Chapter 66
Colby had opted for stylish but Regency-inspired for tonight’s outfit: a fitted waistcoat and jacket with a hint of antiquity but modern cut and fabric, in deceptively simple navy blue. The lining of the jacket held a hint of rainbow shimmer if anyone looked closely, mirrored more obviously in his pocket square. He’d kept Will’s mop of hair after filming, trimmed down and tamed somewhat but still wavy and unruly and decadent; he liked Jason’s hands in it, he’d said innocently. Jason had had many ideas on the spot. He liked his hands in that hair too.
He himself had stayed mostly classic for red-carpet fashion—also dark blue, more or less standard, tried-and-true style that worked with height and breadth—but had chosen a particular pocket square. The bisexual flag. Visible and proud.
Colby had kissed him for that. Jason hadn’t exactly done it for that reason—he’d already been out, after all; this was a statement, but not a revelation—but liked being kissed.