Shaun & Ian

Chapter One

"Is this your first time with a man?" He asked, trying to catch the shorter man's eye as he pulled away from their embrace. The signals he'd picked up on were so mixed that he couldn't, in good conscience, let things progress any further without getting some answers first. "Or is this the first time that you've acted on such an attraction? While sober, I mean." He added when he saw the pondering frown settling on the other's face. When the other nodded, almost reluctantly at that, he smiled in kind; lowering his hands to rest at the small of the others back. "You said that you work at a department store, but I can tell it's only your day job. What do you really do?" He began then, hoping that the change in topic would help the other relax a little.
"Me and a couple of mates are in a band." He started carefully, a bit wary at the sudden topic change. "We've only played a few small gigs so far, but they've all been incredibly fun experiences." He added then, with a slight shrug that belied the proudness just underlying the simple words.
"How many are you? In the band, I mean." The first man inquired then, with a highly interested look on his face. He liked the way the shorter man's face seemed to light up as he spoke of this particular subject and he wanted to hear more.
"Nick, Mike, Sarah and me; so four. Nick's the singer, but he also plays the keys while Sarah, his cousin, plays the drums. Mike's the guitarist and I'm the bassist. All three of us do the odd bit of backup singing, but Sarah and Mike also do the occasional duet with Nick."
"Which hand do you use to play the bass? ...What?" The last was added after the taller man spotted the pleasantly surprised smile that settled on the shorter man's face, which in turn made the taller one frown a little. "Did I ask something weird?"
"Just surprised over the question." The blonde began, pausing to wet his lips briefly before adding. "Most just assume that I'm a righty, unless they've seen me play because then they think I'm a leftie."
"Oh? So which one is it then, Shaun?"
"I'm both, so I do some things with my left and other with my right." He shrugged again before he gave the other this almost cheeky little smile. "What about you, Ian?"
"Not nearly as exotic as you, but you're welcome to guess." Ian retorted as he snuck his right hand in underneath the other's t-shirt, lightly trailing his fingers across the warm skin above those not very flattering trousers. Shaun drew in a quick little breath then, like a hushed gasp, and was leaning into the touch almost before he was aware of it himself. "Are you usually this responsive or is this all my doing?" Ian began as he subtly changed the way his fingers travelled over the pale skin. The words had barely left his mouth when he realized what he'd said, but he hoped that Shaun wouldn't take them the wrong way. To his utter relief, Shaun's only response was this almost wicked little chuckle.
"If I say it's the latter, will you shut up and kiss me again?" The Scotsman asked as he studied the American intently. "Your wish is my command." Ian replied, his voice taking on his husky quality as he leaned in to do just that.