That thought, coupled with Sam's erotic sounds, nearly had Jesse coming in his pants, and he shivered in anticipation. Jesse kept the one hand behind Sam's head, not allowing the boy to pull away yet. His other hand began to drift up the boy's stomach and chest until it brushed against Sam's nipple, already pebbling slightly beneath Sam's T-Shirt. Jesse felt the boy shudder against him, and he tweaked the nipple between his fingers, hard.
Sam let out an adorable squeak and broke the kiss. He could only pull away a few inches, as that was all Jesse would allow, and he peered up at Jesse's confident smile. Sam gasped for breath, panting heavily, and he glanced away from Jesse's smoldering look. He was bright red, noticeably embarrassed, and he looked around furtively.
“Don't worry, little one. I won't let anyone else touch you.” Jesse winked playfully and reached out to tweak that little nipple again. He could see the tiny bud making a delectable bump through the black T-shirt, and it made him want to reach out and lick it. He wanted to have that adorable body laid out like a buffet before him and taste every last inch of his sweet Sam.
Sam squeaked again and crossed thin arms over his chest as if to protect the sensitive little nubs from Jesse's wandering hands. Jesse couldn't help but chuckle at this motion, like that would really stop him if he wanted to get at them. But he let Sam hide for now. Instead he caressed Sam's face and licked his bottom lip, tasting the boy's essence again.
“Finish your wine, little one. Then we'll go dance a bit more.”
“I don't know.” Sam hesitated, unsure.
“But I do,” Jesse said firmly. “We won't do anything you don't want to do. But I really want to dance with you, and I know you want to dance with me.” He looked pointedly down at Sam's bulging pants, smiling slightly. He pushed the wine closer, leaving his one arm around the back of his treasure. He didn't want there to be any doubt in people's minds that Sam belonged exclusively to him.
Jesse watched as Sam sipped his wine obediently, but cautiously, obviously stalling. Sam looked over the rim of the glass at the shifting crowd around him, and Jesse could see the confusion in his features. He chuckled to himself as he sipped his own wine. By the time Jesse was done with Sam tonight, the boy would have a firsthand understanding of what the gyrating crowd was doing around them. The evocative dancing the boy had seen tonight would be the tamest thing Sam experienced.
Jesse encouraged Sam to drink up every time Sam seemed to be stalling, and the boy finally finished the wine. Leaving the glasses on the table, Jesse stood up and held out his hand to help his little one to his feet. Jesse smiled down as Sam took the proffered hand, and led the boy to the dance floor, where he pulled Sam tightly against his heat. Sam felt perfect pressed against Jesse's bulk, like he belonged there.
For nearly an hour, they made slow, sensuous love on the dance floor. It didn't matter what type of music was playing. Jesse moved unerringly through the crowd, never letting go of Sam, and not paying the slightest heed to those around them. His sole focus was Sam. Jesse watched the boy blush under his scrutiny, but that only made Sam even more adorable to look at.
Jesse's hands roamed over the soft, slender body before him. He loved touching Sam everywhere he could, even when it made Sam gasp and pull swiftly away in embarrassment. There wasn't a spot from knees to crown that Jesse hadn't fondled in one manner or another, no matter how much it caused Sam to squirm. More than once, Jesse touched certain spots simply to see Sam squirm again. Sam was absolutely delicious looking, especially when flushed with embarrassment and looking with shy longing up at Jesse through those long lashes.
Jesse's favorites were when he brushed against Sam's nipples and the boy groaned huskily, or when he fondled the bulge in Sam's pants, and the boy gasped as though in desperate need.
When Jesse cupped and caressed that hot bulge, Sam twisted as though he were trying to pull away. He blushed so hard that his body seemed aflame. Jesse could see the increasing desire building in those beautiful eyes and the shivers that wracked that tempting body.
Sam tried to hide behind those long lashes and Jesse's hard chest, but Jesse could see everything in that expressive face—everything. It had Jesse burning up with desire, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could resist his lovely Sam.
They swayed and moved around the teeming dance floor as Sam became more comfortable with Jesse. Sam didn't look around him anymore; he simply focused on Jesse, watching Jesse's large hands as if to see where they would touch him next.
He reminded Jesse of a succulent, sweet little rabbit caught in the stare of the wicked snake. The analogy had Jesse chuckling to himself, even as he brushed his fingers over Sam's nipples again just to watch the boy react once more.
Jesse was content to dance for a long time, savoring their time together. He wanted Sam to feel comfortable enough to go home with Jesse without any doubts. He also wanted to drive Sam insane with desire, which, by the animated looks Sam was casting at Jesse, Sam wasn't far from being. But it still wasn't enough. Jesse continued to tease and touch Sam in all the right places to drive his little treat wanton with pent-up desire.
Jesse finally pulled Sam closer again, grinding his erect cock firmly against Sam's abdomen, enjoying the heat that seemed to flare between them. He brushed his lips over Sam's head, trailing kisses and teasing bites from Sam's temple down the cheek to the boy's jaw and chin.
Sam was breathing heavily, practically panting, and his hands were trapped between their bodies, clenched tightly in Jesse's silk shirt, hanging on as though for dear life.
Jesse watched with delight as Sam's lush lips opened slightly and the small face turned toward him in obvious invitation. Jesse ignored the tempting offer. His lips continued to travel over Sam's chin and jaw to reach his other temple. Jesse's lips and tongue made the same trail in the other direction, mirroring their movements over that angelic face. Jesse could feel Sam's body burning with desire, but it still wasn't enough.
Sam's mouth turned to follow Jesse's movements again, but again Jesse ignored the silent plea. Jesse chuckled as Sam made the most endearing moue of protest and moved to intercept Jesse's path, but Jesse wasn't done with his game yet. Sam wasn't anywhere near needy enough yet. But he would be soon.
Jesse's lips traveled back to their original spot, disregarding Sam's attempts to get his attention where he wanted it. He wanted to tease Sam until the boy was begging for more, until Sam was as desperate for Jesse as Jesse was for Sam. He nibbled on Sam's ear lobe, nipping gently. He traced the shell of Sam's ear with his tongue, flicking gently inside until Sam shivered. Sam's fists clutched at Jesse's shirt as though trying to drag Jesse closer, and the boy moaned loudly.
Jesse rewarded the erotic sounds, tracing Sam's face with his fingertips. Jesse nearly moaned himself when Sam nuzzled into his touch. Damn. Sam had no idea what that did to Jesse. That kind of submission turned Jesse on like nothing else.
Perhaps it was time for them to go. Otherwise Jesse was sure he'd pass out from blue balls. His leather pants were so tight across the groin, they were practically strangling his throbbing cock. The zipper was sure to leave a permanent impression. Sometimes going commando wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
Sam whimpered slightly, nestling against his palm. Jesse watched with fascination as Sam's tongue flicked out, licking the pads of his fingers. Oh, fuck. That was it. That was enough. Time to go, now. ENDEXCERPT
Jesse took Sam's head between his hands, slanting his mouth demandingly over Sam's. He devoured the morsel before him, forcing Sam's lips open with his own lips and tongue. Jesse's tongue dove eagerly inside Sam's hot mouth, tracing every last inch of that moist heat. He sucked Sam's tongue into his own mouth, tracing and dueling and demanding absolute submission from his sweet companion. And he got it.
Sam surrendered completely, allowing Jesse total control. He sighed happily when Jesse pulled his hips against Jesse's own, grinding their erections together. He whimpered, pushing harder, obviously enjoying the sensations.
> Shit. Jesse pulled away slightly, looking down at the flushed face and closed eyes standing before him. Sam's mouth was still pursed, waiting for Jesse to kiss it again and promising him untold pleasures. Jesse needed to get Sam home, where he could spend all the time he wanted exploring that lithe body.
Sam's eyes finally fluttered open and looked at Jesse with barely concealed lust.
“Please,” Sam whispered, nuzzling into Jesse's palm harder, kissing the pads of his fingertips.
“Time to go, little one,” Jesse said, trying to get hold of his rampaging libido. Fuck. “Do you have a coat?” Jesse asked, leading the boy toward the door.
“Huh?” Sam said, clearly confused.
The passion shining in those chocolate-brown eyes had Jesse wanting to ravage the boy's mouth again. If Sam continued to look at Jesse like that, it would be an inordinately long drive home for Jesse in his tight and uncomfortable leather pants.
Jesse chuckled. “Did you bring a coat inside with you?” he repeated, weaving through the very crowded dance floor, guiding Sam without error to the door. He shielded the younger man with his own, much larger body. He didn't want there to be any delays or distractions as they left.
“No.” Sam shook his head, still looking somewhat dazed.
“Good. Where's your car?” Jesse kept smiling. He bent over slightly, talking directly into Sam's ear as they moved. He continued to nuzzle the shell of Sam's ear, biting and sucking gently on his ear lobe even as they moved swiftly to the exit. Jesse couldn't help but want to touch Sam every chance he got.
“I-I took the b-bus here.” Sam stammered as Jesse's tongue traced the inside of his ear, causing Sam to shiver.
Jesse couldn't help but chuckle at that, his breath caressing Sam's sensitive ear. “You took the bus here?” he queried. That wasn't something he'd ever heard before. Someone taking the bus to a leather bar like this? Sounded very peculiar, but yet, somehow, it sounded very much like something Sam would do. Even knowing Sam for only a short time, Jesse knew that taking the bus was Sam down to a T. It was very practical and very genuine, so different from most of the supercilious other wannabes around here.
It was such a perfect chance that had brought the two of them together that Jesse was determined to make every moment of the rest of their lives together count.
He felt Sam shiver against him and draw closer to his warmth as they finally emerged from the club into the much cooler night air. Jesse ignored the crowd as he maneuvered them toward his car. He opened the car door with a practiced flick of his wrist and watched in amusement as Sam looked appreciatively at his car before climbing in. He could tell that Sam had no idea what kind of car it was, otherwise Sam would have oohed over it like the few other wannabes who had had the privilege of riding in it. Aston Martin Rapides in Quantum Silver weren't very common, even in LA.
Sam simply smiled and scrambled in quickly. Jesse sighed. The boy was getting more perfect with each passing moment. He hated vapid little subs who only hung around him for his money or the prestige they received by being with Jesse.
Jesse went around to the driver's side swiftly, and they were off within moments. Jesse drove in silence, watching Sam fidget nervously. Now that they were no longer touching, Jesse could see the wheels whirling in Sam's head, probably telling him he was rushing things.
Jesse couldn't have Sam backing out now, not when he was so close to making the little one his. This was much too important to let Sam leave without making the boy understand how good they could be together.
“Do you have to work tomorrow?” Jesse asked, breaking the silence.
“No,” Sam said quickly. “I'm off until Monday.”
“Excellent. That gives us the whole weekend to get to know each other better,” Jesse said soothingly. He didn't want to frighten Sam, and tried to ease his nerves.
“Don't worry, little one, we won't do anything you don't want to do.” He grinned encouragingly at Sam. “Despite appearances, I really am quite the gentleman.” He waggled his eyebrows comically. “At least on the first date, maybe even the second.”
As Jesse had hoped, Sam laughed, and some of the nervous tension seemed to leave his body. “I know,” Sam said. “I've just never done this before. I'm not really sure what to do.”
Jesse's eyebrows shot up, but he held his peace. He'd question Sam more about that once they'd gotten to his home. If Sam really was as innocent as he seemed, Jesse would have to go slowly. Jesse wouldn't mind that. He rather enjoyed the thought of introducing Sam to his world of pleasure and sensation.
If Sam really was a virgin, Jesse would treasure the gift, showing Sam how wonderful it could be between them, and how much pleasure Jesse could offer him. Jesse could hardly wait to initiate Sam into the world of exquisite sensations that Jesse could provide to him.
“Don't worry. Like I said, we won't do anything you don't want to do.” He smiled again, glancing at Sam, but keeping most of his attention on the busy roads. One thing Jesse always tried to be was a careful driver. People in LA were crazy enough; he would never endanger himself or his passengers by being inattentive on the road. But he could still help to ease Sam's nerves, at least a bit.
At the next red light, he grabbed Sam's hand from where it was tapping a nervous staccato on Sam's knee, and placed it on his own thigh. Jesse rubbed it gently for a few moments before putting his hand back on the stick as the light turned green.
Jesse heard Sam give a small sigh as the contact between them was re-established, and the tension seemed to ooze from that lean body a bit more. Jesse smiled encouragingly again. Sam didn't move his hand from where it rested on Jesse's thigh, but he seemed to glow at the touch and relaxed back into his seat.
“It'll take about twenty minutes to get home, so this will give us a chance to talk a little. Get to know each other a bit more,” Jesse said, trying to distract Sam from his nervous thoughts. “Where do you work?” Jesse asked. He wanted to know everything about his little Sam.
“I work at a cafe downtown,” Sam replied. “It's cute, and we get lots of tourists trying to star-gaze. It's fun.”
“Do you get lots of celebrities in there?”
“God, no.” Sam laughed. “And if one came in, I'd probably be so nervous I'd spill the coffee on their ten thousand dollar suit or something.” Jesse joined in the laughter at the thought of Sam being all cute and flustered like that.
“I take it you're not an actor waiting to be discovered, then?”
“God, no,” Sam repeated. “I'd pass out for sure if I had to act in front of people. No, I'm just happy working in the service industry. I think that's why my boss likes me so much. I never call in sick like the other guys do when they get an audition call. Drives him nuts when he has to re-schedule shifts like that.”
Jesse chuckled. Sam's adorableness magnified as he spoke. He was much too down to earth for such a fancy-filled, frivolous city.
“What about you? What is it that you do?” Sam asked, his fingers unconsciously tracing patterns on Jesse's leather pants. Jesse was pretty sure Sam didn't even realize he was doing it, but Jesse didn't want to bring it up in case Sam stopped. It felt much too good to be stopped. Jesse's hard on, which had finally started to go down to a bearable level, flared up again with a vengeance. Even though he was wearing leather pants, Jesse could feel the heat of Sam's hand and the swirling motion of his fingers over his leg.
He pulled his thoughts together with great difficulty. “I'm in investments. I work for myself mostly, with a few special clients here and there.”
“Wow, sounds interesting. Are any of those ‘special clients’ celebrities?” Sam asked teasingly.
“Not really, no. Mostly just friends and such. I'm not much into star watching myself.” They laughed together. The rest of the car ride passed in amiable chatter as Jesse found out as much as he could about his Sam. It proved a great diversion as those nimble fingers tracing delicate patterns over his leather-clad leg were driving him to distraction. He
didn't want to tell Sam to stop though, he was enjoying it way too much for that.
Jesse finally pulled into a quiet neighborhood where the houses were large and very far apart. It was dark out, so Jesse couldn't show Sam the quiet neighborhood he enjoyed. He'd leave that tour for the morning, when he could show Sam the glorious view of the sunrise from his balcony.
Jesse clicked the button on his dashboard and the gate before them swung open noiselessly. Beyond the gate, the lights for the garage turned on as the garage door rose to admit them.
Jesse hopped out of the car almost before he had turned it off and was around the passenger side, holding the door open for Sam.
Sam smiled up at him, shy once again, as he placed his hand in Jesse's much larger one and Jesse helped him from the car.
“Come inside.” Jesse smiled back. “We'll have a drink and relax a bit. It was so noisy and hot in the club, I'm sure we could both use something cool.”
Jesse retained Sam's hand as he led the boy through the garage and into his home. They passed several other cars, but from Sam's lack of reaction, Jesse knew the boy had no interest in fancy automobiles.
Jesse led Sam to the kitchen and led him to sit at the island while he opened a bottle of wine. White this time, but still something sweet for Sam to distract him from Jesse's obviously bulging organ. They had all night, and if Jesse had anything to say about it, they'd have all weekend too, so there wasn't any need to rush. Jesse prided himself on his exquisite self control, even though his libido was telling him to jump the boy and make Sam his. Besides, delaying would only make it more pleasurable for both of them, and Jesse was all about pleasure, for both him and his partner.
“Want to watch a movie?” Jesse asked.
“Sure,” Sam said happily.
“Great. The living room's right through that door. You pick a movie while I go change into something a little easier to breath in.” Jesse winked at Sam conspiratorially before disappearing through another door adjacent to the kitchen.
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