Jamie

Jordan had never been to a club in his entire life. He hadn't been many places. Like Tim, I was a little nervous with how he was going to do, but I never let on I was nervous or worried. I could tell Jordan was excited because he dressed up for the occasion, wearing a red t-shirt and jeans. Red was a good color for him. And he looked great in jeans. I had never seen him wear them before. He even wore socks with his black Chucks.

The band had just gone on when we arrived around 9:30. Music blared and the smell of sweat and beer permeated the small club. Jordan's eyes widened and he squeezed my hand tighter, a sign he was stressed or overwhelmed, but he didn't run away.

"Is this a gay bar?" Jordan asked loudly in my ear, holding my hand, keeping me close to him.

"Yes, it is," I said.

"Okay. Good," he said and pulled me to him to kiss me full on my mouth. I loved his long, lingering kisses that made me want to kiss him forever and all over. "Thank you for taking me out," he said in my ear as he hugged me. He held me close to him, swaying to the music.

He really liked the music, but he hated it when people bumped into him, which happened often since the club was so crowded. His entire body tensed whenever anyone so much as rubbed lightly against his elbow. He'd jerk his arm away as if someone really hurt him. To get away from the people near the small stage, we ended up standing against the back wall, his hand clenched tightly in mine.

"Are you sure you don't want to go?" I asked in his ear, holding his hand with one hand and a beer with the other.

"No, I like this song," he said as Transmission played. He said that about every song, though. Standing in the back of the room, he stared at the cover band, mesmerized and intently focused.

Everything was more or less under control so Tim didn't have to text me or him every ten minutes. He was a little overbearing at times; caring but overbearing and overprotective. Jordan let go of my hand, bringing his arm around my waist. Even with such minimal expression, I could tell he was having a good time. Having gotten to know him pretty well over the past two months, I realized he had this ability to communicate with his eyes despite his difficulty with making eye contact with other people.

Around midnight, Jordan headed to the door, pulling me along with him. The summer night air actually felt really good.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"Yes," he said. "Stop asking me that. I just want to go home." Apparently Jordan had had enough.

Kelly's car was still in the driveway by the time we got back to the house at one in the morning. Because she was still there and the house was dark, I assumed she was staying over.

"Has Tim ever had a girl stay over before?" I asked.

"Yes," he said. "But he thinks I never knew."

Up until recently, I never understood why Tim was so secretive about his girlfriends. But after I witnessed Jordan's reactions toward Kelly, I understood why. He didn't want to share Tim with anyone. They were both as bad as each other. I was hoping he'd go to England, not just because of me, but it was his chance to separate from Tim who had been by his side almost day in and day out since he was born. It was Jordan's decision to make, though, and not mine.

At first the house was dark, but as we made our way up the walkway, a light flickered on upstairs. Jordan sighed, texting someone whom I presumed was Tim. The light instantly turned off.

"What'd you text him?" I asked.

"Nothing," Jordan said with a sheepish grin.

"Tell me," I said, nudging his shoulder with mine. "What'd you text him?"

"Nothing," he said again. "It's between brothers." I wasn't exactly sure what that meant, but decided not to prod any further.

Once in his room, Jordan threw himself on his bed, fully clothed and fully exhausted. He more or less fell asleep instantly. As he lay on his stomach, I removed his shoes and socks for him.

"Goodnight," I whispered in his ear. He muttered something indiscernible back to me. I kissed the top of his head before I went to sleep on my bed, the air mattress.

***

Waking from a sound sleep, Jordan scared the crap out of me, sitting on my stomach, staring down at me as if he had been watching me for awhile.

"Shit, Jordan, what the hell are you doing?" I said. As I came to my senses, I discovered Jordan was naked, seemingly waiting for me to wake up. His hair was damp so either he went for an early morning swim or he had a shower. Since he didn't smell of chlorine, but of body wash, I concluded that he had taken a shower. "You took a shower," I said. "I'm impressed."

"I'm not as disgusting as you think I am," he said.

"I don't think you're disgusting," I said, running my hands up and down his thighs. "Well, maybe sometimes."

"You've been asleep for ages," he said. "I was bored so I took a shower and I know you like me clean."

"Thank you for being so considerate," I said, smiling at him. "But why can't you sleep past eight o'clock?"

"Sometimes I can," he said, scooting down my body, bringing the covers with him. He threw them off the air mattress. I was still tired, but he obviously wasn't and he didn't really care that I was tired. He brushed his hand over my cock, then pushed down on it, massaging it through my boxers. I suddenly wasn't so tired anymore. I pushed my shorts down, eventually kicking them off. Just as he was about to kiss the base of my cock, I reached down and squeezed his cheeks, stopping him. Instead, I leaned over and kissed his mouth.

Holding his waist, I guided him on his hands and knees. He preferred facing me and usually tensed up whenever I turned him around, but he tolerated it this morning. He glanced over his shoulder as my lips inched down his spine. His back arched slightly as I kissed his tail bone. As he looked over his shoulder, his eyes remained on me, watching me closely.

"Oh wow..." he whispered as I dragged my tongue up and down his crack and behind his balls. "That feels..." He paused a second before continuing. "So good." After a few seconds, Jordan abruptly got up and went to his bed.

The air mattress was too bouncy so Jordan got up and knelt on his bed, facing the headboard. "Like this?" he asked.

"Yes, like that," I said, kneeling behind him. I wondered when this feeling would end, this feeling of constant, wanton desire. All good things usually came to an end. Maybe it would all end when I left. But right now we wanted each other nearly all the time. Was this just a summer fling that would be over in a matter of weeks? I wasn't sure. But I really felt deep down that I was crazy in love with this kid and I could barely stand the thought of being away from him.

He wasn't a kid, I reminded myself.

Kneeling upright, Jordan held the headboard, gasping louder than usual as I pushed a finger in him, all the way in.

"Sorry," I said. "Does it hurt?"

"No," he said. "Keep it there."

Tilting his head to the side, he searched for my lips. Once he found them, he moaned into my mouth, inhaling deeply as my finger slid in and out, rubbing against his prostate. I loved it when he did it to me and he seemed to really like it, too.

"That feels really good," he said quietly.

His grip on the headboard grew tighter as I made my way inside him. As I reached deeper and deeper inside him, he moaned and cried against my lips. I brought my hand down to his cock, eliciting an even louder moan from him.

"Ssh...ssh..." I said against his neck.

"Don't tell me to ssh," he said. I was more concerned with the whole house hearing us.

This time seemed more intense than the other times we had been together. While thrusting slowly back and forth, I pumped his cock, which was maybe a little too much for Jordan.

"Stop...stop..." he said and I did, pulling out and letting go of him.

"Sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Are you okay? I'm sorry..."

"You didn't hurt me," he said. "Never mind. Go on. I'm okay. Seriously...go on. Don't stop. I'm okay." He looked at me with pleading eyes. "I...I just didn't want to come yet. It's okay. Go on..."

"Is that it?" I laughed.

"Go on," he said. Kissing him, I resumed where I left off. Within seconds, he cried out, covering his mouth with his hand as he came right in my hand. Breathing heavily, his head plopped down on his pillow as I held his waist, not ready to let him go.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "Do you want me to finish?"

"Yes," he said. "I like it when you finish inside me."

No one ever talked to me like the way Jordan talked to me. I loved it. Burying his head in his pillow, he cried out again as I released myself in him. He liked it when I did that, too. As soon as I pulled out of him, he rolled over to face me. He stared at me, gazing into my eyes, obviously thinking of something.

"What?" I said as he stared at me, wondering what he was thinking.

"Should I go to England?" he asked.

"I can't make that decision for you," I said as much as I wanted him to go.

"You'll be back, though, right? In June...after the school year is over, right?"

"Yes," I said.

"Will you come back to me?" he asked.

"I don't ever want to let you go," I said.

"You didn't answer my question."

"Yes, I'll come back to you," I said. "I promise you." Jordan got up and went to his desk, searching for something. He returned to the bed with a pen and pad of paper. He handed both to me. "What's this for?"

"I want you to write something," he said. "I want you to write: I, Jamie Perron, promise to return to Jordan Cameron in June."

"You want me to write a promissory note?" I said. "I feel like a piece of property," I teased him. Jordan wasn't laughing, though.

"If you mean it, you'll write it," he said. Knowing he wouldn't let it go, I wrote just what he said.

"How about you write me one, too?" I said.

"I'm not going anywhere," he said, which implied he was not going to go to England with his father.

"Okay, so how about you write: I, Jordan Cameron, will not be a brat. And I promise to be there for Jamie when he returns. There. How's that sound?"

"Okay," he said and scribbled it all down. He tore out the piece of paper and handed it to me. He walked away from me and pulled up a pair of shorts he found on the floor. Yesterday was laundry day and he forgot about it again. Tim learned from the last time not to do him any favors. Jordan seemed to be running low on clean clothes. With a flirtatious smile, he left his room. I wasn't sure what he was up to or where he was going.

A/N

Work and home life have been super busy lately so I apologize for the delay. I'm also going on vacation next week (8/5-8/10) so I'm not sure how much writing I'll be able to do. I'll try to do some, though.

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