Page 54 of Jealous Guy
“Get your cock sucked?” Jordan exclaims, his voice lilting up as though the concept of fellatio is not only fictional, but wildly improbable. “Get your cock sucked by him?”
“Shh,” I hiss. “And yes. What’s so bad about that? You hook up to get your dick sucked all the time.”
Jordan moves his head from side to side sternly, pinching his lips together at what a lost cause I am. “I hate to break it to you, bud, but that guy was a selfish lover. There’s no fucking way he was going to suck your cock—”
“Fine,” I cut him off, leaning close to him and lowering my voice to show him that the situation urgently calls for hushed, indoor voices. “Maybe I wanted to suck his cock. Did that ever occur to you?”
“Do you, like, are you…into that?” he asks.
I don’t know how to handle him anymore, and I’m starting to feel carsick from leaning over and not keeping my eyes on the road. “Do I like sucking cock? Can you hear yourself right now? That’s like me asking if you like eating pussy. I’m a gay man, Jordan. Yes, I like sucking cock.”
“Oh,” he says.
Then he’s mercifully quiet for the rest of the ride home.
He gets out before I do, and I take the moment’s respite to apologize to the driver. “Sorry, we said cock so many times. We’re…having an off night.”
“It’s no problem.” The driver pulls back his sleeve and reveals a woven Pride bracelet. “It’s all good.”
For a moment, I don’t move. I look at the bracelet and see it in a way that’s completely different from the way I usually see that specific arrangement of colors. Usually I see it with a slight flinch. A cower. A murmur of fear that whispers something like, “I hope no one knows that’s about me.”
Tonight I look at it and smile because it is about me, and I’m glad someone knows that.
“Thanks,” I say when I can. “I appreciate it.”
As I get out of the car, the driver lowers his window and cranes his head back. “Hey, kid. By the way, that friend of yours…? He’s jealous.”
“Uh, no. He’s not jealous. He’s just… Well, I’m not really sure what’s wrong with him, but it’s not that, believe me. He’s straight.”
“Straight, huh?” The driver winks salaciously at me, puts the car into drive, and speeds off.
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Orion
The apartment is eerily quiet, and so is Jordan, other than some unusually loud breathing coming from him. I head to the kitchen, partly to get away from him and partly to get something to drink. He trails behind me. He scoots an ass cheek up and rests it against the countertop, watching me with an intensity that’s a little unnerving.
“So,” he says, “was there something specific you liked about Thomas’s dick, or…or did you feel like sucking any old dick?”
Between you and me, Thomas did absolutely nothing for me, and I highly doubt his dick would have either. All I could think about when he was talking to me was a long list of ways he didn’t compare to Jordan.
“Ugh, are we still talking about that?”
“Yeah. I mean, do you have, like, a set of parameters regarding whose dick you want to suck, or…how does it work?”
What the driver said about Jordan comes back to me, and I almost laugh at the thought. If it wasn’t so wildly out of the realm of possibility, I might be inclined to think he was right and that Jordan is acting a little jealous right now.
“Why are you so obsessed with talking about this?” I ask.
He raises a lazy shoulder and twists his mouth to the side. “I feel bad about cock-blocking you, and I dunno… I guess I want to make it up to you.”
I knock back a few glugs of water and put the glass on the counter. “Oh yeah? How’d you plan on doing that?”
“Well, I was thinking that if you aren’t particular about whose dick you put in your mouth, then…” He shifts his weight so he’s standing with both feet on the floor again. His hand hovers at his side and then sways in front of his junk, drawing my eye downward and pinning it there. I wait for him to move it, but he doesn’t. The moment drags out, and I can’t tear my gaze away because it’s not just hovering now. His hand is sliding downward painstakingly slowly and cupping his bulge. “I have one you can suck.”
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Jordan
