The Wedding Planner

by GA Hauser

  Then it occurred to him. It wasn’t just because they were just two guys having oral sex. It was because of the deep affection he felt for this man. For Tyler Holliday and the incredible trust and love they shared. Yes, Bryan had had plenty of men suck his cock, but did he ever have it from a man who loved him as much as Tyler loved Jordon? Or vice versa? Jordon doubted Bryan had ever experienced the kind of passion he was sharing now with Tyler.

  As Tyler crooned his love, kissing all the way down to Jordon’s pubic hair, Jordon shivered from the chills. Tyler held Jordon’s cock upright with a light prod of his right palm, and began lapping at it from base to tip.

  “Ohhh, ohhh…” Here we fucking go! Jordon stretched his arms and legs out on the bed, spread eagle. Tingles of fire tightened his balls up and a rush of sexual thrills flashed through his cock to his ass. “I can’t believe my dick is getting sucked again. Holy shit.”

  Tyler’s rumbling laughter vibrated his cock, causing Jordon to shiver. A flash of those baby blues made his toes curl. He was an inferno suddenly. Someone had lit the sheets on fire under him. Tyler gently folded Jordon’s knees back against him, exposing Jordon’s bottom. Jordon gulped audibly.

  Tyler separate Jordon’s ass cheeks and then Jordon felt a tongue on his rim. A goddamn tongue was teasing his ass.

  “Holy fuck.” Jordon peeked at his own cock. It was about to burst it was so engorged. A river of clear liquid ran down its length.

  Jordon froze in position, astonished at what he was receiving. Jordon wondered if the man on man loving repertoire was simply an endless parade of Felliniesque hallucinations or if he had already blacked out and was dreaming.

  The licking got downright crazy. When Tyler’s tongue lapped across his ring to the base of his balls, Jordon thought he might come. Nothing was touching his dick, but that didn’t seem to be important at the moment.

  When that tongue stiffened and penetrated, Jordon shouted out in pure unadulterated joy. His cock throbbed and more liquid ran down its side. He wanted to say something, to tell Tyler it was sublime, but nothing passed his lips except whimpering cries.

  His lower back finally made it to the mattress below him. Jordon didn’t even know Tyler had lifted him off it.

  Tyler reached for the lube. Jordon began to pant nervously. He trusted Tyler and said nothing. He waited. Was it his turn to find out what the hell was up his ass to give him pleasure? Christ, just Tyler’s tongue put him into the stratosphere.

  Again those sky blue eyes met his. Jordon mouthed, “I love you.”

  A wicked grin followed.

  Jordon waited, for what pleasure he couldn’t imagine, but knew it would be good. He couldn’t help but think of his brother savoring this kind of sexual satisfaction. Yeah, but could anyone be as good in bed as Tyler?

  Before Tyler did anything else, he began licking the sticky drops off Jordon’s cock. Jordon stiffened and dug his head into the pillow at the stimulation. “Wow.”

  With his left hand, Tyler guided Jordon’s length in and out of his mouth. Just the feel of that wet velvety heat would have been enough, but Tyler had more to offer.

  Tyler began toying with Jordon’s ass again. The surge to Jordon’s dick almost sent come through it, it was so powerful. He waited. After what Bryan had described, he had a feeling he would be astounded.

  That fingertip urged its way in, opening up the tight ring. Jordon almost passed out from the electricity it sent up his spine. Then, suddenly, something happened inside Jordon’s body. A sensation of pleasure shot through him that was so intense it almost knocked him off the bed.

  “AH!” he shrieked and instantly came in a fountain of spray.

  Tyler jumped on top of Jordon’s dick to catch it, sucking the rest out while massaging an inner spot that was pure untainted-mother-fucking-cock-sucking-pleasure.

  Jordon was milked and the climax prolonged and that G-spot, or whatever the fuck it was, was screwed along with his ass. Jordon was hooked.

  “I’m gay. I’m so fucking gay.”

  Tyler backed away from sucking his cock and roared with laughter.

  Tyler rolled on the bed, holding his gut in hilarity. Jordon grinned at him happily, diving on him and pinning him, chuckling with him until Tyler calmed down, dabbing at his eyes from his hysteria. Finally they once again met gazes. “Hold me, Tyler.”

  Instantly, his expression softened to one of pure love. Tyler wrapped around Jordon’s chest and cuddled him close.

  “I finally found heaven.” Jordon sighed deeply.

  “And I found my angel.” Tyler kissed his face.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “We should get out of bed. This is ridiculous.”

  Tyler nestled Jordon closer. “Up to you. I can stay like this for months.”

  “Let me at least make us something to eat. It’s nearly five.”

  Tyler rolled on top of Jordon. “I know what I want to eat.”

  “Get over here, pretty man.” Jordon cupped Tyler’s face and drew him to his lips.

  On contact, Tyler felt his cock throb. When he parted from Jordon’s mouth, Tyler teased, “Nets or Knicks?”

  Jordon gave him a giddy laugh. “Knicks! You kiddin’ me?”

  “I ain’t kiddin’ you,” Tyler replied teasingly, wriggling on him.

  Softening his expression, Jordon caressed Tyler’s face. “How long can you stay?”

  “Up to you. I told you.”

  After a long moment where they stared at each other wistfully, Jordon said softly, “If you’re with me, I can go back to the city.”

  “I’m with you there or here.” Tyler didn’t give a shit where they were, as long as they were together. As far as his job was concerned, he’d begged Elijah to hold down the fort for him, but knew he couldn’t ask that of him all week.

  “Stay with me here tonight. We’ll go back to Manhattan together tomorrow.”

  Tyler kissed him in agreement.

  “How did you get here?” Jordon caressed Tyler’s hair back from the side of his cheek.

  “I drove.”

  “Me too.”

  “I know. I saw your car in the driveway.”

  “Not too many New Yorkers own a car.”

  “I’m one of them.” Tyler smiled, licking the rough stubble on Jordon’s jaw.

  “One of them,” Jordon echoed, like he was getting immersed somewhere in his head.

  “Am I losing you, Mr. Buck?”

  “Hm?”

  “Is it the starvation? Loss of manly juices?” Tyler started chuckling when it seemed Jordon was in a zone.

  “Tyler?”

  “Jordon?”

  “Are we a couple now?”

  “Do you want us to be?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” Tyler’s stomach flipped in excitement.

  “Am I rebounding?”

  “Rebound into me.” Tyler wrapped him up tighter into an embrace.

  “You’ll be loyal? Promise?”

  “Promise.” Tyler kissed his face all over, squirming against him.

  “I believe you. I trust you, Tyler.”

  “I’m not your brother, Jordon. I know how to say no.”

  “I have no idea how to deal with a man on man relationship. Will you be patient with me?”

  “Of course. But I’m going to inform you, as long as you have loyalty and trust, it’s not going to be challenging for us, lover.”

  “You have that.”

  Tyler kissed him again. “What about coming out? Any fears?”

  “None whatsoever.”

  Tyler set back from him in surprise. “Really?”

  “Really. I don’t care. My parents are okay with it. Work? No big deal. Adrian Tripp is out. A man who just left to travel with his lover, Brock Hart, was out. I’ll get no grief.”

  “Cool. There’re no obstacles.”

  “No. None. You must be hungry.”

  “I am. All right? I just don’t want to get out of bed and stop being naked with
you.” Tyler licked Jordon’s neck up to his earlobe.

  “We’ll have a bite and get back to bed. How’s that?”

  “Perfect.” Tyler gave him another good, long hug.

  ***

  Jordon sipped a glass of wine as he stir-fried some rice and vegetables. “My stomach’s empty. This glass is going to my head.”

  “A cheap drunk? My lucky day.” Tyler sat at the kitchen table, watching him.

  When the phone rang, Jordon gave it a pained look.

  “You want me to take over on the food?” Tyler asked.

  “I got it.” Jordon picked up the cordless. “Hello?”

  “Jordon. Blithe phoned me.”

  He twisted over his shoulder to Tyler and whispered, “It’s my mother.” Tyler nodded. As he returned to stir his rice and vegetables, Jordon sighed. “So? Aren’t you going to say I told you so?”

  “That doesn’t sound like me or your father, does it?”

  “No. It doesn’t. It sounds more like me telling myself.” He laughed sadly and tossed sliced chicken into the middle of the wok. It sizzled as he stirred it.

  “Are you all right?”

  “Yes. I’m better than all right.” Jordon peeked back at Tyler and winked at him.

  “Really? I expected you to be in shock. I mean, Blithe didn’t tell me the details, but it sounded like you and Fawn had a terrible argument and the engagement was off.”

  “The irony of what has happened between last night and right now isn’t lost on me, Mom. And it won’t be lost on you.” Jordon poured a mixture of soy sauce and cornstarch on top of the chicken and stirred it around the sizzling pan. He cupped the phone and whispered to Tyler, “Crack an egg for me and beat it up, will you?”

  Tyler jumped to his feet and opened the fridge.

  “Irony?” Maureen asked. “What irony are you talking about?”

  “Let me start with a phone call from my wedding planner.” Jordon watched Tyler whisk the egg in a clear glass bowl.

  “Uh huh…” she replied.

  “I’ll get to that.” Jordon took the bowl and poured it into the middle of the wok. He had pushed the chicken aside, making space for the egg to solidify. “He called me Sunday night after Fawn mentioned she was meeting the girls for a drink.”

  “Yes. I remember her saying that at lunch.”

  Jordon held the phone between his ear and shoulder, giving the rice mixture a good stir and spin around in the hot pan, shutting the flame. “He asked me to meet him at the ‘lesbian’ bar she was at.”

  “Lesbian bar.”

  “Yes. It gets better. Wait.” Jordon waved Tyler over. “It’s done. Scoop some out.”

  “I’ll wait for you,” he whispered.

  “No. Go ahead. I’ll eat now too.”

  “Jordon?”

  “I’m here, Mom. Well, I got there, and gee whiz!” he exclaimed sarcastically. “There’s my fiancée kissing and feeling up the tits of her best friend and co-worker, Camisha.”

  “No.”

  “Yes.” Jordon held a plate near the wok as Tyler filled it for him. “Good,” he whispered, indicating it was enough, then he sat down at the table with Tyler. Jordon continued, “Anyway, I confronted her right there about it.” He took a bite using chopsticks, pleasantly surprised Tyler used them like a pro as well.

  “I can’t believe it,” Maureen sighed.

  “All the time I’m thinking it’s me. That I’m unattractive. Suck in bed.” He met Tyler’s eye and got a sexy wink.

  “Oh, Jordon, I’m sick about it.”

  “Don’t be.” Jordon sipped his ice water. “You know something, Mom?”

  “What, Jordon?”

  “You remember me doubting that true love exists? That it’s the stuff of fairytales?”

  “I do. I can hardly imagine what you think of love now. After this fiasco.”

  “Tyler Holliday is here with me, Mom.” Jordon was so damn proud he was about to burst. “And guess what?”

  “Tell me!” she shouted in excitement.

  “I’m madly in love. Everything you said I needed to feel, I feel for him.” Jordon reached out to touch Tyler’s hand. Tyler set his chopsticks down and kissed Jordon’s knuckles.

  “I knew there was a spark between you two when I found you both that day in the lobby of your building.”

  “It’s no spark, Mom. It’s a goddamn firestorm.” Jordon felt his cock rise to the occasion.

  “And he pleases you sexually?”

  “Mother!” Jordon feigned shock, playfully adding, “He pleases me sexually, intellectually, spiritually… need I go on?”

  “No. No need. I was worried about you all alone in Montclair. I’m no longer worried.”

  “I’m in good hands, Mom. Very damn good hands.”

  “Jordon, I’m blushing.”

  “I’m surprised you can still blush after what you said Bryan tells you.”

  “You’re my favorite. Don’t tell.”

  He chuckled, his smile never leaving Tyler’s. “My lips are sealed.”

  “Yes, but sealed around what, that’s the question?”

  Jordon choked, “Jesus!”

  “Sorry. That was crass. Look, enjoy yourself, forget Fawn, and call me when you’re back in the city.”

  “I will. Say hi to Dad for me.”

  “I love you, Jordon.”

  “You too, Mom. See ya.” He hung up, set the phone down on the table, and continued eating. “She already loves you.”

  “Yeah?” Tyler devoured his food.

  “Yeah.” Jordon winked.

  Chapter Fourteen

  The next day Jordon stood at the elevator of his building, Tyler at his side. In silence they entered it and rode to the top floor. He unlocked the door with his key. Jordon pushed back the door, expecting the unexpected. Would Fawn have wreaked havoc on his home? Shredded his furniture, spray-painted graffiti on his walls?

  The penthouse was completely calm and serene. Nothing out of the ordinary.

  Jordon tossed his keys on the kitchen table where paperwork had been left -- guest lists, bridal shops, photographer information.

  Next to the neat stack of paperwork was a note, a set of keys, and a ring.

  Jordon picked up the two-carat diamond ring and inspected it for a minute before reading the note.

  Jordy,

  I’m sorry. I suppose I kept the engagement going because I just wasn’t sure what I wanted. You were the perfect man, Jordy. You let me be me, you didn’t try to strangle me, change me…

  But when you found me and Camisha together it did make me think. I hadn’t been fair to her either. And to be honest, Jordy, it’s Camisha I love, not you.

  I hope you can forgive me.

  Fawn

  “You okay?”

  Jordon spun around at Tyler’s voice. “Yes.” He gave him the note to read.

  Once he had, he said, “That’s actually very civil of her, Jordon.”

  “It is. I can’t exactly say I blame her.” Jordon delicately placed the ring back in on the table. “If she loves Camisha, she needs to follow her heart.”

  Tyler set the paper down and embraced Jordon, sealing their bodies together, rocking him gently. “I have a few things I need to do today, Mr. Buck. Will you be okay?”

  “I’ll be fine.” Jordon pecked his lips.

  “Interested in a workout? Or too exhausted?”

  “No. I want a workout.”

  “Good. I love getting sweaty with you.” Tyler kissed him passionately.

  Jordon draped his arms over Tyler’s shoulders and met his eyes. “You know… if you lived in this building, you’d get access to the gym every day, no guest pass, no hassles.”

  “I can’t afford to live in this building, Jordon.”

  “Rent free.” Jordon pressed his hard cock into Tyler’s.

  “Are you inviting me to move in?”

  “I am. Too soon? Too impulsive?”