He struggled to hold back his relief. “Great. We can order in some food and relax.”
“Um, not exactly.” Looking more animated than he had in quite a while, Lucas grinned at him. “I think it’s a good night to hit the gym. What do you say? You up for it?”
Denial sprang to his lips; then Jordan thought about it. Maybe it would be good thing to keep out of the house and from being alone with Lucas. If they were in the gym, they’d be surrounded by people and nothing would happen between the two of them. Now that they’d shared that kiss, he couldn’t get the memory of Lucas’s soft mouth out of his mind.
“Sure.” He pulled up in front of the parking garage on his block. “Do you want to meet me back at my house, and we can go together?” It wouldn’t take him long to change and walk Sasha.
“Sounds good.” Lucas grunted as he hopped out of the SUV. “I’ll come right back after I change.”
Jordan handed his car keys to the valet and took Sasha by her leash. “Okay, I’ll leave the front door unlocked. Come in and make yourself comfortable.”
“See you in a few.” Lucas walked away. Sasha whined, but Jordan held on to her. “Hey, you belong to me, remember?” She sat on the sidewalk and barked at Lucas’s retreating figure. “Yeah, he’s kind of a hard guy to say good-bye to, huh?” They walked down the block, and she followed him up the stoop and into the house, making a beeline for her water dish while he shed his coat. After giving Sasha fresh food, Jordan unlocked the doggie door he had installed in the kitchen, allowing her access to the enclosed backyard, then hurried up the stairs to take a quick shower. Even though he knew he’d need one after his workout, he wanted the soothing heat and the feel of the pounding water on his body.
After dropping his clothes on the chair in his bedroom, he walked naked into the bathroom. Without a second thought, he opened the medicine cabinet and took three pills from the bottle, downing them with a glass of water. By now, the pills he’d taken in the morning had worn off. Briefly he thought of giving them up. After all, it was going on a year since Keith died. Surely he didn’t need the crutch anymore.
Tomorrow, he thought, as he turned on the taps to his shower.I’ll stop tomorrow. The hot water sluiced over his body, and he sighed, stretching his arms up to the ceiling. He loved his extra-large shower with the rainfall showerhead and jets pulsating into his body from all sides. The tenseness in his back and shoulders melted away, and his mind wandered back to the afternoon.
Kissing Lucas. The tenseness returned, but it was of a different kind. A low, snaking heat rippled across his belly, settling in his groin. His cock hardened, and a hot puff of breath escaped him.
“God.” Long-denied arousal rose hard, deep, and strong, almost bringing him to his knees. Unwilling to hold himself back, Jordan stroked his cock with long, firm pulls. After spreading his legs, he leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes, fisting his cock harder and faster. Images flashed before his eyes, but for the first time they weren’t of him and Keith making love. His hand faltered for a moment before his body demanded he continue.
It was Lucas he saw. And God help him, but Jordan wanted the man. He wanted Lucas’s lips against his, that thick, smooth tongue in his mouth. His dick ached as the water beat on his body, and he reached down to tug at his balls. Jordan didn’t know whether it was from the drugs or his excitement, but it took only minutes before the pressure built and sparks shot through his body. He continued to stroke his cock harder and faster, until he was moments away from coming in a glorious, all-encompassing burst of joy. The bathroom darkened and Jordan faltered.
A figure stood by the entrance. Jordan swallowed his fear, once he could see through the fog-free glass that it was Lucas.
“Jordan?”
He opened his mouth, but no words escaped, only a sigh. Knowing Lucas was merely steps away, Jordan’s desire spiked higher, and he continued to touch himself, unable to speak.
The shower door opened, and he and Lucas locked eyes. He knew how pathetic, how cliché it was to be caught jerking off in the shower, but it was his home and he could do whatever the fuck he wanted to.
Quicker than Jordan thought possible for a man of his size, Lucas stepped into the shower, clothes and all, and sank to his knees in front of him. Without saying a word, Lucas knocked his hand away and slid Jordan’s cock deep into his hot mouth. There was no time for Jordan to react to the pleasure that seared through his body and short-circuited his brain. A golden mist descended over his eyes, and he couldn’t help but arch into Lucas’s mouth, helpless under the onslaught of passion that roared through his blood. It took less than a minute, yet it seemed in that short period of time, his entire life reshaped itself.
“Ahhh, God, Lucas.” Jordan couldn’t help groaning out loud. His hands gripped Lucas’s shoulders, digging into the muscle.
Through slitted eyes, he watched the water beat down on Lucas’s broad back, turning his white shirt almost transparent. But Jordan’s gaze didn’t rest there for long. How could it, when the man’s amazing mouth and wicked tongue teased and taunted him until he heard himself begging and pleading for release.
“Lucas, shit, no, God, I can’t. What the hell.” Jordan couldn’t help himself. He grabbed hold of Lucas’s head and ruthlessly fucked the man’s mouth, sliding in and out, fierce and deep. Lucas accepted it all, sucking and wrapping his tongue around Jordan’s cock as if it were an extra-large lollipop at a county fair.
And then that golden mist deepened into a firestorm, and he cried out in desperation and heartache while his cock jerked and pulsed endlessly, shooting down Lucas’s throat. Jordan came hard and he held on tight to Lucas, twisting the wet T-shirt under his fingers. His body continued to throb and it was too much, almost a sensory overload after nearly a year of existing in an emotional wasteland. Jordan’s legs gave way, and he sank to the shower floor, the rapidly cooling water continuing to beat down over his head and body.
But before he reached the floor, Lucas’s strong arms encircled Jordan, pulling his naked body next to Lucas’s wet, clothed chest. “Let me hold you. How long has it been since someone held you in their arms?”
And Jordan could do nothing but lay his head down on Lucas’s chest, listen to the beating of his heart, and whisper, “Forever. It feels like forever.”
* * * *
Towel-dried and fully dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, Jordan hesitated at the top step, then, deciding he had nothing to feel ashamed or embarrassed about, he ran down the stairs and headed into the kitchen. He couldn’t help but smile as, predictably, Lucas was on the floor with Sasha’s head in his lap. A powerful surge of lust and longing rolled through him. This was what he’d missed—the companionship, the mundane daily activities to share with another person. It seemed so natural for him to come to the kitchen and find Lucas there, playing with the dog.
Like he belonged.
“Hey.” Jordan spoke softly, but it wasn’t necessary. Sasha must’ve heard him and jumped up to greet him. She shook her head, jingling the tags on her collar, and stood at his feet, waiting to be petted.
Lucas opened his eyes and smiled. “Hi.” The smile faded, his eyes turning dark and somewhat fearful. “Are you okay?” He licked his lips. “I, um, didn’t want to leave without making sure you were all right.”
For a moment Jordan struggled to take a breath, his heart skipping in his chest. “Leave?” he croaked. “Why would you leave?” With slow, hesitant steps, Jordan walked over to where Lucas still sat on the floor and crouched down. “Don’t you want to stay?”
Lucas’s hazel eyes gazed back at him for a moment, then dropped to study the floor. “I thought you’d want me to leave, after what I did.” A grimace curled Lucas’s lips. Lips, Jordan admitted as the heat of desire washed over him, he once again wanted to feel on his body.
