Page 7 of Necking with a Vampire
Peter paused for all of a second, pleased as punch at being recognized.
“Ha, no. You’re not scary.”
He was. But for an entirely different reason than Draven likely meant.
“Not as scary as giving blood normally, at least. Um, I wanted to try again with you. If that’s okay?”
“Well then. Please, step inside.”
Draven took Peter’s hand and, just like last time, rubbed soothing circles with his thumb. Helped Peter get comfortable in the sinfully plush chair. Trailed his fingers along Peter’s skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“I think this is the first time someone has chosen me, besides as a dare,” Draven said. “Usually I’m a last resort.”
“What’s not to like?” Peter asked.
Draven’s lips twitched, like Peter had made a joke.
“Who could say no to this chair or the aesthetics?”
The faint smile turned more genuine.
Peter tried to pay more attention to what Draven did differently when drawing blood, but once he saw that hint of a smile, he was gone. Done for.
It was far too easy for Draven to distract him with a touch. Simply playing with Peter’s neck was enough to send Peter’s blood racing south.
Once again it was all over too soon. Once again, Draven licked the last drop of Peter’s blood.
“I hope you come again,” Draven said. “You are delicious.”
It should be offputting. Unnerving. Weird.
It shouldn’t make Peter so hard he barely made it home before giving in and frantically stroking himself until he came.
And Peter did come back. Again and again. Giving blood to Draven became a habit he couldn’t quit.
In bed, he was restless, unable to sleep until he gave in to temptation and stroked himself hard and fast, Draven’s smoothvoice guiding him to completion just as it soothed him in the chair.
During the day, he struggled to focus on his classes. His mind spun with new ways to make Draven smile. He was determined to see a hint of teeth one day.
Was this quickly becoming an obsession?
If it was, Peter couldn’t be blamed! Draven was just that interesting. And much nicer than everyone made him out to be.
The flirting was the perfect distraction while drawing blood, but Draven couldn’t mean it. If he did, he would have made a proper move.
Or was Peter supposed to be the one to make the first move? How did it work when it was two men? As the elder, it should be Draven… right?
Ugh, it was all so confusing. This was yet another reason Peter had put off exploring his bi-curious side. He didn’t know the rules! And he didn’t want his first time to be with a stranger. He wanted it to be with someone he trusted. Someone with experience.
Draven checked all his boxes… but what if Peter was wrong? What if Draven was just flirting to draw blood? It worked so well. Then Peter would look like a complete fool if he confessed.
Making Draven smile was a safe, harmless thing to focus his attention on.
Seeing the man light up whenever Peter approached would never get old. As much as the man ever did ‘light up’ for anyone.
Over time, finding Draven became easier and easier. Was Peter getting better at searching, or was Draven seeking him out? Their paths crossed too often to be a coincidence.
The night before Halloween, Peter stepped out of his last class to find Draven parked across the street, waiting for him.
