36. Jordan
Jordan
We’re in our apartment. On the floor in the living room.
We crashed into walls on the stairway to get here, and when we did, we couldn’t work out how to unlock the front door.
Orion is on his back, in my arms, his legs stretched out and knotted around mine.
I pull him up, and myself too, because I want to be in my bed with him.
I only manage to get him halfway up before the need to kiss him gets so strong that I can’t resist the urge to dip my tongue into his mouth again.
We’re both half-sitting, half-sprawled. I’m leaning back against the sofa, and I have my arms locked around him.
He’s looking up at me, and the way he looks is not from this time.
It’s so beautiful that I can’t take my hands off him.
I stroke the backs of my fingers down his cheeks, relishing the sweetness of velvet that turns into sandpaper.
His head becomes heavy in my hands, lolling back as he offers his mouth to me again.
I take it hungrily, kissing him in a way I’m not sure can be classified as kissing anymore.
What’s it called when you want someone so much that you want to be part of them, inside them, under their skin, and you want them to be part of you in exactly the same way? When you want to consume their essence and give them a piece of you they can’t ever give back?
Surely, there has to be a better word for it than kissing?
Whatever it’s called, that’s what we’re doing.
When our tongues touch, energy passes back and forth between us.
His.
Mine.
Ours.
We kiss until our hair is a mess and our shirts are twisted around our torsos. We haven’t undressed because we can’t break our kisses long enough to do so, but I know there’s more I want to do with Orion. I’m aware of it, but dimly.
I crook my right arm at the elbow, and he lies back in the safe place I made for him.
His eyelids are heavy, dark eyes open only a crack, but the warmth that spills out of them is the best thing I’ve seen.
His lips are stained dark. They’re puffy and so goddamn enticing that even as my balls ache and my lower belly begins to cramp with the need for release, I can’t resist leaning down and brushing my lips against his one more time.
One more kiss.
Just one more.
One more.
I’m trapped in a loop I don’t think I’ll ever escape from. I want more, need more, but I can’t stop kissing Orion.
It’s just that he’s perfect. Kissing him is perfect. Holding him is perfect. Looking into his eyes is perfect. Kissing him again is even more perfect.
It’s more than perfect, actually. It’s the hottest, sexiest, sweetest thing that’s ever happened to me.
When we kiss and my lips part, so do Orion’s.
Like magic. Like we’re communicating telepathically.
We’re both overtly aware of what the other one wants and what they’re going to do next.
I part my lips, and he parts his. At the same speed. At the same exact time.
When my tongue inches into his mouth, his rises to greet mine.
When they meet, I see fireworks. No, not fireworks, stars.
I see stars. Three stars, to be exact. Alnitak, Alnilam, and Mintaka.
A neat, tight row of lights. An asterism that hides inconceivable cosmic distances behind captivating sparkles.
Multi-star systems that orbit slowly, glittering brightly as they dance around each other in the dark.
Orion moans when I kiss him deeply and whines when I pull away to look at him.
He’s aching too. He must be because the next time I lean in, he gasps and his hand darts between his legs. He rubs his cock with the heel of his hand and makes soft, sad sounds in my ear.
“Orion,” I say. “Tell me what you need?”
His lips move, but no sound comes out. They move in the shape of letters that spell out, “You.”
I kiss him again. I only mean to stamp my lips against his briefly, but I close my eyes when I do it and accidentally travel intergalactically for a lifetime or two.
“Orion.” I open my eyes again, stretching them wide in an effort to stay focused and in this realm. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”
This time his lips move, and enough air flows over his larynx to give rise to sound. “You.”
Our eyes lock and the truth rests weightlessly between us. An understanding takes shape.
Orion clambers to his feet. I reach for him, intending to follow him to his room, but I’m so stupefied by the sight of the back of him that I slump back against the sofa and stay where I am. I sit on the floor, jaw agape, watching him go.
He comes back seconds later, lube in one hand, condoms in the other.
He drops them on the floor, within reach.
I kick the coffee table out of the way, clearing a large space for us on the rug, and pull a few throw pillows off the sofa.
I prop one under my head before discarding my clothes as quickly as I can.
Orion undresses at the same time, only the way he does it looks a lot less perfunctory.
He loses his top first, unveiling a taut stomach and meaty slabs of muscle on his chest. His nipples are erect.
Small and pink. A decadent treat that makes my mouth water.
He kicks off his shoes and socks before finally lowering his shorts and underwear.
He stands naked, towering above me, as I lie on the floor at his feet. He’s hard. So hard, his dick is dark pink and angry. It makes my mouth water too.
I should be on my knees, in a position of worship, but I’m too dumbstruck to move.
I reach for him, winding a hand around his ankle and guiding him closer to me.
He steps toward me unsteadily, legs shaky as he throws one over me.
He has a foot planted on either side of me, near my hips.
He looks victorious, and nervous, and kissed out of his ever-loving mind.
His eyes are lazy. Hazy. Tracking slowly and getting stuck on various parts of my body as they travel upward. My cock. My chest. My face.
His dick twitches as his eyes move, and fuck me, I’m into that.
I run my hands lightly up his legs, curling my fingers around his Achilles tendons and sliding them slowly up the backs of his calves. I massage the shelves of muscle I find there for a while before letting my fingertips map out a route that flits over the curve of his hamstrings.
Orion’s legs give way, and he sinks down on me, straddling me tentatively.
I pull him down hard, raising my hips at the same time to ensure maximum contact.
We both sigh as the weight of his body settles on mine.
I shift slightly, and my erection finds the warm valley between his cheeks and burrows into it.
Orion’s head is bowed. He’s looking at where we’re touching and smiling.
Not smiling at me, smiling to himself. His right hand uncurls from a loose fist and reaches out hesitantly.
There’s a vague tremor running through it, but despite that, he puts his hand flat on my chest. On my sternum.
At first, his touch is light, but after a second or two, he applies pressure.
His hand moves to the right, fingertips dusting the underside of my pec before drifting over it.
He inhales sharply when he reaches my nipple, and then he smiles to himself again.
The sweetness and intimacy of what’s happening astound me. There’s been a shift. Orion is touching me. He’s seen something he likes, something he wants, and he’s letting himself have it. When we’ve been together before, he’s held this side of himself back.
I didn’t realize it at the time, but now that he’s not holding back anymore, I can tell he’s ready to share more of himself with me this time.
I let him explore, his touch skittish at first but quickly growing in confidence.
When he falters, I put my hand over his and show him my favorite places to be touched.
The side of my neck, from the sensitive point beneath my ear to my collarbone.
A thumb caressing the line of my jaw as fingernails lightly outline my bottom lip.
He watches, rapt, as I show him. After a while, he leans down and chases his light touches with his tongue.
My spine stiffens, arching up hard and reminding me that it’s become urgent that I get inside him.
I cover my fingers in lube and reach between us, finding the decadent heat of him and sinking a finger into it.
He goes still, head tilting back, lips parting as I work him open.
The pressure on my fingers is perfect. The sight of him is perfect. His ass is perfect.
I hold an ass cheek in my hand as I finger him, kneading it gently when I need more access.
He lifts himself up over me, posting onto his knees to give me room as I roll the condom on.
As I do it, a tiny, almost imperceptible grimace flickers around dark, sultry eyes.
It makes me wonder if, like me, he’d prefer me to fuck him raw.
Still, the second my sheathed head squeezes past the dense pressure of his ring, all thoughts of it are forgotten, replaced with white-hot, blistering pleasure.
I hold his hips gently, guiding him onto me without forcing.
The need that’s been building in me for hours, days, weeks, rips through me and obliterates everything that isn’t Orion.
The way he eases me into him should be studied for science.
It’s a winded, wondrous sight. A moment of such extraordinary tenderness that my eyes sting.
At the same time, there’s a base, animalistic side to it that makes my fingers dig into his hips and loosens a guttural groan from low down in my chest cavity.
His mouth is open, eyes unfixed and rolled up at the ceiling, by the time I’m fully seated in him.
Thick, drenching pleasure flows through me.
My dick is alive with sensation. Buzzing.
Vibrating. Orion’s movements don’t exist in a vacuum.
Every movement he makes, every breath he takes travels down him, causing his hole to flutter and clench on my cock.
It’s heaven.
It’s so good that my toes curl and my back arches off the floor.
So good it cuts through the haze of the day, through the lazy goodness of kisses that have slowed my mind up until now.
A surge of adrenaline spikes viciously, propelling my hips upward.
I start to thrust with meaning. Orion meets every one of my thrusts with one of his own.
We move like water, like tides rising and falling.
There’s no thought. No conscious intention of how to move my body or his.
It’s like before, when we were kissing.
It’s magic.
It’s magic and lava. It’s so hot, so perfect, so fucking good that it swallows me whole, not spitting me out until Orion has sprayed his release all over me.
When it happens, I come back to the surface slowly, cock pumping into him with a rampant strength that doesn’t usually belong to me.
The world around me swells and contracts.
Distant galaxies burst to life behind my eyelids, flickering dimly and then flaring to life.
All of it tightens around me as the pressure pulls me under and spits me out.
I come with a cry that shatters life as I knew it.