I'm not much for introductions but here is a little something I'm working on. Hope it gets you interested enough to review.
It had happened once before. OK, twice. But a long time ago. Well, if the 1960's and 80's could be considered a long time ago. And who wasn't having sex with everyone and everything during those two 'whacky' decades? Except Stefan, of course. As usual, Mr. Moralistic spent the 'free love' and androgynous 'Ziggy Stardust' years as highly principled as ever.
Not Damon. He figured 'what the hell?" It's amazing what had felt liked eons of mindless vampire sex, could do to an increasingly bored un-dead's sexual appetite. Experimentation. That's what he told himself it had been when he actually thought about those men. And, in both instances, things had ended rather badly. For the men. Damon had remained bored.
But this time. It didn't feel like boredom. More like curiosity. Damon wasn't sure when his attention was caught. When he started to notice the brooding teenager. He does know that it was Jeremy's suicide attempt that sealed the deal. That kept Damon watching. And noticing. Jeremy's hair, his slouch, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. Which wasn't often enough. Except lately. When he was with that witch.
Damon tore his gaze away from the back of Jeremy's bent neck. Tried to focus on Andie's inane chatter. And found his gaze drifting back to the boy across the room. Silently he scolded himself. What had happened in the past was not the result of physical attraction, or attraction at all for that matter. This was personal. It was not just sexual inquisitiveness or a consequence of sexual monotony. He was attracted to Jeremy. Just Jeremy. And in a butterflies- in- the- stomach sort of way. Damon hadn't reacted to a mortal in this manner in an extremely long time. And he didn't particularly enjoy the sensation. But he did. Enjoy it.