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Dexter took a brief shower and washed out his hair. When he got out, Jordan was finishing setting up the bed, with fresh ice packs, double bagged in case they leaked in the night. Jordan looked up from the bed. Dexter was standing in the doorway, towel held in front of himself, concealing and yet leaving the lines of his body clear. Jordan had seen him only an hour before, but now he studied him with a different intent.
"What do you want me to do?" Jordan asked. He needed to know where he stood and what Dexter's expectations were. The $40 on the table now seemed unspeakably crass. He couldn't possibly take it back, but leaving it there made anything between them seem like a transaction.
"Just… sleep with me?" Dexter walked over to his closet and, with a furtive glance back at Jordan, hung the towel on the doorknob with false casualness, leaving himself entirely naked to Jordan's eyes. He was nervous. "I've never just slept with anyone before." He pulled a t-shirt out of the closet and tried to pull it on using only the one arm.
Jordan came over and helped him. "Never?"
"No."
Jordan looked at him blankly, not sure what to make of that.
Dexter's eyes dodged to the side and he faded away from Jordan, who was standing right next to him. "I have… memories… of when…" He glanced back at Jordan, uneasy.
Jordan swallowed and his face softened. "Of when you were a kid?"
Dexter nodded unevenly. "I… just…" He searched Jordan's face. "Hold me? That's all. Unless you want more."
Jordan chuckled and reached up behind Dexter's neck, pulling him down slowly. "That's fine. You're too hurt for me to do anything with you." He kissed him briefly. "But don't imagine for a second I don't want to."
Jordan kissed him again. "Is that what you sleep in?" He gestured at the t-shirt with nothing else on. Dexter nodded. Jordan chuckled and moved away, undressing. "That's funny. I tend to do the opposite - I wear underwear, but no shirt."
"That is funny." Dexter hobbled to the bed and watched the show. Jordan laughed once he realized he was being ogled. Dexter looked away shyly, but the moment Jordan looked elsewhere, his eyes came back.
Jordan climbed in bed next to him, on his right side. "You're going to have to sleep on your back, okay?" Dexter nodded and arranged the ice packs. Jordan turned on his left and gently ran his fingers up and down Dexter's right forearm. The taller man turned his head and their eyes met. Jordan kept doing it, touching him, looking at him and doing nothing else, as long minutes passed.
Finally Dexter asked, "What time do you have to leave?"
"I go to work at eight. They're doing rotating shifts right now. They just had two people quit."
"Eight in the morning?" Jordan nodded. Dexter rolled his eyes and made a frustrated noise. "You won't get more than five hours of sleep!"
"I wouldn't miss this for any amount of sleep," Jordan said very seriously, capturing Dexter's gaze again. "What time do you work?"
"The shop doesn't open until noon on Saturdays. We're only open until four. I need to set the alarm for you."
Jordan rolled away preemptively. "Let me." He did, and when he settled back, he curled his arm around Dexter's, rested his cheek against his shoulder, and let the day slowly catch up to him.
The alarm was a cruel reminder of the outside world. It took Jordan a moment to place the unfamiliar buzzing, different from the beeping of his own. He struggled with the device, turned it off, and made use of Dexter's bathroom. Before he left, he replaced the ice packs and brought Dex more pain pills. He paused to steal a kiss from the sleepy man. Jordan whispered against his mouth, "I get off work at four."
He waited while Dexter slowly processed this. The other man just looked at him, brows drawn slightly together. Jordan kicked himself again. This was why they'd drifted apart right after the incident. Jordan was expecting an invitation back and Dexter was… whatever was going on in his head, he wanted Jordan back but he wasn't saying it. So Jordan did. "Can I come back? I'll bring you dinner."
Dexter scoffed and kissed him, pushing him away playfully after. "You don't have to bring me dinner."
"But I can bring myself?"
"Oh god yes, Jordan. Please." His voice took on a pleading quality, making it clear how much he wanted that.
Jordan smiled. "Good. And I'll bring you dinner."
"Hey!" Dexter called out as Jordan began to leave. He came back. Dexter said, "There's some money on the table there. Use that for dinner."
Jordan hesitated, then nodded. "I'll do that. Thanks."
There was more money there than the Chinese take-out was going to cost, so Jordan swung by a grocery store first and bought some staples that he'd noticed were missing from Gabriel's kitchen. And he bought a few cans of salmon - might as well. His knock was answered promptly. Dexter still limped, but it was much less pronounced and he moved his left arm more freely. He still had a knot over his eye, but the marks on his jaw had turned into simple bruises.
Jordan off-loaded his packages on the kitchen counter and dug a packet out. "Here. More pills. I didn't know what you had around here."
"Thanks." Dexter took them while Jordan put away the perishables. They sat down together at the kitchen table to eat dinner.
"How are you feeling?" Jordan asked.
"Better. My head isn't ringing anymore. Like you saw, I can walk." He moved his left arm gingerly. "Unfortunately, I'm left handed." He managed eating right-handed well enough, but there was no way he was going to be using chopsticks.
"It might be a few days," Jordan said, meaning how long it would take the soreness to fade.
"I don't want to wait that long," Dexter said fervently.
Jordan blinked up at him, then realized what he might mean. He smiled. "Okay. You don't have to wait that long then."
"Thank you," Dexter said, heartfelt.
"Show me what I've been missing," Dexter said, in a low, throaty purr, once they were in the bedroom.
"Heh," Jordan shook his head. "I'm the one who's missed out." He undressed himself, then tried to help Dexter do the same. It was a little difficult with the way the other man kept running his hands over him and dipping his head forward to steal kisses against Jordan's forehead and cheeks. Jordan was determined though and soon enough they were both naked.
Dexter climbed on the bed and leaned back, bringing his knees up and splaying them slightly in an obvious invitation. "What do you want?"
Jordan reached over and pushed Dexter's knees back together. "I want to look at you while you come inside me." He watched the other man's face as attentively as he watched his patients for signs of discomfort or stress, when he read from them their true condition rather than the words they used, so often inaccurately, to describe it. Dexter nodded, thinking about Jordan's request. Jordan expected that the other man had been the receiver far more often than the pitcher, though he had no doubt some customers requested that too. It hadn't been part of what Dexter offered the night before, though.
Dexter spread his legs again anyway and reached out with his right arm to pull Jordan in over him. He wrapped his arm around him and cradled the back of Jordan's head, guiding him to his mouth. They kissed and Dexter let his tongue tease along Jordan's lips for the first time. Jordan shifted, parting, letting him in. He held himself up with one hand next to Dexter's head and let the other caress his face, then his neck. There was so much behind them and between them. Every touch was loaded with meaning and significance and he knew Dexter felt that too. It was behind every cautious move and how closely he was watching Jordan even now.
Jordan let his hand drop further, fingertips exploring Dexter's chest as their tongues twined and danced. Dexter moaned softly and put his left leg down, leaving his right up and rubbing his foot up and down the back of Jordan's thigh. Jordan kissed over his cheek to his ear, sucking at it and nibbling, feeling Dexter arch into him - the almost electric sensation as their cocks met one another in a fleeting contact. Dexter canted his hips and repeated his motion, obviously seeking that out again.
Jordan lowered himself to make it easier, then began to make the thrusts himself. Dexter's right hand slipped down to cup Jordan's backside, pulling him against him, getting even more contact until they were pressed fully against one another, rubbing. His hand kneaded the flesh of Jordan's ass.
"I want this," Dexter breathed. "I want you. Jordan."
Jordan nodded, working down the other man's throat, mouthing and kissing, laving him with his tongue. Dexter's hand left Jordan's back to scratch all the way up his side, dull fingernails biting in hard enough to make Jordan cry out suddenly and jerk up. "OW!"
Dexter grinned, open-mouthed, at the reaction. His hand moved slowly to the back of Jordan's head. "Come here?" He tugged on him gently and Jordan went, giving in to it. Jordan kissed him hard and passionately, not caring now if the press of his face hurt the other man.
Dexter made a deep guttural sound and shifted under him, rolling them abruptly, wincing as he did it. Jordan ended up on the bottom. After a moment of hesitation, he wiggled his hips and spread his legs, reversing their previous pose. Jordan had wondered if that was going to happen, or if Dex would just disregard his preference. He was okay with either, but if he was going to be asked his preference, then denied, he would have at least appreciated being told. Now he was going to get what he'd asked for.
Dexter hesitated, then crawled awkwardly to the nightstand and grabbed the lube. He returned and rocked back on his knees between Peter's legs. For a moment, he just admired the view. Peter grinned back at him and reached down to lazily stroke himself.
"Mm," Dexter said, eyebrows rising. He slicked his fingers with lube. Watching as Jordan pulled and tugged, then raised his eyes to meet Jordan's. His right hand found where it needed to be, rubbing slowly, finding where the body yielded to pressure, watching Jordan's face as he probed him.
He slid one finger in and watched as Jordan's brows rose slightly and his breathing sped up. Dexter slid it in and out for a moment, then hooked it upwards in a come hither motion within Jordan's body. He could see when he'd hit the right spot. Jordan's mouth fell open and he blinked as his eyes glazed. Dexter stroked that spot, watching as Jordan's hand moved faster on himself, gripping more firmly.
He massaged his knuckles against Jordan's opening, then worked in a second finger and went back to that oh-so-responsive spot. Jordan made a soft whining sound and shut his eyes for several moments, wallowing in the sensation. When he opened his eyes again, he said, "Oh, Dex, fuck me. Please."
"I thought you'd never ask."
"What?" Jordan said, flabbergasted. As if it wasn't clear…?
Dexter grinned. "Just a figure of speech. Give me that pillow." Jordan handed it to him and he arranged it under the man's rear. He slid his fingers back inside. "I just want to make sure you're still ready."
"I want you! Yes, I'm ready! Please fuck me."
Dexter pulled his fingers out, making Jordan's entire body twitch. He positioned himself and nudged in. Jordan shoved down on him faster than Gabriel would have gone. He was hungry for it, desperate to have something to take the place of those fingers. Jordan wrapped his legs around the small of Dexter's back and for a moment he hesitated, looking up into the man's face. He was inside of him. Dexter was inside of him. He was about to fuck him.
He didn't know if Dexter realized the same thing, or if he just paused because Jordan did. Jordan reached up and let his fingertips brush the side of Dexter's face. "Thank you," he breathed.
Dexter leaned in and kissed him, letting the motion drive the last two inches of cock inside of Jordan's body. Jordan arched under him and he pressed his mouth down hard against him, beginning his thrusts slowly and shallowly at first. Jordan plunged his tongue into his mouth and tightened his legs around him. He ran one hand into Dexter's hair and made a tight fist, while the other wrapped around his shoulder and pulled him into him, encouraging and urging him on.
In case that wasn't enough (and Dexter was picking up speed admirably), Jordan said when they parted, "Come on! Harder! Faster! Come on!" He clenched their bodies together like he had no intention of ever letting go. Dexter rose to the challenge, slamming into him enthusiastically, putting his whole body into it and riding Jordan hard. Jordan pulled up his knees further until every motion was prodding against his prostate, driving him higher and higher. He hung on the precipice of orgasm for what seemed like forever, his cock trapped between their bodies, rubbed constantly by their motion, Dexter's dick deep inside him driving him crazy, his mouth on his, stifling his moans and restricting his breath.
Jordan arched into him strongly and came, bucking like he was trying to throw him off, but clinging at the same time. Jordan pushed away as soon as he was able, both hands on either side of Dexter's chest. He held him up where he could see his face, where he could watch as the aftershocks of Jordan's orgasm pulled Dexter over the top moments later. Jordan sagged back to the bed and let Dexter collapse on top of him, panting like he'd run a marathon.
"You, baby… oh, baby," Jordan crooned, filled with happiness, still filled with cock - what a wonderful way to be. He hugged Dexter to him, with his arms and legs both.
Dexter said, still trying to catch his breath, "God, I'm blown. It's a lot easier just to get fucked."
Jordan laughed. Dexter pulled back and looked at him, uncertain, maybe a little hurt. He didn't like being laughed at. Jordan pulled him in for a kiss immediately and when they parted said right away, "That was great! That was fantastic! You're the best." Seeing that had soothed Dexter's ego sufficiently, Jordan relaxed against the bed again. "You let me take care of you, babe, I'll get you off the drugs, fatten you up a little bit, maybe go to the gym… and we'll fuck every single night until you have lots and lots of stamina in bed!"
Now Dexter laughed, and buried his face against Jordan's neck. "You're on!"
-Dexter
Where's Foster in all this??
ReplyDeleteDexter didn't really put that into consideration, but it's okay now.
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