“I’m sorry, Sammy, so sorry! I didn’t mean to—”
Sammy lifted his right hand to his lips, dipped a drop with his index finger and stared at it in wonder. “So that’s what it feels like.” He sounded surprised.
“Baby, I—” Dre started patting his pockets for a tissue, only to come up empty. He felt sick to his stomach for hurting Sammy and guilty because he loved how Sammy tasted. Sammy reached for Dre’s hand.
“It’s okay, Dre. I wanted to know what it was like when you kissed me with your fangs.” A broad smile appeared on his lips. “It’s great.”
“But, but you’re bleeding!”
Sammy shrugged. “It’s just a nick, nothing bad.” He licked the blood from his lips. “Kiss me again.”
Dre hesitated. He so wanted to comply, wanted to taste Sammy, feel him melt in his arms, but he didn’t want to hurt him. Sammy closed the short distance between them, put his hands on Dre’s chest and walked him backward until the back of his knees hit the edge of the latrinae. Dre sat down. He slung his hands around Sammy’s waist when his date straddled his thighs. Their faces were so close that Dre could smell the hint of vanilla on Sammy’s breath. His fangs were digging into his lips, making it difficult to speak.
“Shammy.”
Sammy smiled. “The way I see it, kissing with your fangs out requires some getting used to. We need to train until we’re proficient.”
“Ownwy you can make kishing shound like a shore.” Dre made a face. He sounded like a drunk. Sammy giggled.
“I’m sorry, Dre.” He pressed light kisses on both of Dre’s fangs. “It’s just I can’t remember when I last was so happy. Thank you for that. Now let’s see if we can’t work this out.”
Sammy put his lips on the gap between Dre’s, slowly dipping his tongue in. Dre moaned and opened. This feels so good. When Sammy started swirling his tongue around his left fang, Dre felt his cock pulsing in the same rhythm. He had never kissed with his fangs out before, but he found he liked it. Sammy did some more exploring, nibbled on Dre’s lips and teeth, then swiped his tongue around in his mouth as if he were looking for something. When he felt confident enough that he wouldn’t accidentally hurt Sammy again, Dre did some exploring of his own. He didn’t know how long they kept on kissing. He just allowed himself to get lost in the wonderful sensations of having Sammy in his arms, tasting and feeling him, pulling him so close that it felt as if they were one. Only when Sammy started squirming in his arms did Dre loosen his hold.
“What’s up?”
An adorable blush appeared on Sammy’s cheeks. “I’m afraid I need to use the bathroom. Can you…you know, do your thing and transport me somewhere with a porcelain bowl?”
Dre was about to get his claws out to open time and space when he suddenly had an idea. “Number one or number two?”
“Huh?”
“Do you need to piss or take a shit?”
The blush deepened. “Number one.”
Dre grinned. “Then we don’t have to go anywhere.” He made a sweeping gesture. “We’re in a bathroom.”
For a moment, Sammy seemed stunned. Then he started shaking his head vigorously. “Oh no. I’m not going to piss in an ancient monument. No chance.”
“Why not? Granted, there’s no water running below to transport it away, but it’s just piss. The next rain will wash away whatever hasn’t soaked into the ground. Don’t you want to know what it feels like?”
Sammy hesitated. “I guess it would be like a living history experiment…sort of. Still, it feels wrong.”
Dre smiled at Sammy encouragingly. “I can take you somewhere else if you really don’t want…”
Sammy stared at the holes in the bench. “You need to wait outside.”
Dre’s face fell. “But I wanted to know what it’s like,” he whined.
“And I will tell you, but you won’t stay here while I…I obey my biological needs. Whatever this thing between us is going to be, we’re not yet at the stage where I don’t care about matters of the bathroom. So out with you!”
Dre chuckled but obeyed. He stepped through the gap in the walls where the entrance had once been, and kept his back to Sammy. “Satisfied?”
“Promise you won’t turn around.”
Dre held up his pinkie finger. “Pinkie swear.”
He got an almost hysterical laugh as an answer. “You’re insane.” Then Dre heard the rustling of clothes, the zing of a zipper being pulled down, a shriek when Sammy’s naked ass connected with the cold stone—there would be no way he could hit the small hole accurately—then the trickling of fluid. Another rustling told Dre that Sammy was getting up and back into his pants.
“Can I come in?”
“Yes.”
Dre turned around to go back into the latrinae. He found Sammy standing there with his eyes wide open. His hands were shaking at his sides.
“I can’t believe I did that. I took a leak in an ancient building with my date listening. Oh my God, what have I done?”
Dre hurried to take Sammy in his arms. He sounded as if he needed it.
“You did a historical experiment, and if it’s any consolation, I think the sound of you taking your clothes off is highly erotic.”
Sammy looked up at him. Slowly, he opened and closed his eyes, reminding Dre of an owl. “I’m not sure if it’s a good thing that you bring out my daring side. I’ve never done something like this before. Never. I’m the good boy, the silent nerd who reads books and doesn’t get into any trouble. I do not piss into ancient toilets.”
Dre raised a brow. “How was it?”
Sammy shuddered. “Exciting. Cool. Terrifying. And you listened!”
“So mostly it was good, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah…mostly. I’m just not sure if I want to do it again.”
“You don’t have to. Let’s stroll around a bit more until the adrenaline in your system wears off. Then I’ll take you home.”
Sammy didn’t protest when Dre led him out of the latrinae and back onto the cobbled, weed-covered streets of Ostia Antica. They walked around for thirty more minutes, visiting the theater and the temples before Dre took them back into Sammy’s kitchen.
“Thank you, Dre. It was a fantastic evening.”
Sammy looked up into Dre’s eyes, so sincere and beautiful. Dre simply had to lean down and kiss him again. And again.
“It was my pleasure. How about we do this again, tomorrow?”
“You want to go back to Rome?” Sammy sounded breathless and not at all taken aback by the idea of seeing Dre again in such a short time. One glance at the clock on Sammy’s oven told Dre it was even the same day.
“We can do that, but I was thinking we could go skiing in Canada.”
“I don’t know how to ski.” Sammy seemed a little dejected.
“Do you want to learn?”
“I’d love to!”
“Then Canada it is. Try to get some sleep. I’ll be back here at nine, which gives you seven hours of sleep.” Dre grinned broadly. Sammy groaned.
“I didn’t even realize it was that late. Being with you makes time fly.”