Seducing Jordan: A Second Chances Novella (4 page)

He leaned forward for his glass of milk, and his knee brushed against Rick’s. He gritted his teeth to fight the thickening in his groin. After years of denying himself from indulging those feelings, he didn’t have to do that anymore.

Rick wiped the stray juice from the side of his mouth with a napkin. Jordan wished he could lick it off instead. Four hours ago, he thought he’d never have a chance with Rick. Now, the thought of leaving him hurt like an auger drilling into his heart.

“So are you gay or bi or what?”

Rick chewed, then took a sip of milk. “Bi, I guess.”

“You still like girls?”

“Sure.”

“So when you get to college, you’re going to date women, and make them just as unhappy as you’ve made Cyn.”

Rick’s brow pinched together. “What’s your problem?”

The doughy pastry sat like a wooden block in his stomach. “You’re leaving me.”

“You’re leaving me, too.”

He tapped his foot. “Except you don’t want a long-distance relationship. You want to date girls.”

“I’m just coming off a three-year relationship. Fuck, Jordy. I’m eighteen years old. I’d like to date for a while without a commitment. Is that so much to ask?”

He finished off his milk. “I can’t compete with girls.”

Rick grinned and skimmed his fingers along Jordan’s hand. “They can’t compete with you, either.”

The teasing left his stomach hollow. Picturing Rick with someone else opened the gash in his heart wider.

“Jordy, please. I’m not rejecting you. This is about me. I’ve got stuff to figure out. Like whether I’m really gay, or just gay for you.”

“That’s a ridiculous expression, used by guys in denial about their sexuality.”

“I don’t think that’s true. You love who you love.”

His head hammered. There was no chance of the two of them leaving this cabin with Rick as his boyfriend. If he tried to push Rick into something he wasn’t ready for, it would destroy their friendship. Then he’d have nothing.

“Do you love me?” He bit his cheek. He couldn’t believe those words had left his mouth.

Apprehension darkened Rick’s eyes. “As a friend, sure. As a lover…too soon to say, I guess.”

He hated sounding needy. His heart was involved, and Rick’s wasn’t. “You’re using me. You’re confused about your sexuality, and you’re using me to figure it out.”

Rick reddened. He sat back, arms crossing his chest. “This isn’t about sex. If I’d understood what these feelings meant, I’d have broken up with Cyn for you months ago.”

He swallowed. Rick moved his chair close and took his hand. “I’m here because I want to be with you. I don’t know about the future, but right now, today, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.”

He was tempted to throw himself at Rick’s feet, lay his head in his lap, listen to those sweet words wash over him. Yet the ache in his chest wouldn’t go away. He didn’t want today from Rick. He wanted forever.

“I realize the timing sucks,” Rick continued. “I’m nowhere near ready to be open about my sexuality. I just found out today that I actually like guys…or at least, I like you.” Rick kissed his hand. “If you were anyone else, I couldn’t have trusted you enough to do this. You’re my oldest friend. I would die for you. You said yourself, you’re glad we did it, even though it hurts.”

“Does it hurt you?”

“Of course. But the chance to be with you is worth it.”

He wasn’t sure he believed that. Maybe Rick had a crush, but Jordan was in love. Not the same thing.

He rose and placed the dishes in the sink. He flopped onto the couch in front of the TV.

Rick joined him, leaving a space between them. “I wish you weren’t mad at me.”

“I’m not mad.”

“You said you weren’t sorry, but I think you are.”

“No. I wouldn’t trade today for anything. But as soon as you get to Penn State, you’ll forget about me and fuck every pretty girl you meet. I’ll have to fuck an awful lot of guys to forget about you.”

Rick grabbed his arm. “That’s not you, Jordy. Promise you won’t sleep around. A broken heart is no excuse for risking a potentially fatal disease.”

“Straight people can get HIV too, you know.”

“Don’t give me that shit. I was faithful to Cyn for three years.”

“And now you’re free. To fuck every girl—or guy—who catches your notice. You were captain of the football team, commencement speaker, most likely to succeed. You don’t think you’ll be Mr. Popularity in college, too?”

“There are forty-five thousand people on the Penn State main campus. I won’t make a ripple.” Rick stroked Jordan’s fingers. “Why are we fighting?”

“Because I just got you and I’m already losing you.”

“We’ll see each other on breaks.” Rick sidled next to him and pulled him close. “Until then, we should make the most of the time we have.”

He nodded.

Rick turned off the TV. “This game sucks.” He kissed Jordan’s mouth, tasting of peach syrup. His lips followed the line of Jordan’s jaw to his ear.

Rick cocked his head toward the bed and stood. Jordan followed suit. He had forty-eight hours to own Rick, and he intended to make the most of them.

***

They made their way to the bed and stripped quickly, eagerly. Rick wanted to show Jordan this wasn’t a fling, even if he wasn’t ready for commitment. They were still growing, still discovering themselves—he’d learned that much from dating Cyn. It had nothing to do with his feelings for Jordan.

They lay on the bed kissing. He ran his hand along Jordan’s bicep, muscle thick and firm. Jordan’s body fitted perfectly to his, cocks sliding together in delicious friction. How could anyone call this unnatural? It felt like the most natural thing in the world, the most pure. He had loved Cyn, but he’d never been struck by this desire to shelter and care for her, to put her needs before his own, like he did with Jordy.

Jordan rolled him onto his back. Lips caressed and explored his neck, his nipples, his abdomen. He writhed in pleasure, combing his fingers through Jordan’s hair.
Mine
, his brain shouted. The possessiveness pulled him taut like strings of a bass guitar, but he pushed the worry aside to lose himself in his lover’s touch.

Jordan moved his way upward and captured his mouth. He moaned, lips humming against Jordan’s, body relaxed and pliant.
Forever
, his brain said.

A boyish grin spread across Jordan’s face. He clenched Rick’s wrists and pressed them down on either side of his head. Legs captured him like a vise so he couldn’t kick free.

“Say you’re my bitch.”

A jerk of his arms didn’t loosen the tight grip. “You’ve got that backwards.”

Jordan kissed him, then bit his lower lip. “Say it.”

He couldn’t get leverage against the mattress—the box spring just sank beneath him. He and Jordan were well-matched for strength, so if he could get out from under Jordan, he could escape.

“I want you, Jordy.”

“Say it. Or maybe I should make you suck me instead.” Jordan slid up Rick’s body until he straddled his chest. Jordan’s cock bobbed inches from his chin. His stomach clenched. Jordan wouldn’t really force him. Still, his breath grew heavy and adrenaline pumped through his system.

He grabbed Jordan’s arms and flipped him onto his back. Jordan tried to wrestle back control but he held him off. They grappled with each other, arms interlaced, muscles straining, fingers gliding across sensitized skin. He kissed Jordan hard, and Jordan’s body stilled as their tongues swirled together.

He lay on his side with his elbow underneath him and stroked Jordan’s cock.

“Nice,” Jordan said.

He picked up a small black bag from the floor and set it on the bed between them. Fingers trembled as he unzipped it. Jordy would probably laugh at him, but…

“I brought some things—you know, if you want to try them.” One by one, he tossed them onto the mattress: cock rings, butt plugs in two sizes, a blue silicone anal vibrator.

Jordan’s eyes widened, the pupils dark. He shook his head. “What do you think I’m into?”

“Nothing.” He shrugged. “Aren’t you a virgin?”

Jordan picked up the larger of the two butt plugs. “Well…yeah.”

“So I thought we could learn about this stuff together.”

Jordy smiled. “You want this shoved up your ass?”

His face warmed. “No, but I thought you might. You know, to get you ready.”

Jordan stared. “You think because I’m gay I automatically…”

“No. Like I said, only if you want it. No pressure.”

“You mean like you didn’t pressure Cynthia?”

A tingling in the back of his neck rose into his cheeks.

Jordan grinned. “Yeah. She told me. At least now, I understand why.”

“We never did it that way, Cyn and me. She turned me down flat.”

“Well, sure, if you came at her with this butt plug.”

He swallowed, his mouth dry. “I didn’t. I bought it for you.”

Jordan laughed. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

He blinked, and his throat thickened. He’d planned everything out, anticipating what Jordan might want, yet somehow, he’d screwed it up. Like he always did.

***

Rick’s forehead wrinkled, and his lips turned downward. Jordan’s stomach tightened, like a drawstring was pulling it closed. Regret flooded over him. Rick acted nonchalant, but he was more sensitive than he let on. Sometimes Jordan forgot that.

He found Rick’s lips. They were soft and willing, and he sucked them tenderly. “You don’t understand seduction.”

Rick’s eyebrows arched. “You got on your knees for me, and I didn’t even ask.”

He bit his cheek. His fantasies had always started with him sucking Rick off. It was nonthreatening, something Rick could do with a girl. Except Jordan would be more eager, more willing.

The supple skin had felt good on his tongue, but he hadn’t quite been ready for the mouthful of cum. That would take some getting used to. Still, there was so much more he wanted to try. Take Rick deeper into his throat. Suckle his balls. Lick his taint until he writhed and begged.

He picked up the vibrator. How would that toy feel inside him, massaging his prostate? He didn’t want silicone. He wanted Rick.

He almost tossed the vibrator back into Rick’s bag as a reject, but it was less intimidating than the butt plugs or Rick’s cock. He switched it on and it hummed through his fingers. Then, he switched it off again and tossed it onto the bed.

Rick had taken control, planning everything from the cabin to the cock rings, without consulting him. Rick just assumed he was a bottom—that because Rick was a natural leader, Jordan would follow in the bedroom.

He lay back, gritting his teeth. “Any chance you might get down on your knees for
me
?”

Rick’s jaw hardened. “I don’t think I’m ready.”

“So as long as you’re the one doing the penetrating, you’re okay with it. But to be penetrated—that would make you gay.”

“You’ve had years to adjust. This is new to me. It’s going to take a while to get used to the idea of sucking cock.”

“It feels great.”

“Then be my guest—I could go again.”

His chest hollowed out, but Rick smiled and kissed his cheek. “Lie on your stomach,” Rick said.

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

He rolled over and wrapped his arms around the pillow. If Rick tried to fuck him, he would have to hurt him. Instead, butterfly kisses at the nape of his neck slowly followed his spine down the length of his back. Annoyance seeped out, limbs turning to liquid. Each kiss sent sparks through his body. His thickening cock pressed into his belly. He would never have imagined that something so gentle could be so erotic.

The kisses stopped at the cleft of his ass. The next moment, cold lube pressed at his hole.

“What do you think—”

“Shh,” Rick soothed. “I won’t hurt you. Relax.”

A fingertip penetrated him. He clutched his pillow and curled his toes. The slick massage sent tingles into his cock, but…Rick’s finger was in his ass. The fact of it was weird. With anyone else, he would have been humiliated, but he trusted Rick. There was no part of himself he couldn’t bare to him.

Rick pushed deeper inside. The in-and-out motion was pure bliss, stretching and massaging his sensitive tissues. He groaned in pleasure. Rick picked up the pace and went deeper. Jordan gasped. “More. Please.”

A second finger joined the first, increasing the stretch. Jordan hugged the pillow tighter and clenched his eyes shut. He couldn’t find the breath to speak. The ecstasy Rick gave him left him helpless.
Damn
. He was Rick’s bitch.

Rick rubbed Jordan’s ass cheek. “I want to try the vibrator, to make sure I’m hitting your prostate.”

“Okay.”

Rick’s fingers left him, and a sense of emptiness washed over him. He wanted Rick's touch, not some toy. Still, the idea intrigued him, so he didn’t argue.

The flick of the lube cap opening and closing was followed by the low hum of the vibrator. The buzzing tickled his entrance, and the soft silicone slipped inside.