Welcome to the beginning of a most interesting story. My goal is to make you go through so many emotions. Part of this story is going to explore some mature themes. If you're underage of this shit is illegal where you are, please leave. If you also don't like that man on man stuff, then exit now.
Thanks for reading. Jesse Skyline
Change of Pace, Chapter 1
Stumbling into the abyss of that empty apartment after yet another successful week of not getting fired, Jordan Katnipp fumbled as he tried to find the light switch in his kitchen while doing the pee pee dance. At 29 for a few more weeks Jordan had no problem going out every Friday night to find someone to bring home for a good time. This night was different but he didn't think anything of it as he hastily chucked his keys on the kitchen counter and use his phone as a light to make his way to the bathroom. Sure some fixtures got knocked over in the process but he made it to the bathroom.
After relieving himself for what seemed like an eternity and quite possibly was because he might of just dozed off while urinating, Jordan made his way to the kitchen for a late night snack but stumbled and fell into the couch where he apparently decided to spend the rest of the evening in a deep drunken slumber.
He was awakened in the early hours of the morning by two major disturbances: the bright sunlight coming from the living room windows down onto his face and his apartment intercom. Jordan's hangover wasn't crippling to the effect of not being able to flip over, which was great to eliminate one annoyance, but that couldn't get rid of the intruder.
Once more the intercom beeped again. Jordan lifted his head up to stare at the intercom, in hopes that it would make the buzzing stop, but he even wasn't naïve enough to think that would work. Jordan rolled onto the floor and pretty much crawled his way over to the front door and hit the button. "ummmm Yeeeeess?"
"Dude let me up. Picked up some joe."
"Shit Derek. Fine but that joe is the only reason I'm letting you up." Jordan replied as he hit the button to release the lock on the lobby door a few floors down.
Jordan unlocked the door and made his way over to the couch and pulled a blank on top of him as the front door flew open. In walked Derek Jay. He had a presence about him that he acted like God's gift to anyone legal, which is exactly how Derek acted. He was an equal opportunity fucker to either sex. Seven nights a week, Derek got what he wanted.
Derek wasn't always like this. Right out of college he was an avid nerd in every aspect. He enjoyed video games, reading, role playing and he drew graphic novels too. His first day working at Introspect Financial in the IT department, he got called to setup a laptop for a new associate in the portfolio relationship management office. He walked in to see a very fine specimen of a man sitting at a desk staring at a computer that would turn on and show a bunch of weird characters, Jordan Katnipp.
From there Jordan and Derek were inseparable. Jordan immediately showed Derek things that he would have never learned otherwise. As cliché as it may sound, Derek surpassed Jordan at one point. Jordan is a gentleman of a unique caliber. He enjoys a classic clean lifestyle on the streets that he knew most men and women were fascinated by and he used this to his advantage. A 23 year old who knows Frank Sinatra, can dance like Justin Timberlake and who can fuck like a porn star. Jordan enjoyed elegance with a touch of modern. He set standards and was envied by many. Combining his skill set with teachings and about a seven year friendship, student did in fact surpass the teacher.
Derek knew he was lucky to have Jordan in his life. Their friendship was idolized by mutual friends, colleagues and romantic conquests alike. They were both revered as smart hardworking individuals who showed pride in their work.
Derek closed the door and walked over to the couch. He placed a cup of warm coffee on a coaster for Jordan as he sipped his own. Derek had an appearance of a well put together gentleman. His hair was light in containing any product and his clothes slightly wrinkled. One would think that Derek had put in a lot of appearance but "You're still rocking last nights outfit...which you also wore to work." Jordan mumbled as he grabbed his coffee.
"Must I explain or can you possibly use your imagination which we both know isn't far from the truth." Derek replied as he kicked off his shoes.
"You got laid. Got it."
"Close. Threesome with a couple here on their honeymoon. Still trying to decide if the bride or groom was the best in bed."
"Neither was if you have to decide. Nice job on the lay though."
"It's a personal best for me." He muttered as he sat back and put his arms out along the back of the couch pulling Jordan into a hug.
Jordan pushed off of him "Dude you haven't even showered since yesterday morning."
Derek took this as his cue to go take a shower, which wasn't abnormal in each other's apartments. Jordan took a couple of more sips and do the same as he couldn't stand the smell of bourbon that he couldn't get rid of.
He undressed when he got in his bedroom and went into the bathroom full of steam as he heard Derek singing. Jordan couldn't understand how Derek is so bright eyed and happy after a night like last night. The two had just finished a major project at work that had pleased their clients and bosses.
Jordan shook his head and climbed into the shower as Derek was rinsing his hair off. Derek stopped singing as he took the body wash and stepped aside to allow Jordan access to the showerhead. Derek soaped up his hard body that was easily over developed. He admired his hard work as he massaged the soap in. In his mind, he thanked Jordan for making him go to the gym 5 nights a week, every week. Jordan didn't take any excuses from Derek when it came to working out.
Without a word spoken they switched spots as needed until both were showered and Jordan stopped out to grab towels them. He quietly handed Derek a towel as he dried off and headed into his walk in closet to grab something to wear for himself and Derek.
"Thank you Jordan," Derek said as he pulled a shirt over his head.
"Yea anytime man." Jordan replied as he walked over to his bed and grabbed the remote to put on some tv and he laid down on his covers.
Derek knew what this meant. Jordan may come across as cool, calm, confident and having his shit together, but sometimes he needs to open up a be a bit vulnerable. This usually involved laying on Jordan's California king bed and talking while he vents and opens up. "What's up Jordan?" he asked as he laid down next to Jordan.
"Do you ever get tired of it all?"
"Tired of what?"
"You know. The daily/weekly/monthly shit. Get up, go to the gym, come home shower, go to work, go out, get laid and do it all over."
Now Derek knew his best friend rather well. He knew that Jordan liked routines. He knew there was something in particular that was bothering him. He decided to play in a bit while playing detective. "You love our routine. You got me into it. Don't forget about the scrawny little fucked you met and cleaned up."
"I didn't clean you up. All I did was point out your potential."
"Jordan. We both know what you did. Thank you. Now what's up?"
"This stays between us. I will bite your balls off if you tell anyone what I'm about to tell you," he began, "I am so over this getting laid repeatedly thing."
Derek sat there speechless. To say that Jordan created a monster is an understatement. Derek took everything that Jordan taught him about being a presentable, talented classy male and took it to exponential levels. What Derek didn't realize is that there is only so much to go around. He gave Jordan a perspective that most don't get to see. Creating a protégé in Derek gave Jordan a perspective that most people aren't likely to see
"So what are you thinking?" Derek asked.
"Time to meet somebody. Settle down. Domestic life."
"Let me know how it goes." Derek began, "I, on the other hand, am heading home to clean up and hit the gym. Perhaps a nap. Hit you up later."
Derek left Jordan's apartment to leave him to his thoughts.
There you go readers. Already working on Chapter 2. Send me some thoughts. Good. Bad. Directions.
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