And he’s wearing his warm coat, because he knew he’d be cold, and his phones are buried down in a pocket of that.
Under the gloves, hat, and scarf I loaned him.
He looks adorably abashed when he pulls them out and sees my attempts to contact him.
Then he snuggles against my side as we stand at the balcony rail and watch the concert.
I have to say, I could get used to this. Now that my worry is alleviated, I can relax and enjoy the fucking band. They’re not bad, either.
This is something Elliot and I have never had together.
Ever.
Never been able to share the simple joy of going to a concert together.
Damn sure never been able to drape my arm around him in public, kiss him in public—
Oh, shit.IkissedJordan.
Inpublic, no less.
I look down and he’s focused on the stage, bobbing his head a little in time with the music. This band is more pop than heavy metal, and they’ve got a good sound.
I couldn’t care less what they sound like, though.
Not when I’ve got Jordan here with me.
Guilt slams into me. I know Elliot has issues. Igetit.
Yes, Elliot gave me permission to see other people, and I told him about Jordan.
It’s not fair that, after six years together, I can’t be with Elliot publicly.
I’ve already been able to express more public affection with Jordan tonight than I have in myyearswith Elliot.
I send Elliot a basic good-night text and hope Shae didn’t decide to be a little sadistic and try to interfere to get Elliot off his ass regarding me by telling him where I went.
He replies almost immediately, and doesn’t indicate he’s upset, so hopefully we’re good. I return the burner to my pocket, although I leave it on in case Elliot texts me again.
He won’t, but just in case.
We eventually end up with Jordan standing in front of me, my arms wrapped around him and him holding my hands. I don’t even care he can feel that my cock’s hard, because the boy is grinding his adorably perfect ass against me.
Part of me is terrified. Jordan’s never been with a guy before. Maybe I should pump the brakes on this.
Maybe I should slow down even more.
Or, maybe it’s time I stop overthinking this.
It feels so damn good holding him. Hell, it’s okay we’re not sleeping together yet, because I get toholdhim right now. I even rest my chin on his shoulder, close my eyes, andbreathe.
I don’t know what the hell shampoo he uses but he smells damned good.
In my life, I’ve been with butch and fem guys, and everywhere in between. Ironically, I’ve been with Elliot for the longest. Before Elliot, my longest relationship was six months, not long after I started at the Secret Service. It’s difficult to have a quality relationship when you’re never home and sometimes have to leave on a moment’s notice if sent out on assignment.
There’s something sweetly perfect about Jordan. I even nibble on his earlobe, which earns me another kiss when he tips his head back and turns his face toward me.
While Elliot and I have technically done a lot of risky things since we’ve been together, I’ve never wanted to have public sex before.
