery kiss followed, making him lightheaded and sending tingles through his entire body. He even panted slightly when he felt the wall against his back, and Fox pressed him against it. 

Kris stared into his stormy brown eyes. His hands roamed over his backside, pulling Fox against him so he could feel his excitement. "I want you now," he growled. 

Fox's grin showed he knew that all too well. It felt like the roles had reversed lately; he used to be the one teasing Fox. "What do you want then?" His hands slid over his shirt—and Kris could only wish he would slide them underneath. 

"You, Foxie. I want you inside me." 

Now his cheeks did turn a little pink. Fox looked over his shoulder as if he feared someone had heard those words. 

Kris chuckled and grabbed his hand, pulling him onto the dance floor. 

Fox looked at him in surprise. 

"No comments," he said with a crooked grin. "Or I'll be back on a barstool." 

"I wouldn't dare!" Fox jumped up and down with excitement and danced around him. 

Kris watched his happy face with satisfaction. The only moments he felt content with his life here were when he saw Fox laugh.