Jordan’s apartment had two bedrooms, and it felt like a home. It had a light-yellow living room and kitchen combo and a light lavender master bedroom and a king-sized bed with drawers underneath and a pillar for storage on each side. There was a picture of the ocean and a wood-masted sailboat on one wall, and another picture of two Renaissance knights kissing.
Ian stared at the last one. “Two knights kissing.”
“Yes, there was a lot of that back then. It was accepted as normal. In fact, one of the duties of a squire was to supply sex for the knight when they were on assignments away from the castle.”
“Wow.”
Jordan put soft music on and said, “These are boy bands from the sixties.”
“They’re awesome. I’ve never heard them.”
“I like them.” He slowly undressed Ian, and Ian stood naked with a throbbing boner. He put his hands over it. “Don’t be embarrassed.”
“I can’t help it.”
Jordan lifted him onto the bed, striped himself naked, and knelt between Ian’s legs, sucking his dick.