Midnight Confessions

Too close to turn back

Jordan fidgeted in the passenger seat of Chris's ancient car, the engine idling as it cooled to room temperature after the brief trip from the coffee shop. Sunlight streamed in through the windshield, casting shadows on the dashboard. The car was idling just outside Jordan's apartment complex, a small brick building with a couple of cars in the parking lot. Jordan looked at the door to his apartment, 12B, but didn't move to get out. The coffees had taken a while to wind down, discussing the support group they were both part of, chuckling over funny anecdotes, and the easy rapport that had clicked when they first met and swapped numbers last week.

Chris switched off the radio, the silence punctuated by the faint traffic noise. He sat back, his hands on his lap, tapping his fingers. 'This is you, then,' he said, gesturing to the building. His voice was calm, the soft tone Jordan had heard at the group meetings, the one that listened.

'Yep, home sweet home.' Jordan undid his seatbelt, but did not remove it. He twisted around to look at Chris, his knee brushing Chris's. 'Thanks for the lift. And the coffee. It was... nice. Really nice.'

Chris grinned, a slight upward tilt of his lips which crinkled his eyes. 'I'm glad. I wasn't sure if you wanted to spend time together after the conversation group. But you responded quickly.' There was a pause, and he looked down at Jordan's hand on the armrest. 'I like talking to you. I like being around you.'

A flush crept up Jordan's neck, not from the sun but from the way Chris was looking at him - like he was seeing him, like he was real. 'Same. It can be a lot with the group, but it's not with you. Like I don't need to explain.' He reached across the aisle and his fingers lightly brushed Chris's knuckles, gauging the space. Chris didn't move away; instead he turned his hand, palm up.

They sat there for a moment, their fingers gradually twining together, the touch sparking through Jordan. The space in the car shrunk and the anticipation grew. Jordan's thumb lightly moved in a circle on the back of Chris's hand. 'You know, I wasn't expecting this. To find someone who understands without all the questions.'

Chris cleared his throat, looking into Jordan's eyes. 'Me neither. I've volunteered there for a couple years, but this is different.' He reached over and gave Jordan's hand a squeeze, and then placed his other hand on the gear shift, almost touching Jordan's arm. The room seemed to close in, their breathing in sync.

Jordan moved closer, his shoulder touching Chris's. 'What are you thinking?' he asked, his voice dropping now, the words floating in the air.

Chris looked at Jordan's lips and then back at his eyes. 'That I don't want to stop.' He moved towards him, turning slightly on the seat.

Jordan's heart sped up, but he slowed it down, drawing it out. He moved closer still, so their faces were just inches apart, their breath intermingled. 'Then don't let it.' His other hand rose to Chris's jaw, thumb caressing the scruff of beard.

Chris' eyes grew dark and he inclined his head to bring their lips together in a gentle kiss. It began innocuously, just a meeting of lips, tasting the shape of them. Jordan moaned and his hand clenched around Chris's as the kiss became more intense. They tentatively touched, then tongues slid together more firmly. Chris's hand left Jordan's to slide down to his thigh, and remained there, pressing but not pushing.

They parted for a moment, foreheads bumping. Jordan's breathing was regular. 'That was…' He looked into Chris's eyes.

'Good,' Chris concluded, his voice gravelly. 'Really good.' He kissed Jordan again, more urgently this time, lips opening, tongues dancing. Jordan's hand slid around Chris's neck to draw him in, the console becoming an impediment as they pressed against each other.

They kissed like that for a few minutes, the kisses becoming hotter but still slow, hands caressing gently - Chris's playing on Jordan's thigh through his jeans, Jordan's slipping inside Chris's collar to feel his warm skin. Their breaths fogged up the windows, the world outside their bubble of heat and desire.

Chris broke their kiss to ask, 'Is this okay? Here?'

His voice was breathy as he nodded. 'Yeah. More than okay.' He kissed Chris again, more forcefully, his teeth biting his lower lip. He trailed his hand down Chris's chest and felt the beat of his heart through his shirt.

Chris's hand rested on Jordan's thigh, gradually moving up his leg, allowing for any doubts. There was none. Jordan tilted his hips, inviting. Their kisses became sloppier, air whistling through gasps in between kisses and licks.

'Touch me,' Jordan said, pulling back from the kiss to look Chris in the eye.

Chris's hand slid down to Jordan's fly, slowly unzipping him. It was noisy in the still car. He reached in, over Jordan's boxers, cup his groin. Jordan moaned a little, his d**k twitching.

'Like this?' Chris asked quietly, his hand gently rubbing through the fabric.

Jordan nodded, swallowing hard. 'Yeah. Just like that.' In turn he reached for Chris, undoing his belt, then his jeans' button and zipper. Chris raised his hips to make it easier, and Jordan's hand slid down Chris's belly to grasp his c**k, which was straining against his underwear. He gripped it, stroking up strongly.

Chris groaned and his own hand found Jordan's bare c**k, pushing his boxers out of the way. He stroked Jordan slowly, base to tip, thumb rubbing the head on the upstroke, smearing the drop of pre-c*m there.

Jordan sped up, his fist pumping up and down Chris's shaft, feeling the veins throb against his palm. They kissed again, messy and open-mouthed, their hips thrusting slightly into the other's hand. The car was filled with their breath, skin on skin, and the occasional word.

'Mmmm, feels good,' Jordan moaned, his left hand gripping Chris's shoulder.

Chris hummed in agreement, thrusting with a slight twist. 'You too. Your c**k is so good.' He brought his mouth to Jordan's ear, biting down on his earlobe before trailing kisses down his neck as his hand picked up pace but remained in control, building the anticipation slowly.

Jordan's head lolled back against the headrest, his eyes half open, but he continued to move on Chris, squeezing to intensify a low groan. Precum coated their c***s, making the strokes slicker. The air was thick with the musky scent of s*x, windows fogged.

So they went, their hands moving in unison, their mouths moving to pants on the skin. The tension inside Jordan was a tightening knot, and he resisted it, not wanting it to end. 'Don't stop,' he groaned.

'Not stopping,' Chris said, thrusting his hips up into Jordan's hand. His other hand cupped Jordan's balls, gently rolling them about.

The anticipation grew, strokes speeding up slightly to bring Jordan closer. Chris felt Jordan's c**k harden in his hand, the tension building. And then, with a shuddering groan, Jordan came, c*m splattering Chris's hand as he rode out the orgasm.

It was enough to drive Chris to orgasm too, his c**k throbbing, c*m spilling over Jordan's hand in ropes. He grunted against Jordan's neck and his body tightened and relaxed.

They lay together like that, their hands slowing to caresses, cleaning themselves with tissues from the glove box. Jordan lay his head on Chris's shoulder, panting. 'That was… intense,' he said.

Chris kissed his temple. 'Yeah. In the best way.' He zipped his fly up, and kissed Jordan again. 'Can I see you again? Soon?'

Jordan smiled, nodding. 'Definitely.'