It had been two weeks since their study session had somehow turned into a make out session and they'd realised they'd both liked it and wanted more, and this was the first time they'd gone to Scandals since then. Dave was nervous. They hadn't really talked about their relationship and whether or not it was exclusive, and since Dave had made it clear he wasn't ready to go any further than kissing for the moment, he was afraid Sebastian might be intending to leave the bar with someone else.
He was a little surprised when, as he swallowed the last of his beer, Sebastian's arm snaked its way around his waist and held on firmly. They may have been greatly enjoying becoming acquainted with each other's bodies within the privacy of their dorm rooms, but they weren't really partial to public displays of affection at this point. It was even more unexpected when Sebastian returned from the bathroom to find Dave chatting casually about football with one of the other patrons and immediately wrapped his arms around Dave from behind, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck.
When Sebastian abruptly started kissing him fiercely in the middle of the dance floor, Dave decided enough was enough.
"What's going on? You're acting really weird."
"I swear half the guys in this bar have been checking you out tonight," Sebastian growled. "They need to know you're mine."
"Wow, possessive much?"
"Sorry. Is it bothering you?"
"Actually, no. It turns out jealousy's a good look on you."
"You're surprised by that? Everything looks good on me. Especially you, so how about we go somewhere where you won't be ogled by small town hicks."
"So you can ogle me instead?"
"Exactly."
"One thing first; if I'm yours, does that mean you're mine too?" Dave tried to keep his voice light and flirtatious but some of his insecurity trickled through.
"Of course it does." Sebastian's tone suggested that the answer was obvious, but had a subtle softness that proved he understood exactly what Dave was asking. "Now are we getting out of here or what?"