"They could," Drake says, a small adjustment. Would makes it sound like a sure thing, and there's a good chance most people would walk right past. Either way he's not about to start anything Jesus isn't comfortable with, though, and smooths his hand through the other man's hair reassuringly. "How subtle would you wanna be?"
"Me?" Drake grins, obligingly running his fingers through Jesus' hair again as he leans closer. This isn't the sort of thing you yell over the music. "Extremely. It'd be you who'd have to act like nothing's happening... say you put your coat back on and turned around in my lap, keep your hands where everybody can see. Can you keep 'em from wondering where mine are? What I'm doing to you under all the leather?"
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His hand inches towards his leather duster.