"Wrong!" Vegas quipped. "I think you are sexy. What you wear just enhances that." Maybe other people didn't see Pete that way, but Vegas couldn't see him any other way. And that was perfectly fine by him. Vegas didn't necessarily want other people to be attracted to Pete. He might have to hurt them.

His hand lifted higher, fingers brushing over the collar around Pete's throat. Then he traced them down over his chest in a sort of v-shape. "Something cut low." Or just barely buttoned up. He wanted to show off their new jewelry, as well. Not just because it marked them as belonging to each other, but because he was proud to have Pete as his lover, his husband, his partner. And he was honored to be Pete's.