The Nearness Of You

[Existentially Odd]

"Delicious," Samuel grinned, when asked what his meal was like. When he was thanked for letting Dreki talk, he started to say that it was no problem but his mouth closed as Dreki continued. And continued. Samuel's eyes widened somewhat and then he carefully schooled his features into something more polite.

It was incredibly awkward.

On the one hand, he was very grateful that Dreki felt comfortable talking to him and that his listening and feeling bad for the mortal brought him some form of comfort. The gods knew that the poor bastard deserved that at the very least. But on the other... he was mortal. Even though he'd become something extra with the processes he'd been through to splice his DNA, he still wasn't a vampire.

After a little extra thought - during which he silently watched Dreki eat his dinner - Samuel had composed a response. He shuffled his chair slightly around the table until he was comfortably able to place a hand on Dreki's thigh.

"I want to thank you for trusting me with all the complicated details of your life. You talking about it isn't going to chase me away - I don't scare that easily. You can take as much time as you like to talk about it and only share what makes you comfortable. I think you're really brave for doing it, so it's easy to be patient with you. It's your concern, not mine. I'm just sorry I can't help."

Samuel frowned, hesitant to continue because he had a feeling that even broaching his misgivings - although necessary - was going to ruin an exultant evening. Better now than leading Dreki on, though.

"As for the rest... are you saying that you think of us as something more than just casual? I mean, when you say 'dating' and 'feeling in lots of ways that are new to you'... well, um, I feel that that's maybe more serious than I was thinking we were. I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you. I'm not saying your emotional baggage is too much; I'm just saying that I have a lot of fun with you, but... that's all it is, to me. Fun. I hope... I haven't ruined the evening?"

Samuel watched Dreki trepidatiously.

[Maxpphire]

He shook his head and smiled at Sam. It isn't quite what he meant but maybe the wrong words were chosen. He didn't exactly had a true friend before. But with the handholding and and the teasing, he wasn't quite sure what to make of that either as he wasn't quite familiar with the term friends with benefits but even then that felt a bit more to him however given what Sam just said he'd probably keep that to himself for now. It was quite a foreign concept to him. Either way he put his hand on top of Sam's on his lap.

"You haven't ruined anything. I've mostly never really had a friend before, as a child in school I was ostracized for being blind, then in the facility I was really only allowed to interact with Emma or Dr. Hofflan. At my jobs I don't talk about my personal life at all and tend to just be polite acquaintances with my coworkers. Although the sex, the handholding, the teasing, the compliments, and what have you makes it feel like something more than just a traditional friend in a sense, but not exactly quite as traditional lovers. It's hard for me to describe beyond that because I've never quite felt that way. Really I don't want to lose contact with you and this is all new to me and confusing. Other than taking people home for hookups, this type of comfort with someone isn't something I've felt before. Maybe I don't have the right words for it yet. If not a date date, then a friend date? Do those exist? After all we're celebrating you getting a newfound job, aren't we?" He kind of rambled truthfully, but wasn't fully sure of his feelings either. He knew that since he never has had a proper experience, his views on such things are skewed due to being emotionally locked away for so long but now he understood that if he does fall for the vampire, which might happen incredibly easily given that he was as emotionally locked away as he had been, to maybe not let it be known, unless Sam had a change of heart and came out with it first. He leaned in close and smirked a sly smirk.

"All that being said, I'm still up for having fun later if you are. While I'm closed for one night stands, I think having a second encounter with a friend doesn't quite count as that anymore. Hopefully I haven't ruined that idea with my miswording what I meant." He said remembering that he even told Sam he wanted something beyond a one night stand the first night they met and remembered that Sam earlier tonight having said that he wanted to pull Dreki around by his hair thus to Dreki it hinted that Sam would probably be up for sex later, but now was concerned he may have ruined that. In a way he used sex to get some semblance of control over his life as it was something that the facility had no say in. It allowed him these tastes in freedom that he was so desperately chasing for, but lately he hasn't felt free by doing one night stands anymore. He wondered if continuing their fun would continue to allow him to feel free, even for a moment.

[Existentially Odd]

Samuel's shoulders dropped as relief washed through him, tension leaving his body as Dreki's words registered. He wasn't sure what their relationship was - neither was Sam - but he also wasn't mad that Sam didn't see them as anything formal. It was a wonderful outcome and he really enjoyed the idea that they were building a friendship that could bring both of them needed comfort, with the added potential of sexual release.

It reminded him eerily of his arrangement with Vomas; the'd begun with a deal for secret, stress-relieving sex but it had developed into a real relationship when Vomas realised there was no need for secrecy and that he'd become far more attached to Samuel than he'd anticipated. Once Vomas had instigated that aspect, Samuel's emotions had swiftly followed.

In this case, Dreki was playing the role he'd played. Samuel couldn't see this relationship working out in Dreki's favour as it had for him, though he'd been honest about it. He felt a surge of affection for Dreki (contrarily) simply because the mortal had been so accommodating and honest in return. Things were so much simpler when they could be open with each other.

"Thank you," Sam said quietly, leaning closer so that his face was hovering just over Dreki's ear. As he closed in, his hand deliberately rode up Dreki's thigh, two of his fingers meaningfully stroking the bulge his hand was nudging, while he bit the mortal's earlobe and flicked his tongue around the shell of his ear. He waited for Dreki to react before he continued speaking.

"Yes, we're celebrating me getting work but now I think we're also celebrating us being friends and all the... delicious things that that arrangement will entail," he murmured, his fingers brushing sideways again. "I like very much that we can provide good things for each other, that we can rely on each other for support, comfort... pleasure." Sam reached over and picked up his glass of blood, raising it. "Here's to all of the benefits, none of the drawbacks," he smirked before he drank deeply.

[Maxpphire]

He felt Sam move in closer. The quiet words hit his ear with the physical air to come out of Sam's mouth caused the small peachfuzz on the back of his neck to stand up. Sam having started to play with his ear was a but if a tease for him because he wanted Sam to move down to his neck, but at the same time, didn't given how they were in a very much public place. Feeling fingers rub over his dick through his pants was starting to get him aroused. He closed his eyes as he sighed in pleasure, trying to make the most descreate noises possible.

He listened to Sam, he liked the idea of having support, comfort, and pleasure app wrapped into one deal with them, although Sam was driving the pleasure point home as he spoke. He smirked himself as he gently but firmly grabbed Sam's wrist and moved his hand away. He didn't want to walk across and out of the restaurant with a boner as he was wearing dress pants, and they don't hide boners very well if at all. In a way he didn't want it to stop. He looked down on his plate and realised that his food was already pretty much done as he ate quickly, but not so much that he'd hurt  himself. He looked back over at Sam.

"I think it's about time we ask for the check then." He smirked back then lowering his voice to speak more privately. "Hope you're a decent driver, not sure I'll be able to keep myself off of you while on the way to one of our places." He had a light hearted tone that could be taken as him joking or him being serious, depending on how receptive to the idea Sam was would depend on whether or not he'd actually make a move when that time comes. Also when the waiter heard him say they should ask for it, the check pamphlet was left on the table. Dreki noticed and gave Sam a quick kiss on the cheek as he pulled away to remove his wallet. He pulled out a card and stuck it in the top thing without even looking at the receipt and turned back towards Sam as the waiter picked it up.

"Of course finish you meal first. No hurry. I can wait that long at least." He joked for certain this time knowing that the restaurant wouldn't kick them out and let them leave on their own. When the waiter came back he stuck his card back into his wallet.

"When you have a moment can you tell me how much it was and where the tip and signature lines are? I want to make sure I leave a good tip." He asked happy that the waiter let them be alone and enjoy their meals together without much interruption. He planned on leaving at least 50% tip if not more depending on the price of their meals.

[Existentially Odd]

Samuel sniggered when his hand was moved away from Dreki's thigh (cock) and he smirked. For some reason, every time the mortal was forthright, it impressed him anew. Probably because he was usually so demure, with the added appearance of helplessness due to his vision impairment. Helpless Dreki was not, however, and every time Sam witnessed it, he just found it hotter. The eagerness he displayed in wrapping up the eating portion of their evening was equally as astonishing.

"You don't want dessert?" he teased but the bill was being delivered faster than a fledgeling vampire drank, which only made him chuckle. Samuel swiped a hand through his hair as he was asked about his driving, his lips twisting with calculation as the two halves of his hair fanned over his forehead, towards his eyes. He saw the challenge Dreki was laying down and felt he was more than up to the task of resistance (even though the thrill of the unknown sent a shot of lust straight to his groin). "I am a flawless driver," he boasted, taking a haughty sip from his glass. He was pleasantly surprised to find it was the last in the glass. "I'm sure you won't be able to distract me."

When Dreki said that he'd be able to wait for Sam to finish drinking, he laughed appreciatively, enjoying the mortal's humour immensely. He watched the blonde thoughtfully, looking at him in the beautiful surrounds of the restaurant and feeling slightly guilty that he hadn't made a bigger deal of everything. It felt like they'd come in, ordered a meal, had a heavy conversation and were leaving without savouring any of it. He was glad he hadn't said anything - not to mention mildly embarrassed - when he realised that a lot of Echelon's appeal lay in the view. Something his blind companion didn't give two whits about.

"Of course," he agreed to help Dreki out with the bill, leaning forward to look at it. "The total cost was sixty-two dollars and thirty-five cents - your salmon was just over forty and my blood just under twenty - and, if I may be so bold, the tip line's here and the signature line's here," he said, lifting Dreki's hand and directing it to the appropriate spots. "Where my fingers are." He leant around, his first two fingers remaining at the starting points of both the lines to further guide Dreki's writing. After a brief hesitation, he even went so far as to place the pen in the mortal's hand to assist him.

He'd happily have paid but also wasn't going to insult his date by treating him as incapable.

[Maxpphire]

"You'll be my dessert tonight if I may be so bold" He smirked "Hopefully I can be yours as well." He also offered of course leaving the meaning of what he meant up to Sam, but implying that he'd be up to being fed from later if Sam wanted it. Of course he in general meant dessert in whatever ways physically they would bring eachother pleasure. "Although if your driving is as Flawless as you say, I might just have a taste in the car if you don't mind." He teased figuring that once they are alone, the physical teasing could begin. He did have a half chub just thinking about it but stealthily hid it away when putting his wallet back in his pocket by tucking it into his underwear's waistband.

He understood that Echelon was a fancier restaurant, he could tell from the atmosphere that it was a nice place and hoped that Sam enjoyed it given that it was Sam's choice. He for sure enjoyed the food and the company, but that's all he needed to enjoy really. He was thankful to have Sam point out the information he needed and went to grab for the pen from Sam's hand.

"3D objects I'm fine with. It's the 2D ones I have issues with." He reminded with a light-hearted tone and smile as he wrote down a $63 tip and signed. It was a little crooked compared to the lines but it was pretty close. He didn't feel where Sam's fingers were but saw the outlines of them just fine. His signature was as bad as a doctor's. You could make out a capital D and A for his initials but the rest of the name just looked like a scribble after each of them. He closed the receipt in the book and left it flat on the table for the waiter to grab at some point. He had offered to pay and had no issue with it given that he has a steady income, and Sam's had yet to start getting paychecks. Dreki also believed in tipping well in general. He put the pen on top of the waiters booklet then looked back over to Sam.

"If it helps you remember easier I can see the outlines of 3D objects, but they have no shading or highlighting. So there are times I might reach for something and miss but I've learned to have some semblance of a depth perception by now. It's been roughly 10 years since I've gained that much. But I do appreciate the thoughtfulness behind the actions, it warms my heart to know that you're thinking of me in such ways as no one has ever done so before. Well, Emma kind of does in what limited ways she can. She likes it when I color with her, but color isn't something I can really grasp beyond being told what color is what. So she hands me a crayon or marker in whatever color she thinks will look good and will show me the outline. I probably go outside if the lines a lot but she seems to like whatever we color with eachother." He said now sharing a more happy and uplifting part of his life. He wanted Sam to know it wasn't just pain and sorrow that followed him, but that he had stories that we're amusing, adorable, and overall happy too.

"You ready to go? Or do you need to wait a little first?" He asked wondering if Sam was even remotely physically excited at all. After all, promises of 'dessert in the car' were a thing and he didn't want Sam to feel embarrassment if walking out with a larger bulge than what they walked in with.

[Existentially Odd]

Samuel paid attention to the story about Dreki's vision and his colouring-in forays with his foster sister. He was just wondering if his actions had caused insult when he was reassured that his efforts were appreciated.

When the final question came, Sam quirked an eyebrow, preoccupied with thoughts of Dreki's overly-generous tipping and observing the bill's completion. It took him a moment to switch gears and figure out what the mortal was insinuating. He laughed as he stood and held out a hand towards Dreki.

"I'm fine," he smirked, eyeing his companion's groin critically. "Perhaps it's you that needs a little extra time, hmm?" Regardless, he grabbed Dreki's hand and pulled him to his feet, positioning the mortal's hands on his waist from behind. "How about we conga out of here and I block you, then?" he joked, taking a few steps around the table, heading for the door in the awkward arrangement before he gave up and brought Dreki into step beside him, wrapping an arm about his waist to escort him out.

While they waited for the lift to come, he leant over to nuzzle the side of Dreki's face and ear. Once they were inside the little box, he planned to request the ground floor, rest against the back wall and pull Dreki tightly against his front so that he could kiss him on the ride down - unless he was dodged.

[Maxpphire]

He chuckled as he was helped up as a conga at first. When he stood up it wasn't noticable thanks to him having hid it in his underwear waistband earlier, despite being a little noticable when sitting down. He put an arm around Sam's back as he was walked next to Sam. When Sam nuzzled his face, he leaned into it affectionately, almost wishing he'd mine down to his neck.

"It's been a while for me ok?" He spoke light-heartedly as they got onto the elevator. "Apparently that makes me easier to physically get going." He joked knowing that was indeed the case as Sam pulled him in front of him and started to kiss. Dreki of course kissed back passionately. He missed this. Not just with Sam but, in general. He missed having a physical connection with someone else to the point where he very much craved it. He didn't like one night stands anymore, but abstaining from this was difficult be in it's own right. He thought about how he should probably contact Sam to actually physically hang out and do this more often. Not necessarily go out and do something first, but to hang out, fuck, and otherwise enjoy each other. Hell, if it wasn't in public and he was a little more prepared he would be more than willing to have just fucked in the elevator.

When the elevator reached to the bottom, he walked out with Sam holding his hand thinking about just how he'd tease Sam. "So, your place or mine?" He asked not minding either way. His boner now actually slightly noticable from his pants. He had a half chub when they left the restaurant, but it grew to be rock hard during and after the kiss in the elevator and his underwear band could only hide so much.

[Existentially Odd]

Samuel tried to restrain himself on the ride down - out of respect for the elevator operator - but Dreki's response made it extremely difficult. The feel of him pressed close, his hard rod nudging against his while their tongues swiped long, slow circles around one another only encouraged Samuel. Everything came alive with a throb and a tingle. His hands snuck around to cup Dreki's ass, squeezing his cheeks and forcing his groin even closer while their heads bobbed and weaved through ever-deepening kisses.

When the elevator stopped, Samuel broke away from Dreki reluctantly, dazed by the heady response he'd got. The operator was studiously ignoring them, which made him grin. Their states of heightened arousal were obvious to anyone that looked but they were soon out of the building and ensconced in darkness, headed for his car - at a much swifter pace than the one in which they'd walked to the restaurant. "I don't mind. Probably your place. I figure it's easier because you know where everything is. My place is just a hotel room and... not all that tidy," he admitted. "You'll head for the bathroom and trip on a pile of books," he chuckled. "Safer if we go to yours?"

When they reached the car, Sam didn't immediately unlock it; instead, he pinned Dreki against the door, sneaking a hand between them to stroke Dreki's cock through his pants while he kissed him some more. "It's only been you for me, too, so I guess it's been the same while. We get each other going pretty well, it seems. And you know I like how easy you are, my prince," he murmured in between nipping kisses. His lips trailed along the blonde's jaw to his neck, where he licked and scraped his fangs with deliberate stealth. Cars drove by and another couple passed behind them - a woman's voice disgustedly advised they get a room - but Samuel didn't care. He was enamoured with Dreki's racing heart, his thundering pulse and his rigid body.

[Maxpphire]

"My place is fine then" He said with a smile having hurried to the car with Sam, when he went for the door he felt himself get pinned with his back against the car. He welcomed it as Sam began to kiss him and stroke him through his pants. He kissed back, pulling Sam as close to him has he could, not paying attention to the world around him. When Sam moved down to his neck, he did his best to stifle any moans of pleasure. He was so hard and aroused it was almost painful. When he felt the teeth drag across his neck, a good shiver ran up his spine, he wanted Sam to bite down but pushed him away a bit after feeling Sam's teeth.

"Wait until we get to my place and get into it will you?" He asked with a coy smile as his hand moved down to light touch Sam's dick though his pants. Dragging his finger up over and over again as he spoke to tease Sam. "I don't want to finish before we've even had a chance to start. What kind of prince can I be if I can't please my royal subjects" He explained playing off of Sam's words knowing full well that if he was fed from now, he'd cum in his pants. He wanted to have a little bit more fun first. He stopped touching Sam's cock and pulled Sam in close, and lightly nibbled on Sam's earlobe. He enjoyed this so much that again if it wasn't in public he'd just take Sam right then and there.

"Why don't you drive us home, while I drive you crazy?" He whispered to Sam, while still physically close. He already was wanting to either fuck or be fucked and wanted Sam to beg for it on the way back to his place. He already had some ideas on how to sensually tease during the trip. A good thing about him being blind is that he was good at understanding just how the other senses worked very well, and how to use those senses to produce pleasure or even pain. He enjoyed the ease of which they could get each other hard and off, and how the foreplay was fun and effortless. He was excited for when they would get to his place and take eachother in earnest, and was going to make sure that Sam would be too.

[Existentially Odd]

With a growl of reluctance, Samuel pulled away from Dreki, releasing him by degrees and squinting at him as the cold air seemed to rush into the space between them, highlighting the absence of the mortal's heat.

"Yeah, okay," he muttered obstinately, feeling as pouty as he sounded. He was exponentially excited and concerned by the challenge he'd thrown down earlier. He wasn't sure he could be a flawless driver if Dreki decided to use his mouth on him; not if his reaction to him nibbling on his ear was any indication. That shit had been damn near lethal.

He unlocked the car as he headed around to the driver's side, leaving Dreki to fend for himself. His prince of pleasure he might be, but any advantage in cooling off and regaining his sanity Sam could get, he'd take. He undid his suit coat as he went and tossed it onto the back seat as he got into the car first, getting his belt on and starting the car.

"Make sure you buckle up," he advised as Dreki got into the passenger seat beside him. "Safety first!" he called cheerfully. Hopefully, if the mortal was tied into his seat, he could cause less trouble when Sam started driving.

[Maxpphire]

He noticed the pout Sam did as he pulled away almost harshly but also made note of the reaction he got when he nibbled on the ear before speaking. When he got into the car he instantly buckled up, he didn't exactly have to be told to as it was a second nature thing to him. He did hear a twinge of concern in Sam's voice and he wasn't sure if he should continue or not. He didn't want to hurt Sam and force him into something he didn't want. In a way he was worried that when he pulled away and told Sam that he'd finish if he was fed on right there had somehow insulted him or ruined the mood.

"Awww what's wrong? Did the little slut ruin is own good time?" Hofflan had mentally asked Dreki. In fact Dreki had been enjoying himself with Sam so much to the point where he didn't even notice when Hofflan appeared back in. He closed his eyes and shook his head in a way trying to ignore Hofflan being there.

"Are you ok with continuing?" Dreki asked Sam looking at him, basically asking for permission. The way Sam had pulled away to get in the car and had sounded when Dreki told him to wait on feeding made Dreki concerned that he was pushing things with Sam in not a good way. He was a little sensitive emotionally in regards to the possibility of ruining things. He didn't want to touch Sam until he got the ok to continue.

[Existentially Odd]

Samuel chuckled good-naturedly, reaching across to place a hand on Dreki's thigh. High up on his thigh.

"Apart from being a little nervous that I mayyyy not be nearly as good at ignoring your fucking sexy body as I thought I'd be, I am so ready for you to do anything you want to, to me. Just remember that part where you said you didn't want to finish before we even started - that goes for me, too!" he laughed, doing his best to keep his eyes on the road and his level of anticipation under control.

[Maxpphire]

His dick had twitched with anticipation of having been touched when Sam moved his hand there. At this point he wanted to have been home a while ago, he wanted to physically intertwine with Sam and he could hardly wait for it. He nodded and smiled as he reached over, and unzipped Sam's pants. He stuck his hand inside and pulled out Sam's dick. He started stroking it very lightly, and not touching the head.

"Understood." He spoke with sly smile and a coy tone. "If it becomes too much for you to handle, just let me know. If words are somehow failing you just physically pull me away." He put the chest strap of his seatbelt behind him and leaned over. While lightly stroking Sam with his finger tips he made sure his breath  was felt upon it. He wanted to tease and not really allow Sam to finish. After a little bit of time had passed of just that, he started to use the tip of his tongue and licked up the shaft, flicking his tongue once it reached to the bottom of the head and doing that on one side while he still lightly touched the other side of the shaft with his fingertips. It touches were light and slow, but sensual and not aimed at the most sensitive part at all. He was doing what he could the pleasure and tease and make it more about the experience of it and not about finishing.

[Existentially Odd]

Samuel chuckled as Dreki told him to pull him away if words failed him but his amusement was cut off with a quick gasp as his cock was stroked and warmed. "That's nice," he drawled, his Southern accent becoming more prominent as he relaxed into Dreki's ministrations.

He slowed and then stopped at a red light, looking down appreciatively at the back of the blond head bobbing over his lap. The tail of hair caught his eye again and he curled a hand around it, twirling his fingers through it and enjoying the feeling of power being serviced by a mortal as he drove gave him.

An obnoxious beep from behind told him that the light had changed to green and his foot jumped over to the accelerator, his distraction fading as he concentrated on driving once more. Thank the good lord for automatic transmissions; he had one hand on the wheel and left the other resting lightly on Dreki's ponytail. The rush of curling his hand around it but allowing the mortal's head free rein was intoxicating.

Samuel sucked in a sharp hiss of breath as Dreki's tongue started flirting with the head of his cock, the delicious, wet warmth of it moving up and down his length. It yanked a surge of lust out of him, causing his hips to buck forward wantonly. "Jesus, you're fucking good at that," he slurred, "you make me want to ram my cock down your throat. So hard."

He was pretty sure Dreki was open to some dirty talk - talking had been what brought them together in the first place, after all - but he held back on most of the filthy things he wanted to whisper as he was teased towards breaking point. His head was slick with precum and throbbing with neglect and, although he admired the blind man's expertise, he couldn't help but wish for those hot, soft lips to close around it and suck.

Sam drove faster, really hoping he was remembering his way back to Drake's apartment accurately. A delay at this stage was likely to kill him.

(Continued in Dessert)