Chapter Forty Two
"Do what?" Gabe asked. He let out a muffled squeak when Jordan's heavy body settled on top of his, and Jordan's lips covered his own. After a moment's contact, Jordan drew back a few inches. Gabe looked up at him, a slight frown on his face. "What…" He cleared his throat. "What was that for?"
"I've wanted to do that for fifteen years." Jordan murmured. "I thought… thought that not being around you would help me to… get over you. But seeing you again… Everything's come back. I can't…" Jordan sighed and rested his forehead against Gabe's. "I understand if this is weird for you… If you want to leave then you can. I'll… I can give you some money, and let you go." Gabe reached up and hugged Jordan.
"I don't know." He whispered. "I know that… we're not biologically related, but… you're still my brother. It's… weird." Jordan gave a low laugh.
"I know… God, it scared me when I was younger. I was so confused, and you and Bailey were… together all over the place. I didn't know how to handle what I was feeling, and I… rebelled against you because of that. I ran away when I got the opportunity. I took the easy way out."
Jordan's black eyes probed Gabe's blue ones, looking for the slightest spark of interest. And he saw it. With a soft growl, Jordan's lips met Gabe's again. Gabe felt Jordan's hands wrap around his wrists and pin them to the ground. He moaned softly as Jordan's tongue flicked over his lips, begging entrance. With a soft whimper, Gabe's lips parted.
"Can I ask you something?" Gabe drew back with a whisper.
"What?" Jordan smiled and stroked Gabe's fringe away from his forehead.
"When did you grow up, huh?" Gabe smirked. Jordan laughed. "You're very…"
"Sexy?" Jordan purred. "Handsome? Loveable?" Gabe snorted.
"I was going for mature, but sure. We can use your words."
"Really?" Jordan asked, looking happy.
"Well… Maybe just cute." Gabe said thoughtfully. Jordan looked offended.
"I'll have you know," he said with great dignity. "That there are many, many people in the village who had expressed an interest in me."
"Who?" Gabe asked innocently. "The blind?" Jordan thumped Gabe's side gently.
"Git." Gabe laughed and hugged Jordan.
"Can we… take things slowly?" He asked, sobering quickly and biting his lip nervously.
"Of course." He leant down and pecked Gabe's lips again. He sighed, and sat up. "We should go back." He clambered to his feet and folded the blanket quickly. He pulled Gabe to his feet and they walked back up to the cottage. Jordan was please when, after a moment's hesitation, Gabe's cold hand slipping into his and squeezed tightly.