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smackenzieand 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.
A tiny detached part of his brain catalogued the differences between this and kissing a girl - drier lips, for one thing. Aurelian was more... insistent was the only word the tiny detached part of Sam's brain could come up with. He kissed like Sam usually kissed, like he was used to leading. He didn't have stubble, for which that part of Sam's brain was thankful, but his skin wasn't quite as soft as, say, Donnabelle's. (Donnabelle had beautiful silky soft skin. She used to joke that it was the wholesome Midwestern upbringing - she was from Ohio.)
But oh god, was he good.
Sam finally had to break off the kiss because he couldn't breathe. He wished he didn't have to. Part of him wanted to invite Aurelian up to the apartment, where they could listen to Sam's dad's old albums on his old turntable, and they could kiss some more. There was something to be said for making out on the couch like horny teenagers.
But although parts of him were now wide awake, most of him was pretty damn tired, and besides, he didn't really know the guy, had only talked to him for a few hours - maybe four total, counting the "date" and the occasional conversations at the Bluebird. Sam wasn't quite that kind of boy. Well, he was, he would kiss you after the first date, but usually a first date involved more than an hour and a half at the Red Hat.
And you know what, Aurelian was a guy, and that part at least was entirely new to him. The detached part of his brain was trying unsuccessfully to process it and thought maybe tomorrow they'd have to call Spencer and get her opinion.
(The less detached parts of the brain didn't like that idea. Those parts wanted Aurelian to kiss him again.)
"Damn," he said finally, and grinned. Aurelian was smiling faintly. "That's... um... wow."
"I didn't think you were going to," Aurelian said. "I did not want to just drop you off at your building without a proper good night."
"I'd... um... I wanna ask you up. But I can't. I mean, I'm really tired - although I think that kiss pretty much woke me up - and we just met, and Jesus, I sound like a girl."
"No you don't. I'm not offended. Perhaps on Sunday we can have an actual date. A movie, dinner?" Now he was grinning too. Sam shrugged.
"Maybe I should tell you that... uh... I've never... um... I've never kissed a guy... like that."
"Oh." Aurelian's face fell. "I am sorry."
"No, no, don't apologize, I liked it. It's just... this is kinda new. A date. With a guy."
"We can have this conversation another time, if it makes you uncomfortable. We don't have to 'go out,' we can do something more casual. Go bowling."
Sam thought that was really funny. Aurelian looked puzzled when he laughed.
"Bowling!" Sam said. "I'm not laughing at you, really. That was just really funny."
"Why?"
"I don't know, but it was. Ok, this is the thing - I think I like you." He had an idea he was going to say somethig stupid in a minute but he couldn't stop himself. This seemed kind of important, this moment and this man and that kiss. Sam felt like there was something growing that he didn't want to squelch. "Like that," he went on. "Like... I wanna kiss you again, but not on the sidewalk, on the couch or something. But...."
"But...?" Aurelian's expression was some weird combination of worry and excitement and anticipation and something that Sam wanted to interpret as "Stop being so wishy-washy so I can kiss you again."
"But.... Nothing. Fuck. I liked that. That's... that's all there is to it. I never kissed a guy before, but I... um... I've wanted to. And now I know. That I like it. And... I wanna do it again. And... um... ok, look, I'm gonna shut up, I'm tired and the beer's making me random babble guy, and I'll see you on Sunday and we'll go do something or something and I promise I won't be such a sped."
"What's a sped?"
"Special Ed. The kids that ride the short bus." Aurelian looked blank. How could he never have heard of Special Ed? Or the short bus? "You didn't have Special Ed in your high school? What, you went to private school?"
"Something like that. I am going to kiss you again, Sam. Now I feel I should warn you."
Sam couldn't stop the huge grin that spread across his face, and even before it stretched all the way out Aurelian was kissing him again. This time the detached part of Sam's brain was just glad the cabbie had driven on. He wasn't sure he wanted anyone to see him kissing this guy on the sidewalk, no matter how good-looking or how good a kisser the guy was.
The second kiss was shorter and somehow less intense than the first one, but Sam was still out of breath when they pulled apart. Aurelian stroked his cheek, which was weird and tingly-good at the same time, and said "I will pick you up here at eight. How is that?"
"I have to work Sunday," Sam said. "Until seven. That's when we close. Look, come get me at the record store, or I can meet you somewhere. Hey, we can go to the Mountaintop and heckle the hippie guitarist." He grinned. Aurelian grinned as well.
"Seven at Play It Again," he confirmed. "Sunday. I can do that. We'll go somewhere for dinner, somewhere... discreet." Now Sam blushed.
"You make it sound like some clandestine affair, like your wife's gonna find out. Oh, shit, you're not married, right? I thought you said you were single....."
"I am single. I meant we would go someplace where you wouldn't have to worry about being out on a date with a man."
"Oh, jeez, dude, I didn't mean I wanted to hide or anything. There's this great steak place, the Cattle Drive - yeah, I know, it's a stupid name - it's totally a guy place. Red meat, domestic beer, very testosterone."
Sam couldn't get the silly grin off his face. He loved the Cattle Drive. It was decorated in kind of a western cowboy theme and served the best hamburgers he'd ever had in his life. And it was a manly kind of place. He'd gone with Scott and Teddy, and back when he was in college he'd gone sometimes with his guy friends, especially after he turned twenty-one. They'd go to the Cattle Drive, load up on red meat, and then go drinking. Sometimes they went bowling. Seriously.
So he had no problem going with Aurelian, and the guy was right, maybe they should start somewhere less specifically date-ish and more casual. And then Sam could invite him up to the apartment and make out on the couch.
Yeah, sounded like a plan.
"It sounds fine," Aurelian said. "The Cattle Drive." The corner of his mouth quirked in what might be a smirk. Sam thought it was cute. "So I will meet you at the record store at seven, at closing, and we'll go eat red meat and drink beer and be manly men." He deeped his voice for that last part, imitating (and, Sam thought, possibly making fun of) the kind of big tough honestly manly men who talked about steak and beer and stuffed their faces at places called "the Cattle Drive" and didn't necessarily stand on sidewalks at almost two in the morning talking to guys they'd just kissed.
And still, Sam was grinning like a goof, because Aurelian had a sense of humor in addition to being really gorgeous and a really great kisser. Yeah, this was going to be fun. More than fun.
"Ok," he said, not wanting to go in but notreally having a choice any more. It was cold and his feet were freezing, and he didn't have to go to work tomorrow but he still had stuff to do. Well, ok, so "stuff to do" meant "play his sax after the neighbors had gone to work," but still. And his nose was getting frostbite.
"You look cold," Aurelian told him. "Go upstairs to bed. I'll see you Sunday. We can make our plans then."
"We should go to the Cattle Drive, man. Big fucking steaks and the best hamburgers on this earth. Really."
"I believe you. Good night, Sam."
"Night." And because it was the last chance he'd get, Sam leaned in and kissed Aurelian quickly, then basically backed into his building, waving goodbye and still grinning like an idiot. Aurelian didn't look too upset.
By the time he'd gotten to his floor and let himself into his apartment, Sam was wide awake and just the tiniest bit frustrated, and wound up, and half hard inside his pants. Damn, and damn again. And wow. And Holy shit, he had a date. A real date.
Under normal circumstances he might have been a little nervous, but now he was too much of a hurry. He did stop to check his answering machine, which had two messages - one from his mom wanting to know how he was doing, and one from Spencer wanting to know how his date went.
"Fucking fantastic," he told the answering machine, putting his sax case on the floor and shucking off his coat. He left it on the floor next to Ella, and now he was getting desperate, his mind wandering back to the kisses and Aurelian's hands on his face and mental pictures of those hands on other parts of his body, his hands on Aurelian, Aurelian's face as Sam took his hand and -
Shit. Shitshitshit. Pants off first. Ok, pants unzipped. Kleenex, where the fuck was the.... He wasn't about to get spunk all over his floor, or on his pants. It would be so fucking embarrassing to have to take his pants to the dry cleaner stained with come.
Well, lucky him, there was a box sitting on the stereo. Sam unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, pulled his shirt out of the way, and took himself firmly in hand. He leaned against the wall, feet planted, legs spread, then spit in his hand and went to work on his stiff cock.
Oh, god, that felt good. He closed his eyes, imagined Aurelian in front of him, kissing him again, those hands on his ass, on his cock, stroking his balls.... He bit his lip to stop from moaning out loud and pulled harder, hips jerking as that imagined face kissed him harder, as those imagined hands cupped his balls and touched him in places no man had yet touched him.
It took almost no time at all before Sam was gasping for breath and shooting in his hand. Thank god for kleenex. He opened his eyes, caught his breath, wiped his forehead with his free hand. Check it out, he was all sweaty. Big surprise. He felt better, though, relaxed and tired and happy. A good wank usually did it for him when he was tense about something.
He pitched the used kleenex and pulled up his pants so he could stumble into his bedroom without tripping over his own feet. Once there he shed his clothes, leaving them on the chair on top of the pile of all the other clothes he'd worn in the past three days. He pulled on a long-sleeve t-shirt and plaid flannel pajama bottoms that his mom had gotten him for Christmas a couple of years ago (she said it was the Mackenzie plaid, but he had his doubts), shoved the blankets back on the bed, and climbed under them. A minute to shift around, generate some body heat, and then he lay on his stomach - Sam always slept on his stomach, like a baby - and tried to picture Aurelian at the Cattle Drive. He wondered how the man's hands would feel on his cock, and then wondered sleepily why that thought didn't wig him out.
You like guys, Sam Mackenzie, that part of his brain whispered to him. Just because you don't have any experience with them doesn't mean anything. You'll just have to get used to being asked out.
He thought he could do that, if Aurelian was doing the asking.
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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.
A tiny detached part of his brain catalogued the differences between this and kissing a girl - drier lips, for one thing. Aurelian was more... insistent was the only word the tiny detached part of Sam's brain could come up with. He kissed like Sam usually kissed, like he was used to leading. He didn't have stubble, for which that part of Sam's brain was thankful, but his skin wasn't quite as soft as, say, Donnabelle's. (Donnabelle had beautiful silky soft skin. She used to joke that it was the wholesome Midwestern upbringing - she was from Ohio.)
But oh god, was he good.
Sam finally had to break off the kiss because he couldn't breathe. He wished he didn't have to. Part of him wanted to invite Aurelian up to the apartment, where they could listen to Sam's dad's old albums on his old turntable, and they could kiss some more. There was something to be said for making out on the couch like horny teenagers.
But although parts of him were now wide awake, most of him was pretty damn tired, and besides, he didn't really know the guy, had only talked to him for a few hours - maybe four total, counting the "date" and the occasional conversations at the Bluebird. Sam wasn't quite that kind of boy. Well, he was, he would kiss you after the first date, but usually a first date involved more than an hour and a half at the Red Hat.
And you know what, Aurelian was a guy, and that part at least was entirely new to him. The detached part of his brain was trying unsuccessfully to process it and thought maybe tomorrow they'd have to call Spencer and get her opinion.
(The less detached parts of the brain didn't like that idea. Those parts wanted Aurelian to kiss him again.)
"Damn," he said finally, and grinned. Aurelian was smiling faintly. "That's... um... wow."
"I didn't think you were going to," Aurelian said. "I did not want to just drop you off at your building without a proper good night."
"I'd... um... I wanna ask you up. But I can't. I mean, I'm really tired - although I think that kiss pretty much woke me up - and we just met, and Jesus, I sound like a girl."
"No you don't. I'm not offended. Perhaps on Sunday we can have an actual date. A movie, dinner?" Now he was grinning too. Sam shrugged.
"Maybe I should tell you that... uh... I've never... um... I've never kissed a guy... like that."
"Oh." Aurelian's face fell. "I am sorry."
"No, no, don't apologize, I liked it. It's just... this is kinda new. A date. With a guy."
"We can have this conversation another time, if it makes you uncomfortable. We don't have to 'go out,' we can do something more casual. Go bowling."
Sam thought that was really funny. Aurelian looked puzzled when he laughed.
"Bowling!" Sam said. "I'm not laughing at you, really. That was just really funny."
"Why?"
"I don't know, but it was. Ok, this is the thing - I think I like you." He had an idea he was going to say somethig stupid in a minute but he couldn't stop himself. This seemed kind of important, this moment and this man and that kiss. Sam felt like there was something growing that he didn't want to squelch. "Like that," he went on. "Like... I wanna kiss you again, but not on the sidewalk, on the couch or something. But...."
"But...?" Aurelian's expression was some weird combination of worry and excitement and anticipation and something that Sam wanted to interpret as "Stop being so wishy-washy so I can kiss you again."
"But.... Nothing. Fuck. I liked that. That's... that's all there is to it. I never kissed a guy before, but I... um... I've wanted to. And now I know. That I like it. And... I wanna do it again. And... um... ok, look, I'm gonna shut up, I'm tired and the beer's making me random babble guy, and I'll see you on Sunday and we'll go do something or something and I promise I won't be such a sped."
"What's a sped?"
"Special Ed. The kids that ride the short bus." Aurelian looked blank. How could he never have heard of Special Ed? Or the short bus? "You didn't have Special Ed in your high school? What, you went to private school?"
"Something like that. I am going to kiss you again, Sam. Now I feel I should warn you."
Sam couldn't stop the huge grin that spread across his face, and even before it stretched all the way out Aurelian was kissing him again. This time the detached part of Sam's brain was just glad the cabbie had driven on. He wasn't sure he wanted anyone to see him kissing this guy on the sidewalk, no matter how good-looking or how good a kisser the guy was.
The second kiss was shorter and somehow less intense than the first one, but Sam was still out of breath when they pulled apart. Aurelian stroked his cheek, which was weird and tingly-good at the same time, and said "I will pick you up here at eight. How is that?"
"I have to work Sunday," Sam said. "Until seven. That's when we close. Look, come get me at the record store, or I can meet you somewhere. Hey, we can go to the Mountaintop and heckle the hippie guitarist." He grinned. Aurelian grinned as well.
"Seven at Play It Again," he confirmed. "Sunday. I can do that. We'll go somewhere for dinner, somewhere... discreet." Now Sam blushed.
"You make it sound like some clandestine affair, like your wife's gonna find out. Oh, shit, you're not married, right? I thought you said you were single....."
"I am single. I meant we would go someplace where you wouldn't have to worry about being out on a date with a man."
"Oh, jeez, dude, I didn't mean I wanted to hide or anything. There's this great steak place, the Cattle Drive - yeah, I know, it's a stupid name - it's totally a guy place. Red meat, domestic beer, very testosterone."
Sam couldn't get the silly grin off his face. He loved the Cattle Drive. It was decorated in kind of a western cowboy theme and served the best hamburgers he'd ever had in his life. And it was a manly kind of place. He'd gone with Scott and Teddy, and back when he was in college he'd gone sometimes with his guy friends, especially after he turned twenty-one. They'd go to the Cattle Drive, load up on red meat, and then go drinking. Sometimes they went bowling. Seriously.
So he had no problem going with Aurelian, and the guy was right, maybe they should start somewhere less specifically date-ish and more casual. And then Sam could invite him up to the apartment and make out on the couch.
Yeah, sounded like a plan.
"It sounds fine," Aurelian said. "The Cattle Drive." The corner of his mouth quirked in what might be a smirk. Sam thought it was cute. "So I will meet you at the record store at seven, at closing, and we'll go eat red meat and drink beer and be manly men." He deeped his voice for that last part, imitating (and, Sam thought, possibly making fun of) the kind of big tough honestly manly men who talked about steak and beer and stuffed their faces at places called "the Cattle Drive" and didn't necessarily stand on sidewalks at almost two in the morning talking to guys they'd just kissed.
And still, Sam was grinning like a goof, because Aurelian had a sense of humor in addition to being really gorgeous and a really great kisser. Yeah, this was going to be fun. More than fun.
"Ok," he said, not wanting to go in but notreally having a choice any more. It was cold and his feet were freezing, and he didn't have to go to work tomorrow but he still had stuff to do. Well, ok, so "stuff to do" meant "play his sax after the neighbors had gone to work," but still. And his nose was getting frostbite.
"You look cold," Aurelian told him. "Go upstairs to bed. I'll see you Sunday. We can make our plans then."
"We should go to the Cattle Drive, man. Big fucking steaks and the best hamburgers on this earth. Really."
"I believe you. Good night, Sam."
"Night." And because it was the last chance he'd get, Sam leaned in and kissed Aurelian quickly, then basically backed into his building, waving goodbye and still grinning like an idiot. Aurelian didn't look too upset.
By the time he'd gotten to his floor and let himself into his apartment, Sam was wide awake and just the tiniest bit frustrated, and wound up, and half hard inside his pants. Damn, and damn again. And wow. And Holy shit, he had a date. A real date.
Under normal circumstances he might have been a little nervous, but now he was too much of a hurry. He did stop to check his answering machine, which had two messages - one from his mom wanting to know how he was doing, and one from Spencer wanting to know how his date went.
"Fucking fantastic," he told the answering machine, putting his sax case on the floor and shucking off his coat. He left it on the floor next to Ella, and now he was getting desperate, his mind wandering back to the kisses and Aurelian's hands on his face and mental pictures of those hands on other parts of his body, his hands on Aurelian, Aurelian's face as Sam took his hand and -
Shit. Shitshitshit. Pants off first. Ok, pants unzipped. Kleenex, where the fuck was the.... He wasn't about to get spunk all over his floor, or on his pants. It would be so fucking embarrassing to have to take his pants to the dry cleaner stained with come.
Well, lucky him, there was a box sitting on the stereo. Sam unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, pulled his shirt out of the way, and took himself firmly in hand. He leaned against the wall, feet planted, legs spread, then spit in his hand and went to work on his stiff cock.
Oh, god, that felt good. He closed his eyes, imagined Aurelian in front of him, kissing him again, those hands on his ass, on his cock, stroking his balls.... He bit his lip to stop from moaning out loud and pulled harder, hips jerking as that imagined face kissed him harder, as those imagined hands cupped his balls and touched him in places no man had yet touched him.
It took almost no time at all before Sam was gasping for breath and shooting in his hand. Thank god for kleenex. He opened his eyes, caught his breath, wiped his forehead with his free hand. Check it out, he was all sweaty. Big surprise. He felt better, though, relaxed and tired and happy. A good wank usually did it for him when he was tense about something.
He pitched the used kleenex and pulled up his pants so he could stumble into his bedroom without tripping over his own feet. Once there he shed his clothes, leaving them on the chair on top of the pile of all the other clothes he'd worn in the past three days. He pulled on a long-sleeve t-shirt and plaid flannel pajama bottoms that his mom had gotten him for Christmas a couple of years ago (she said it was the Mackenzie plaid, but he had his doubts), shoved the blankets back on the bed, and climbed under them. A minute to shift around, generate some body heat, and then he lay on his stomach - Sam always slept on his stomach, like a baby - and tried to picture Aurelian at the Cattle Drive. He wondered how the man's hands would feel on his cock, and then wondered sleepily why that thought didn't wig him out.
You like guys, Sam Mackenzie, that part of his brain whispered to him. Just because you don't have any experience with them doesn't mean anything. You'll just have to get used to being asked out.
He thought he could do that, if Aurelian was doing the asking.
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