Xavior

I was wandering a bit and noticed Vanessa was showing Keith around. It made me wonder what Greg was doing without them. I turned to go find him when someone came up behind me and dropped a blindfold over my eyes.

A quick sniff told me it was Jordan, and I smiled. “Darling, I have a surprise for you. Will you come with me?”

“Have I ever told you no?”

“There’s always a first time,” Jordan said. His voice was nonchalant about it. Frankly, I was happy for the distraction. I shouldn’t be thinking about Greg at all. But my thoughts kept returning to him over and over again like a broken recording.

I let Jordan guide me upstairs to my room. I knew it was mine by the smell of it and then realized there were a few more smells besides. Most of them lust related, some of them smelled like massage oil. Jordan was still behind me, but based on what I was smelling, I knew he'd planned a very enticing surprise.

Jordan opened my bedroom door, then closed it behind us. When he took off the blindfold, in the dim light, I could make out at least ten naked bodies all arrayed in the center of my bedroom, on the floor. They were pouring massage oil, and in some instances, wax on each other.

“Happy birthday, Xavior.” Jordan was removing my suit jacket before I could formulate a response. I noticed a mat had been put down, likely to protect the floors. Which means Jordan had enlisted Edward’s help.

“It’s magnificent. Who are they?” I turned to look at Jordan as he removed his own coat.

“Well, they are a small, erotic fae dance troop that do nude performances.” I saw a few sets of wings that fluttered as Jordan spoke softly.

“Oh? What does that entail exactly?” I asked.

Jordan wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on my shoulder. His touch made my breath hitch a little. The sight on my bedroom floor was unbelievably erotic.

He pressed in a little closer. The feel of his body lined up with mine sped up my heart rate. “Well, we have options. We could watch them, or we could participate, or we could do our own things, and they could be an erotic soundtrack. What do you feel up for tonight, my friend?”

“All of it.” Jordan’s laugh in my ear was seductive as he started picking each button open on my shirt.

We watched as the scene evolved. Hands and tongues disappeared between legs and into mouths. The moans and soft sighs were enough to make me hard. Once Jordan and I had finished undressing each other, we were welcomed into the group with open arms and immediately covered in oil, kisses, hands, and other body parts as we became part of the group collectively seeking a sexual bliss.

I have no idea how many times I came among the group. Before I managed to pull Jordan away to join me on my bed. I grabbed a few more things from the baskets filled with various kinds of protection and lube. They were already half empty by the look of things. The group continued on without Jordan and me as we pressed our oil-slicked bodies together.

“You give excellent birthday presents,” I breathed into his well kissed lips, then kissed him again.

“Only because you and I both enjoy similar things,” he said. “Xavior, are you ready for your next present?”

“There’s more?” Jordan nodded, and I distracted him for a moment sliding along the length of him, our groins pressed together, unabashedly teasing him.

“Stop, you wicked dragon, or I won’t give it to you.”

“Okay, I’ll stop,” I said with a sheepish grin and teased him instead with small kisses to his chest. He reached for something off the nightstand but moaned when my tongue danced across his nipple.

He shook his head and gave me a delighted sigh. “Here,” Jordan said as he held up a small bag.

I looked at it. “What’s that?”

“Magic. It’s supposed to let you connect on a deeper level when you’re having sex with someone.” He handed me the bag.

“Like the chocolates?”

“Not quite, more like a metaphysical connection.”

“Interesting. Let’s try it, shall we?”

Jordan grinned, and I opened the bag. I dumped out two small pieces onto my hand that looked like some kind of bark. I took one, and Jordan took the other. It only took a few minutes to take effect.

Colors blossomed between us. A shared body language sprung up, and I traced kisses down Jordan’s body until I reached his hard length and slid it into my mouth. One moment, I was feeling Jordan’s hand in my hair, then it was an entirely different hand. When I looked up, I realized I was between Greg’s legs, and he was looking directly at me.

I continued, mesmerized at the sight. What the hell did Jordan give me? When Greg came, the connection shifted back to Jordan, and I was disoriented for a moment. When the link reasserted itself between Jordan and I, Jordan’s desire hit me full force, and I swam into it like a man seeking the safe harbor of the familiar.

Jordan spoke in a language I didn't recognize. I knew some fae tongue, but this wasn't the same. And honestly, I couldn't be entirely sure if he was talking to me.

He pulled me up for a kiss and rolled me under him. I went willingly, allowing myself to drown in the sounds, colors, and feelings if only to chase away the images from a few moments earlier.

I wasn’t that lucky. As Jordan entered me, Greg’s face came into view again. He was panting above me, holding me down, determined in a way I’d never seen him. It was stunning and disturbing at the same time. I couldn't look away, and the sight of Greg above me made me reflexively tighten around the solid length in my ass while my cock became painfully hard.

Was I experiencing two events at the same time? Or was it my imagination? At best, it was some kind of fever dream brought on by the bark. I couldn't focus on either man, but I felt Greg and Jordan at the same time. Greg rocked into me, determination on his face. His lips moved, but I had no idea what he said. When he shoved into me hard, I could tell he came, and that's when I let go, coming with a roar that I felt in my bones.

Greg faded from my vision, but Jordan was still above me, thrusting into me, and I felt another orgasm build. It washed over me so quickly, I gasped for breath as my own cries of pleasure stuck in my throat. Jordan came moments later, calling out in the strange language I'd heard earlier. We laid together, heedless of the oil slick, cum-covered mess we'd become. The cacophony of sounds from my floor hadn't stopped and were punctuated with cries, grunts, and screams as various people came.

“How long?” I panted out. Whatever this magic was, it was potent. I wanted it out of my system before we did anything else.

“Not much longer,” Jordan said.

Jordan gave me a gentle kiss. I returned it. As we looked at each other for a moment, I had the distinct impression his present had not turned out the way he had planned. We laid next to each other, touched, and smiled as the last effects of the bark wore off.

“Jordan, What was that exactly?”

He pursed his lips. “It’s supposed to connect you spiritually to the person you are with. Make your orgasms stronger, or some shit,” he laughed. “The second part worked fairly well, I think.”

“Yeah. I’d say so,” I chuckled. Jordan kissed me again. I gave him a content sigh pressed to his lips in return.

He returned my sigh with a heavy one and laid a hand on the center of my chest. “I need to go,” he said. I sniffed and barely caught the regret and tinge of sadness under all the lust and desire still floating between us.

“You don't have to go, Jordan."

I reached up, tucked a lock of hair behind his ear, and used my thumb to trace it. I wanted to convey that I understood, that it wasn't his fault the magic hadn't worked like he planned.

He cleared his throat and put his hand to my cheek, then kissed me again. When he pulled back, he sighed softly. “Work, sweetums, that's all. Let’s get cleaned up so you can walk me to the door.” There was something Jordan wasn't ready to say yet, and I didn't want to push him. I let the half-truth go as he climbed out of bed and offered me his hand.

We went to my ensuite. I started the very large shower and then invited anyone else that wanted to shower off. Jordan and I were slowly joined by the rest of the troop. Showering took another thirty minutes and a few more orgasms.