Brandon smiled widely and gave Jacob’s shoulder a gentle squeeze, “I hope I’m one of those lucky people that you want to spend some more time with. Our first meeting was cut so short we never got to…umm, get to know each other.” Although Brandon was only a few inches taller than Jacob, he felt like he hulked over the dhampir because of his sizeable muscles and Jacob’s slender frame. He liked this feeling, however, because something about the sexy boy made him want to dominate and own him…protect him; Brandon wondered if that allure, that natural sex appeal came with the territory of being a dhampir…or was that all Jacob?
When Jacob moved in closer, Brandon moved as well, making their little personal space as intimate as possible, “I’ve been fantastic, Jacob. Very busy with choir, the musical and well…other stuff. Oh, I have a roommate now…”, he grinned and elbowed the dhampir, “…a nephilim. Can you believe it?! He’s a great guy though. You should come by and meet him…”, he winked, “…or do dhampir and nephilim spontaneously combust when they are too close to each other?”
Draining his drink, Brandon looked at Jacob and asked, “Can I get you something to drink? Maybe someone?”, he teased. He gently ran his finger along Jacob’s jawline, “I believe I would let you taste me…it would be rather sexy to have you drink from me, but I’m not sure what affect my blood would have on you…”, he shrugged, “…it’s partially human-type blood and partially god-like ichor.” He smiled, “Sorry, my mind is sometimes on one track. Can I get you a drink, Jacob?”