Seducing Jordan: A Second Chances Novella

by Andrea Dalling

  “Don’t give me that shit. I was faithful to Cyn for three years.”

  “And now you’re free. To fuck every girl—or guy—who catches your notice. You were captain of the football team, commencement speaker, most likely to succeed. You don’t think you’ll be Mr. Popularity in college, too?”

  “There are forty-five thousand people on the Penn State main campus. I won’t make a ripple.” Rick stroked Jordan’s fingers. “Why are we fighting?”

  “Because I just got you and I’m already losing you.”

  “We’ll see each other on breaks.” Rick sidled next to him and pulled him close. “Until then, we should make the most of the time we have.”

  He nodded.

  Rick turned off the TV. “This game sucks.” He kissed Jordan’s mouth, tasting of peach syrup. His lips followed the line of Jordan’s jaw to his ear.

  Rick cocked his head toward the bed and stood. Jordan followed suit. He had forty-eight hours to own Rick, and he intended to make the most of them.

  ***

  They made their way to the bed and stripped quickly, eagerly. Rick wanted to show Jordan this wasn’t a fling, even if he wasn’t ready for commitment. They were still growing, still discovering themselves—he’d learned that much from dating Cyn. It had nothing to do with his feelings for Jordan.

  They lay on the bed kissing. He ran his hand along Jordan’s bicep, muscle thick and firm. Jordan’s body fitted perfectly to his, cocks sliding together in delicious friction. How could anyone call this unnatural? It felt like the most natural thing in the world, the most pure. He had loved Cyn, but he’d never been struck by this desire to shelter and care for her, to put her needs before his own, like he did with Jordy.

  Jordan rolled him onto his back. Lips caressed and explored his neck, his nipples, his abdomen. He writhed in pleasure, combing his fingers through Jordan’s hair. Mine, his brain shouted. The possessiveness pulled him taut like strings of a bass guitar, but he pushed the worry aside to lose himself in his lover’s touch.

  Jordan moved his way upward and captured his mouth. He moaned, lips humming against Jordan’s, body relaxed and pliant. Forever, his brain said.

  A boyish grin spread across Jordan’s face. He clenched Rick’s wrists and pressed them down on either side of his head. Legs captured him like a vise so he couldn’t kick free.

  “Say you’re my bitch.”

  A jerk of his arms didn’t loosen the tight grip. “You’ve got that backwards.”

  Jordan kissed him, then bit his lower lip. “Say it.”

  He couldn’t get leverage against the mattress—the box spring just sank beneath him. He and Jordan were well-matched for strength, so if he could get out from under Jordan, he could escape.

  “I want you, Jordy.”

  “Say it. Or maybe I should make you suck me instead.” Jordan slid up Rick’s body until he straddled his chest. Jordan’s cock bobbed inches from his chin. His stomach clenched. Jordan wouldn’t really force him. Still, his breath grew heavy and adrenaline pumped through his system.

  He grabbed Jordan’s arms and flipped him onto his back. Jordan tried to wrestle back control but he held him off. They grappled with each other, arms interlaced, muscles straining, fingers gliding across sensitized skin. He kissed Jordan hard, and Jordan’s body stilled as their tongues swirled together.

  He lay on his side with his elbow underneath him and stroked Jordan’s cock.

  “Nice,” Jordan said.

  He picked up a small black bag from the floor and set it on the bed between them. Fingers trembled as he unzipped it. Jordy would probably laugh at him, but…

  “I brought some things—you know, if you want to try them.” One by one, he tossed them onto the mattress: cock rings, butt plugs in two sizes, a blue silicone anal vibrator.

  Jordan’s eyes widened, the pupils dark. He shook his head. “What do you think I’m into?”

  “Nothing.” He shrugged. “Aren’t you a virgin?”

  Jordan picked up the larger of the two butt plugs. “Well…yeah.”

  “So I thought we could learn about this stuff together.”

  Jordy smiled. “You want this shoved up your ass?”

  His face warmed. “No, but I thought you might. You know, to get you ready.”

  Jordan stared. “You think because I’m gay I automatically…”

  “No. Like I said, only if you want it. No pressure.”

  “You mean like you didn’t pressure Cynthia?”

  A tingling in the back of his neck rose into his cheeks.

  Jordan grinned. “Yeah. She told me. At least now, I understand why.”

  “We never did it that way, Cyn and me. She turned me down flat.”

  “Well, sure, if you came at her with this butt plug.”

  He swallowed, his mouth dry. “I didn’t. I bought it for you.”

  Jordan laughed. “You’re a fucking idiot.”

  He blinked, and his throat thickened. He’d planned everything out, anticipating what Jordan might want, yet somehow, he’d screwed it up. Like he always did.

  ***

  Rick’s forehead wrinkled, and his lips turned downward. Jordan’s stomach tightened, like a drawstring was pulling it closed. Regret flooded over him. Rick acted nonchalant, but he was more sensitive than he let on. Sometimes Jordan forgot that.

  He found Rick’s lips. They were soft and willing, and he sucked them tenderly. “You don’t understand seduction.”

  Rick’s eyebrows arched. “You got on your knees for me, and I didn’t even ask.”

  He bit his cheek. His fantasies had always started with him sucking Rick off. It was nonthreatening, something Rick could do with a girl. Except Jordan would be more eager, more willing.

  The supple skin had felt good on his tongue, but he hadn’t quite been ready for the mouthful of cum. That would take some getting used to. Still, there was so much more he wanted to try. Take Rick deeper into his throat. Suckle his balls. Lick his taint until he writhed and begged.

  He picked up the vibrator. How would that toy feel inside him, massaging his prostate? He didn’t want silicone. He wanted Rick.

  He almost tossed the vibrator back into Rick’s bag as a reject, but it was less intimidating than the butt plugs or Rick’s cock. He switched it on and it hummed through his fingers. Then, he switched it off again and tossed it onto the bed.

  Rick had taken control, planning everything from the cabin to the cock rings, without consulting him. Rick just assumed he was a bottom—that because Rick was a natural leader, Jordan would follow in the bedroom.

  He lay back, gritting his teeth. “Any chance you might get down on your knees for me?”

  Rick’s jaw hardened. “I don’t think I’m ready.”

  “So as long as you’re the one doing the penetrating, you’re okay with it. But to be penetrated—that would make you gay.”

  “You’ve had years to adjust. This is new to me. It’s going to take a while to get used to the idea of sucking cock.”

  “It feels great.”

  “Then be my guest—I could go again.”

  His chest hollowed out, but Rick smiled and kissed his cheek. “Lie on your stomach,” Rick said.

  “Why?”

  “Just do it.”

  He rolled over and wrapped his arms around the pillow. If Rick tried to fuck him, he would have to hurt him. Instead, butterfly kisses at the nape of his neck slowly followed his spine down the length of his back. Annoyance seeped out, limbs turning to liquid. Each kiss sent sparks through his body. His thickening cock pressed into his belly. He would never have imagined that something so gentle could be so erotic.

  The kisses stopped at the cleft of his ass. The next moment, cold lube pressed at his hole.

  “What do you think—”

  “Shh,” Rick soothed. “I won’t hurt you. Relax.”

  A fingertip penetrated him. He clutched his pillow and curled his toes. The slick massage sent tingles into his cock, but…Rick�
��s finger was in his ass. The fact of it was weird. With anyone else, he would have been humiliated, but he trusted Rick. There was no part of himself he couldn’t bare to him.

  Rick pushed deeper inside. The in-and-out motion was pure bliss, stretching and massaging his sensitive tissues. He groaned in pleasure. Rick picked up the pace and went deeper. Jordan gasped. “More. Please.”

  A second finger joined the first, increasing the stretch. Jordan hugged the pillow tighter and clenched his eyes shut. He couldn’t find the breath to speak. The ecstasy Rick gave him left him helpless. Damn. He was Rick’s bitch.

  Rick rubbed Jordan’s ass cheek. “I want to try the vibrator, to make sure I’m hitting your prostate.”

  “Okay.”

  Rick’s fingers left him, and a sense of emptiness washed over him. He wanted Rick's touch, not some toy. Still, the idea intrigued him, so he didn’t argue.

  The flick of the lube cap opening and closing was followed by the low hum of the vibrator. The buzzing tickled his entrance, and the soft silicone slipped inside.

  A shiver spread through his body, followed by a pleasure so intense he could hardly keep his body from bucking. He struggled to lie still so the vibrator wouldn’t hurt him.

  “How’s that?” Rick asked as he slid the toy deeper.

  Incoherent murmurs exited Jordan’s lips. He reached for his cock and fisted it.

  “Let me do that.” Rick’s warm, callused hand grabbed the engorged penis.

  “So fucking good.” The dual massage of his prostate and his cock took him to heights he’d never imagined, and he soon fell over the precipice. A guttural cry escaped his throat. Rick pumped him dry, then turned off the vibrator.

  He lay on his stomach, ignoring the pool of cum beneath his belly. Breathing deeply, he tried to come down from the high, but he was utterly immobile. Rick took the vibrator into the bathroom, and the sound of running water reached Jordan’s ears.

  Rick returned and set the vibrator on the nightstand. With a wet washcloth, he cleaned up Jordan’s body, then the puddle on the bed sheet. After dropping the washcloth on the floor, Rick lay facing him. “You like that?”

  “Fan-fucking-tastic.” He swirled his finger around Rick’s nipple. “Want me to return the favor?”

  Rick’s eyes widened, then his brow furrowed, like he was considering the idea. “Maybe later.”

  He kissed a trail across Rick’s abs as he reached for the lube. He squeezed some out and warmed it in his hand, then palmed Rick’s cock. Rick’s eyes closed as a low moan rasped in his throat.

  He pushed Rick’s thighs apart and settled between his legs. He accompanied the slow strokes with teasing kisses on his balls. Rick’s murmurs of pleasure encouraged him. His tongue swirled along the sensitive area behind the sac. How would Rick react if he rimmed him? Better not chance it yet.

  He suckled each ball while pumping the shaft. Rick thrust into his palm, but Jordan slowed the pace, wanting to draw out the pleasure.

  “More,” Rick cried, his voice low and breathless.

  He kissed his thigh. “Beg for it.”

  “Please, Jordy, need it so bad.”

  He quickened his pace. Rick’s body arched as hot cum spilled over his hand. “So good,” Rick mewled over and over. Jordan smiled at the power he had over his friend.

  He cleaned up, then curled beside him. He tugged Rick’s lips with his own. Rick deepened the kiss, rolling him onto his back.

  Jordan lay on his pillow and drew Rick into his arms. “Tell me you’re my bitch.”

  “I’m your bitch.” Rick lay his head on Jordan’s chest, then smiled up at him. “Tell me you’re mine.”

  “I am so your bitch.”

  Chapter 5

  Rick lay in the darkness, the gentle rise and fall of Jordan’s breath the only sound. He reached for him, then pulled back. Better not to wake him.

  Rick threaded his fingers through his hair, straightening the curls. He’d really done it, confronted the obsession that had taken hold of him.

  Now what?

  He should feel different, shouldn’t he? Like he’d undergone some shift. But he didn’t—this encounter with Jordan just felt like an extension of their friendship.

  The same was true when he’d had sex with Cyn the first time. Losing their virginity together was…well, fun. Cyn was so beautiful. Long dark hair flowing over soft curves. Body smooth and yielding under his hands. After three years together, it seemed like a logical progression, not a major event. Nothing really changed. Except…once he slept with her, his curiosity was satisfied. Every time with her was less and less exciting.

  That’s when he’d started thinking about Jordan.

  Would he get bored with Jordan, too? Fear clawed at his gut. That can’t happen. His love for Jordy was so different from what he had felt for Cyn. It was almost as if the roles were reversed. Cyn was his buddy, someone he liked hanging out with, joking with—being able to kiss her and fuck her was nice, but it was a bonus.

  Jordan was his heart. He didn’t care that Rick was impulsive and sometimes a goofball, didn’t stay mad when he screwed up. Just loved him. When he saw himself through Jordy’s eyes, he liked what he saw.

  Sometimes he’d watch Jordy’s hands move as he talked, long fingers, broad palms. Even his nails were beautiful, always neat, not like most guys. And something stirred in Rick when he looked at those hands, making his breath hitch and his senses heighten. Like everything in the world but Jordy slipped away.

  His throat thickened and his jaw grew tight. He got out of bed and walked to the window. In the light of the full moon, the outline of the trees was visible. If only he never had to leave this place.

  His love for Jordan built to an ache in his chest and split him open. The feelings that had been lurking…he finally understood what they were. He was in love with a man. What the fuck was he going to do?

  If they weren’t leaving for college in two weeks, he could pursue the relationship. As it was, that wasn’t realistic. Their friends who’d graduated the year before, the couples who’d tried to stay together long distance, had all broken up by now. That’s just how it went.

  He couldn’t picture himself with another man. Jordy was the only one he’d ever wanted. Could he go back to dating girls after this?

  What choice did he have?

  Time and distance would make Jordan part of his past. He’d meet a girl he could fall in love with, get married, have a family. Nice and normal. And he’d chalk this experience up to curiosity, a teenage obsession.

  Pain gripped his chest. He’d worried about other men hurting Jordan, when he was using Jordan himself. It didn’t matter if he was acting out of love. This was the last thing Jordan needed. It would have been better to let Jordan go off to Princeton never knowing how he felt, where Jordan would have found a nice guy who wanted to be with him openly, who wasn’t praying that no one would ever find out what they’d done together. Instead, he had given Jordan hope—hope that would leave Jordan pining for him instead of eagerly starting a new life.

  Acid burned his stomach. He had to make this right. Not that he could, without turning back time. He’d have to do the next best thing.

  ***

  Jordan woke with a start, gray shapes unfamiliar around him. The brightening sky through the window reminded him where he was. The cabin. Rick. He couldn’t hold back a grin.

  He reached for Rick but the bed was empty. Probably in the bathroom. Minutes ticked by, and Rick didn’t return. He sat up and let his eyes adjust to the dim light. Rick lay on the couch, asleep with a thin blanket pulled over him.

  His throat tightened. Only one reason Rick would do that—he’d changed his mind, sickened by what they’d done together. Tears came hot and sudden, followed by wracking sobs. Jordan tried to be silent, not wanting Rick to see his shame. Pain seared through him. He was so stupid to think this could turn out any other way.

  He gasped for breath, his chest so tight he could scarcely force his lungs to
expand. Bare feet pattered against the floorboards. The bed springs squeaked, and Rick’s arms encompassed him.

  “Shh, Jordy, don’t cry. I’m a fucking idiot. You’re tearing my heart out.”

  Rage shot through him, restoring his senses. “Get away from me, asshole.”

  Rick pulled back. “I was trying to do the right thing. If I acted like I didn’t care for you, it would be easier for you to forget me.”

  He sat up and whacked him with a pillow. “You’re a shithead.”

  Rick nodded. In the early morning sun, tears glistened on his cheek.

  That vulnerable expression struck him in the gut. The last time he’d seen Rick cry was in second grade, when a fourth grader knocked him down on the playground. Even their freshman year, when Rick broke his nose in a baseball game, he didn’t cry.

  “This weekend was a mistake,” Rick said. “I brought you here to satisfy my curiosity, and I didn’t think how it would affect you. Last night I was going on about how I love you and would never hurt you, but that’s exactly what I’ve done. I’ve been so selfish.”

  “Still a shithead.”

  “I’m not denying it. I screwed up. I’ve never been able to see beyond my own happiness. What you said about me making Cyn unhappy…it’s true. She’s spent three years trying to be a good girlfriend, and what do I do? I pressure her to go down on me, when I won’t return the favor. Just like I’ve been doing with you.”

  He clutched his temples. Rick had the emotional intelligence of a twelve-year-old, but he was sweet and loyal and the best friend Jordan had ever had. Despite his anger, he hated seeing Rick in pain. “You haven’t pressured me to do anything. I made a choice.”

  Rick wiped his tears away. “I don’t know why Cyn put up with me for so long. Things have been falling apart between us since last summer. I destroy everything I touch, Jordy, just like I’m destroying us now.”

  When the fuck did Rick turn into a drama queen?

  Should he point out the obvious—that Rick didn’t want to go down on his girlfriend because he was gay—or let him continue believing he was bisexual? In the state Rick was in, he couldn’t handle any more life-altering revelations.