A smile though seeped against Zephyr's lips as Jack slid over him that one more time. And they didn't quite part after- he stayed there with him and nuzzled his cheek. "What're you sayin your sorry for? You didn know."

He was kinda gonna have to stop kissing Jack if they were actually going to make it to a room. Which, normally, not the biggest problem in the world. This crowd though. That lascivious pull in the other man where everything ended in tangled sheets.

That last part. He wanted it every bit as much as Jack did and it wasn't only the thought brushing up against his own.

He didn't know quite what he'd call the other man, the way he went along inside. Fun was too light for those dark chocolate depths, aching like sex flush didn't cut it and bright, well, he wasn't.

The ballroom felt like it took a goddamn eon to cross though.

Zephyr didn't bother knocking on any of the doors in the hallway beyond. He elbowed open one that wasn't latched, swung Jack inside and ducked after him.

Where he stood, back to the panel, panting softly as he oh so deliberately turned the lock which clanged through the swirling glass evening hum like a shot.