Part Two
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Chapter Six
Jordan stared out the enormous bay window at the dark city below. Three months had passed, and although it hadn't been easy, he had managed to get out of the college course. Elves were always eager for work, and it hadn't been too difficult to find a short-notice replacement. With his final paycheck in hand, what little it was, he boarded the next flight to Rome. Dorian had left two months before, Josef at his side. Despite his previous declaration of wanting to be the only one Dorian was with, he couldn't help but be grateful for Josef.
The phone on the nightstand behind him jarred him back into reality. He stretched out over the bed on his stomach, and picked up the handset.
"Hello?"
"Love. Oh, it's so good to hear your voice." Dorian's silky-soft purr made Jordan smile.
"Dorian." He rolled over onto his back and stretched. "Where are you?"
"Safe. Josef is on his way to get you now, to bring you to me."
Jordan closed his eyes, unable to stop the reaction that smooth-as-silk voice brought about in him. "I miss you so much."
A half pained, half desperate groan sounded on the other end of the line. "What are you wearing?" The question was hopeful, and Jordan smiled.
He smoothed his hand down his chest and over the flat muscles of his stomach. He had worn the outfit once for Dorian; the night before Dorian and Josef had left for Rome, to be exact. Jordan smiled as he remembered the spark of desire, of love, that had shone in Dorian's eyes. "Oh, just an old tunic and pants," he said softly, teasing Dorian and smiling even more when he heard the whimper on the other line.
"Is it...emerald green? With threads of silver and gold?"
"Um-hm..." Jordan closed his eyes and bit at his lower lip at the sound of Dorian's breath catching, the sweetly desperate sound of his whimper.
"Love..."
A catch of breath, sudden and sharp, was followed by a soul-melting cry as Dorian came. Jordan gasped, unable to stop himself from reaching down to slip his fingers over the hard line of his cock. The shimmering material of his pants was cool and slick to the touch, warming as the last of Dorian's soft moans drifted over the phone line.
"Dorian..."
"Yes, love. Oh, Jordan...what are you doing? What are you thinking about?"
Jordan arched his back, sliding his hand beneath the waistband of his pants to wrap around the hard length of his cock. "Stroking," he breathed, gasping as he rolled his thumb over the leaking tip. "Imagining your lips, wrapped tight around my cock..."
"Sucking. Rolling my tongue around the tip, licking away those sweet drops..."
"Oh, gods...Dorian!" It didn't take much more than that. Jordan shuddered as he came, drenching his hand and the front of his pants. As he fought to bring his breathing under control, Dorian murmured.
"I want so much to taste that, to lick your hand clean."
A knock sounded on the door of his hotel room and Jordan pulled his hand out quickly, looking for the towel from his shower. "I think Josef's here. See you shortly?"
"Yes, love. Hurry. I need you."
Jordan smiled as he hung up the phone. He wiped his hand off, grateful for the dark green of his pants, and tossed the towel onto the bed as he went to open the door. Seeing Josef for the first time in two months did a lot for his worries regarding Dorian. He trusted Dorian implicitly, but he could also see why Dorian enjoyed the young man. Despite himself, Jordan found himself admiring the tall, thin but well-built frame; the golden hair; the pretty blue eyes.
"Is he okay, really?" Jordan asked as he picked up his suitcase and the matching duffel bag. The money he had saved in the bank in the States was now tucked neatly away in his suitcase, enough to buy a decent starter wardrobe.
As Josef leaned forward to take the suitcase from Jordan, he said, "I've seen him happier."
Jordan grimaced. "I guess uprooting isn't easy for him either."
"Not really. He had grown quite attached to the States, I think," Josef said as they walked out, leaving the door to close with a click, the room keys on the dresser. "But this is his real home, where he was born. He always comes back to it at some point."
Jordan remained silent as they walked through the lobby, only picking the conversation back up once they were outside. "You've been with him for a while, haven't you?" he asked as Josef tossed both pieces of luggage into the trunk of a small, black car. He climbed in and buckled as Josef slid in and started the car.
"Several years at least. I'll be honest, Jordan," Josef said as he pulled out of the drop-off area and onto the street. "I was jealous when you came along."
Jordan looked down at his lap, fidgeting with his hands. He had known this would eventually come up. "I can understand that," he said. He looked up at Josef, catching the brief blue gaze before Josef had to return his attention to the road. "I never wanted to steal him from you."
Josef laughed and shook his head. "No, I know that. I love Dorian. I have since I met him in a club one fateful summer night, and back then, the love was very much of the romantic variety. Then we got to know each other, and he...well, he kind of became the older brother that I wish Carl had been. Yeah, I still fucked him--Hell, who wouldn't?--but the love was different then. And in his own odd way, I think he loves me as well."
Jordan smiled and looked out at the city passing by in the dark. "So it doesn't bother you that he and I love each other romantically?"
"You kidding? I'm just thrilled to see him happy!" Josef laughed. He glanced over at Jordan long enough to smile.
Jordan returned it, and found himself liking the young man a little bit more. Perhaps...enough to allow Dorian a bit of variety; provided he could watch...or join in. The thought had him hard within seconds and he had to swallow the groan. It wasn't something he ever thought about before, but with Dorian? Well, being with a man like Dorian Baptiste tended to bring out parts of Jordan he never realized were there.
"Well, here we are," Josef announced as he pulled up in front of a towering expanse of ancient gray stone.
"Wow."
"Yeah, it's been in his family for...well, for ages," Josef said, leaning forward to look out the windshield. "You'd have to ask him how long for sure."
Jordan leaned forward and peered out the windshield as well, his jaw dropping open as he took in the entire breadth of the mansion. When he turned his head, however, he found Josef doing the same, bringing their faces--and inevitably their mouths--close together. Jordan swallowed hard and pushed the thoughts of seeing those lips wrapped around Dorian's cock, out of his mind.
"Um, guess we should get inside," he said, cursing silently for sounding even the slightest bit out of sorts.
He started to move away, only to be caught by a hand on the back of his neck...and a sweet mouth on his. He gasped, panic starting to rise slowly, but Josef's kiss was stronger, almost as drugging as Dorian's. His tongue was insistent, probing between Jordan's lips, tasting him slowly. When Josef released him and got out of the car without a word, Jordan remained in his seat, stunned beyond sense.
Gods, what would Dorian say if he saw that?
"I would beg to join you, to taste you on his lips, to feel you both."
Startled by Dorian's voice in his mind, Jordan got out of the car and looked up. All the windows were dark, save one. When he focused on it, he saw a tall, lean figure looking down at him. Despite the brilliant light backlighting the figure, Jordan knew it was Dorian, and somehow, he sensed a pleased smile on those deliciously full lips.
"Ready?"
Tearing his gaze from the window, Jordan turned towards Josef. He nodded and picked up his duffel bag, yielding to Josef's insistence on carrying at least something inside. Before stepping under the threshold, he looked back up to the window. The figure was gone.
The moment he stepped into the entry hall, Jordan sensed Dorian's presence. The vampire's essence was everywhere, as if the stones of the building itself were drenched with it, with him. He looked around, disbelieving of the magnificence in which he now found himself.
Despite the obvious age of the place, the inside looked to be newly renovated. From floor to ceiling, the walls were covered in rich, dark wood panels, and the floor was a glossy black marble laced with gray-white threads. Several doors lined each wall to his left and right, and directly before them, a grand staircase led up to a broad landing, then branched off to the left and the right. A hallway encircled most of the ceiling above, where yet more doors waited.
When a door opened on the left, all thoughts raced from Jordan's mind. A slender figure, dressed in his trademark leather and silk, padded barefoot into the entry hall. His chestnut hair lay in wispy strands over his shoulders, and in his eyes, a world of desire and love sparkled. When he held out his hand, the duffel bag dropped to the floor, forgotten as Jordan claimed his long-awaited kiss.
"Love..."
