Page 3 of The Chosen One Universe: Volume One

Vaughn’s eyebrow twitched, some hidden meaning in the action Sam only wished he understood. “I’m sorry to hear that. We should look after our community better.”

Sam wasn’t sure what to say, but luckily the bartender chose that moment to come their way. Vaughn rattled off an order, his hand still a warm presence on Sam’s back. Sam wondered if he even realized he was doing it, wondered if he knew how much that brief moment of connection was helping to ground Sam’s thoughts and emotions after the incredibly shitty day he’d had. He sucked in a deep breath, letting the calm wash over him. Then Vaughn’s hand drifted a bit lower and an entirely different sensation flowed through Sam.

God, he was horny. He’d known he was giving up any semblance of a sex life when he moved back home. There wasn’t exactly a thriving LGBT community in their neck of the woods, and any like-minded individuals had more than likely left town anyway. He’d have to find a way to make a quick trip into the city before school started because there was no way he was going to make it another few months with nothing but his hand for company.

Vaughn’s thumb began stroking along Sam’s spine, soft even caresses that had Sam biting his lip to hold back a whimper of need. “Sammy?”

Sam grabbed his beer and chugged some back, hoping the cold brew would cool him down. It didn’t.

“Hey, yeah, so… good to see you.” He had to move. Had to get Vaughn’s hand off his back or he was going to do something that would embarrass them both. “I’m just going to, uh, go now.”

Luckily, he’d paid for his order already so he slipped off the bar stool and scooted away from Vaughn. He didn’t look back as he wove his way through the other patrons and outside. He took a deep breath of the crisp night air then blew it out.

“Sammy? You okay?”

Fuck. Vaughn had followed him out. Sam plastered on his everything is fine smile before turning to face the other man. The words died in his throat when he noticed Vaughn’s eyes drift south… and stay there. Sam’s reaction to him was very visible in the tight jeans he wore.

It was Vaughn’s turn to gulp as he lifted his gaze from Sam’s crotch to his eyes. Sam braced for revulsion, anger, disgust, or some other horrible reaction. Vaughn surprised him by stepping forward without breaking their stare. Sam couldn’t even blink. He was half convinced he was having a really hot dream.

“Sammy,” Vaughn said again, this time his voice a husky groan.

Sam shivered and his cock jumped in his pants. He automatically moved to adjust himself, but Vaughn caught his wrist in a tight grip. “Come with me.”

Vaughn spun and made his way to the back of the parking lot at a fast clip. Sam was practically running to keep up when they suddenly stopped beside a huge SUV. Vaughn turned Sam around and had him pressed against the side of the vehicle before he could blink. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Vaughn growled.

And then he kissed Sam like he’d never been kissed before.

Sure, Sam was desperate and lonely and maybe a little needy, but he’d never had anyone take command of him like Vaughn. No doubt, no hesitation. Vaughn demanded entrance into Sam’s mouth and he opened on a sigh for him. Vaughn’s tongue immediately dove in, tangling their tongues together as the scruff of Vaughn’s beard roughened his skin.

Sam whimpered and tugged Vaughn closer, thrusting his aching cock against Vaughn’s and nearly passing out when he found an answering hardness hidden beneath Vaughn’s jeans.

Vaughn growled and grabbed Sam’s hips, pushing them together and thrusting desperately against Sam. He tore his mouth away from Sam’s, searched Sam’s gaze for something he apparently saw, because in the next moment he’d dropped to his knees and was tearing open the front of Sam’s pants.

“Fuck,” Sam groaned and thumped his head back against what he hoped was Vaughn’s vehicle. “Is this real?”

Vaughn tugged Sam’s boxers down and freed his cock before wrapping his work-roughened hand around it. “I’m asking myself the same question.”

Then he sucked the tip of Sam’s dick into his mouth, and Sam lost all ability to think or reason. He might have forgotten how to breathe. He didn’t know what to do with his hands so he splayed them against the cool metal of the SUV. He bit his lip and dared to look down to watch as Vaughn opened his mouth wider and sucked him even deeper.

“Oh, God. Fuck, that feels so damn good. Oh, God.”

Vaughn made another rumbling sound that vibrated its way up from Sam’s cock to his throat. He choked back a cry of pleasure, finally finding a use for at least one of his hands. He stuffed it in his mouth to prevent himself from making any other noises that would draw attention to them. The last thing he needed was to be caught with his pants down in a parking lot. He was a teacher, for fuck’s sake. The thought sobered him long enough to get at least a little blood flow back to his brain.

“Vaughn, wait.”

Vaughn stopped and pulled his mouth off of Sam’s dick. He looked up, panting for breath and looking very eager to get back to the task at hand.

“I can’t do this standing in the parking lot. I could lose my job. I’m sorry.”

Vaughn scowled and pushed to his feet. “You only protesting because of that? Otherwise you want this? Because I want nothing more than to fuck you.”

Sam’s knees buckled and the only thing stopping him from falling was Vaughn’s quick hands grabbing his hips. “God, I want that. But I can’t do it in the parking lot.”

Vaughn considered for a moment then pulled open the passenger door. He fumbled in the glove box for a minute and emerged with a condom and a little pack of lube. Sam wanted to ask how often he did this, but cut himself short. He really didn’t want the answer.

“Get in the back,” Vaughn said.

“Wh— what?”