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He was. He practically fell on the couch and pulled Sam down next to him, grabbed his face, and kissed him deeply, seriously, and every single thought in Sam's head fled his brain and rushed south.

They kissed until Sam couldn't see straight, until he could barely breathe, until he was sprawled out on the couch with Aurelian on top of him, the other man's long fingers tangled in his dark blond hair, hips moving down against him in slow, steady, rolling motions.

They kissed until Sam was so hard it hurt, until he reached down and grabbed Aurelian's ass (which was nice and firm and just the right size for Sam's hands), squeezing and encouraging the motion of those strong hips, until he thought his head was going to explode if someone didn't touch him, right now, please, until he tried to say something but could only moan, or occasionally whimper.

This whole thing was both familiar and strange to him - familiar having a body on top of him, a mouth on his, fingers in his hair and an ass under his hands. But the bodies he was used to were smaller and lighter and female, the mouths were softer, the fingers were not quite as strong, and the asses were rounder. He wasn't used to someone's sharp elbow digging into him. He wasn't used to being kissed by someone who clearly had more experience and was clearly used to leading it. He wasn't used to someone else's hard-on rubbing against his.

He just wasn't used to this. He liked it - oh, god, he really liked it - but it was... it was different. Part of Sam wanted to stop, because he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to go as far as this would take him (sex! with a guy!), but at the same time he didn't want to stop because it felt so damn good, so right, and so close to the way it should have been all along.

But there was a difference between thinking you wanted something, and being suddenly faced with getting it. The very first time the Branch Trio played at the Bluebird for actual customers, Sam was so nervous he almost threw up in the men's room, and had a very brief but still very severe attack of "oh my god, what was I thinking, I can't do this." It passed, of course, even before he went out and took his place on the tiny blue-lit stage, and he hadn't had a problem since then, but for that one second he wasn't sure he really wanted to be a performing musician after all.

It felt as if this was the same thing, only with slightly more pleasant physical sensations and a more imminent sense of explosion. He didn't feel like he needed to throw up. He wanted to stick his hand down his brown cords - or he wanted Aurelian to do it - and he wanted to stroke himself until he came. He couldn't do this much longer, sprawl on the couch under this guy who was so hot for him, and grind and kiss without actual touching of flesh.

Aurelian's mouth moved off his to lick along his jaw, nibble his ear, and suck up a mark on his neck. Sam moaned softly, but before he could say something - anything - Aurelian moved back to cover his mouth and murmur "I want to taste you" against his lips.

Sam blinked, or tried to. "Oh, god," he managed to gasp, "I think... yeah."

"I want to feel your flesh on my tongue," Aurelian went on softly, his voice heavy in Sam's mouth. "I want to feel your heat, your hunger. I want to drink you down, everything you have, everything you are. I want to feel you filling me."

"Jesus Christ.... Aurelian...."

"Do you want it?"

"Oh fuck, yes."

"Are you sure?"

"I said... I said yes...."

"You will let me put my mouth on you, suck you down and swallow?"

"If you don't shut up," Sam shot out with something close to anger, "I'm gonna come in my pants." He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not, that he was so desperate and so close, that Aurelian had brought him so near to the edge without even really touching him.

Aurelian chuckled, and rolled off. Sam blinked up at him as Aurelian bent down, offered Sam a hand, and hauled him up until he was sitting more or less straight.

"Do you trust me?" Aurelian asked. "I know what this could mean for you."

"I don't care," Sam murmured, and at that moment he didn't. He needed to come, he didn't care who brought him off or how, as long as someone did. He'd think about it later. He couldn't think too hard about it now. He was too hard to think.

"You will." Aurelian knelt on the floor between Sam's legs, pushed his thighs wide, put hands on his hips and pulled him to the edge of the couch. Sam helped by scooting forward a little, although that only made him painfully aware of how constricting his pants were, how much he ached.

"I've never... with a guy," he stammered. His brain seemed to have completely disengaged, and he didn't want Aurelian to stop, he just wanted him to - what? Be careful? Know he was charting virgin territory, so to speak?

"You said." Aurelian ghosted his hand over Sam's cock, straining at the zipper of the brown cords, and Sam gasped and pushed his hips forward encouragingly. Such a little touch, and such a reaction. He wanted to tell Aurelian to get the fuck on with it, but he couldn't form words.

Aurelian pushed up Sam's sweater, stood and pulled it all the way off. Sam raised his arms and let him. He was wearing a t-shirt underneath it, a white one with a picture of a shark wearing sunglasses printed on it, and Aurelian tugged that off as well, sinking to his knees after he'd thrown it to the side of the couch, and leaving slow warm kisses down Sam's chest. Sam pushed against Aurelian's mouth, against his hands, against the solidity of his body on the floor between his thighs.

When Aurelian was head-height to the edge of the couch he leaned in, pressed his face to Sam's belly, and kissed him in the navel, tongue sweeping around and then dipping inside Sam's belly button. Sam gasped again and moaned and dug his hands into Aurelian's long dark hair, pulling it half out of the tie that held it back.

"Jesus Christ," he panted, "that's... don't stop...."

Aurelian murmured something that might have been "Of course not" into Sam's skin and then his fingers were working at the button and the zipper of Sam's pants, undoing them, dragging the zipper down, pushing them down Sam's hips.

"Come forward," he said softly. "Lift your hips." Sam did, allowing Aurelian to pull his pants and then his boxer shorts down far enough to release his cock. The cool air on his overheated skin made him goose-pimple all over, but his cock was freed and quivered now, wanting, needing.

Sam's hands tightened in Aurelian's hair and for a few seconds he forgot how to breathe as the other man leaned in and tongued the leaking tip of Sam's cock, playing with it, stroking around the head, teasing and tasting and oh god, Sam had never in his entire life felt anything so good. No girlfriend of his had ever done that - they'd just gone down on him and started sucking. It was almost as if Aurelian was exploring him, learning how he worked, what made him tick, what might make him scream.

"Oh fuck," Sam panted, as that tongue swept down and up and down again, painting his cock with saliva, running over every bit of skin and every throbbing vein, making him shake with the effort of holding back his orgasm. He felt like he was going to die, like his climax was going to backfire and implode, the pulse ricocheting back inside him and blowing him up from the inside.

Aurelian looked up, eyes so black there was no iris, and he smiled, and he opened his mouth and swallowed Sam down to the root. Sam's hands buried in Aurelian's hair clenched hard enough to hurt his fingers, and he sucked air sharply and couldn't stop his hips from thrusting into Aurelian's mouth, against his teeth, hitting the back of his throat.

"Oh god... oh god, so... so good, I'm gonna... gonna come... can't... can't hold it...."

One of Aurelian's hands crept under his chin, edging between Sam's legs, and fondled his balls, rolling them one at a time and then together on a cool dry palm. The difference in temperature was startling and you'd think it would have shocked Sam out of his impending climax, but no. He thought it was the most erotic damn thing he'd ever felt.

He was shaking now, humping Aurelian's mouth so hard he was afraid he might break teeth, his hands on Aurelian's head trying desperately not to guide that mouth and that tongue and holy shit, he was all the way inside, he was down Aurelian's throat, did the man not have a gag reflex? Something else none of Sam's girlfriends had ever done - they couldn't deep-throat, not even Donnabelle, who insisted she could.

And Aurelian was sucking so strongly, and using his teeth very very gently, and his throat worked around Sam's cock like Sam imagined all guys wanted, and that (like everything else so far) was familiar and weird. A mouth on his cock, sucking him off, that he knew. A mouth with such power and such knowledge - that was something else entirely. He was getting a blow job with experience, a blow job from someone who knew exactly what Sam would want, because it was the same thing he'd want, it was the same thing all guys wanted.

(That was something Spencer had tried to tell Sam numerous times - the same intent but different details - no one knew what turned a girl on like another girl. One of the reasons she'd never been even curious as to what it would be like to fuck a boy. "You just don't get it," she said. "You can't understand how the engine works unless you've got the same equipment." Now he knew what she meant.)

The suction was unbearable, and now Aurelian was humming, and his tongue stroked Sam's pulsing cock and he lifted his head so he could probe the slit, and Sam couldn't help it, he pushed Aurelian's head back down.

"Stop it," he hissed, "don't... tease me, just... just... dammit, just...."

"Yes," Aurelian murmured, head sliding down, Sam's cock sliding in. His throat worked around Sam's prick and his hand worked over Sam's balls even though they were pulling into his body, and Sam fucked his mouth gracelessly, frantically, and yelled something incoherent that might have been a name or a word as he shuddered and came.

It took a few minutes for him to get his head back on and let his eyes roll back down so he could see clearly. It took a few minutes more for him to be able to let go of Aurelian's head, and it took a few minutes more than that for him to catch his breath. Aurelian licked him clean while Sam collected the scattered pieces of his consciousness, bathing his spent cock with a gentle tongue, murmuring against it how beautiful Sam was, so hot and so hungry and so alive.

"Son of a bitch," Sam breathed, when he could finally form words. "Holy fucking hell." Aurelian stood up on his knees and stroked Sam's flushed face. "You coulda killed me."

"But what a way to go," Aurelian said softly. "The look on your face, the ecstasy in your voice.... Your eyes are the color of the woods at dusk now, dark and huge. You are beautiful, Samuel. Bello, che bello." He leaned in and kissed Sam's eyes, his nose, his mouth, feather-light touches on sweaty skin. Sam sighed. It all felt too good to be real. He wondered if he was about to wake up in his own bed, tangled in his own sheets, hard and leaking into his plaid flannel pajama bottoms.

"This doesn't happen to me. I gotta be dreaming."

"This isn't a dream. It isn't a dream for you. Do I feel real? Solid?"

"Oh yeah. But... I dunno... is it always that good?"

"Sometimes better."

"Shit." There was a lot of emotion packed into that one word. How can it get better? And When am I gonna get to do that again? And I just got the best blow job of my life from a guy. And On the first date! And Ok, weirdness coming back.

He was not going to wig. He wasn't. He couldn't. He liked this guy - really, really liked him - and not just because of the kissing and the sucking the touching and oh my god, he wasn't getting hard again, was he?

Aurelian chuckled into his mouth. "Are you ready to go again?"

"I don't know. I'm not, like... I don't do this shit on the first date."

"It's ok, Sam. I don't either. It's the second date." Aurelian grinned. Sam wasn't sure but he thought he might be about to panic, now that the pleasure had receded and his brain had started firing on all six cylinders and he started to realize what exactly had just happened.

And it couldn't be that - so soon - he was in love? Could it? Was he about to freak out because he was in love with this guy? For the first time in his life?

(Not being in love for the first time ever, but being in love, honestly being in Love, with a guy. Something else new.)

Sam didn't want to argue with it. He wanted to accept it. He wanted to calm down and admit to himself that yes, dammit, he was bi, he liked girls and he liked boys and he thought now he might like boys better, but he'd never been given the opportunity to make a choice before.

"Kiss me," he said.

Aurelian didn't ask, just put his hand behind Sam's head, pulled his face close, and kissed him. Tenderly, deeply, more and more intensely as seconds ticked off Sam's internal clock.

Oh yeah, he definitely liked boys.

And he was ok with that. He wasn't panicking, which in itself was a little strange, because that part of this evening was completely new, and he tended to temporarily spaz when faced with something big and completely at odds with his life so far. Little things, no problem. Slight deviations from the plan, no problem. Girls kissing him, never a problem. Boys? Possibly a problem.

But not this boy. Not now.

Sam was relieved.

And he wasn't hard any more, although his cock and his balls were getting a little cold, and his chest and arms were goose-pimpling, and he was tired and he wanted to go to bed. He lifted his butt, pulled his boxers and his pants back on, zipped up, and looked around for his t-shirt and sweater.

"Do you want to stay?" Aurelian asked. He handed Sam the shark t-shirt. Sam had already gotten one arm in his sweater, so he had to pull it out and start from the bottom.

"Thanks," he said, meaning the t-shirt. "I don't know," meaning the staying over.

"Think about it while you get dressed. I have guest rooms if you would be more comfortable, although after that" - he gestured to Sam's crotch - "I can't imagine sleeping alone would be comforting."

"I don't think it would. No, I'd like to stay, I think, and I don't know how to get home from here, so I'll have to take a cab, which is fine, and I'm not opening tomorrow - wait, I am. Shit. No, wait, I'm not. Ah, fuck, I don't remember." He scratched his nose, thinking. "Ok, no, not opening. I'm in at 11, that's ok."

"Would you like to stay?" Aurelian repeated patiently. His expression and his tone seemed to tell Sam he wished he would.

"I don't.... Don't take this the wrong way, 'cause I really like you, but I don't... I don't think I should. I gotta think about... what comes next. You know what I mean? 'Cause I'm just.... I don't know what I'm saying. My brain's oatmeal."

"I am not offended. I understand. I want to see you again. I want to see a lot more of you, a lot more often."

"Yeah, me too." Sam grinned. "A lot more. Which is what I gotta think about. Just to... get it straight in my head. So to speak. So I don't wig on you later. 'Cause, man, I don't wanna wig, I don't wanna scare you away."

"It takes a great deal to scare me off, Sam. Let me take you home, at least. Give me your phone number so I can call you."

"Cool. Pen? Paper?"

"Here." Aurelian went over to the desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a pad of paper. There were pens in a pen cup on top. Fountain pens, and a bottle of ink. Sam couldn't help grinning. Such an old-fashioned guy for someone so young. Although the way he'd sucked Sam off seemed to indicate either more years than Aurelian was saying, or a great deal of experience in those years.

Something else he wasn't going to think about, because who cared? Aurelian's past was his own business, and right now Sam didn't need to know. It wasn't as if he was going to ask for a credit report and a barrage of medical tests.

Aurelian scribbled his phone number on a piece of paper, ripped it off the pad, and gave it to Sam. "That's my number. Now give me yours." Sam told him, watching interestedly as the fountain pen scratched across the paper, spitting tiny ink blots as it went. Neat.

"When can we see each other again?"

"Tomorrow." Aurelian grinned.

"I got rehearsal after work. Tuesday's not good, Wednesday's the gig, and I'm opening the store that morning.... Thursday? What about brunch? Or lunch?"

"I can't meet you during the day. After the show Wednesday. This time I will pick the place."

"Ok. Deal. Where's my coat? I don't wanna be rude, but I'm falling asleep standing up."

"If you fall, I will catch you."

"I bet you will." They grinned at each other, and had to kiss before they found their coats and went down to the cellar and the underground garage.

Aurelian drove Sam home in the Jaguar, which was bigger than the Volvo and thus slightly more comfortable, and kissed him again before he got out of the car.

"See you Wednesday," Sam said. "Maybe you can come up to my place this time. I'll play old jazz records for you and we can make out on the couch like horny teenagers."

"I would like that. Good night, Samuel."

Sam knew Aurelian waited until he was inside before driving away. He was so tired by the time he got to his apartment, the events of the evening all crashing down on him at once, that he had just enough energy to shed his clothes, brush his teeth, put on his pj's, and fall into bed. He didn't check his answering machine and didn't think too hard about the way Aurelian kissed him and the way Aurelian sucked him until he came, and he didn't think at all about how he felt about someday actually having sex with him. He didn't remember that Aurelian had him back to the house to tell him something, and he didn't remember that it had seemed important.

Sam slept like a log until his alarm clock woke him up, and if he dreamed about anything he didn't remember that either.

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