Ian was, without a doubt, absolutely, incredibly sexy. Something about him made Craig's teeth itch to bite him on the side of his neck, just under his ear. He wanted to run his hands through Ian's hair and kiss him on the mouth and feel his body through a silk shirt and tailored slacks. He wanted to listen to the man recite Shakespeare and lick warm honey off his body.

He held it in, though. Craig was professional first and foremost. He was on the set to work, not to lust after a beautiful man with laughing eyes and a wink that made his insides melt and his dick firm up.

Then, Ian walked into his trailer one night and asked him to dinner.

*

"Would you like to go have dinner?"

Craig was in the middle of his trailer, shirt half-buttoned, pants open at the waist, his socks still lying on the sofa waiting to be pulled on. "Dinner?"

"Yes." Ian leaned against the trailer wall and smiled. "Maybe drinks before, if you're not terribly hungry right now."

"A drink would be nice." Craig began to tuck in his shirt.

"I wouldn't bother doing that."

"Why not?" Craig buttoned his pants and reached for his socks.

"I'm planning to rumple you later." Ian smiled as Craig's sock slipped from his hand. "If you don't mind."

"I-ah-" Craig swallowed against the sudden rasp in his throat. He looked over at Ian and smiled a bit shyly. "I wouldn't mind that at all."

"Wonderful." Ian smiled again. "I'll meet you outside."

*

They had red wine before their appetizers, red wine with dinner, and red wine with dessert. By the time they left the restaurant they were pleasantly warm but not without their dignity. Ian hailed a cab, and they rode in silence to Craig's house. As the cab pulled into the drive, Craig reached out and took Ian's hand. "Coffee?"

"Yes." Ian got out of the cab with Craig, tipped the driver, and allowed himself to be led by the hand up the walk, up the porch stairs, and into the house. He stopped Craig's progress just inside the foyer by pulling on his hand. "Come here a moment."

Craig obliged, standing close enough to Ian to feel the fabric of his shirt against his own. "Yes?"

"I'd like to rumple you now." Ian leaned in and kissed Craig carefully on the mouth. He kept his left hand clasped with Craig's, and placed his other hand on Craig's hip, letting his thumb brush circles over the bone.

Craig sighed into the kiss and brought up one hand to run down Ian's chest. The man was in cotton, not silk, but it still felt wonderful. He could feel Ian's body heat through the shirt, and something about it made Craig feel very alive. He made a small noise of disapproval when Ian pulled away. "You haven't even begun to rumple me yet."

Ian chuckled and used the hand from Craig's hip to untuck Craig's shirt. He slid his hand under the shirt and stroked Craig's stomach. "Your shirt is untucked. Consider yourself rumpled."

"You're a damned tease, Ian."

This time Ian full-out laughed, pulling Craig just an inch closer to him and kissing him again. "I am a gentleman. I don't put out on the first date." He smiled against Craig's mouth. "Although, I am rather fond of tangling up on a couch to kiss for hours, if that interests you at all."

Craig leaned in and up and bit softly at Ian's neck, just below the ear. "That interests me very much."

"Wonderful." Ian leaned in to kiss Craig again. "Where, exactly, is your couch?"

"Straight back against the wall." Craig grabbed Ian's shirtfront and pulled him in the proper direction. "It's very comfortable and wide."

"Well, then this should certainly be a very nice few hours, then."

*

When Craig woke in the morning, he was half-lying on Ian with one foot on the floor, and the other over the armrest on the far end of the couch. He turned his face into Ian's shirt and breathed deeply.

"Good morning."

"Good morning." Craig lifted his head and gave Ian a smile. "All right, there?"

"Just fine. This is a very comfortable couch."

"I've always thought so." Craig slid up Ian's body and kissed him. "I had a wonderful time last night."

"I'm having a wonderful time this morning." Ian kissed him back. "Thank you for the wonderful time last night."

"You're *very* welcome." Craig sat up and pulled Ian with him. "I forgot how nice it can be to just kiss someone until last night."

"I'm going to take that as a compliment."

"You should."

Ian smiled. "Fine, then." He yawned and stretched. "Do you have some coffee I could steal before we head to set? I don't think it'd be very in character of me to be half-asleep during my scenes."

"I'll go put on a pot. The bathroom's down the hall if you'd like to freshen up." Craig stood and went into the kitchen. He heard Ian go into the bathroom, and the sound of water running in the sink. He turned from the coffeepot a few minutes later when Ian walked into the kitchen, his stubble gone, and his hair a little neater. "Find everything?"

"Yes, thank you." Ian took Craig's hand and pulled him close. "Would you like to go out to dinner again tonight?"

"Yes."

"Excellent." He slid his hands down Craig's sides. "I should warn you,though, that I may ravage you tonight."

Craig smiled. "Wonderful."