Seducing Jordan: A Second Chances Novella by Andrea Dalling Page B

affected by idiots. Who cared what they thought? The haters were the ones who should be ashamed.
    He hooded the cock with his mouth. Jordy let out a deep moan. It hit him that Jordan had never had a blow job before, and he wanted to make it memorable. He sucked him in a long stroke, making him squirm. That show of Jordan’s pleasure tickled his chest.
    Relaxing his throat, he swallowed him down. He gagged and tried again, sliding his mouth slowly from tip to root.
    “So good!” Jordan cried.
    He licked around the head again. With his hand, he pumped Jordy’s cock while sucking hard. He’d never fantasized about this, but he was sure as hell enjoying it.
    He took Jordy deeper with each stroke, learning how far he could go without gagging. The sound of Jordy’s moans drove him on.
    “Need to stop, babe,” Jordy cried.
    He kissed his way up Jordan’s body while continuing to work that pretty cock. “Come for me.”
    Jordan trembled, soft moans forming his mouth into an O .
    His chest warmed at the look of pleasure on Jordan’s face. He squeezed and rubbed, then jacked him in fast strokes. Jordan gasped, and Rick pumped the cum from his lover’s body, continuing until he was spent.
    He wiped his hand on the sheet and drew Jordan against him. Their lips mingled in soft kisses.
    “Amazing,” Jordan murmured.
    “For me, too.”
    “You didn’t hate it?”
    “Love your body.” His finger grazed Jordan’s chest. “I thought sucking you would make me feel like a queer, but I just feel like I love you.”
    “Do you think I’m a queer?”
    “I think you’re perfect,” he said. “Always have.”
    “I think you’re perfect for me.”
    He intertwined their fingers, then kissed Jordan’s palm.
    They lay warm together. His gut tore open. Would they ever be together like this again? He drew a ragged breath and swallowed his sobs, but he couldn’t keep a tear from falling. Jordan rose up on one elbow and kissed him long, slow, and deep.
    “I’ve never been this happy,” Rick said, “or this sad.”
    Jordan nodded. “It’s getting late. Want some breakfast?”
    “Um, yeah.” He sat up while Jordan dressed. He hated when Jordan turned to activity to stave off the emotions between them. He needed to talk about it, but he sensed Jordan couldn’t.
    Jordan wanted them to be together. Rick’s sadness was his own creation. Of course Jordan couldn’t talk about it. What could either of them say?
    “I need to figure out what life as an openly gay man would mean for me,” he said.
    “I know.”
    “If I come out, there’s no going back.”
    “You don’t need to explain. You’re where I was three years ago.”
    He scrubbed his face with his hands. He had thought, junior year, that he was in love with Cynthia. If he could feel that way again about a woman, would that be enough? What if no woman ever compared with Jordan?
    What if, by the time he figured it out, Jordan had moved on with someone else?
    Jordan had warned him that might happen. As long as he refused to commit to monogamy, Jordan was free to look elsewhere. Who was he kidding? A guy like Jordan—sweet and gorgeous and smart—would have no trouble finding a man willing to give him what he wasn’t.
    ***
    Jordan looked over from the skillet where the pancakes sizzled, to the bed where Rick sat, fully dressed, staring at the cherry floor. He had no idea what his friend was thinking, but clearly something was occupying his mind.
    Their weekend was nearing its finale. Impossible to say how it would end. The glow of sex was still warm in their veins, but the expression on Rick’s face said his mind had moved on to other things.
    Jordan couldn’t worry about that. As much as he wanted a commitment from Rick, he wouldn’t allow himself to pine away for him. He needed to put himself first. Rick had a long journey ahead of him, discovering and coming to terms with his sexual identity. Jordan would support him as a friend, but he wouldn’t be his