Jamie

Although it was just after nine o'clock, Tim went to bed to read, leaving me alone with Jordan who quickly went to work on these brownies. He clearly had done this many times before, spreading the cannabis trim out on a baking sheet.

"You bake it for forty-five to fifty minutes," he explained. "After that, you melt some butter and mix it in and cook for another forty-five minutes. After that, you mix it in with the brownie mix and eggs and bake for twenty-five to thirty minutes. It's a long process." He placed the cookie sheet in the oven and let the oven door close with a bang.

"What do we do while we wait?" I asked, curious as to what his suggestion would be.

"Go swimming," he said. Was he serious? Yes, by the expression on his face I knew he was serious.

"Uh...Jordan...I don't think that's a very good idea," I said, remembering what happened earlier in the day and how embarrassed he was about it. Ignoring my comment, he left the kitchen and went outside, heading directly to the pool.

Jordan was already in the water by the time I reached the pool deck. All of his clothes were in a pile with his phone on top, the alarm set for forty minutes. Although he didn't say anything when he saw me, I noticed a flirtatious smirk, like he dared me to take off my clothes. I had no problem taking off my clothes, especially since I liked him looking at me. Shedding all my clothes, I jumped in beside him.

Jordan immediately splashed me, not wasting any time. "Who did you play with before I came around?" I asked in-between splashes, but he chose not to answer me, disappearing under the water. I didn't trust him, expecting anything at any moment. Sure enough, he kicked me in the ass and swam away before I got a chance to catch him. He was a fast swimmer.

Swimming on his back, he kicked the water, splashing my face. I caught his ankle, but quickly released him, not wanting him to freak out and run off. Instead, I leaned against the side of the pool, letting my legs float in front of me.

"Jordan..." I said, getting his attention. "Is this the first summer you've had someone to play with?"

"I'm too old to play," he said.

"No one's too old to play," I said. "But you're young. Okay, okay, you're not a kid, but you're still only nineteen. You shouldn't be alone all the time." He swam to me and leaned against the side of the pool beside me, copying my movements, letting his legs float.

"I've had problems playing with other kids," he said, which was exactly what Tim said.

"But you're not a kid," I said. Jordan swam away from me, only to return a few minutes later, bobbing up between my ankles. He went under water, then up again, approaching me little by little. Standing between my thighs, he decided to squirt a mouthful of pool water in my face. "Disgusting," I said as he laughed. As he was just about to do it again, I squeezed his cheeks, tilting his head to the side, forcing the water out. I actually didn't find it all that disgusting. "How would you like it if I did that to you?" I asked.

"I wouldn't care," he said, taking my legs and wrapping them around his body. My ankles hooked behind his thighs.

"Oh yeah? You don't even like to be touched," I said.

"You're touching me now," he said.

"No I'm not," I said. "You're touching me." Standing directly in front of me, he fingered the bite marks on my shoulder. I was grateful Tim didn't notice it earlier.

"Sorry I bit you," he said. "I used to get in trouble at school for biting other kids."

"I can believe it," I said as he continued to touch my shoulder, staring down at it. As he took one step closer to me, I let go of him, dropping my feet to the floor of the pool. We were getting too close. Unable to resist, I brought my fingers to his wet curls. He liked it when I played with his hair. "What are you doing?" I asked with his eyes still looking down and at my shoulder. He was driving me crazy. I brought my hands to his waist. My hands soon shifted to his lower back. I was touching him and he didn't say anything, not even as I squeezed his ass. He just bit his lower lip, his face against my neck. Oh boy.

"It's happening again," he said.

"Yeah, I can feel it," I said as his cock bounced against my thigh. With one small move, my cock bounced against his. Gasping, he backed away. "Sorry," I said although I wasn't really that sorry. I wanted him more than anything. He swam away, quickly getting out of the pool. "Wait, Jordan," I said. Pulling up his boxers, he looked over and at me in the pool.

"The alarm's going off," he said. Had it already been forty minutes? "Hurry up."

In the water, I waited a few minutes, finishing what Jordan started. I felt like a hormonal teenager.

Jordan was already in the kitchen by the time I got back. Tim was there, too, and they were having some kind of brotherly argument. Apparently Tim had already started to melt the butter. "Get out," Jordan said. "You always do it wrong."

"What's so hard about melting butter?" Tim said.

"You burn it and then the brownies taste funny," he said, opening the oven to take out the baked cannabis. "Get out. You're supposed to be reading, anyway."

"What are you doing swimming at ten o'clock at night, anyway?" Tim said, giving me an annoyed look. Jordan combined the cannabis with the butter.

"Maybe you should lighten up a little," I said to Tim.

"Don't you start," Tim said.

"Leave us alone," Jordan said, stirring the butter. "You gotta keep stirring it." I stood beside Jordan, Tim on the other side of him so Jordan was in the middle. "Right now I'm about to tell you both to fuck off." I let out a laugh because I had never heard Jordan swear before.

"Was that really necessary?" Tim said. Jordan shot him an evil look. "Fine, I'm going." Since he wanted us both to "fuck off," I decided it was best if I left, too. Jordan's eyes followed me out of the kitchen. Tim went straight to his room and I went straight to the bathroom to take a shower.

As I opened the bathroom door to go to my room, I ran into Jordan who was apparently waiting for me. "Why aren't you stirring your butter?" I asked.

"Are you coming back down?" he asked.

"I didn't think you wanted me to," I said.

"Come on," he said and went back down the stairs. After I threw on a clean pair of shorts, I went back downstairs. Jordan had turned off his headphones, letting the music on his phone play. "She is benediction..." Patti Smith sang. "She is addicted to he. She is the root connection and she is connecting with me..."

Jordan sang the next line, dancing at the stove. "Here I go and I don't know why. I spin so ceaselessly. Could it be he's taking over me..." He glanced at me as I joined him in song. "I'm dancing barefoot. Headed for a spin. Some strange music drags me in. It makes me come up like some heroine." Standing behind him, I held his waist as he moved in time to the music. I was taking a chance because I knew Tim would have a fit if he saw the two of us doing this. It was almost eleven and we were making brownies (even though Tim wanted them), literally dancing barefoot in the kitchen.

"Wanna stir the eggs in with the brownie mix?" he said.

"Sure," I said, breaking away from him. Standing beside him at the counter, I cracked a couple of eggs in a bowl and dumped the brownie mix in.

"I've never danced with anyone before," he said, staring down at the melted butter.

"That's too bad. You're a good dancer," I said. He shrugged, something he did a lot. He didn't like the way I was mixing so he took over. When everything was all mixed together, Jordan poured it in a pan and dropped it in the oven.

"Now we wait twenty-five minutes or so," he said and sat down at the kitchen table. We sat in comfortable silence, listening to Jordan's Patti Smith playlist. He tapped his fingers to the music on the table. After approximately twenty-five minutes, Jordan took the pan out and admired his work for a few seconds. "We're supposed to wait for them to cool down before cutting them, but I like to test it first." He cut out a corner piece. Catching me by surprise, he shoved a piece in my mouth.

"It's good," I said, which was the truth. Actually, it was amazing. I cut out a small piece and fed it to him. He was nothing like the boy I first met or maybe this was really him and no one knew it. We fed each other a few more pieces until we glanced at the clock. It was close to midnight. Jordan led me up the stairs, the brownies making us feel pretty good. Instead of going to the bathroom to brush his teeth and get ready for bed or go to his own room, he went right to my room, or the room I was staying in for the summer.

"Uh...Jordan...what are you doing?" I asked. He didn't say anything, crawling into my bed. "Jordan, you can't sleep in my bed. Tim would fucking kill me." Jordan yawned and closed his eyes. I knew it was too late; he was asleep by the time I made it to bed.

A/N

I'm having a lot of fun writing this story. Please vote if you like it!