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?"
