You know that weird feeling when you accidentally touch someone's hand -- especially when it turns out to be a good looking someone?

There I was, walking down the canned fruit aisle, idly wondering if it's possible to deep fry those little frozen bagel pizzas. I reached up to grab a jar of peaches, my attention caught momentarily by a woman arguing with her six-year old. But what my fingers closed around wasn't cold glass; it was much more soft and warm.

Surprise.

I blinked, turning to look at my hand and whatever it was holding. Fingers twitched a bit under mine and I slowly pulled my hand back. The other hand moved back as well.

Embarrassment.

We looked at each other at the same time. A bit of an apologetic smile curled on his lips, blue eyes flashing at me between over-hanging strands of chocolate hair. Yeah, right off the bat I thought this guy was pretty cute.

"Sorry," I muttered after a couple seconds of oddly comfortable silence. I smiled and gestured to the jar we'd both been reaching for. "Go ahead."

He had wonderful lips, and when they parted to let a smile through, I felt my heart flutter. Oh yeah, crushing big time. "No, it's fine," he said. The hand I'd touched rose again, grabbing the jar next to the one we'd both been after and dropping it in his basket.

My eyelids dropped a bit, my eyes running down his... well, lickable... body, then back up to his face, my best flirting grin curving its way onto my face. "Handsome and a gentleman," I said, plucking out the jar he'd left for me to take. "Any chance you're available to get a drink tonight?"

The woman who'd been arguing with her kid pulled up beside us, scanning through the soups on the other side of the aisle.

"Sorry," he said, shaking his head. "I'm not much for bars."

I prepared to bow out gracefully, concocting a story in my head that I'd just hit on a gorgeous straight boy that I'd totally misread as being interested because I was distracted by the way his jeans hugged his ass.

"I'm available for dinner, though."

Score!

He pulled out his wallet, a very nice wallet for a guy walking around in jeans and a t-shirt, and handed me a business card. "Call me around six, okay?" he said.

I beamed. "Yeah! Great! I'll definitely call."

The woman beside us cleared her throat and glanced back and forth at the two of us disapprovingly, then took her kid by the hand and led him out of the aisle.

I watched them go, chewing on my lip as I thought about shouting something after her to the tune of 'I wasn't going to bend him over right here, you know!' Not that it sounded like that bad of an idea though.

"Well," he said, taking my attention back, "I'll see you tonight." He smiled again and walked passed me, heading down the aisle toward the check-out counters.

I watched him go for a minute, half checking him out and half in disbelief that anything that awesome could really just happen to a guy while he's out buying groceries. I looked down at the card in my hand, perking an eyebrow at the holographic 'WE' logo embossed on the top side. I flipped it over, lips moving subconsciously as read his name.

'Heero.'

"What?! You're head software programmer? But... but... you're only like two years out of college, right?"

Heero smiled at me around the rim of his wine glass. "Do you mean Masters or undergrad?" he asked, smirking playfully.

My jaw just hung open. This gorgeous guy was a department head at the largest, most successful international corporation on the planet, had a Masters degree at 24, and took me to dinner at a restaurant where I couldn't afford a bowl of soup. It's the kind of revelation that makes you feel really lucky, yet totally inadequate.

"What about you, Duo?"

I blinked, coming back to reality. "Wuh?"

"Where do you work?"

Totally. Inadequate.

"Oh, uh... I'm a mechanic. Auto mechanic," I mumbled, having a drink to keep myself from blushing with embarrassment.

"Really? You ever work on motorcycles?" Nice guy, he was actually acting interested. As if my work were at all exciting to someone whose job probably required a government security clearance.

"Yeah, pretty regularly. I like bikes better than cars, so I get most of the ones that come in to the shop."

He laced his fingers and set his chin on top of them. "I've got a Yamaha Midnight Warrior I'm customizing. Maybe you could give me a hand with it?" He arched an eyebrow, grinning just a bit. "I'd be happy to pay you if you want."

I smiled and shook my head. "No, that's all right, pal. I figure I'll owe you for buying dinner anyway."

Heero shrugged. "I guess that's fair," he said. "After we're done we can go back to my place and take a look at it."

I felt bad when I ripped his shirt open and sent buttons flying across the living room, but Heero assured me that he had plenty of replacements. Then he pushed me back on the couch and climbed over me, mashing our lips together in another heated kiss. I could feel his thigh spreading my knees apart, then his leg was rubbing against my erection, making me arch up into him. I could feel a matching stiffy in his pants, poking into my hip, but when I tried to wrap my fingers around it, he grabbed both of my wrists and restrained them over my head. His lips wrapped around the place where my neck and left shoulder met and sucked, hard, on the extremely tender skin. My back arched more, a loud cry coming from my throat and echoing off the ceiling as I threw my head to the side, offering more neck to him. His tongue ran over the now discolored skin he'd been sucking on, sending a bolt of electricity along with little shudders down my spine. He moved to the left a bit more and bit me, leaving more bruises on my skin, this time in the pattern of his teeth.

How the hell did he know I liked this stuff? Maybe he didn't. He was probably just into being rough and figured I'd tell him to stop if he went too far. Yeah, that's probably it.

He sank down my body, leaving bruising kisses and bite marks in a trail down the left side of my shirtless torso. He let go of my wrists, hands prying my fly open before I realized it, tugging my jeans and underwear down enough to expose my left hipbone. A sharp bite and I shot up, yelping in pleasure and fisting my fingers in his hair. I tugged his head up and shoved my tongue in his mouth, whimpering when he bit it, but moaning loudly when his tongue curled around mine and he sucked them together.

My left hand dropped off his head and pushed his shirt down his shoulders, fingers running along his right arm to feel his scar. But there was no scar, just smooth, warm flesh over hard muscles. Why the hell did I think there would be a scar there?

While I was busy thinking I didn't notice his hands tightening around my hips. When he pulled back from kissing me though, it was too late and I found my self being spun around onto my hands and knees. I did my best to catch myself, though I was shivering a bit from being so easily manhandled. This guy was a lot stronger than you'd guess to look at him, and it was making me harder than I could ever remember. My jeans were tugged down around my thighs, exposing my ass to him while keeping my aching cock trapped in my underwear. He buried his face in my ass, licking and nibbling eagerly on my hole.

I couldn't stop myself. "Oh shit!" I gasped, digging my fingernails into the upholstery as I came, hips jerking to shove back against his face as I soiled my underwear with seed.

He didn't stop, a soft grunt the only recognition he'd make of the fact I'd just shot all over myself. His tongue dug into my ass, opening me up just a bit.

I worked a hand into the front of my pants and freed my dick from its confinement, stroking the wet shaft weakly to keep it hard as Heero feasted on my hole.

I could hear his belt buckle coming open and closed my eyes, swallowing and trying to focus on the pleasure his tongue was giving me as it darted in and out. But the tongue was gone all too soon, and then Heero was too. I felt him get off the couch and opened an eye, watching him disappear into the bathroom for a second. He came back out with a strip of condoms hanging from his hand, a quick, almost embarrassed smile flickering on his face when he saw me looking.

I just nodded and closed my eyes again, setting my head on the arm rest, trying to catch my breath while I could. His pants dropped to the floor by the couch and his weight sank into the cushion behind me again. I waited while packaging tore, stroking myself and trying to relax my ass for his entrance.

It still hurt, though. It always hurts at first. But he went slow, lubing up with spit a couple more times before he was gliding back and forth easily. I bit into the arm rest, pushing my hips back against him as the rhythm built, really getting turned on by the loud smack his pelvis made as it slapped against my butt, his pubes tickling my tailbone a bit, masculine man scent starting to fill every breath as sweat dripped over our bodies. Our grunts and moans grew louder as the minutes ticked by, each of us growing progressively closer to our finish.

Heero's arms wrapped around my stomach, his weight laying on my back, sweat creating a slick layer between our skin that kept him sliding back and forth as he pounded his cock into me. One of his hands pulled mine away from my aching dick, his fingers closing around it instead, stroking it and rubbing his thumb over the head. His breath poured hot in my ear, a soft whisper passing his lips between heavy pants. "Duo... I remember..." His breath caught there, thick grunts rumbling in his throat as his hips pressed hard against my ass, his whole body shuddering as he came inside me.

After a few seconds he started thrusting again and I followed quickly, shooting a second load onto his couch.

We stayed like that for a minute, hearts pounding, dripping sweat and gasping for breath with that pleasant sort of exhaustion. Then he slowly pulled out and went into the bathroom. I managed to make it back to my feet, though my legs were shaking under me. I started to pull my pants up, then grimaced as I remembered the load of now-cool semen I'd deposited in my briefs. Not really wanting to walk around with squishy underwear, I took them off and looked around for a garbage can to dispose of them.

"You're staying here tonight."

"Huh?" I looked up from my search, seeing Heero leaning against the bathroom doorway, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and the green dress shirt I'd ripped open for him.

"You'll never get a cab at this hour, so just spend the night." He grinned, sliding his shirt off and turning down the hall towards his bedroom. "There's an extra toothbrush in the medicine cabinet."

I blinked, standing there in my socks, holding a wet pair of briefs, watching him go. Sex on a first date was nothing new for me, but staying over? I glanced to the clock. It wasn't that late, and I had a cab driver buddy who owed me. "I don't want to put you out, pal," I called after him.

He paused at the bedroom door and turned. "You can buy me breakfast tomorrow and we'll call it even, okay?" From the distance I could see that wonderful smile part his lips again; I could feel it too.

"Yeah... Okay," I agreed.

I dropped my underwear in the bathroom trashcan on top of Heero's condom, brushed my teeth and washed my face. A moment was spent examining all my new hickeys and bites, the purple and blue marks nothing more than superficial, then I wandered down the hall to his bedroom and crawled under the sheets with him. It was a big bed, and we each took a side. Thankfully he didn't try to cuddle with me. That would've been creepy.

I lay in bed next to him and tried to relax, the late hour and the exertion of the best sex I'd had in months helping me along. I turned toward the bedroom window, the curtains drawn back to let the night sky show through. The clouds parted as I stared sleepily, a full, silver moon coming out from hiding behind them.

"I wonder how long I'll get to see the moon like this," I muttered, the words sounding familiar to me, though I was already falling asleep.