Chapter 12 #2
“I don’t know, okay?” Jordan replied, sounding frustrated. “Because I don’t know how you feel about all of this.”
“You mean us?” I suggested.
“No, me, and Virgin Mary,” he growled. “Of course, I mean us. I know you have doubts. In fact, you probably regret the entire thing. If you do, just say it. Don’t give me false hope, okay?”
To make my point, I grabbed him by the groin. Just like that. In the middle of Pete’s, in front of anyone who cared to see it. I cupped his semi-hard dick and shut him up.
“Jesus,” Jordan gasped, hyperventilating.
After he got the memo, I pointed a finger at him in warning. “First, I shouldn’t have done this because we’re on duty, but it was either that or kissing you, which is even worse. Second, a slip-up like this can’t happen again, so don’t provoke me. Are we clear on that?”
He nodded, wide-eyed.
“Third, what the fuck about ‘you’re mine’ don’t you understand, Jordan? If you want me to say it in Chinese, I’ll learn the fucking language, but try to pay attention, please. You’re mine. Your ass is mine, and your mouth is mine. In fact, you have been mine since we met. Next question?”
“But you’re straight,” Jordan blurted. “It makes no sense.”
“I don’t know what I am, but you make my dick hard. Next?”
“You hate me!”
That was more difficult to explain.
“You annoy me at times, but pineapple on a pizza also annoys me at times. At other times, I devour it. On a more serious note, I don’t hate you, Jordan. I like you. I think I always have.”
When he got in my face, I blinked in surprise because he looked angry, as if I’d said something bad.
“Listen to me, Markland. If you’re fucking with me, I will shoot you. I have a gun, which I’m authorized to use, and I work for the LD. It means I can kill you and bury the evidence. Do you get what I’m saying?”
I grinned. “Loud and clear. Now stop yapping, or I’ll put another hickey on you, which you won’t be able to hide. Not with concealer, not with paint. Do you get me, princess?”
Finally, Jordan Slade smiled, and it made me feel as if I had won the lottery—ten consecutive times.
“You’re a possessive fuck, Markland. Just tell me what happens next.”
“That’s obvious,” I said. “First, we won’t be meeting John Smith because you made that up, probably because you were jealous.”
“Of whom?” Jordan exclaimed, sounding outraged. “Of what’s-her-name? Oh, please.”
“You know her name, Jordan. Behave. Second, later today, you will come to my place, and I will make you dinner.”
“Oh, the famous dinner,” Jordan mocked me. “Which will prove how great a cook you are.”
“Exactly. And after that dinner, I will ask you to stay the night. For free. I’m not paying you another cent for that sleepover shit. You’re robbing me blind.”
Jordan grinned. “And then?”
“And then,” I said, sipping my drink. “You will find out how it feels to be fucked by a man.”
Jordan
If someone told me that I would find myself in this situation, I would tell him he should have his head examined, but here I was, trying to shove a butt plug into my ass.
It was… not an entirely comfortable endeavor.
First, I wasn’t a small guy or insanely flexible, so this type of bending presented a challenge.
After I finally got the damn thing inside me, I was breathless and sweaty, but my dick was hard as a rock.
It told me I was on the right track, despite the previous “Are you insane?”, “Are you sure?”, and “You can always change your mind”.
My only concern was that the butt plug couldn’t compare to the anaconda in Adam’s pants, so I decided to get some advice and called Luz.
“About time,” Luz said after the first ring. “Please explain your weird behavior and try not to piss me off. Bazooka already did that, so Mr. I’m Always Right now sleeps on the couch.”
I chuckled. “For how long?”
“It started this morning, and it will last until tonight,” Luz replied. “I’m not a monster. What are you doing?”
“Yoga,” I blurted.
It was the only polite activity I could think of instead of saying what I’d really been doing.
“Since when are you into yoga?”
“Since today. Anyway… I have a question.”
“Okay?”
“You’re a bottom, right?”
Luz snorted. “And you call yourself a detective.”
“It was a rhetorical question and a segue into another question. Anyway, how do you deal with the proportions of the… you know what?”
“If you’re asking me what I think you’re asking me, my answer is happily,” Luz mocked me. “Why the sudden interest in my sex life?”
“No, it’s… for the case I’m working on.”
“Which case?” he said, sounding suspicious.
“There’s a case where this guy… let’s say the potential victim is gay. And this other dude is, like, insanely well-proportioned, right? So, this potential victim has concerns about his… anal safety.”
“I’m going out on a limb here, but does this have anything to do with Adam Markland?”
“Maybe?” I squeaked.
“Jordie, please don’t tell me you have been doing sexual stuff with Adam Markland.”
“I have been doing sexual stuff with Adam Markland.”
“And you’re considering letting him near your ass.”
“I’m considering letting him near my ass.”
“Didn’t I teach you anything?” Luz shrieked. “What have I been telling you about protecting your heart? What have I said about associating with Adam Markland? It’s a bad, bad idea, because he’s a bad, bad man.”
“Not so long ago, someone was sobbing into my pillow because the man of his dreams didn’t want him,” I reminded him. “And what are these two doing now?”
“Getting married,” Luz admitted. “But it was different with Bazooka and me. He’s not an asshole.”
“Well, neither is Adam,” I stated. “You don’t know him. I don’t think anyone knows him. There’s more to him than what meets the eye.”
“Then you should have your eyes checked,” Luz countered. “By the way, did you call yourself gay? Or did I hear you wrong?”
“No. I mean, I am. Or I think I am,” I mused. “I mean, I’m gay around him so… I guess I am.”
Luz let out a heavy sigh before speaking.
“Okay, look… As far as your sexuality is concerned, you’ll figure it out. It’s normal to feel confused, so give yourself some time. As far as that other thing… I’ll try to say this without imagining that jerk anywhere near you or your ass, but it will fit, okay? You don’t have to worry about that.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive. Did he have anal sex before?”
“I don’t know.”
“It doesn’t matter. I saw him handling his gun, and that guy is good with his hands. That’s the only credit I’ll give him for the time being. For the record, I still think this will bite you in the ass, and I don’t mean it literally. When are you seeing him?”
“Tonight. He’s going to cook us dinner.”
“He can cook? Like something other than eggs?”
“I didn’t believe it either, but I guess I’ll find out. I’ll send you a pic.”
“Do that. I’ll definitely need proof.”
“I also tried that butt plug thingie,” I whispered. “Not bad. Not bad at all. It seemed stuck in my ass for a moment, but it was only my nerves.”
Luz groaned. “Too much information, Jordie.”
“I kinda liked it. I mean, being stuffed like that.”
“Okay, I’m hanging up.”
After that little chat, I took a shower and spent half an hour trying to decide what to wear.
When Adam texted me his address, I breathed a sigh of relief.
So, he didn’t change his mind. Should I, though?
I feared that visiting him would jeopardize our fragile friendship.
Was it even friendship? Connection? Codependency?
Plain, old sexual attraction? Despite all that, not going wasn’t an option, so I left my apartment and all the doubts behind me.
When I finally reached Adam’s building, I was a bundle of nerves.
My shirt, which I thought looked good on me, seemed wrinkled.
The wine I bought wasn’t expensive enough, and the lube in my back pocket began to seem like a bad idea.
The only thing I knew, the only thing I kept repeating to myself in my head was, play it cool.
When Adam opened the door, sporting gray sweatpants, a plain white T-shirt, and a semi, reality sank in.
It was really happening. We were really doing this.
His blue gaze held a challenge, as if we were playing a weird game of gay chicken, one waiting for the other to change his mind.
He was also sexy, barefoot, and he smelled like shampoo.
“I thought you weren’t gonna come,” he said, smirking.
“I thought you weren’t gonna let me in,” I blurted. “Here.”
I handed him the wine, passing by him as he closed the door behind us.
“Thank you. Make yourself at home.”
After he disappeared into the apartment, I tossed the lube behind a potted plant in the hallway. Why? In case he decided to call off the sex thing, I could pretend I wasn’t planning it either.
I was still standing there when Adam reappeared.
“Are you coming in or running away?” he said, giving me a once-over. “You look cute, by the way. Did you dress up for me?”
I flipped him off, walked up to him, and kissed his arrogant mouth.
Fuck playing it cool. He was getting on my nerves.
The moment our lips touched, I found myself pinned to the wall.
His hips pressed against mine, giving me a taste of what I was hopefully getting inside me later.
My dick thickened in my pants, digging the idea.
“You missed me, huh?” Adam murmured, licking parts of my tongue that I didn’t know existed. “That’s nice to know.”
I broke the kiss, breathless and nervous. “Are you going to feed me, or what?”
He grinned, hooking his fingers around the rim of my jeans and pulling me after him.
“After me, sweetcheeks.”