Drowned | Sasodei |

Chapter 2

Deidara already liked Sasori. The man certainly knew how to dress, even if it was a little much for a sports bar. The suit was a great cut, tailored to fit his shoulders and tapered waist. His hair was of mousy red colour which suits him very well. His greyish-brown eyes, they almost glowed in the dim light of the bar. Deidara had thought the man was cute in his tipsy holiday picture, but in person, Sasori was whole course meal.

Shit, he was fucking dreamy.

It was hard to concentrate on what Sasori was saying when all Deidara could do was think about was how it would feel to fuck that pretty mouth. He was tired of immature guys who only wanted sex and nothing else, so the X-rated thoughts made him feel like a hypocrite. When Obito his friend hit on him in front of Sasori, he'd wanted to punch the raven in the face. He hated being called Dee and that idiot had some nerve to call him by his childhood name in front of his date.

He never wanted more than a good fuck. His sex life had been a revolving door-never taking time to get to know the guys he shared his body with. But now he wants a relationship with substance.

Deidara forced himself to stop fantasizing and pay attention. "What do you do for a living?"

"I'm an orthopedic surgeon."

If his cock hadn't already been pressing against the seam of his jeans, finding out Sasori was a surgeon would have done it. There was something so sexy and rock star-like about surgeons. Not just doctors. They were doctors who cut people open and put them back together for a living. The stress of having someone's life in his hands would have killed Deidara. Sasori had to have balls of steel. Balls of steel that Deidara wanted to lick and nibble and.... Distractions! "That sounds really interesting."

"It can be a little stressful at times. Some surgeries can take eight to ten hours"

"I would love to help you ease some stress" Deidara said seductively.

Sasori stiffened, and Deidara immediately regretted coming on so strong. After all, he was the one who'd said he was looking for more than a one off. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. At least not out loud"

It took a second, but Sasori laughed. It was rich and warm and vibrant. When he stopped laughing, he leaned forward, his greyish-brown eyes gazing directly into Deidara's soul. "I'd really like to kiss you."

The unexpected request made Deidara's stomach flutter. "I'd like that very much."

Sasori stood from his side of the booth. and scooted in on Deidara's side. "Is this okay?"

"Yes," Deidara said, a little breathlessly.

Sasori placed his hand on Deidara's face, caressing his cheekbone with his thumb. "Your eyes are amazing"

Deidara replied by leaning in, pressing his lips to Sasori's for a brief, but tender kiss. No sloppy kissing there. He smiled, appreciating the hungry desire in his date's expression. He slid one hand inside Sasori's jacket, copping a feel of his toned abs. "You have a great body."

Sasori responded by running the back of his hand down the front of Deidara's shirt.

Deidara trembled. The intimacy of Sasori's touch-light, seductive, and teasing, even over the thin fabric of his shirt-made Deidara's heart race. What they were doing- this slow play-was so much sexier than the chaotic, frenzied rush he usually experienced with his horny hook ups. This wasn't random, though, was it? It was a date. Scheduled and arranged. Two people taking time out of their busy lives to make a connection.

"Wow, this is intense," Deidara whispered as he leaned in and licked Sasori's lower lip.

This time, Sasori trembled. His tongue snaked out to taste the bit of saliva Deidara left behind.

Damn! Deidara wondered what that sweet mouth and tongue could do in a private setting.

Sasori smelled like spice and vanilla. Deidara drew a long pull of the scent through his nose. "Fuck, you smell so good." He kissed Sasori chastely but firmly.

"You're amazing." Sasori leaned back and put a small space between then. "Why did you do this tonight? You know, with me. It's obvious you don't have any problems finding a date."

He answered Sasori's question honestly. "Yeah. I won't lie about it. But I'm fucking lonely. I don't want to keep living that way."

"Yes, but you could have a relationship with someone your own age, or even younger. Not someone over a decade older than you"

"Man, you don't have a fucking clue how incredibly hot you are, do you? Sasori, you're not a consolation prize. You are a first place catch." Deidara watched Sasori's face color. "You keep blushing like that and I'm going to fall in love with you."

Sasori stiffened again. Deidara laughed.

"Don't mess with me," Sasori said.

"I'm only teasing, but that's not to say it couldn't happen." Quickly, he leaned toward Sasori again and tugged his lower lip between his teeth in a quick nip. "I could totally eat you up"

"Oh, shit." Sasori muttered and pulled away. He pointed to a dark-haired man who'd just walked into the bar. "That's my friend, Asahi."

A brown-haired guy, slightly shorter and less broad, followed closely behind. They were both attractive, Deidara thought Sasori had said Asahi was his ex-boyfriend. Was that the kind of guy Sasori went for? Deidara can't compete with him in terms of body but he was happy as atleast he was taller than Asahi.