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“I think I’m a little drunk,” Angelo said with a giggle. 
“I think I may be too. Cause I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t stop myself.” Cyrus pulled himself up by his arms until he was hovering over Angelo’s chest. “I want to kiss you now.”
“We both know what a bad idea that is…if anyone saw us…”
“Normally, I care. But somehow, I don’t give a shit right now.” Cyrus murmured. He dipped his head in to press a delicate touch to Angelo’s lips. They were soft, welcoming, and he returned for a deeper kiss. Their beards made a faint scratchy noise as they brushed together. 
When they parted, Angelo searched Cyrus’s face for any sign of regret. His cheeks were flushed, eyes wide and bright, mouth turned up at the corners.

Angelo groaned. “God, Cyrus, we’re in trouble now.” 
“Why?” he whispered.
“Cause I want more.”
Cyrus smiled. “Just you and I on this boat. No one is stopping us.”
“Then I think I’m going to start by kissing you this time,” Angelo said. He reached up and palmed the back of Cyrus’s head to bring them together. 

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