Ladder

"You give me a ladder now
I surely believe I'll climb
It don't even matter now
I'm willing to take my time....

I wanted it to be easy
I know that I'll make you tired
Some tell me you're slow and lazy
Some tell me you're so inspired...."


‘So…let me get this straight…,’ started Hayden.

Jordan stopped him. ‘What is to get straight?’ His right hand grasped the hem of Hayden’s shirt and pulled him closer, so that his face was almost pressed against his chest. He caught the faint scent of cloves on his skin and breath. ‘I just told you what I wanted to do.’ His voice was just loud enough for him to make out. ‘If you aren’t cool with it, I’ll understand. But…well…I think you’re cute…and maybe I thought you felt the same…and….to be honest…I think I want to know what you kiss like.’

His eyes widened a bit. ‘Kiss like?’ He was still processing.

He nodded. ‘You know…kiss. Lips on lips? Maybe a slip of the tongue?’ He grinned. ‘Hard or soft?’

Hayden couldn’t help but let a small smile slip past, his eyes narrowing in amusement. ‘You’re like glass, you know that?’

He laughed- a nice, warm and welcome sound. ‘Crystal, Hayden. Crystal.’ The hand loosened and slipped towards the top of his leathers, two fingers slipping into a belt loop and tugging down. ‘So.….unless I am wasting my time, and you’re just amusing me-’

‘You’re not,’ he blurted, almost drowned out by Nine Inch Nails.

‘I better not be. I’d hate to be disappointed.’ Raising a dark brow, ‘Now…about that dark corner….I think something else would be better….’

‘Better?’

‘Better.’

Biting his lip, he asked, ‘Better than a dark corner…with someone you want to make out with?’ He was at a loss. ‘What’s better than that?’ As much as his body wanted this faunlike creature, he was still a bit wary in his heart- after all, it wasn’t as though he did this every day.

Grinning, he said, ‘Follow me and find out, Hayden.’ He slipped his hand away, then moved from the bar. Hayden pushed off as well, dropping the money for the drink on the bar before following.

He wasn’t sure what he meant, but intended to find out.


He caught up to him at the still-crowded door, filing out with others. He grabbed his shoulder lightly, and he gave a half-turn, then smiled andt got going.

//Fucking tease.//

Keeping up with him wasn’t a problem, and if he had gotten away from him, he would have still seen him weaving through the crowd, which thinned out the further they moved from the club. He gave a small frown- //where the fuck is this guy going to?// Annoyance and want were running in equal tandem in his system, and it fueled his steps.

Jordan acted as though he was strolling aimlessly through a park, instead of looking like jailbait on a darkened street in one of the wildest parts of town, smoking one of his cloves. He took something from the pocket of those impossibly tight leathers and paused, putting out the clove as Hayden heard an alarm beep off and stopped short as he saw him open the front passenger car door, then look back at him. He grinned, leaning over the door.

‘What?,” he asked. ‘You never seen a car before?’

Hayden was about a half a car length away, but still didn’t move closer. ‘No way,’ he finally said after a minute. ‘No *fucking* way.’

‘Oh, so you haven’t seen one before,’ he teased. ‘Boy, you *are* a sheltered guy.’ He leaned down and he saw him lean across the driver’s side. He moved his head down for a minute, then popped back up after thirty seconds. The faint strains of Middle Eastern wailing suddenly broke the short silence, a chugging guitar riff underneath the vocal. He slipped back out of the car and said, ‘Well? You not like this music?” Another wicked smile. ‘I love this group.”

Coming slightly closer, Hayden asked, ‘Who is it?’

‘The Sisters. Awesome fucking group.’

‘The Sisters?’

‘Sisters of Mercy, Hayden. Most people call ‘em the Sisters.’ He stopped. ‘You don’t like it?’

He shook his head. “No…no, they’re kinda cool. I like this so far.”

A smile. “Yeah…yeah.” He stepped from the car and towards him. He grabbed the hem of his shirt like he had in the club and said, “It sounds better inside, Hayden,” pulling him towards the car. Hayden didn’t even try to protest.

Jordan slammed the front door as they passed and then opened the back door and said, ‘Have a seat, Hayden.’

He looked backwards for a second, noting the rather long looking seat. A back seat. A long, dark back seat. He bit his lip, thinking that it had been a long time since anyone had tried to coerce him into one, even at his age. Looking back at Jordan, he asked, ‘*This* is your better idea?’

He pushed against him, his upturned eyes boring into his. They looked even darker than they had in the club. ‘Hayden….it’s a deserted corner. Everyone is in the club. No one will see us.’

‘Fuck no, Jordan…I am not ready to-’ His complaint was cut off by Jordan yanking down the hem of his shirt roughly and pressing his mouth against his, hard and rough, the scent stronger now, cool and intoxicating. He swallowed the words that were on his tongue, and when he tried to pull back, he felt Jordan’s mouth open slightly and suck in his lower lip, nipping it lightly. Hayden couldn’t hide the moan nor the heat racing through him. A hand slipped around the back of his neck, holding him down, and Hayden’s own hands found the boy’s waist and pulled him in, then down over his rear. He grasped it and heard Jordan groan, and finally pull back, gently releasing his lip.

‘Fuck, Hayden,’ he rasped. He pressed against him, moaning softly. ‘Get in the fucking *car*.’ He moved his hands to his shoulders, pressed down on them, and pushed him inside the car. Hayden sprawled across the seat in a bit of an excited haze and watched as Jordan slid inside, then pulled the door closed. He reached over the front seat and locked the doors automatically, then leaned back and crawled up his body, straddling his waist and pressing his shoulders flat down on the seat. Hayden reached his right hand up and around the back of his neck, then pulled his head down, moving on total autopilot now, with the other hand moving under Jordan’s shirt, touching the cool but smooth skin of Jordan’s lower back.

He gave a loud gasp, then grinned down at him. The music had become harder, more industrial in nature, but no less seductive in sound. He rubbed against him slightly, and it was Hayden’s turn to gasp. It was more than painfully clear that Jordan was naked under those leathers, and as hard as Hayden was. He could already feel the air vibrate around him. Fighting to keep his eyes open, he whispered, “Kiss me…I wanna kiss you…’

That smile played over Jordan’s lips again. ‘Yeah? Is that all?,” he rasped. He brushed his lips teasingly. ‘You only wanna kiss me, Hayden?” A slight flick of his tongue, making Hayden hiss out a breath.

“Fuck, Jordan, I said kiss me,” he rasped, pulling his mouth down to his, fighting to not lose control. He kissed him roughly, aggressively fighting to force his mouth open. He wanted to taste the inside of that teasing warmth, warmth that tasted of cloves and mint and Jordan. His left hand slipped to Jordan’s waist, gripping it tightly. He was rewarded with a whimper from the boy, his eyes fluttering closed, and his lips opened for him. He dove inside of his mouth, searching for his tongue, and twined his own tongue around it. He fought with it, teasing him, making him grind harder against his body, and Hayden slipped his right hand down his back to anchor on the other hip. He arched upwards slightly, hips flush on Jordan’s.

He was glad for lying down, because all the blood had gone south, along with any coherence he may have had left to that point. He bucked slightly, hands now forced to again grasp Jordan’s ass. A groan slipped past his lips, into Hayden’s mouth and straight down to his cock.

More shifting of bodies….more moans from the backseat, almost as loud as the music now. Leather on leather, kisses fighting for dominance…hands starting to roam again- under shirts, over warm flesh, between bodies…fingers sliding into hair and nails grazing scalps….kisses broken and renewed….heat so strong and enveloping, the windows- tinted though they were- soon began to steam from the motions of the boys…

Jordan broke the kisses first, eyes glazed over and lips swollen in pleasure, his breaths coming hard and hot. He stared down at Hayden and said hoarsely, ‘You look like you’ve been fucking,’ then laughed shortly, but didn’t move.

Hayden grinned. “So do you.” Jordan’s lipstick was past history, and his eyeliner was following the same path.

‘Fuck…I didn’t think I could stop…”

“Then don’t.” Hayden was beyond sane and clear thought- to have some more if what he’d just sampled….he’d stay flat on his back all night. “Keep going….don’t stop.”

Jordan narrowed his eyes and smirked. “Careful what you ask for, Hayden,” then crashed back down over his lips, shifting and rubbing against him again. Hayden’s eyes rolled back as he opened his mouth to accept him again. He didn’t know how long they had gone on kissing- it seemed like hours, and in the scheme of things, it didn’t matter at all- all that mattered was the pleasure he received from it.

He felt Jordan’s hands wander again, moving down his chest, playing over his groin…moving lower still…feeling more than hearing or seeing Jordan slip the button open on his leathers, lowering the zipper slightly, fingers sliding in and lightly grazing his cock.

//*Fuck*//, he thought, moaning. //Holy…fucking…//. He pressed him closer, feeling cool fingertips tease his length, lips and tongue swallowing moans. One hand now fully grasping him, stroking like air over him. He bucked upwards harder, tightening the grip on his ass now.

Another hand peeling away the second skin….stroking the bare flesh of his hip…what is happening….hand moving harder on his cock, slow still, but long movements, from the tip and then down…over and over…. Kisses continuing…. Hayden’s hands kneading flesh…. Strokes moving faster….breaking away from Jordan’s mouth to cry out loud…

Hand moving across his fluttering stomach, peeling the leather away from the other hip…pulling and tugging, lips touching lips but merely teasing, brushing, passing breath from mouth to mouth….he can only pant to breathe, to stay conscious…. To focus on the heat from Jordan’s hands….

Jordan sat up slightly, eyes hooded. Moving his hands upwards now to his chest, he stared at him for what seemed like long minutes, then said:

‘I am gonna fucking taste you, Hayden. Now.’

His heart was now beating loud in his ears, making the music fade into a dull roar in his head, as he sat up slightly and watched as Jordan slid down slowly between his legs, hands trailing over him and catching the leathers, pulling them down his thighs, then his calves, his eyes never leaving his face. He moved back up and opened his legs slightly. Hayden bit down on his lip as he felt Jordan’s tongue flicker out to tease the tip of his hardness.

//I am gonna fucking die.//

More teasing, his hands holding his thighs open, the tip of his tongue snaking around the head, flickering….teasing….tasting….slipping it past his lips, sucking slightly…

‘*Fuck*,” he cried. ‘Jordan…” His head fell back against the seat, eyes shut tight. He felt him take more of him into his mouth, moving down on him….sucking a bit before pulling up, then moving even lower….over…and over….until he had all of him surrounded by wetness, heat and flesh.

Hayden could only reach for and clutch his hair tightly, keeping him close…as close as he could handle. He felt his mouth move up again… and then down…long seconds would pass before he would repeat the action….but he did, and each time Hayden fought to breathe….fought to not lose it before he could complete his pleasure…his hips arched up from the seat with every upward stroke, eliciting muffled moans from Jordan, and causing him to pick up his pace.

Faster….faster….Hayden felt his Jordan’s head move up and down quicker, hands tight on his hips now, swallowing and releasing and swallowing again, over and over….shorter strokes now, picking up the pace….Hayden knew he was pushing him closer to the edge….every repeated movement, every flicker….a hand on his cock now, holding him, taking only half of him inside of his mouth….harder….harder….Hayden tossed his head back and forth, moaning….panting….whimpering loudly….a hand under him now, moving towards his opening….fingers stroking it, coaxing it open….a questing digit moving inside…hurting…hurting but wanting more….opening to it….

Deeper….felt it moving….Jordan’s mouth now sucking the head again, hard as he could….Hayden couldn’t hear, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak…he was so close now….so close and it would be so hard….so hard….finger questing deeper…deeper…suddenly stroking something….felt like….felt so…

‘*Shit*….shit…..fucking *hell*…..’ He screamed, he cried out. He couldn’t articulate anything….the finger brushing it, inside of him….short circuiting….hips slamming into his mouth, arching his back and body…..spilling hard and full and hot from his body…..from every part of him….

He thought he saw angels when he came.

Long moments passed. He tried to relearn how to breathe, how to slow his heart…but it took so long. It had forever since he’d had an orgasm like that, if he’d *ever* had one like that. His entire body had felt it, needed it…and took him with it when it exploded. He was vaguely aware of music lowering, a body shifting…soft full lips brushing his. He opened his eyes slowly, staring into jewels clouded by lust, a smile more seductive than not.

‘Must have been a while for you,” Jordan asked softly, fingers slipping into his hair.

Hayden nodded. ‘Yeah… a few months,’ he breathed.

‘Thought so.” A soft kiss. ‘I loved how you tasted, Hayden. Like fucking candy. And when you came….sweet cream. Sweet fucking cream.’ He sighed. “I could suck you all night.”

I won’t stop you. “You would, huh?,” Hayden asked lightly.

Grinning, he replied, “And fuck you too. I wanna fuck you too, Hayden…if you want to…with a guy, I mean.”

//Shit…damn near done everything *else* with a guy now.// “Really?’

“Really…” He trailed off, then smiled. “Fuck yes, Hayden. Hell fucking yes.” He kissed him again, proving his point. Hayden could only reply with a kiss in turn. He already knew that he would. It wasn’t a matter of ‘if’ now….just ‘when’ and ‘for how long’.

He hoped all fucking night long…and even longer.