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If you had told Alex that his life would be flipped upside down on a usual, busy as ever day in May, he wouldn't have believed you.
He was in his late twenties, a young determined, witty lawyer in New York, a workaholic, always on the run, charming to everyone he met and with a dazzling smile but still single and a regular in his favorite coffee shop around the corner from work. Whenever he came in and the baristas spotted him, they already started to make his coffee without even asking what he wanted. You could say he was consistent and reliable. Or maybe he was just too predictable in this regard.
One day he was again in a hurry like always and rushed out the door with his cup full of hot coffee with sugar and a hint of cinnamon. He didn't do drugs and didn't smoke, but he might have had an itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny addiction regarding the brown beverage which probably was already running through his veins at this point. His job as a lawyer was demanding and coffee was his lifeblood to keep him going through long hours either at work or at home doing research for his cases.
With his mind already on the next topics of the day he noticed a man coming through the door too late, both of them crashing together with Alex's coffee splashing due to a not fully closed lid and covering his own - of course white - shirt with the hot liquid.
"What the fucking hell!? Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Mierda! Are you blind?!"
He knew he shouldn't swear like a sailor, but hey! If there ever were a championship in cursing, Alex would probably be the world champion without any problem. His shirt was indeed fucked up, but luckily he had another shirt to change into at work; however, the other guy didn't need to know that.
Alex was pissed, there was no question the man was at fault, after all you let people leave buildings first before you storm in. So he expected an apology, but when he looked up after inspecting his shirt he didn't get one. The taller guy just stared at him and opened his mouth like a fish on dry land gasping for air. Alex even tried to prompt him with raising his eyebrows expectantly, but there was nothing. Just a blank stare out of mesmerizing cerulean blue eyes, blond soft hair falling over his forehead, his face contured with a chiseling jawline.
"Rude!", he decided and finally tried to leave the shop after all, but the other guy stood in the way as solid as a rock, his triangular upper body resting on his long legs with impossible trained thighs not moving an inch. So he walked around him, throwing up his arms in frustration and hurried out.
Alex was still fuming when he changed out of his stained shirt, playing the scenario over and over in his head, nodding at himself being right that the other guy was a prick for not even apologizing. But the longer he imagined him, the more of his features came clearly back to his mind, he had to admit that the guy was possibly the hottest he had ever laid his eyes on. Not even his gaping mouth could change anything about it. Quite the contrary.
He so didn't imagine what it would look and feel like around his cock during his long shower session later at home. Not. At. All. And if he did, it was just his own business. It was just impossible to forget that walking statue of a greek god.
The second time they saw each other was at the very same coffee shop shortly after, but this time all drops of coffee stayed where they were supposed to be and they both just looked at each other wordlessly from a distance. Or so Alex would have argued but everybody else would have countered that they were clearly having eye sex.
When Alex walked into the coffee shop a week later he already sensed something was up. There was a tingling in his stomach and when he let his eye wander over the occupied seats he spotted the blond back of the head he was already kind of expecting. It's not like he had imagined this very head down in front of him, his own hands grabbing at the soft strands of hair. Nope, not at all. Somehow he felt like he was under a spell and was drawn to the guy as if a rope was attached to his chest to pull Alex towards him. There was just something about his aura Alex couldn't resist, so he walked over, leant down and whispered into the guy's ear.
"Are you stalking me, baby?"
The blond turned his head around, almost cracking his neck in the process, a gasp leaving his plump lips. Wide eyes looked at him, the Adams's apple bopping in his throat when he swallowed audibly.
"Um... No... um... But... would you... like... that?"
He had a fucking British accent! That info melted some of Alex's brain cells like the sun melted ice cream leaving only a puddle behind.
"If you wanted to see me again, you could have asked."
"If I asked, would your answer be yes?"
Alex lowered his voice, his lips almost brushing against the auricle.
"I think you know."
With that he straightened up again and turned around to leave. His fingertips ran over the other's arm until he was too far away for contact. Alex headed for the men's room, looking back with an enticing smile on his face before turning around the corner. He so hoped that he hadn't misread the situation and had played his cards right, but judging by the tongue which licked over the guy’s lower lip, he couldn’t be that far off the mark.
Indeed the door opened and the coffee wrecker entered, rushed over to Alex, grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him into one of the stalls, locking the door behind them. A smug grin spread over Alex's face when he found himself being shoved against the wall with the other pressing against him with his whole body.
They locked eyes shortly before their mouths clashed together hungrily, more teeth being involved than necessary. Soon the blond grabbed into his curls, eliciting an approving moan from Alex, before he stretched Alex's neck to run his wet tongue along it, leaving a trail of hot lava behind which went, along with the husky voice, right to his cock.
"Gosh, you smell and taste like a sin I want to commit."
Groaning and panting Alex tried to get much needed friction against his already hard cock, but the man pulled away and sank onto his knees in front of him instead, reaching for his belt. This was almost like in his fantasies, but then he could never put a name to the face. He had tried some like Brandon, Justin, Michael or Kyle but they never felt right.
"What's your name?"
"Does it matter?"
"Well, I'd prefer moaning the correct name when I'll come."
A whimper echoed through the stall before the guy collected himself enough to answer Alex's question.
"Hen... Henry."
"I'm Alex. Just in case you wanna make use of it as well."
"You're a menace."
Henry didn't lose any more time and hurried to free Alex's hard cock from its confines, looking in awe at the drooling tip before he accepted the condom Alex had pulled from his pocket before his pants had dropped. Alex might have carried it around after their second time running into each other in hope of using it in a timely manner and though he had never been a boy scout he liked to come prepared. Stress was on 'come' right now though and judging from how pent up he already was, it wasn't a question of if but when.
His deity ripped the wrapper open with his teeth and took the condom between his lips carefully. Oh! Gosh! Was he...? He was! Henry held the base of Alex's cock and put the condom on by sinking onto it with one smooth move which made Alex almost faint from just the sight of the lush lips stretching around his length, taking him in inch by inch. Not even once did Henry need to adjust himself, he just swallowed him almost whole like a starving man inhaling food he was deprived from too long.
His parents' divorce, his awful colleague Hunter, his sister catching him in the act once... Alex desperately needed a distraction or otherwise this would have ended embarrassingly early like back then when he had been a horny teenager and his sock had been filled with his cum after just a few strokes when he had jerked off to not so innocent thoughts.
But it was more difficult than he had imagined, this blowjob was by far the best he ever had – no matter if a guy or girl had given it. Though he hadn't been in a relationship for quite a while and wasn't constantly out and about to get laid, he had his fair share of experience. Henry was certainly a master of his craft, sucking him like there was no tomorrow, using his tongue at all the right places with exactly the kind of pressure he was yearning for.
Alex could fight back his orgasm for a bit, but in the end he had to surrender faster than he had wished for. It totally didn't help that Henry had collected dripping down saliva with his fingers and sneaked one of them inside his hole to rub against his prostate. It was too much, Alex threw his head back, hitting the wall behind him but he couldn't care less about it. The bump on his head would only remind him vividly of this encounter for the next couple of days. Not that he thought he could ever forget it at all. His toes curled up in his shoes, his legs threatened to slacken and for the lack of knowing what to do with his hands otherwise, he grabbed for Henry's head to steady himself.
At least he still managed to hint at Henry that he was about to come. Instead of pulling off, he dove down even further, taking him in almost to the hilt and swallowed around him. Unintentionally Alex's muscles jerked and he pushed in impossibly deeper into Henry's throat when spurts of cum filled the sheath like the grand finale of a fireworks show. Henry's throaty moan vibrated around him when his name tumbled over Alex's lips like promised and was followed by a breathless, quiet laugh when he let go of his cock. Henry's name felt so familiar, so fulfilling how it rolled over Alex's tongue, almost like a prayer he sent heavenward.
"Oh God! And you call me a menace. You're the devil! No offense, but are you a pro?"
Henry's hair was a mess thanks to Alex (sue him!) when he looked up with glassy blue eyes and shrugged shyly despite what he had just done. Gosh, how could someone who seemed to be quite shy and reserved at first sight turn into a sex god so quickly?
"I guess you could say I live for a good sucking."
"Fuck! Come here, baby."
Henry stood up with shaking legs and let himself be pulled in for a kiss. His lips were puffed and wet from his earlier effort and therefore the kiss was a bit sloppy, but they were a perfect, smooth fit for Alex's ones. Obviously he didn't just know what to do with his mouth around his cock, he was the perfect kisser as well and Alex might have just found his new addiction and his future husband. He chastised himself for this obviously ridiculous thought, his hormones celebrated a party, getting him drunk and clouding his otherwise totally rational brain.
In his post-orgasmic haze Alex realized that Henry still had to be hard and wanted to return the favor. Still with their tongues entangled, he reached down and opened Henry's button and zipper of his pants skillfully. Henry pulled away when he noticed what he was aiming for.
"You don't need to..."
"But I want to..."
Alex reached inside Henry's boxers and stopped dead in his tracks in disbelief when he found his cock barely half-hard anymore but slick and sticky with cum.
"Like I said... You don't need to... anymore..."
"You got off from just giving me a blowjob?"
Henry had to look away and cleared his throat before he kind of stammered.
"Well... I really... enjoyed it and when you... moaned my name..."
Alex chuckled and was happy that he wasn't the only one who came basically in record time.
"I hope next time we'll both last longer."
"Next time? Can I take it as a yes if I asked you whether you like to see me again?"
"Absolutely!"
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And so they did. They exchanged their phone numbers and started off with casual hook-ups, or so they told each other. Deep down they both knew for themselves that it wasn't casual at all, but they didn't dare to say it out loud. They both couldn't imagine that the other would be interested in something serious, that they were enough or not too much for the other. After an emotional rollercoaster ride, they were finally able to admit they were in love with each other and became inseparable.
Alex introduced Henry to his sister June and her partner Nora who was also his ex but was now his best friend (It wasn't as fucked up as it sounded or maybe it was. Who was he to decide...?), he met Henry's extravagant best friend Pez and they all got along very well right from the start. There was a good amount of banter and teasing between them, but all knew that it came from a good place.
They all met up once in a while and often it was Nora who came up with a new unhinged game, mostly accompanied by quite a lot of shots of vodka. That's why they found themselves on the floor in Henry's brownstone one evening, all of them already pretty tipsy and in a good mood, pizza boxes scattered around them. Suddenly the question how everyone wanted to die was in the air. Pez jumped right in and wanted to have a spectacular exit, after all he lived his life that way, so his death couldn't be any less. Alex preferred dying during amazing sex which earned him a pillow in his face thrown by June. He threw it right back when June and Nora rambled something disgustingly romantic of dying together in each other's arms.
Henry was the only one who kept quiet and needed encouragement. He seemed to be withdrawn into himself, staring at something nobody else could see.
"I'd like to die peacefully in my sleep as an old man."
Back then Alex didn't understand his change in mood which kind of broke up the evening soon after and everyone else left. But a couple of weeks later the puzzle pieces came together.
Henry was over in Alex's apartment because they had planned on spending a cozy evening with a movie marathon. Since Henry couldn't cook for the life of him, Alex prepared a recipe his abuela taught him. When he was cutting some onions it happened. He slipped off with the big cooking knife and cut deep into his left pointer.
"FUCK!"
For a second he just stared at the blood beginning to run out of the cut and before he could even react properly, Henry was already by his side.
"I got you."
Of course Alex thought that Henry would get a band-aid, but instead he took Alex's hand, licked the blood off and sucked the pointer into his mouth. Alex just stared at him unbelievingly but let it just happen when Henry started moaning around his finger as if he was close to getting off from sucking his cock.
"Hen...?"
But he was way too gone to register Alex's voice or react to it.
"Henry?"
Only when Alex also touched his cheek Henry slowly came to, his brain obviously still processing what had just happened. When their eyes met and Henry realized the bewildered expression on Alex's face, he let go of his finger and looked horrified himself, eyes as big as saucers. Magically the bleeding had stopped and even the cut was hardly visible anymore.
"Hen, is there anything you'd like to tell me?"
"Oh my God! I'm soooo sorry! I shouldn't have..."
"… craved my blood?"
Henry nodded shyly and wasn't able to hold any eye contact. Alex's hyperactive brain instantly went through the last months they'd been together and finally put one and one together. Why hadn't he realized it earlier? Maybe because sometimes his middle name wasn't Gabriel but "oblivious". He knew he was a smart guy, his grades back in school or university and his career so far proved it, but at times the most obvious facts flew right over his head for the longest time.
Like back then when it took way too long for him to realize he was bi, though he had made out as well as given and received handjobs with Liam, his best friend since childhood, and he enjoyed it. But he thought it was just normal curious explorations best friends did with one another. Only years later he had his bisexual awakening and regretted that he had been so dumb in that regard. Once again he regretted that he wasn't able to read the signs before. Maybe the missing heartbeat when he had lain on Henry's chest should have given him a hint...
"Is that the reason why your skin is always kind of cool? Is that the reason why you never give me any hickeys because they aren't enough if you can't get the real thing? Is that the reason why your mood changed when we talked about the way we wanted to die? Because you exactly knew that you'll never get old or die naturally because you're already... undead... and a … vampire?"
A brief flinch flashed over Henry's face before a sad smile formed around his lips.
"You're good with lists, Alex. You're right. I am indeed a vampire."
It was no surprise to Alex that vampires existed at all, he knew very well that there were many among the population, but he had never spared a thought about the possibility to already be in a relationship with one.
Alex opened his mouth to say something but before any sound could leave it, Henry interrupted him. He looked and sounded like a beaten dog, his eyes shiny from tears.
"I know... my behavior was appalling. I'm tremendously sorry that I lied to you..." He sighed deeply. "I better leave now. The time with you was great, Alex. Thank you for the best months I've had... in a very long time."
"Wait!"
Alex grabbed Henry's arm who already had turned and wanted to head towards the door. He put both of his hands on either side of Henry's face to force him to look at him again.
"Shut up, okay? I don't want you to leave, I don't want you to leave me. I admit I didn't expect the evening to turn out like this, but I can handle the new information. I understand why you didn't say anything. Or do you want to leave because your feelings for me were a lie?"
"For heaven's sake! No! My feelings for you never were a lie!"
"Good. Mine either. Vampire or not, I don't care. It would have just been nice if you had told me yourself. Have I ever done anything that made you doubt you could trust me with this?"
"No, you didn't. But even if nowadays times are different and the existence of vampires finds more acceptance, I've learned my whole 'life' that I needed to hide my true self in order to be accepted. I can barely let go of that concept." He sighed. "You're so nonchalant about it... Aren't you afraid of me or what I could do? Not even a bit?"
"Why would I? If you wanted to hurt or even kill me, you already would have had enough chances to do so."
To emphasize his words, he closed the space between them and kissed Henry lovingly on his slightly quivering lips before he pulled Henry in for a tight embrace, cradling his head where his neck met his shoulder, hoping to show his trust in him by exposing his most vulnerable body part. Timidly Henry also wrapped his arms around Alex.
"I'd never kill you, Alex."
"I know, baby. Please stay tonight. I have... questions."
"I can imagine."