“Tell me, baby,” I said, letting go of his hand to wrap an arm around his waist and stroking his neck. “Tell me what happened.”
“What, you don’t even care if I swear now?” he asked, his pulse fluttering so fast it was almost a blur. “That’s it, huh? All your stupid 'language' reminders and I show up late one time, and now it doesn’t even matter?”
I smiled. “It matters, but we’ll get to that later. Now tell me what happened.”
“It was nothing,” he muttered. “Just… you know, the usual shit.”
“And what’s ‘the usual shit’?”
“Imeantto bring your coat back,” he said, looking away. “But fucking Paolo was just… he was on me, you know, and—”
“Your roommate?” I interrupted, my whole body tensing up as I grabbed his chin and made him look at me again. “Is he abusive, baby?”
Jordan’s eyes widened. “What? No.”
Oh God. Thank God. I… didn't know what I would have done if he’d said yes. It wasn’t like I was a fighter. But for Jordan? Jesus. I didn’t give a shit if it was too intense—or more like flat out ridiculous, given that Jordan could probably hold his own in a fight better than I could—I’d still kill anyone who hurt him.
“Okay,” I said, leaning my forehead against his as I tried to get a grip. “Okay.” I forced out a slow breath, then wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and straightened up. “Tell me, baby.”
Jordan swallowed. “Nothing much to tell,” he said, shifting nervously and then reaching up to play with one of his earrings, tugging on his left ear just like he used to back in high school, every time he’d been nervous. He shrugged. “I’m just a fuck up and Paolo likes to point it out is all. It’s whatever. He just, our lease is up and he, uh. It’s nothing. He’s got this thing happening for Christmas. I mean, for Christmas Eve. Like, ofcoursehe doesn’t want me there. And then I ran out of gas on the way over. I mean, almost. I had to stop to fill up because my gas light was on and, just, you know what? It doesn’t fucking matter, Andy. How about we just fuck? Are you not a top? Not interested in my ass? What’s up with that? Are we hooking up or what? Why do you even keep having me come over if we’re never going to fuck?”
He pushed me away, slammed his hands into my chest and backed a step up himself when I failed to move... but notthathard. Notthatfar. Just enough that he could glare up at me again and wait to see what I’d do about it. And itwassuch an open dare to do something about it that I couldn’t help grinning. Probably a post-adrenaline reaction on my part, but God, he was gorgeous. He was needy and scared to admit it. He was trying to provoke me into showing I cared. He was everything I wanted. Everything I'deverwant.
“Sounds like you had a bad day, sweetheart,” I said, taking his hand again.
I laced our fingers together and he clung on like a vise, practically crushing my hand as he kept glaring at me.
Then, when I refused to back down, the glare turned into an angry pout, and the angry pout into a smirk.
“Well, the day would get a fuckton better if you’d stick your dick in my ass,” he said, reaching for my cock with his free hand and rubbing it into thickness through my pants. “Come on,Daddy, you know you want to fuck me.” He moved in closer, his voice dropping to a husky invitation that made me groan. “You thought my mouth was good? Wait until you get this thing—” he squeezed my cock, “—buried in my hot little hole. Been waiting for you. Fucking dreaming about it. Want to feel you split me open, Daddy. Want—”
I grabbed his hand and pulled it off my cock, not sure I could think straight if he kept touching me.
“Oh, I get it,” Jordan smirked. “We’re playing Daddy’s in charge again? I’m down with that. Whatever you want, Andy. Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”
“I know you will, sweetheart,” I said, trying to ignore how hard I was. Iwouldfuck him… later. But I would never be okay with letting him think that was all I was interested in. “But we’re not playing, Jordan,” I said, finally getting myself under control. “Iamin charge, and right now, we’re going to eat dinner, and you’re going to tell me more about what got you so upset tonight, and then, if I can help in any way, I’m going to do that, too.”
“Dinner?” he said, jerking away from me. “Fuck, Andy. I don’t want dinner. This isn’t adate. I’m just here for your cock.”
“No, you’re not,” I said, taking his hand again. “Have you eaten?”
“Did you hear me, dude?” Jordan asked, letting me lead him back to the kitchen despite his protests. “I’m only here for sex. This isn’t anything more than that. It’s not going tolast.”
I turned him around and pushed him into the wall, face first, and gave him three hard swats. “It’s ‘Daddy,’ not ‘dude,’” I reminded him, not addressing the rest because he was too wound up to hear the truth right now. “Now answer me, have you eaten, petal?”
He clung to the wall like it was a life raft, breathing hard. Then, finally, “No, but—”
“Good,” I said before he could take it further than that, pulling him toward me and kissing him hard. “Then come on, sweetheart. First things first.”
I sat him down at the table. Someday, I’d get us a nicer house. One with an actual dining room. Take him out nice places. Treat him the way I dreamed of. But right now, I could only do the best with what I had. My little starter home with the refurbished table in the kitchen nook and a dairy-free meal I was hoping would settle him down a bit, since on top of everything else he was probably hangry, given that it was almost eight now.
“Do you like chicken?” I asked, serving him some.
“Sure,” he mumbled, staring at it. “I mean, it’s fucking chicken. Who doesn’t like chicken?”
“Language,” I said, adding some potatoes to his plate.
He picked up a fork, toying with it.
