by D. J. Manly
Chase looked up and met his eyes.
After a few seconds, Amanda broke the spell. “Okay, okay…I would say get a room, but you already did. Why don’t you guys just skip the coffee and dessert and get the hell out of here already.”
Both Jordon and Chase asked her several times if she minded, but they were halfway out of their seats.
She laughed. “Wouldn’t do me any good if I did. Since the moment Chase saw you tonight, his mind has been on your cock.”
“Amanda!” Jordon scolded her but he had a ghost of a smile on his face.
“Go on,” Amanda said, “you know I’m not one to mince words. Have fun. Don’t bruise each other too much. And don’t you dare take off without…”
“Of course not,” Chase said, kissing her cheek.
“Ask the driver to…” Amanda began but they were already heading for the front door.
* * * *
Chase and Jordon slipped into a taxi outside the restaurant. “Continental Diamond,” Jordon told the driver.
Chase slid up closer to Jordon in the back seat. “Wow! That’s a pricy hotel.”
“I’m the last of the big spenders. What do you want?” Jordon told him.
“You know what I want,” Chase said, his eyes filled with intention.
“Um, do I?” Jordon teased. “Tell me.”
The taxi driver glanced into his mirror.
“Not here,” Chase whispered, trying not to laugh. He felt giddy. He lowered his voice and pressed his lips to Jordon’s ear. “I want to devour you.”
“Ah, sounds promising,” Jordon murmured, then reached his hand over and pressed it against Chase’s hard cock, “feels promising too.”
Chase pushed his hand away playfully. “Stop that, you wolf. You’ll get into trouble that way.”
Jordon said back in the seat, a smile plastered on his face. “I sure as hell hope so.”
Chase grinned and looked out the window. Behave, he told himself, it won’t be very much longer. He wasn’t sure how he felt, leaving Los Angeles. It was his home after all. He’d never been to New York, but he knew he’d go anywhere as long as Jordon was there. God, Jordon was the one he’d been waiting for all of his life, the one he thought he would never find. It was like a dream.
He’d gone to the cemetery today to visit with Cassidy. He hadn’t been for awhile. He wanted to say goodbye. He’d come back of course with Jordon to see Amanda, but it could be awhile before he got back to Cassidy’s grave. It was all right. The pain was still there but it wasn’t all consuming anymore. He shed a few tears just the same. He knew that if Cassidy was alive, he’d be happy for him. He only wished that Cassidy could have lived to find the love of his life too.
“We’re here,” Jordon said suddenly as the cab screeched to a halt.
Chase shook himself out of his sadness and looked at Jordon. The sadness evaporated. My love.
When they reached the room, Chase didn’t even notice the luxury. He didn’t see the champagne bottle swimming in ice, or the hot tub near the balcony. He saw only Jordon, who was taking off his suit jacket. Chase slid the chain over the lock, never taking his eyes off the man who was standing less than a few feet away. His heart was beating like a drum in his chest. He could feel it in his ears. His balls began to tighten, and his cock strained against the zipper of his pants. Jordon smiled at him, and Chase took a step. “I love you,” Chase whispered. “God, if I could only tell you…”
“Show me,” Jordon said.
Chase went into his arms, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt as he frantically kissed his mouth.
Jordon started to laugh. “Whoa…whoa…we have all night you know.”
“Um,” Chase replied, moving his lips down Jordon’s chest as he pushed the shirt off his shoulders. “And I don’t intend on wasting a second of it.”
Jordon took him by the shoulders and raised his head up to meet his eyes. “We have the rest of our lives now too, Chase.”
Chase placed his hands on both sides of Jordon’s face. He inhaled a kiss, then, pulled him into his arms. As his arms tightened around him, he said, “You really do love me, don’t you, Jordon?”
“Unfortunately, yes,” Jordon replied teasingly.
Chase gasped, his face a mask of comic horror. “Unfortunately?”
Jordon grinned. “Take your clothes off, Chase,” he danced away from him. “You know you want it.”
Chase narrowed his eyes, watching him as he unzipped his pants and jumped onto the bed. “Looks like you want it as well, boy.”
Jordon lay on his back and slipped his pants and underwear off. “I do at that.”
Chase stripped off his own clothes and came closer. “Maybe I’ll make you beg.”
“No you won’t,” Jordon whispered softly, looking up at him.
Chase melted. “No, I won’t,” he repeated as Jordon reached a hand out to him and pulled him down on the bed.
“So what am I supposed to do in New York anyway?” Chase murmured against Jordon’s hungry mouth, pretending to be resisting as Jordon kissed him.
“We’ll think of something,” Jordon told him, pulling him over his body, then falling on top.
Chase wrestled with him a little, laughing, then quieted suddenly when Jordon’s mouth moved down to take his cock. His eyes locked with Jordon’s and he saw love etched in them, fiery in its intensity. Any and all doubts vanished in a blink. Suddenly, he felt a feeling of pure happiness slice through him, taking his breath away.
Chase placed his hands on Jordon’s hair, and moaned. “Oh God,” he said, adding silently, thank you, not sure if he was thanking God, or Jordon, or both … and not caring. He buried his hands in the rich texture, hanging on for dear life as Jordon’s words whispered through his mind. Unfortunately, he loved him too.
The End
About the Author:
D.J. Manly is first and foremost a writer, but is also a college professor, a small business operator and a sociologist who works as a consultant on research projects. D.J. is a proud Canadian who lives in French Canada, and speaks both English and French. Human rights are a great concern, and D.J. longs for a peaceful world free of sexism, racism, and homophobia.
D.J. writes for the pure love of writing, and always with the reader in mind. If D.J. doesn't enjoy reading it, it won't be written. Great characters, great sex and a great love are the elements you’ll find in D.J’s work.
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