chapter 4

and while Sam was trying to decide if that meant he should've stopped after one beer, or if he was kind of generally lonely for someone who would kiss him, or if he really was interested in the guy, Aurelian stepped up close to him, took his face between leather-gloved hands, and kissed him himself.

Wow, Sam thought, and then Wow again. That was about all the coherent thought he could muster as Aurelian's lips parted slightly and Aurelian's tongue darted out to taste him. Sam just let himself open to the kiss, and maybe he had been a little starved for physical companionship, and there was certainly no denying that Aurelian was a damn good kisser.

Sam really wasn't used to kissing men, except for that one New Year's kiss, and come to think of it Teddy had kind of ambushed him, but they were both happy drunk and a little overwhelmed with the good feeling. This was different. This was kissing someone who meant it. Someone who was serious, and (more importantly) sober, and someone Sam wanted to kiss again.

( cut for more kissing, some babble, and a bit of smut )