“You look tense.” Jordan pressed his thumbs deep, massaging Rex’s shoulders with what he hoped was enough pressure. Rex, clearly enjoying the impromptu massage, put his phone down and let his head fall to the mattress.
“That feels good,” he said quietly, his voice coming out in a groan.
Jordan smiled. “Good.”
As he worked his hands lower down Rex’s body, he leaned forward to press kisses to his shoulders and the back of his neck. Rex smelled fresh, like he’d spent time lathering up his body wash to rid himself of their dinner with Alan. Like he’d scrubbed himself clean of all that negativity.
Jordan’s palms slid over Rex’s shoulder blades smoothly, and he trailed them down his back, feeling every little muscle and knot buried beneath his skin. His kisses continued to follow, this time dotted over every freckle on the man’s back. He took his time, enjoying the feeling of Rex below his fingertips. Very rarely did he get this kind of intimacy. Jordan wasn’t going to let it go to waste this time.
When he pulled away, Rex made a noise of protest. Jordan smiled. “What?”
“Don’t stop,” he said quietly.
“You want more?”
“Please.”
“Tell me what you want, Rex,” Jordan said, burying his face in the crook of Rex’s neck and kissing his warm skin once more.
“I want you to distract me,” he said. “Make me forget about tonight. End the night on a high note.”
Rex could hardly believe the words he was saying. This wasn’t like him, this kind of gnashing, churning desperation inside of him that practically had him clinging to the sheets. There was no dishonesty to his words, though. He wanted to forget it all, to pretend like he hadn’t allowed his father to anger him so much. He wanted to wipe Georgia’s disappointed face from his mind and pretend like he hadn’t witnessed her realize the same things he had years ago.
Jordan obliged without another word, kissing his way down to Rex’s lower back. He grabbed at the waistband of Rex’s underwear and slid them down past his knees, then his ankles. Now completely bare, Rex found himself being pulled up onto his knees and Jordan spreading him apart.
“Fuck,” he breathed, torn between wanting to take control and give it at the same time. The combination terrified him, but when Jordan began stroking him with his tongue in slow, languid motions, physicality beat out rationality, and he allowed himself to ease back into the man’s hands, rolling his hips in encouragement.
Jordan lapped at him like nothing else mattered, taking his time as he explored a part of Rex so few had ever gotten the chance to. He relished in the moans the man made, how easily they could go up in pitch the deeper he went. And when he was sure Rex was on the edge of his seat and starved for something a little more satisfying, he prepared himself with a condom and more than enough lubrication to help the whole process move smoothly.
God, Rex had forgotten the sting in the beginning. It had been too long since he’d bottomed for anyone, but the lack of frequency only made him want it more. He braced himself and groaned through the stretch, eyes tight and fists clenched in the sheets. Jordan balanced it with all the works, turning his head so that they could kiss and reaching around to stroke his aching arousal.
The ease of Jordan’s movements was the biggest surprise. How could someone who looked so good on his back also be this good in the opposite position? For as good as it felt, Rex was annoyed. Of course, Jordan would be good at everything.
The sudden jerk of Jordan’s hips was exactly what he needed to get him out of his head, because the moment he felt their bodies press flush together, he gasped and his mind spun. “Yes,” he grunted, thrusting back to meet him. “Harder.”
Jordan happily obliged, pulling his hips back and thrusting forward once more, connecting their bodies with more force than before. That seemed to do wonders, judging from the way Rex threw his head back in pleasure. Sensing the other man’s preference for the rougher side of things, Jordan wrapped his hand around Rex’s bared throat. He added no pressure. The groan that he felt vibrate beneath his fingers was evidence that his hand being there was more than enough.
He buried himself inside of Rex repeatedly, one hand around his throat while he held his waist with the other. When the burn of his speed was too much, Jordan nearly folded himself over the other man and rolled his hips, stirring steadily. Once he could go again, he began thrusting just as hard, filling the room with the sound of bed squeaks, Rex’s satisfied groans, and skin slapping against skin.
Rex turned his head and reached back, pulling Jordan down into a needy, desperate kiss that quickly slipped into messy territory, their tongues brushing together like they were battling for control. Unsurprisingly given the reversal of roles, Jordan won, breaking away to trail kisses down his cheek, beard, and throat.
This was all such new territory for Jordan, but he accepted it with open arms, eventually kneeling upright again. He held onto Rex’s hips hard and began tugging him back, giving him some encouragement.
“There you go,” he moaned. “Show me you want it.”
Rex smiled darkly over his shoulder and began pressing backward to meet him, chills running down his spine with every movement. It was almost too much, seeing that devious look in Jordan’s otherwise innocent eyes. Rex couldn’t realize the last time he’d gotten this lost in sex before, but he swam as deep as he could, groaning when Jordan seized control once more.
“Yes, yes,” Jordan huffed out breathlessly. He was right there, and seeing the way Rex bounced against him with that much yearning had him practically seeing stars.
Rex didn’t realize how close he was until he felt Jordan gripping his hips and erratically fucking him. There was something undeniably sexy about seeing Mr. High-Strung lose all his concerns and chase after that feeling like it was the last thing he’d do. Just as Jordan’s grinding began to settle, Rex felt his own warmth growing from the pit of his stomach.
He gripped himself hard and stroked only four times before he released, his mouth falling open and a steady stream of grunts spilling free. He finished on the thick comforter beneath them, something he’d worry about cleaning up in the morning. For now, his biggest concern was prolonging the pleasure that made his head spin like vertigo and every nerve in his body hypersensitive.
Jordan kissed the back of his neck and his shoulders as Rex came, his breath escaping in pants. Without even seeing the front of him, Jordan was certain Rex had never looked more attractive than this, consumed with euphoria and practically shivering in his pleasure’s aftershocks.
When the spike in Jordan’s adrenaline finally calmed down, he rolled onto his back and pressed close to Rex, draping an arm over his chest. “That was okay, right?”
“That was perfect.”
Jordan smiled with satisfaction, finally able to relax. Anxiety was a friend he couldn’t quite shake in any other instance, but it was particularly bad when it was time for him to perform. Knowing he’d given Rex what he needed was a cough drop down a sore throat.
For a long time, the two of them lay together, staring up at the ceiling as the sound of cars passed by the windows. Rex usually found the noise comforting, especially when it followed a nightly orgasm, but tonight it didn’t do the trick. Everything was perfect, from the temperature of the room to the way Jordan’s body felt pressed against his, but it all felt wrong. Like he was undeserving of it, like he’d cheated to win. It was an intrusive thought he couldn’t free himself of.