It was a few hours later that Stiles pulled up in front of Satchmo's in the heart of the wealthier side of Beacon place was a modern looking, white, rectangular, one-story building, with big floor-to-ceiling windows through which Stiles can see the patrons, dressed in designer outfits that cost more than what his father made in a month. He looked down at the outfit he painstakingly chose, a simple gray button-down shirt and dress pants, and felt more than a little out of place.

Stiles fidgeted with his shirt and bit his lip. He was way out of his league and was considering calling this off. But he thought about how hot Julian was and how this was technically his first date ever. He squared his shoulders and forced himself to get out of the car.

Stiles walked inside the restaurant and the hostess lifted an eyebrow at him.

"Uh, I'm supposed to be meeting Julian Vittorio here?"

The hostess nodded. "Yes, he's expecting you. Will you follow me, please?"

Stiles followed the hostess into the main dining room. Stiles could feel the eyes on him as they walked, but he ignored them. They walked over to a table near the back and approached a man sitting there. Stiles stumbled, his heart clenching for one brief crazy moment, sure that it was Derek. From this distance, the resemblance to the werewolf was once again uncanny. All of Derek's harsh words cycled through Stiles's head and he honestly considered turning around and walking out right then and there.

"Are you alright, sir?" The hostess asked, as she took his arm and steadied him. He noticed the people around them looking at him and whispering amongst themselves. Stiles blushed before he regained his balance. "I'm fine. Sorry."

The hostess gave him another look but said nothing as they continued to walk to the table. The closer they got, the more the subtle differences between Julian and Derek became clearer, and Stiles gave a sigh of relief. Julian smiled and stood up to pull the chair out for Stiles. Stiles blushed as he sat down and Julian retook his seat across from him.

The hostess gave them their menus, telling them that their waiter would be there in a moment to take their orders, before she turned and left, leaving Stiles and Julian alone in awkward silence. Stiles didn't know what to say and he didn't want to start babbling.

"Are you alright, Stiles?"

Stiles jerked his head up to see Julian throwing him a concerned look.

"Fine," Stiles stuttered. "I'm just fine."

Julian frowned. "Are you sure?"

Stiles took a deep breath. He was blowing it and that was not in anyway cool. Stiles tried to smile and hope it didn't come out as a grimace. "Sorry about that. I'm just…."

Julian grinned. "You're a little nervous?"

Stiles sighed, and his shoulders slumped. "Yeah, I guess."

Julian leaned forward and took Stiles twitching hands. "It's okay." Julian gazed around the room. "If this place is too much we can just go somewhere else." Julian wryly shook his head. "Can I tell you something?"

Stiles stopped his fidgeting and finally met Julian's eyes. "I was just trying to impress you."

Stiles' eyes went wide. "Really?"

Julian ran his hand uncaringly through his carefully styled hair and shrugged. "Yeah, I did. I really like you and just want you to like me."

Stiles felt a bit of his nervousness fade away and he gave a small smile. "Well, I do….um...like you."

Julian squeezed his hand, "I'm glad because I like you too."

Stiles blushed, and Julian's smile got wider.

"We can still leave if you prefer?" Julian asked.

Stiles shook his head. "No, this is fine." Stiles picked up his menu and started to peruse it. "So, what's good here?"

Julian squeezed his hand again, before finally letting them go to pick up his menu. "Everything, the food is fantastic, I promise you." He winked at Stiles, then looked at his menu.

The rest of the night went much more smoothly after that. Julian was candid about his past and all the places he had been. His hazel eyes practically sparkled as he talked about all the places he had visited. Julian, as it turned out, just came back to Beacon Hills to take his prerequisites during the summer at UC Beacon Hills. He shyly admitted that he had graduated High School early and had decided to backpack through Europe for a year.

Stiles was captivated as Julian talked about all the cities he went to. It was obvious that his favorite places had been Barcelona. Julian's eyes seemed to sparkle, his body becoming more and more animated, his arms moving excitedly as they discussed the old Spanish architecture mixed with the chrome and glass buildings of the more modern skyscrapers that darted the skyline of the old city. He waxed poetic over the food.

"You haven't lived until you had Paella," Julian sighed longingly.

He went to talk about how he spent an entire summer hitting the beaches, and the nights delving into the city's nightlife .

Stiles talked a bit about his life, making sure to give all the supernatural elements of his life a wide berth. He talked about school, and what colleges he had been considering applying for next year. They both geeked out of their their joint love of history and lore. Stiles was delighted to find out that Julian was a comic book geek. They debated heatedly over comic book companies and comic book movies. Julian's favorite comic book title was Green Lantern, while Stiles admitted that Batman was his. They both agreed that Superman was a self-righteous douchebag, though.

"Superman is just too perfect, you know?" Stiles said, his arms flailing animatedly. "I love that Batman is human and I like a man with flaws."

"Do you now?" Julian lifted an eyebrow and smirked. "Nice to know."

Stiles felt his face flush again, and he cursed his fair skin.

Before Stiles knew it they were done with their dinner. Stiles tried to make a token protest against Julian paying for the meal, but Julian told him since he picked the place he would pay.

"You can pick the place next time."

Stiles threw him a dubious look. "You're really confident there is going to be a second date?"

Julian smiled playfully. "Yeah, pretty confident."

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Don't count your chickens, dude."

Julian laughed and shook his head. His laughter was deep and throaty, and truthfully, it turned Stiles on more than it should. Stiles crossed his legs and was thankful that the tablecloth covered his groin. By the time Julian paid the bill, Stiles had finally gotten control of himself and they both headed out of the restaurant. Julian's hands lay gently on small of Stiles' back as they walked.

When they got to Stiles' car, they both stood there for a second, the air between them feeling a little bit more awkward. Julian smiled and stepped forward until he backed Stiles up against his Jeep.

Stiles gasped, feeling his face flush, and his heart started to pound rapidly in his chest. Julian leaned forward and brushed his lips against Stiles'. Stiles moaned and melted into the kiss as Julian pressed closer. Their bodies were pressed so tightly together that Stiles could feel the other man's hard muscles underneath his clothes, and the hardness of Julian's cock against his own.

Julian took his face between his two big hands and kissed him harder and deeper. His tongue licked Stiles' lips, and then Stiles moaned, pressing harder against him. Julian slipped his tongue into his mouth, taking Stiles' tongue in a demanding kiss.

As Julian continued to kiss him, his hands slipped from his face, caressed down his neck, and down to his shoulders. He jerked away, and Stiles blinked at him; feeling more than a bit stunned and lightheaded. Eyes wide, Stiles leaned back against the car door and stared at Julian. He was staring at his neck with a strange look on his face.

"What?"

Julian shook his head and looked up to meet Stiles' eyes. He smiled, but even as out of sorts as Stiles was, he could see that it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Nothing, it's fine."

Stiles straightened up and walked over to him. "Are...Are you sure?"

Julian took both of his hands and kissed the palms. "I'm fine." He checked his watch and sighed. "I have to get home. I have school in the morning and it's getting late."

"Okay?" Stiles asked, still feeling slightly light headed and more than a bit confused.

"I had a great time, and I would like to do it again."

Stiles smiled what he feared might be a little dopily. "Yeah, I would like that a lot."

Stiles got into his car, and he watched as Julian walked away towards his own car. Stiles shook his head and started his engine. The whole thing about Julian was weird, but maybe he was reading too much into it. Stiles sighed and drove out of the parking lot. His mind wandered back to that kiss and very much looked forward to his next date with Julian.