22. Orion
Orion
It’s the worst idea I’ve ever heard. Jordan offering to fuck me is the most preposterous suggestion he’s come up with since I met him, and that’s saying something. It’s so crazy that I hardly have words to describe how crazy it is.
It’s obviously not going to happen. It would be a huge mistake. It would be the biggest mistake imaginable. Jordan freaked out when he found out I was gay. Imagine how he’ll react if he puts his dick in me.
It would be a disaster.
Unfortunately, knowing that hasn’t done a thing to stop me from thinking about it.
I’ve thought about it on repeat pretty much every second since he brought it up.
I couldn’t sleep because I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and I couldn’t concentrate in class today.
I didn’t taste my breakfast or lunch. I hardly even appreciated it when Jordan put my cereal—and his—in the bowl before the milk.
I’ve limped through the day, assaulted by an incessant loop of X-rated imagery of Jordan and me together.
Both of us naked, moving in time with each other.
Him and me. His body and mine, joined exactly the way I’ve always wanted them to be.
My legs open. My mind too. Him taking me.
Blasting through my defenses and fucking me until I get over my obsession with him.
The worst of it is that I haven’t been able to use Reality to keep any of this at bay because Jordan offered to do it. He brought this harebrained idea to life. Him, not me.
He said he’d do it aloud, not in one of my fantasies.
He said it, and I swear to God, he looked like he meant it.