Ret-Con, Take 4
Take Four:
In far too short a time, Paul has Jordan come for a Very Serious Talk with him. Capital letters very clear whenever Jordan thinks about the “very serious talk” they’re to have. Not that they haven't spoken seriously before this, but Jordan knows it has more to do with Trans Action and why Paul "volunteered" than what makes them compatible outside of the bedroom. They're lying in Paul's room for once, quiet on his bed and staring at the storm visible through the skylight. Paul's fingers are threading through Jordan's hair and neither of them wants to move from this spot, this moment, cocooned by blankets and the rush of wind and rain against the windowpanes.
"It's our last night together, sweetheart. They're going to send my replacement in a day or so. So you can decide whether you really like men or women." His voice is flat, his stare blank though lightning flashes overhead.
"Or both," Jordan adds absently, fingers stilling at the despondent tone in his temporary lover's voice, heard even over the thunder and the heavy rain. "Do you know her?" he asks, caught between wishing to hear about the mystery woman and praying it's not someone who knows him.
Paul nods. "She's absolutely adorable. We've been friends for ages. You'll like her; I'm sure of it." He turns and presses a chaste kiss to Jordan's lips. "You weren't supposed to be my type, darling."
"And what type is that, volunteer?" he asks, wanting that light smile back on his man's lips.
"Oh, gorgeous, sweet, smart, older and entirely unattainable. A keeper I can’t keep." He smiles softly. "I know you're not from here, lover. They briefed us about your time, what we could and couldn't say. Get us to know about you, even though we didn't know you. Fun stuff." Paul looks over. "This is going to be awkward, isn't it?"
Strangely, even though the permanence he felt with Paul is temporary, Jordan doesn't feel any special way about changing lovers. He pulls the sad, young man close, distracting him until neither of them is thinking about what the next day will bring.
Less than 45 minutes after Paul kisses him goodbye, Jordan meets the replacement. Carmen is not what he expects. He thought maybe they would send someone the exact opposite of Paul in every way so that there was nothing to remind him of his now ex-lover. Thought they would send some simpering miss, tiny and shy and bubbly. Carmen is anything but.
When she walks in the door, she smiles and presses just into Jordan’s space, making it impossible for him not to touch her as he moves. “Hello, gorgeous.”
He raises an eyebrow and returns the smile, shocked to see how boldly she’s coming onto him. Since she's making it so he has to touch her, he wraps his arms about her waist, settling her against his body. “Hello yourself. To what do I owe the honor of your presence?”
“Didn’t you know? I’m here for the kinky, monkey sex. Don’t tell me I have the wrong room.” She manages to look amused and affronted simultaneously, the smirk that slides across her face alternating between embarrassed and mischievous.
He laughs, the tone in her voice reminding him all too well of the girls he knew at home, of the friends he used to have in high school. “I suppose we could manage a little something to that effect...” he trails off, wondering about her name.
"Carmen," she says, as if she knows that she'd addled him past the introductions. She puts out her hand for a handshake.
He smiles. "Carmen. You already know me." He takes her hand, surprised to find how small it is in his palm. But she follows him into the bedroom, hips swaying to the beat of some unheard song. “I should warn you,” he says, linking their fingers together, “I’m very fragile today.”
She gives his hand a squeeze. “Then it’s probably just as well.” She smiles when he raises an eyebrow. “I thought you could just use a friend today anyway. You’re safe from me for the next twenty four hours. Scout’s honor,” she jokes lightly, holding up 3 fingers in a semblance of the Boy Scout salute.
The gratefulness that suddenly lights Jordan’s features is too bright to hide. He didn’t expect someone to understand that, despite how completely horny he really is at this point, there are moments when nothing means as much as being held. To hear her say so was such a relief.
Through the night, she stays pressed tight against his front, spooned curves into his lap until even their breaths are syncopated. He can't fall asleep; although he isn't sure he even tried to at any point during the night, his eyelids never fall shut for long. He's watching her face, watching the play of light on her skin. It's entrancing, but not as strong as the sense of protectiveness he feels toward her. Carmen's so much smaller than Jordan is, so delicate that it makes him feel awkwardly enormous by comparison.
And it's not that the sex is better or worse than he had with Paul. It's that he takes the lead and makes her feel cherished. With the morning light casting long bars of light across her skin, broken only by the way his body frames her, by the way his arms bracket her shoulders as he drops down to kiss at her pretty mouth.
In far too short a time, Paul has Jordan come for a Very Serious Talk with him. Capital letters very clear whenever Jordan thinks about the “very serious talk” they’re to have. Not that they haven't spoken seriously before this, but Jordan knows it has more to do with Trans Action and why Paul "volunteered" than what makes them compatible outside of the bedroom. They're lying in Paul's room for once, quiet on his bed and staring at the storm visible through the skylight. Paul's fingers are threading through Jordan's hair and neither of them wants to move from this spot, this moment, cocooned by blankets and the rush of wind and rain against the windowpanes.
"It's our last night together, sweetheart. They're going to send my replacement in a day or so. So you can decide whether you really like men or women." His voice is flat, his stare blank though lightning flashes overhead.
"Or both," Jordan adds absently, fingers stilling at the despondent tone in his temporary lover's voice, heard even over the thunder and the heavy rain. "Do you know her?" he asks, caught between wishing to hear about the mystery woman and praying it's not someone who knows him.
Paul nods. "She's absolutely adorable. We've been friends for ages. You'll like her; I'm sure of it." He turns and presses a chaste kiss to Jordan's lips. "You weren't supposed to be my type, darling."
"And what type is that, volunteer?" he asks, wanting that light smile back on his man's lips.
"Oh, gorgeous, sweet, smart, older and entirely unattainable. A keeper I can’t keep." He smiles softly. "I know you're not from here, lover. They briefed us about your time, what we could and couldn't say. Get us to know about you, even though we didn't know you. Fun stuff." Paul looks over. "This is going to be awkward, isn't it?"
Strangely, even though the permanence he felt with Paul is temporary, Jordan doesn't feel any special way about changing lovers. He pulls the sad, young man close, distracting him until neither of them is thinking about what the next day will bring.
Less than 45 minutes after Paul kisses him goodbye, Jordan meets the replacement. Carmen is not what he expects. He thought maybe they would send someone the exact opposite of Paul in every way so that there was nothing to remind him of his now ex-lover. Thought they would send some simpering miss, tiny and shy and bubbly. Carmen is anything but.
When she walks in the door, she smiles and presses just into Jordan’s space, making it impossible for him not to touch her as he moves. “Hello, gorgeous.”
He raises an eyebrow and returns the smile, shocked to see how boldly she’s coming onto him. Since she's making it so he has to touch her, he wraps his arms about her waist, settling her against his body. “Hello yourself. To what do I owe the honor of your presence?”
“Didn’t you know? I’m here for the kinky, monkey sex. Don’t tell me I have the wrong room.” She manages to look amused and affronted simultaneously, the smirk that slides across her face alternating between embarrassed and mischievous.
He laughs, the tone in her voice reminding him all too well of the girls he knew at home, of the friends he used to have in high school. “I suppose we could manage a little something to that effect...” he trails off, wondering about her name.
"Carmen," she says, as if she knows that she'd addled him past the introductions. She puts out her hand for a handshake.
He smiles. "Carmen. You already know me." He takes her hand, surprised to find how small it is in his palm. But she follows him into the bedroom, hips swaying to the beat of some unheard song. “I should warn you,” he says, linking their fingers together, “I’m very fragile today.”
She gives his hand a squeeze. “Then it’s probably just as well.” She smiles when he raises an eyebrow. “I thought you could just use a friend today anyway. You’re safe from me for the next twenty four hours. Scout’s honor,” she jokes lightly, holding up 3 fingers in a semblance of the Boy Scout salute.
The gratefulness that suddenly lights Jordan’s features is too bright to hide. He didn’t expect someone to understand that, despite how completely horny he really is at this point, there are moments when nothing means as much as being held. To hear her say so was such a relief.
Through the night, she stays pressed tight against his front, spooned curves into his lap until even their breaths are syncopated. He can't fall asleep; although he isn't sure he even tried to at any point during the night, his eyelids never fall shut for long. He's watching her face, watching the play of light on her skin. It's entrancing, but not as strong as the sense of protectiveness he feels toward her. Carmen's so much smaller than Jordan is, so delicate that it makes him feel awkwardly enormous by comparison.
And it's not that the sex is better or worse than he had with Paul. It's that he takes the lead and makes her feel cherished. With the morning light casting long bars of light across her skin, broken only by the way his body frames her, by the way his arms bracket her shoulders as he drops down to kiss at her pretty mouth.