Magnus Jordan stared at the opposite wall, obviously far from that place in his mind, eyes wide and dark, knees drawn up, body tense as if shutting out the world around him.

Jorge choked on the memories of the countless times he'd seen him like this, after his agony, before and after a deployment, under the influence of strong drugs, or when rehab had pushed him to the limit. He felt how his hands began to tremble and knew that this time it couldn't be the cold.

A sudden decision made him return to his holdall, from inside which he brought out a carefully wrapped pint of whiskey. He couldn't remember what had prompted him to get these during the long drive; he had acted on instinct without thinking about it. Perhaps he had been driven by the prospect of spending long evenings alone without seeing a trace of Jordan, or worse, fear of what he might discover in his quest.

Now he was more than happy about this little help, about every opportunity to erect a protective wall against the raging nature out there, no matter how fragile it was.

He undid the shiny clasp and sat down on the bed next to Magnus Jordan with a sigh. The light bulb flickered again, and at the same time, lightning and thunder sliced ​​through the air, making electricity palpable and visible. Jorge felt Jordan unconsciously holding his breath as he approached him.

"Here, have a drink. Then you'll get warmer!" Magnus Jordan didn't look at him as he grabbed the bottle and took a few deep sips. He coughed dryly, but immediately brought the neck of the bottle back to his mouth as if his life depended on it. Jorge watched him, the scent of the alcohol numbing his senses, though not enough to avoid picking up the familiar smell of his friend that he had been trying desperately to remember for the past few weeks.

Finally, Magnus Jordan seemed to have had enough. He leaned back and dropped his arm with the bottle in his lap. Jorge grabbed him and lifted him as he felt life return to Jordan.

"No Jorge!" Magnus Jordan tried to take the whiskey from him.

"That's okay, Magnus Jordan!" Jorge wanted him to smile at him, but his features didn't want to obey him.

"No, it's not that. Not for you!" Magnus Jordan whispered, almost inaudibly, and clasped Jorge's fingers in his, leaning over to put the bottle down on the floor. Jorge felt the touch like a sting, dry skin on his, a torso leaning against his chest, a leg pressed against his, and right in front of him the silky hair, the features that were so soft on one side and so on the other could be hard and which he had missed so much that it caused him physical pain. With his free hand, he grabbed Magnus Jordan's still-damp strands, pulled him closer to him, breathed in the longed-for smell, and searched for those of the other with his dark eyes. His desire flared, merging with the longing that suddenly overwhelmed them both, until at last, their lips met in a passionate kiss that burned through them, making their limbs tremble and their hearts stop. Jorge buried his hands in Magnus Jordan's hair, kissed him as if he never wanted to walk again, never let him breathe again, wrapped his body around him, and felt that he wanted to hold him tight for eternity.

Magnus Jordan clung to the taller one like a drowning man, his hands slid under his friend's shirt, caressed the smooth skin with rough, long-deprived movements, went up to his neck to get lost in the black, thick curls, and again down until they began fumbling at the front of his jeans. Jorge tried to gasp for air, his heartbeat was pounding, and he sucked tenderly first on Jordan's upper and then on his lower lip before he deepened the kiss, letting his tongue in and allowing his passion space. His hands possessed Magnus Jordan's body, exploring every scrap of skin they could reach until his desire overwhelmed him, and he threw the younger man onto his back in one powerful movement and held him there motionless with the help of his weight. Magnus Jordan's wrists were in his firm grip, his eyes hypnotized him, held him spellbound. Both were breathing heavily, their faces just a tiny bit apart, so close that they shared their breath.

"Please Jorge!" Like a breath swallowed by the roar of the storm, he guessed the words more than he heard them, closed his curved lips with his hot mouth, and let his passion wash away every thought as he released one hand and, with feverish fingers the disturbing one pushing fabric aside to get across the flat stomach to the chest, looking for hard nipples. He played with them, remembering the effect his touch had on the sensitive skin, and wasn't disappointed when Jordan moaned into his mouth, the sound fading into a whimper, "Jorge... Jorge..."

Jorge's mouth loosened and traveled down his chin and cheek to his neck. His thumb circled Magnus Jordan's chest and slid lower until his fingertips trailed over protruding ribs to search along the narrow waist for the waistband of the pants. Jorge's hand found the heat that had spread between Magnus Jordan's legs, clasped the erect member, and began rapid, demanding pumping movements. He got faster and knew very well what Magnus Jordan wanted, what he had always wanted. And he hadn't changed, pushing towards the hand, moving his hips in vain against Jorge's weight while his head slumped back, his mouth opening in a sigh as he came over the hand that gripped him.

Jorge smiled as he slid his lips over Magnus Jordan's temple, traced the contours of the ear with his tongue, and finally sucked on Jordan's earlobe until he felt his exhausted breathing quicken again.

He sat up and watched Jordan's arms twitch as if he wanted to grab him and open him again to drag him. But Jorge had other things, more in mind. With skillful movements, he removed Magnus Jordan's pants, then opened his own to quickly strip them off. He moaned as he gripped his cock, feeling its hardness and impatience.

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