They’d stopped using condoms after they’d both been tested and knew the commitment they had for one another was permanent. Nothing compared to the delicious drag of skin against skin, the slick, wet sounds of their bodies joining. There were sure to be marks on his body as Lucas slotted himself deeply inside Jordan, but Jordan welcomed them. They made him feel alive.
And when Lucas hit the spot over and over again inside Jordan that sent him whimpering, his head thrashing back and forth on the pillow, Jordan lifted his hips, urging him on. Always in control at work and in public, in the bedroom Jordan was a shameless beggar for touches, kisses, and words of love. The vulnerability and softness he hid from everyone, friends and family included, belonged solely to Lucas, and Jordan gave of it freely and without limitations. Jordan did nothing by halves; he loved with his whole being.
“Fuck me; come on, Lucas. God, I can’t take it anymore.” Jordan grabbed on to Lucas’s sweat-slicked shoulders, thrusting his pelvis upward, pressing his knees up to his shoulders. They rocked together, heaving their bodies toward that ultimate goal. Jordan grasped his cock hard as Lucas slammed into him.
“Fuck, I’m coming.” Jordan moaned, and his cock pulsed, milky white jets streaming out, landing on his abdomen and chest.
Lucas groaned. “Damn, that’s fucking hot.” He continued to thrust into Jordan, probing deep and hard. With each stroke, Lucas’s pace increased, and Jordan watched as Lucas’s face contorted into a silent scream of pleasure. Deep inside him, Lucas’s cock stiffened and swelled as he came. Jordan tightened his muscles, clamping down on Lucas, clutching his cock. Jordan loved the sensation of the liquid heat inside him as Lucas came. It was the best feeling in the world, to be filled up by the man you loved.
“Shit, that was amazing.” Lucas collapsed on top of him, breathing hard. “If I have to get up, I might as well start my day off the best way possible.” He pressed his mouth to Jordan’s, and they shared a heated kiss that blazed through Jordan. They stayed that way, kissing and touching each other as they came down from the high of their lovemaking.
Jordan toyed with Lucas’s sweaty curls as they lay together. “Too bad you have to work on a Saturday.” He rubbed his face against Lucas’s shoulder. “We could spend the whole day in bed like this.”
Groaning, Lucas slid out of him and rolled over on his back. “What are your plans?” He scratched his chest and gave a huge yawn.
“I have to call Tash to set up my therapy; then I’m going to the center. I need to spend some time there with the kids and the volunteers. I want to know about the gun collection project.” Jordan folded his arms behind his head and frowned, staring up at the ceiling. “I feel I’ve let the project down because of my own personal issues.”
“Hey. Look at me.”
Jordan complied, and Luke stroked his cheek. “You were going through one of the worst periods of your life. A weaker man wouldn’t have been able to face his fears and addiction and come out of it stronger than before.” A grin flickered over Lucas’s lips. “Damn, I don’t know why I’m building up that massive ego of yours. That’s never been your issue.” He broke out into a full-fledged laugh as he got out of bed.
Jordan lunged at him, but Lucas was too quick and sidestepped away. “Uh-uh. I can’t be late. I have a lot of catching up to do if I want to leave early and not be stuck there the whole day.” He walked toward the bathroom. “Of course feel free to join me in the shower. I can always use you to wash my back.” Lucas grinned over his shoulder and gave Jordan a wink.
“Massive ego? What’s the matter? You can’t handle the truth?” Throwing out the line from one of his favorite movies, Jordan nevertheless scrambled out of bed to join Lucas in the shower. He wasn’t crazy; a wet and naked Lucas was the best way to start his morning.
Lucas left without breakfast, hurrying out the door with his ever-present coffee thermos in hand. Today was Oscar the Grouch tie day. Jordan loved that playful side of Lucas and vowed to call the detective Ash had hired to see if there was any news on Brandon. There was nothing he wanted more in the world than to reunite Lucas with his younger brother. Hell, he could even admit wanting to do it for Ash as well. Now that he knew Ash’s horrific story of abuse, he understood why the man had once behaved as he did. Sex without emotion was meaningless and heartbreaking.
Thank God Ash had found Drew, for Jordan now knew without a doubt, having undergone therapy himself, that Ash would have eventually succeeded in taking his own life. With Drew by his side, loving him and standing strong, Ash would make it. There had to be decency in Asher Davis for him to recognize the pure and inherent goodness in Drew and love him as deeply as he did.
Jordan dressed, then, after downing two cups of coffee and some oatmeal, took Sasha for her walk. He’d come back and closed the front door behind him when his phone rang. Seeing on the caller ID that it was Neil, he smiled as he answered. “Hey, Neil, how’s it going?”
“Good.” Neil sounded official and rushed. “Listen, we’ve had a break. That kid you used to buy from, Johnny, was picked up last night on a breaking and entering. He can’t make bail, so he’s being held until he can come before the judge. We’re gonna interview him now and ask him questions on your assault.”
Strange as it might seem, Jordan felt sorry for the young kid. After all, he hadn’t forced Jordan to buy the drugs. “Take it easy on him. He wasn’t the one who beat me up.” Thinking back to how Lucas and Ash had to survive when they were that age, Jordan could only hope Johnny could get some help making better choices. “Why don’t you let me talk to him later on? Maybe I can help.”
“I don’t know, Jordan. That’s kinda unorthodox.” There was reluctance in Neil’s voice, but Jordan sensed he could be persuaded.
“Look, think about it. I’ll be at the center today. Call me either way.”
“How’s everything going for you?”
“About as well as can be expected. It hurts still, but the anxiety lessens every day. It’s a struggle, you know?” The craving didn’t magically disappear. Every now and then something triggered, and the desire to take a pill rushed through his blood. But those times were becoming less and less frequent, and now that he was clean, there was no fucking way he’d ever do this to himself again. He’d rather remain in therapy for twenty years than take drugs.
Neil grunted. “Well, I’m glad you got the help you needed, but you should know you could always come talk to me. You and Keith were like sons to me and Marie.” He hesitated for a moment. “So it’s permanent with you and Luke, huh? He seems like a nice guy.”
Neil had suffered too. He and Keith had been partnered for the five years after Keith had made detective. Neil had confided in Jordan he was thinking of retiring this year. Too much death and tragedy. He wanted to enjoy his life.
“Yeah, it is. Lucas is a good man, Neil. I hope you and Marie get to know him better.”
“We want you to be happy. And I can see you are for the first time since Keith died. So for that, I’m grateful to Luke.” A bit of humor crept into his voice. “And if he does something bad to you, I can always arrest him and lose the key.”
They shared a laugh and hung up after Neil agreed to call Jordan later about Johnny.
With a final pat and several treats, Jordan left Sasha and headed for the center. It was only a few blocks from his house, and as it was a cool late fall day, he enjoyed the walk. With pride, he entered the space, noting it was already more than half full at only ten thirty on a Saturday morning. He found Wanda sitting in the back.
“Hi.” He bent and kissed her cheek. “Busy this morning, huh?”
“Hi, baby. Yeah, it’s packed.” Wanda smiled, then looked behind him. “Where’s your man?”
