The Deal Breaker

Chapter 3

Chapter 3Jordan lay naked, stretched out on the bed as he waited for Spenser to finish up in the bathroom. Henrietta lay next to him. He absently rubbed her tummy with one hand, while he played with his limp c**k with the other.

“Come on, buddy. We can do this,” he whispered to the flaccid organ. “Come on, wake up! Spense is expecting us to make love. I can’t keep making excuses.” Jordan stroked his d**k in an attempt to revive it.

It’d been awhile since Jordan and Spenser had been intimate. Not only did Jordan truly desire to have s*x with his boyfriend, he was afraid Spenser would either feel Jordan didn’t love him as much as he claimed to, or Spenser would suspect something if he continued to put his lover off. And Jordan didn’t want that.

Jordan did love Spenser. That wasn’t the problem. Nor was it a case of his not finding his boyfriend sexy as hell. Spenser’s well-toned body, handsome face, startling blue eyes, and ginger hair and beard were a real turn-on. But Jordan had done two long shoots that day at the studio, as well as every day that week. He’d been required to c*m more than once if the director wasn’t satisfied with the take the first time.

Despite the fact that he was a young, virile, porn actor, it took time to recharge your batteries and get the testosterone flowing again after so many multiple orgasms. He’d taken a little, blue, diamond-shaped pill before getting into bed, his second of the day. He hoped it would kick in soon. Any minute Spenser would be coming through the door. He needed to be ready to show the man how truly happy he was that they were together.

Jordan fought off the nagging, recurring thought that having Spenser move in with him had been a mistake. It had been so much easier to keep his dual life a secret when they’d just been dating—when there’d been spaces in their togetherness. Now that they were with each other every day, sleeping together every night, coming up with excuses and subterfuges to hide his real profession was becoming harder and harder. And they’d only been living together a couple of months. How much longer could Jordan keep who he really was from being discovered?

He’d toyed with the idea of coming clean and admitting to Spenser what he did for a living, but had nixed it almost immediately. Even though he was gay, Spenser was a clean-cut, all American, morally upright guy from a very religious family. He was principal of the lower school at a Christian academy for God’s…oops…goodness sake! Spenser was taking a chance on losing his job—and maybe even his family—just coming out as gay, let alone being in a relationship and living with a man. The thunderbolts would surely break forth from the heavens if that man turned out to be a porn star.

The two men had met under unusual circumstances: both waiting in a doctor’s office for an appointment. Spenser was there for his compulsory annual physical and Jordan for his regular STD screening required by the studio.

The two men had sat next to each other in the crowded office waiting room. It had taken less than a minute of conversation for Jordan’s gaydar to determine Spenser played for his team, less than two to decide he wanted to bed the man, and only five to find there was something about Spenser that made this man special—entirely different from other guys Jordan had wanted to f**k. Jordan had asked him for a date. Spenser had reluctantly accepted.

The date had been as vanilla as Spenser had turned out to be. They’d gone out to dinner, then a movie, and Jordan had wound up shaking hands goodnight at Spenser’s apartment door. How incredibly cliché, how incredibly wonderful.

The experience was unique to any Jordan had had to that point. Spenser was so innocent, so naïve, so unpretentious, so lovable. He was a virgin, having never been with a man or a woman in any way. He had no clue as to what the real gay world was like. He’d been tentative about admitting to Jordan he was gay. When he finally did, he wasn’t sure it would be God’s will for him to be dating a man, let alone going to bed with one.

It was a month before they slept together and, when they had, Jordan had tenderly introduced Spenser to the wonders of male love one step at a time.

However, it’d been long before he’d taken Spenser to bed that Jordan had decided he was in love and had sought somehow to find a way to walk the line between the two worlds in which he and Spenser lived.

Jordan smiled as he remembered the first time they’d been together intimately. They’d been on several dates. All had ended with a hesitant goodnight kiss at the door of Spenser’s apartment. Jordan’s need to do more had grown more urgent. Jordan had recognized he had to make his move carefully, lest he spook his innocent, would-be lover.

That night they’d stood at Spenser’s door. Jordan had held him close and had let a hand roam slowly down Spenser’s torso until he’d gently cupped the man’s firm package. Spenser’s responses to Jordan’s advances had been obvious. Jordan had decided this was the time. He’d kissed Spenser and had begun to massage the man’s c**k. Spenser had gasped and broken the kiss, but he’d leaned with his forehead against Jordan’s, still holding Jordan close. “Please, don’t,” he’d whispered.

Jordan had slightly increased the pressure on the hard bulge he’d held in his hand. “I think this means please don’t stop, doesn’t it?”

Spenser had shuddered. “I…I…I don’t know.”

“I think you do,” Jordan had said softly.

Spenser had responded by pressing himself into Jordan’s grasp and letting a whispered moan escape his lips as he’d kissed Jordan in surrender.

The door to the bedroom opened, bringing Jordan back to the present. A naked Spenser, fully aroused and ready for love, came in and walked toward the bed. The sight of his handsome lover’s arousal, plus the memory of that first time they were together caused something to stir in Jordan’s libido. His c**k awoke and sprang to life. Jordan opened his arms.