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really."
Davis's blue eyes were level. "I won't even
reference the utter stupidity of someone finding you boring.
But why are you sleeping on the couch instead of in this
bed?"
That was a hard one to answer, and Jordan thought
about it before speaking. "I think because, even though the
relationship wasn't perfect, there used to be someone in the
bed besides me. Someone warm, someone who, at one
point, would hold me and let me hold him. That's kind of a
big thing, you know? Having someone trust you enough to
let you hold them while they're sleeping?" He looked away.
"That's what I miss. And now, the bed just seems& huge.
Like I'm lost in it. I guess that sounds dumb."
"No." He looked back to find Davis watching him,
his eyes level, the expression in them solemn. "It doesn't
sound dumb at all. I understand completely. A person can
feel lost in a bed, even if they aren't in it alone." They
stared at each other for several seconds then Davis held out
his hand. "Come here."
Jordan turned and moved up the bed, taking Davis's
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hand as he did. Tugging gently, Davis pulled him onto his
chest, angling his head. Their faces were only inches apart,
so close that Jordan could see each individual lash and the
flecks of darker cobalt in his blue eyes, so close he could
feel Davis's breath against his lips. Davis lifted his free
hand and cupped Jordan's cheek, and Jordan leaned into the
touch. He felt Davis's thumb brush his lower lip, and his
mouth fell open when he caught his breath.
"I cannot imagine," Davis murmured, his eyes
moving over each of Jordan's features, "how you could not
know how desirable you are." His hand slid from Jordan's
face to the back of his neck, and he gently pulled him in to
a soft, searching kiss.
Jordan sighed into Davis's mouth, his body
malleable, his lips parting further to allow Davis's tongue
into his mouth. Davis didn't plunder; he didn't have to. The
slow caress of his lips, the gentle sweeping curl of his
tongue around Jordan's, was infinitely more effective than a
frontal assault. Jordan felt his cock stretch and fill,
hardening, the tip pressing into the front of his boxers.
When Davis leaned forward, Jordan rolled to his back
under the subtle pressure, his hand lifting to Davis's neck,
his fingers spreading as he slipped them up into the soft
weight of his blond hair. It felt cool between his fingers.
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Davis kissed him for a long time. The hand holding
Jordan's finally slipped away to slide down his side to his
hip, the other remained curled around his nape. Davis took
the lead as their tongues moved together, their mouths
open, heads angling first one way, then the other, and
Jordan was happy to let him. When Davis's mouth finally
slipped away to slide across his jaw, then down to his
throat, Jordan sighed and arched into it. Davis's lips opened
over a sensitive place on the side of his neck and Jordan felt
his teeth graze his skin. His mouth moved further, over a
sharp collar bone, along the curve of Jordan's pectoral
muscle before arriving at his nipple. Davis swirled his
tongue around the responsive flesh, the center contracting
into a tight nub, and then nipped it with his teeth. Jordan
gasped, his hips shifting restlessly.
"Like that?" Davis murmured into his skin, looking
up Jordan's body.
"Oh, yeah," Jordan breathed. "A lot." Davis smiled.
"Good to know." With that he moved to the other
nipple, and took it between his lips, sucking hard, and
Jordan arched his back with a soft moan. Davis's hand slid
from Jordan's hip to the front of his boxers, finding and
squeezing his erection, and he made a sound of satisfaction
in his throat. "You really do like this," Davis teased, licking
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Jordan's nipple.
"I told you I did," he said, his voice breathy.
"I seem to remember you liking something else,
too."
He gave Jordan a teasing smile, then dragged his
tongue down the center of his stomach, pausing to slip it
into Jordan's navel, then sliding down to the waist band of
his boxers. Davis hooked his fingers in the elastic and
pulled them down, freeing him, and he took Jordan's cock
unhesitatingly into his mouth.
Jordan's toes curled and he fisted his fingers in
Davis's hair. Davis's mouth was a miracle around his
swollen flesh, hot and wet, his cheeks hollowing as he
sucked. Jordan looked down into Davis's face, the full lips
pulled tight around his prick, the blond hair spilling over
his forehead. His eyes were shining as he looked up at him
and simultaneously pushed Jordan's boxers down to his
feet. Jordan kicked them away and spread his legs when
Davis urged him to with a soft press of his hand.
The next few minutes were a blur of sensation for
Jordan. He desperately wanted to watch as Davis moved his
mouth up and down his length, now shining with his saliva,
his long fingers alternately stroking his cock and carefully
fondling his balls, but it was hard for him to keep his eyes
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open. Jordan's breath had grown short, and the hand not on
Davis's head was fisted in the sheets, pulling against them,
his knuckles white.
Davis lifted his head, allowing Jordan's stiff cock to
slip from his mouth and slap wetly against his lower belly,
his hand still cupping and squeezing his balls.
"You have lube and condoms?" he asked. Jordan
blinked. He couldn't believe he'd forgotten condoms: it was
unlike him to be careless, but he'd been so aroused before,
so desperate& he threw his arm out toward the nightstand.
His knuckles connected painfully with the wood, and he
hissed even as he scrabbled to get the drawer open, finally
curling his fingers around the slender blue bottle and a
small foil packet. He shoved the bottle toward Davis, who
took it was a smile in his eyes. Jordan went up onto his
elbows as Davis uncapped the bottle and poured some of
the lube in his hand, and watched in fascination as he
slicked his fingers and reached behind himself. He watched
Davis's eyes flutter closed and his elbow begin to move,
and he caught his breath and his cock throbbed when he
realized that he was preparing himself.
"Davis." His voice sounded raw, but Davis heard
him and looked up, blue eyes wide. "How do you think
you're going to manage that? You can't bend your knee."
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Davis smiled slowly. "I can lay on my stomach,
Jordan. Won't have to bend my knee for that."
"That won't be much fun for you."
Davis laughed breathlessly. "Oh, you'd be
surprised." He shifted up Jordan's body, his slick hand
curling around Jordan's cock, his chest pressing against his.
He kissed Jordan slowly, shifting his face to whisper next
to his ear. "We'll put a pillow under my hips," he said, his
tongue touching Jordan's lobe. "With your cock up my ass,
fucking me into the pillow? Trust me. To me, that's the
very definition of fun."
Davis reached for a pillow, but Jordan caught his
wrist in his hand. Davis looked into his face.
"I want to be able to see you," Jordan said, his
thumb skating over Davis's pulse point. "I want to look into
your eyes."
Davis frowned slightly, glancing down at the brace.
"But, I can't& "
"No," Jordan agreed. "But I can. Lay down on your
back."
Davis stared at him for another moment, rolling
slowly onto his back, his expression watchful. Jordan
kissed him, running his hand down the muscular body, and
hooking his thumb under the waistband of the tight black
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briefs. Pulling them down and maneuvering them over the
brace, he tossed them away. Sitting up, Jordan straddled
Davis's thighs and searched the bedding for the condom
he'd dropped. When he found it, he tore the packet open
and, his eyes lifting to catch and hold Davis', he rolled the
tight latex down his swollen prick then reached for the
bottle of lube.
He uncapped it with a sharp click and poured some
into his hand, the clear gel cool in his palm. The first
handful he used to reach down and coat Davis's hard cock
in several long, slow strokes, the second he used to slick his
own fingers. He rose up onto his knees, and bracing himself
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