"Oh come on, Victor!" It's just one blind date, what if he's the one you refuse to meet him? You'll meet just before Christmas! How adorable!"

By this time she had her hands clasped dreamily in front of her, eyes literally making hearts at the sky as she practically shoved the piece of paper with a time, date, and address on it down my throat.

"He's perfect for you, V. Honestly, trust me on this one."

I just sighed defeatedly -knowing that I wouldn't win when she had the bit between her teeth- and looked down at the paper, making a grumpy, noncommittal noise of reluctant approval when I saw that it was at my favorite restaurant. Well, at least that means that this whole thing wouldn't be a total bust... or my favorite restaurant would be ruined for me from here to forever.

Let's hope that doesn't happen...
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Well, this was starting out brilliant, please note the heavy sarcasm. Supposedly 'perfectly for me' dude was twenty minutes late already. Come on, I have things to do and shows to watch, not to mention that there's a bag of chips sitting in the cupboard that I have a date with. I can't miss that, I wouldn't do that to my beautiful cholesterol.

I looked at my watch for what seemed like the hundredth time, scanning the dining floor of 'let's be bisque' again before I returned to the slowly melting candle at the so-called 'romantic' table and blew it out, watching the black smoke rise from the smoldering wick before I looked around once more and pulled my lighter out to revive it again, the little flame springing back to life and dancing merrily from the gusts of air charging at it from the servers and patrons walking past my table.

Gosh, I was bored.

I think I might set fire to something if this guy doesn't show up soon.

Ten minutes later I was still waiting, a yawn forcing me to part my lips and cover my mouth with the back of my hand, raising a hand to summon over a waiter before I ordered a bowl of my favorite soup and told him to bring me a basket of bread. Just because what's his face wouldn't show that didn't mean that I couldn't have a nice meal, I was at my favorite place after all so wine not? Oops, 'why' not.

About five minutes of scrolling through my phone later a basket of bread and a bowl of soup was set in front of me with a flourish, an 'enjoy your meal' being served along with the soup before I nodded in thanks and dug in. My taste buds sang the moment the delectable soup and buttery bread touched my tongue, my eyes closing in bliss for a few seconds before there was the 'whoosh' of air signifying someone walking by my table and the squeak of leather as someone plopped themselves into the booth across from me.

My eyes opened, bread and soup slipping down my throat as I swallowed before my eyes trailed up the tailored suit and navy tie, up past the dark five o'clock shadow on that cut jaw and settling on a pair of piercing copper eyes. Objectively he was attractive. Personally for me be was 'oh gawd take me now, daddy.'

Anyway.

The guy was still late and that was just rude in my opinion. It didn't matter that he looked killer in that fitted suit, or that my skin tingled just imagining that scruff rubbing against me, or that his eyes drew me in like a moth to the flame... nope, didn't matter whatsoever.

"So, what's good here?"

I almost scoffed, that's all he had to say? Seriously?!? No 'I'm sorry I'm late' or 'my mom just died so I had to bring her to the hospital'. Nope. What a jerk.

I just looked at him with a very unamused deadpan stare, raising my eyebrows at him before I leaned down to take another sip of soup, savoring it in my mouth before I swallowed and dabbed at my lips with my napkin. I then straightened my shoulders and looked back up at him.

"I don't know if you weren't informed, but this was supposed to be a date. A date that was set for six o'clock, not six-thirty in case you were wondering. Care to explain your tardiness?"

The man just shrugged his strong shoulders, waving over the waiter and ordering a bowl of soup before he thanked him and turned his sickeningly charming smile towards me. Someone bring me sunglasses, I think I'm going blind from this guy's teeth. I rolled my eyes internally at myself, gesturing for him to come up with an acceptable excuse before I just got up and walked away.

"I forgot. Sorry to keep you waiting."

Yup. Just a jerk. No ifs, and, or buts about it this guy was a jerk, plain and simple.

I hummed, unimpressed.

"Well, I'm Victor -not that you asked- and I'm not very impressed with how you turned out to be."

The other man just smirked, eyes flickering playfully as he leaned forward and rested his head on his hands, long fingers clasping together and eyes shimmering darkly at me.

"Why, because your mind wants to hate me and yet your body still wants me?"

Yes, that's exactly why.

"No! Are you kidding me? Just because I'm gay doesn't mean that I'd mean I'd be attracted to you. Who do you think you are? God's gift to mankind?" I snorted, giving him a mocking smile and taking a large bite of the bread, licking the butter and garlic off my lips before I took a sip of the soda I had ordered. I nearly choked when I saw him slide around the half-circle booth quick as a flash and a hand was laid on my thigh; dangerously close to my groin. The heat from his palm seeped through my pants and I hated myself for feeling the wave of lust that shot through me at the commanding action. I knew I was a brat. But I liked being handled, being made to do what the other wanted.

I absolutely did not draw in a sharp breath when the hand tightened around my thigh and his hot breath caressed the shell of my ear.

"Attracted to me now?" He whispered, running his nose down my neck lightly and sending shivers across my body.

"M-Maybe," I admitted quietly, hands shaking as I tried to keep a straight face so the people around us wouldn't catch on to what he was doing. Oh, that would be mortifying. The hand inched inward, making me quickly dart my eyes to his and shake my head, a breathy 'stop' brushing past my lips as he took the lobe of my ear between his teeth.

"Say 'red' if you really want me to stop, gorgeous. Otherwise, it's green. Understand?" I moaned under my breath as his fingers rubbed over the growing bulge in my pants, the long digits stroking lovingly over my erection as they had all the time in the world and we weren't currently doing what was surely an illegal thing in public. The fingers gripped me and squeezed tight when I didn't answer, making me bite my tongue hard so I didn't moan out.

I nodded quickly, a small 'okay, I understand' fluttering out of my mouth. He smirked and lifted a spoonful of soup to my lips, blowing on it to cool it before pushing it into my mouth and resuming the slow torture of his hand under the table. I forced myself to swallow without choking and mentally asked myself WHAT THE HECK WAS I DOING?!? I should say red. No, I should shove him away and run as fast as I could.

Or I could stay...

"I have a confession to make, gorgeous." He said, voice like silk as he fed me a couple more spoonfuls, making sure I ate a good portion of the bowl and feeding me bread while dabbing my mouth to make sure none spilled on me. All the while his left hand was working its way into my pants, rubbing a wet spot onto the front of my underwear while I fought off the urge to squirm and thrust up into his hand. I felt so... taken care of but at the same time, I couldn't fight the color that stained my cheeks as he fed me and talked to me.

He told me that I had caught his eye a few weeks ago, that he had begged Carly to set us up and that he thought I was amazing. He knew I was very unruly though, and that being late to this little rendezvous would get me fuming.

"I know that isn't kind but... gosh it turns me on so much to see you like this. Would you consider giving me a chance?"

Another shiver of lust trickled down my spine, my member throbbing beneath his fingers as he rubbed at the tip, not wanting to admit that I agreed with him. I was nervous that we were going to get caught, but that turned me on so much more.

"Okay," I said, turning to him and nodding, smiling to myself when he grinned widely.
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We were in his apartment now, on the floor right in front of his entryway. The rest of dinner had gone pretty much the same, his hand down my pants as we talked and he teased me; my arousal simmering and boiling to a breaking point. It was an unconventional date, but what the heck, I didn't want normal.

"You've been wanting it all night, haven't you?" He asked me huskily, biting my neck roughly as I pulled at his hair. I whined and nodded, a strangled 'yes!' leaving my mouth as he shoved my pants and lifted my legs high. I mewled when I felt his tongue on my hole, thrusting into me and making me write underneath him as my shaft leaked buckets of precum onto my stomach.

I don't think I've ever needed someone so bad before, the aching feeling of emptiness almost too much to bare as I begged for him. He licked and sucked at my hole like it was the best thing he had ever had, unrelenting as he thrust in and out of me. I felt myself teetering at the edge, a whimper leaving my throat as I warned for him to stop. I wanted him in me, not just his tongue.

"W-Wait I-I'm! I-I'm-ah!"

He ignored me, tongue reaching deeper with his thrusts as he took his thumb and rubbed between my shaft and my hole, pressing firmly and making me scream as I sailed over the edge into pleasure, crying out and jerking as I released all over my stomach; some dripping onto the hardwood beneath me.

I panted breathlessly, body still tingling from the aftershocks of my orgasm when I felt him scoop up my release on his fingers and push it into my hole, pushing two fingers inside me and curling them so they massaged my prostate; making me whine and wiggle as I tried to get away.

He just chuckled and held me in place, rubbing harder and adding another finger as he stretched me for what I assumed would be the final act to our little triste. Honestly, I hoped that this wasn't just a one-time thing, but I wouldn't let those clingy thoughts ruin this now. My eyes widened as his fingers thrust in and out of me, twisting and stretching as he nailed my sweet spot every time and I saw stars as I felt myself ready to release again.

"W-Wait. I can't..." I couldn't come again, not so soon.

"Oh, yes you can," he said, fingers speeding up and thrusting harder into my loose hole, making me clench around him as he milked my prostate and making me grab fistfuls of my own hair as I tried to control myself. I had never come from just some's tongue or fingers. And now I felt like I could just come from one of them. My release hit me like a freight train and I actually screamed as my channel convulsed around his fingers; back arching off the wood as my body was filled with pleasure so painfully intense that I almost started crying.

I could feel him lining up his shaft to my hole once his fingers were removed and I whimpered again, trying to squirm away but my body was limp from my second orgasm. I couldn't take any more, not from him. It felt like he commanded my body, pleasure beyond what I had ever experienced before being shown to me as he worked my body like a master.

"N-No more!" I begged, moaning despite myself when I felt him slide into me smoothly, him smirking at me as he drew his fingers through the evidence of my release on my stomach and coating his thick shaft with it. He paused when he heard my plea, stilling my hips when they unconsciously started grinding against him to get him to start moving and kissing my lips soundly before whispering against them.

"Color?" He asked, start to slowly -almost lovingly- rock into me and making me gasp and shudder in oversensitized pleasure. I didn't know what had gotten into me. I was usually the one taking control when it came to bedroom activities. People took one look at me and my bratty attitude and assumed I was power bottom or wanted it too rough or some crap like that. They could have just asked but whatever. My pleasure fried brain registered his question and I tried to think of an answer, his hot shaft sliding in and out -and in and out and in and out- of me making it hard for me to think of much else. He stopped and I quickly garbled out an answer, brain scrambling as I tried to think of the right word to say that I wanted him to continue.

"Green!” Was blurting from my lips before I could remember properly and I moaned in relief when he thrust back into me, going at a steady, fast pace as I mewled in pleasure and gripped onto him. I yelped when he stood up, my legs around his hips as he impaled me with his rod. My back hit the wall and I whined as he penetrated even deeper inside me, working his hips fast and hard as my head tossed back and forth in ecstasy. I felt like cumming again, but I knew that this last orgasm would absolutely shatter me so I tried to hold back, keening and whining as I sloppily kissed him and left marks on his neck. He groaned as I tightened around him, only one of his strong arms supporting me as he reached with the other and brushed my hair out of my face, looking me straight in the eyes as he pounded the life out of me.

“Do you have any plans for Christmas, darling?” He asked urgently, probably very close to releasing as he felt me contracting around him. I shook my head, knowing for sure that I wasn’t going home to the cemetery that my parents were buried in. He grinned and I felt my heart melt just a little, although I’d never admit it so forget you heard that.

“Spend Christmas with me? Please, I love- I would love if you would… if we could spend more time together. Say yes.”

My stomach warmed at the offer, nodding at him and moaning out a breathy ‘yes’ as I was pushed off the edge and my vision blurred. I could feel him moaning and his hips stuttering out of rhythm as he released inside of me, seed coating my insides as I shifted my hips at the erotic feeling. The last thing I remember was receiving a peck on the lips before I was set down in the shower and warm water was cascading down my flushed skin; my head being pushed back to lean on a strong shoulder as sweet words were whispered into my ear.

He dressed me in a pair of sweatpants that were much too large before he just gave up and dropped one of his shirts over my head, picking me up bridal style before he tucked me into a bed that smelled wonderfully like him. I snuggled against him and sighed happily, placing a kiss on his bare chest as he stroked my hair.

Maybe he was the change that my life needed, and I was very much looking forward to this new chapter.

And also, I couldn’t wait to not spend Christmas alone.