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Aurelian moaned softly above his head, so he was obviously doing something right.

Sam tongued the right nipple for a bit, tasting Aurelian's skin and listening to his moans, and then he nudged with his head so Aurelian was on his back. Better. Sam was a little more used to this, lying on top of someone, or at least half across them. He was torn between wanting to play, wanting to explore (now that he had a naked guy he really wanted), and getting right to it. While he thought about it he wriggled across Aurelian's chest to lick at the left nipple, over his heart, but Aurelian apparently had other ideas. He grabbed Sam by the shoulders and flipped him on his back, rolled on top of him, and sat up.

Naked man straddling him. Beautiful naked man straddling him. Beautiful naked man who had found his dad's record, straddling him. If there was a god, Sam thought he should be thanking him.

"I have wanted this for weeks," Aurelian said softly. "I dreamed you wanted me." He leaned down, gifted Sam with a deep open-mouthed kiss. "Are you ready? Are you sure?"

Sam could only nod. He didn't feel quite so playful any more. He thought he might be scared. Not so scared he didn't want to do it, but scared all the same. He'd felt the same way the first time he slept with a girl.

"Do you trust me?" Aurelian asked. Sam nodded again. "This will be easier for you on hands and knees. I want to see your face - I want to watch you - but I do not want it to be unnecessarily painful for you."

"I don't care," Sam whispered. "I don't. I swear. I just... I want you so bad, I didn't know how bad... but now... I think... I think I wanna see you too. Your face. Wanna be able to kiss you, when...." He blushed, for the first time all night.

Aurelian brushed his lips over Sam's mouth. He was smiling.

"But I'm.... I'm scared," Sam went on. "I think. Nervous."

"It's ok, Sam. You trust me, yes?"

"Yes...."

"I will take care of you. Let me love you, Samuel. Let me show you how it feels." He kissed Sam again, and into the boy's open mouth he murmured "Let me make you scream."

And now, instead of stammering or blushing or saying anything, Sam just moaned and pushed his hips up, grinding against Aurelian.

"Please," he panted, "please, just... just do it, while... while I want it.... It hurts, I'm so hard now...."

"Shh, caro mio. Sh." Aurelian stroked his face. "Do you have any lube?"

"In the bathroom, under... the sink...."

"Wait here." And then Aurelian was off him, off the bed, out of the room, and padding through the apartment to the bathroom to find the lube. Sam tried to catch his breath, tried not to stroke himself off, tried not to panic, now that it was so close. He thought he could hear the record still playing in the other room, and realized that Aurelian must have turned it over again. His dad's trumpet soared above the sax and the bass and the drums. Sam closed his eyes and listened to it.

He felt the bed dip, felt Aurelian next to him, and opened his eyes.

"I turned the record over," Aurelian said.

"I was listening. I could hear my dad. It's like... he's watching. Is that weird?"

"No." Aurelian settled himself on the bed and brushed a hand down Sam's chest, tweaking a nipple on the way and making Sam sigh. The hand followed an invisible line past Sam's navel and to the nest of curly dark blond hairs surrounding his hard cock, now curving up and leaking. Aurelian's fingers trailed over the head, teased the slit, made Sam gasp and arch his back.

"Don't," he wheezed. "Don't... tease me...."

"I want you to be ready. Give me your hand." Sam did, and Aurelian guided it down to his own erection, closed Sam's fingers around it, got him started with a hard, fast stroking motion. Sam's mouth opened and he smiled at the expression on Aurelian's face, part bliss and part need and part love.

Aurelian had put the lube on the nightstand (it was a relatively old pump bottle, but still good, although probably nearing the end of its shelf life), and now he leaned over, pumped some into his free palm, and brought his hand back and down between them.

"Let go a minute," he directed gently, and Sam let go of his cock long enough for Aurelian to coat it with lube. He kissed Sam again, stroked his face with one hand while he nudged Sam's thighs apart and teased his opening with the other. Sam jerked, startled at the feel of slick fingers slowly pushing inside his ass, but Aurelian murmured to him, voice and hand calming him, and ok, it felt pretty good once they were inside. Weird, and a bit painful, but pretty good. A moan escaped Sam's mouth, as if to prove the point.

"Oh, god," he gasped. "How are you...."

"Shh. Trust me."

Sam sucked air as a third finger joined the first two. That actually kind of hurt, but then the pain dissolved into a much better thing, and Sam almost involuntarily rocked back and down on Aurelian's fingers as they stroked him from the inside, and he moaned out loud as Aurelian's other hand fondled his balls.

"I'm gonna... I can't hold it," he panted,as his back arched up and his hips pushed down and his cock throbbed in his hand.

Aurelian kissed him once, murmured something Sam couldn't understand, then pulled out his fingers (and god damn if that didn't make Sam whimper), pushed Sam's hips up and his legs out, and slowly, oh Jesus Christ so slowly, pushed himself inside.

Sam held his breath. It hurt. Holy crap, Aurelian stretched him wide and it burned and he couldn't breathe, and "Breathe out," Aurelian said, "relax," and Sam couldn't. Aurelian settled Sam's legs over his shoulders, then reached between them, took Sam's cock in his hand, and stroked it firmly, and Sam gasped sharply, very nearly cried out, and released the breath he'd been holding, and then Aurelian was inside.

All the way inside. Hot and hard and heavy and huge and oh god, oh god, he started to move, pulling out and thrusting back in, going slowly, almost carefully, and part of Sam was thankful and part of Sam wanted it faster. The angle was weird, but then the angle was astonishingly right, and Aurelian rounded his back or changed the cant of his hips or something, and Sam's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open and stars danced in front of him and he thought he might just explode.

He reached around, grabbed Aurelian's ass, encouraging his thrusts and trying to push him further inside. Aurelian chuckled.

"You feel so good," he murmured. His face was inches from Sam's now, all planes and shadows and it was hard to see his eyes. "So tight, so warm.... So very, very warm.... Ah... my god, Samuel, you are perfect, so beautiful and so alive...."

Sam wanted to say something but he didn't have enough breath with which to speak. He rocked against Aurelian's hips, could feel the slapping of flesh on flesh and every thrust inside, could feel the heat they generated, could feel Aurelian's tight ass under his hands and Aurelian's fingers around his cock, pulling in time with those steady, rythmic thrusts.

And he was beautiful too, this man above him, looking down at him, concentrating and loving and generous and Sam could cry with the way it felt, Aurelian so far inside him, farther than anyone or anything, still speaking those words Sam didn't understand, trying to soothe him with that deep, dark, velvet voice, so heavy he couldn't take it any more and oh god, he was going to come.

"Aurelian..." he managed to breathe, feeling his balls draw up and his cock jump in Aurelian's hand, feeling Aurelian trembling between his legs, inside his ass, feeling the bed shake - why was the bed shaking? - and very dimly hearing the end of his dad's record, the Epilogue, the conclusion.

"Caro mio.... My Samuel, my sun. Come for me."

And Sam did, shaking and shooting and crying out, his head thrown back on the pillow, cords in his neck standing out as he spasmed, spraying his chest and belly with hot, salty spunk.

He felt his ass clench around Aurelian's cock, and couldn't focus but could feel Aurelian coming inside him, pouring his life out between Sam's thighs.

And then it was over and all he could hear was the rain outside and his own harsh breathing, all he could feel was the sheet underneath him and Aurelian inside him, all he could see was Aurelian's face hanging over his, hair pulling out of its tie and falling in his face and his eyes utterly black.

Sam closed his eyes. He was so tired now, and sore, but only a little, and relieved, maybe, and empty and sated at the same time, and now that he couldn't hear The Voice of Venus any more he felt a little bit abandoned. Now it was just the two of them. All the ghosts were gone.

Aurelian pulled out slowly, ran his hands over Sam's chest, rubbing come into his skin, and stretched out next to him.

"How was it?" he asked. He pushed Sam's hair back off his forehead and planted a kiss on his temple. Sam didn't know what to say.

"I don't know."

"I do." Another kiss, this time at the corner of Sam's eye, and then one on his nose, the corner of his mouth, his lips. Sam rolled over to face him. Aurelian was smiling. He didn't seem out of breath or flushed or anything. Sam touched his mouth, ran his finger around its shape. Lips parted and Aurelian's tongue darted out to lick at Sam's finger. Sam pulled it back.

"Sam," Aurelian said gently, sounding concerned. "Did I hurt you?"

"No...." He could feel it now, something hot trickling down the side of his face. Why was he crying?

He rolled onto his stomach, not wanting to avoid Aurelian so much as wanting to find a comfortable position to sleep in. Aurelian lay wedged up next to him, half on him, an arm across his shoulders and legs protectively on either side of him. Sam snuggled down into the mattress, trying to stay warm, trying to hold that feeling of fullness, that feeling of completion, and he fell asleep with those tears he couldn't explain drying on his cheeks, and a body he could explain holding him as he dreamed.

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