Another bump and grind of their bodies and Luke couldn’t keep himself from groaning out loud. As Jordan writhed beneath him, Luke stroked Jordan, then yanked the thin gym shorts, along with Jordan’s briefs, down to his knees. Jordan’s cock sprang out, pale and thick, surrounded by a nest of springy golden curls. The tip was large and flushed, already pearled with wetness. It took all of Luke’s resistance to keep from pouncing on the man. He looked so sweet and vulnerable.
“Lucas.” Jordan’s hand reached out and touched him, brushing the front of his shorts where his own cock, woefully neglected, jerked and strained against the thin nylon. Their gazes locked on one another. A gleam of amusement entered Jordan’s eyes. “I refuse to be the only one naked here.” With a firm pull, Jordan slid the shorts and briefs past Luke’s knees until Luke wriggled them off and kicked them off the bed.
Finally, wonderfully, they were naked before one another, hot skin touching. Luke bent and kissed Jordan so hard, so deep they were both left gasping for breath. The fervor with which Jordan returned his kisses surprised Luke. He’d thought with the prolonged abstinence, there would be some hesitancy. Instead Jordan’s tongue was down his throat, thrusting as if they were performing the mating ritual with their mouths. Their cocks bumped and slid against one another, and Luke reached between them, wetting his hand with the copious fluids leaking from both their erections.
At his touch, Jordan snapped his hips up hard. “God.” Luke clenched his jaw and continued to rock back and forth. Normally Luke preferred to take control, but this time belonged to Jordan. It would be a gift for Jordan to rediscover his life and the passion he’d thought died forever with his lover.
And a gift for Jordan would be a gift for him.
“Go ahead, darlin’. Give it to me. I want it all.” He brushed the hair off Jordan’s face, loving the feel of the silken strands as they slid through his fingers. Luke’s thumb trailed over Jordan’s elegant cheekbones, coming to rest on his full lips. When Jordan opened his mouth and drew Luke’s thumb into the wet cavern of his mouth, twirling his tongue around it, pulling and sucking hard, Luke nearly came apart. They continued to rock their bodies together, sliding and rubbing their cocks, the sweat and slick building up on their straining bodies.
Jordan’s pink lips clung to Luke’s thumb as it slid in and out of Jordan’s mouth. It was as erotic a scenario as Luke had ever been lucky to see. Every nerve ending in Luke’s body electrified at the sound of Jordan’s soft moans vibrating against Luke’s finger. Jordan finally let go of Luke’s thumb and thrashed his head back and forth on the pillow.
Luke thrust his hips against Jordan’s, their slick fluids providing ample lubrication for his hand to slide up and down their lengths. Jordan’s cock swelled, and he came, sending warm splashes of liquid across their stomachs.
“Ahhh, God,” Jordan cried out, his hands clutching at the sheets by his sides. “Lucas.”
With his eyes squeezed tight, teeth bared in an almost primal grimace, and the strong cords of his neck standing out as he arched his body backward on the bed, Jordan’s face was stunning in his orgasm.
A tingling in the root of Luke’s cock curled around the base of his spine. Heat flushed through his body, pooling in his groin. He reached down to give himself several hard strokes, but Jordan got there first.
“My turn.” Jordan’s strong hand grasped him, and the man’s long, elegant fingers encircled his cock. Spots glowed behind his closed eyes as Jordan rubbed faster and faster, thumb teasing his slit, fingers dancing up and down the sensitive shaft.
“Jordan, please.” Luke found himself begging for release.
“Don’t you like the way I’m touching you?” Jordan’s hands never ceased their firm, deliberate movements.
He opened his eyes to find Jordan’s clear gaze on him. “Yes. I like the fact that it’s you.” Where the hell had that come from? Lucas couldn’t believe those words were coming from his mouth. He never talked to his partners during sex. It was all about him coming and then going, leaving as fast as he could. But now, he didn’t want to leave. He yearned to know what it might be like to wake up in a lover’s arms.
“Come for me, Lucas,” Jordan whispered in his ear, hands slippery yet sure and deliberate as he stroked and rubbed Luke’s cock. The caress in Jordan’s soft voice set off goose pimples up and down Luke’s arms, and he moaned, his entire body tightening in anticipation. Like a fire searing through his chest, incinerating whatever fortress he’d created, Luke’s orgasm hit him hard, and he erupted all over Jordan’s hands, overflowing as if he’d been holding back forever. Exhausted from the stress of the day, he collapsed on top of Jordan. For the first time in what seemed like years, he felt at peace.
Minutes passed, and they remained locked together, their raspy, mingled breathing the only sound in the room. Jordan shifted, and Luke recognized he must be crushing the man.
“Hey, Prep School.” He loved teasing Jordan with that name. It was too perfect for his haughty looks and superior airs, even though Luke knew better than that now, having spent enough time with Jordan to see his true, giving nature. “I’m going to take a shower; then don’t think you’re getting away without a training session from me.”
“I thought I’d proved my staying power now.” A lazy smile curled Jordan’s lips. Luke’s heart did a funny somersault when Jordan reached up and brushed the curls off his forehead, and for a moment, he found it hard to breathe. He couldn’t resist grabbing a quick kiss, their tongues twisting and tangling with each other. After almost losing his resolve to leave the bed, he pulled away from Jordan’s hungry mouth and slapped the man’s lean flank.
“Only because I primed you earlier in the shower.”
Jordan’s expression softened. “Yes, you did.” Then he smiled and stretched. “I’ll let you have the first shower.” Jordan fell back against the pillows and lay still, the smile remaining on his face.
“I won’t be long.” Luke picked up his clothes from the floor and headed into the bathroom. The thought of Jordan in bed all alone—and wonderfully sleep disheveled—set his body humming for a possible repeat performance. He jumped into the shower and quickly rinsed off the evidence of their lovemaking. Not five minutes later he turned off the taps and dried himself off. Damn, he’d forgotten to bring antiperspirant. He always forgot something when he went to the gym.
“Hey, Prep School. I’m gonna use your deodorant, okay?”
“Sure. No problem. I’ll be there in a minute.” Jordan sounded content and happy, not regretful or, even worse, silent and uncommunicative as Luke feared after the man’s first sexual experience since his lover died.
Luke opened the medicine cabinet and reached inside, but he faltered before he could take the stick out. “What the fuck?” His brow furrowed as he stared at the shelves and tried to make sense of what he was seeing. The entire middle shelf was filled with glassine baggies of pills. Little yellow pills. As if in slow motion, he plucked one off the shelf and held it in his hands. The pills rolled between his fingers, and he traced their shape as if he couldn’t believe they were real. Xannies. Not prescription grade.
From his time on the streets of DC and at the shelter here in the city, Luke knew exactly what those pills were and what all those bags meant. Jordan was buying on the streets. His mouth tightened, lips twisting in disgust. Drugs. An involuntary shiver ran through him. When he left home, he’d sworn that would be the one thing he’d never get involved with. Drugs messed up your mind and your health. They dragged you and everyone around you down with them.
“Hey, what happened? You’re so quiet—” Jordan burst through the door, a smile on his face until he caught a glimpse of what Luke still held in his hand. He turned pale, and Luke watched fear replace the happiness in his eyes. “Lucas, it’s not what you think.”
Fucking liar. “Yeah? Go on, then. Tell me what I’m thinking.”
Jordan advanced on him, but Luke would be damned if he’d let the man touch him in his pathetic attempt to prevent questions. He sidestepped away and moved toward the door. Jordan grabbed his arm.
“Lucas, please.”
