Fan Fiction ❯ Jordan Potter ❯ Chapter 2

My oh my. Is Daimion going to say he's sorry to Jordan? Will his true feelings for the Griffindor boy finally show through? Read on to find out. ^_^

Jordan Potter

Jordan threw himself down onto his bed and sobbed. He'd just told Daimion everything…and it had even seemed that the other boy understood and wanted him as much as he wanted Daimion. But no, it was all a lie. Daimion counted his reputation as a normal, perfect 'straight' little Slytherin as more important than being with Jordan. Kalin lifted his head out of his book as he heard his friends sobs. The older boy had been studying on his bed when he has heard Jordan come in. Now the smaller boys sobs drew him off his bed.

"Jordan?" he asked softly and walked over to the side of Jordan's bed. It took everything he had to lean down and scoop the smaller boy into his arms. He had cared for Jordan through many heartbreaks…but he had a feeling this was going to be different than all the others. This wasn't over some stupid muggle. This was all about Daimion Potter.

"Jordan?" he repeated and sat down beside the crying boy. Jordan lifted his head, tears running down his cheeks.

"He…hates me….loves his…..reputation….more!" he sobbed. Silently Kalin held out his arms, offering some sort of comfort for Jordan. In a blink Jordan had crawled onto his lap and curled up against his chest, still sniffling softly. Kalin stroked his friends head and rocked slowly, whispering reassurances to the smaller boy and making sure he was comfortable.

"I'm sure he just isn't ready to admit that maybe being a Slytherin is less important than being with you. That's why he's scared that being with you will make everyone laugh at him." Jordan lifted his head.

"You think so?" he sniffled. Kalin nodded and stretched out on his side, pulling Jordan down onto the bed with him and stroking his side. No words were needed for Jordan to understand that he should relax. Whispering a final thank you to his long time friend he let his eyes slip closed and drifted off to sleep.

Kalin lay in bed beside Jordan for nearly a hour before he gently pried himself from the boys arms and stood up. That Malfoy can't talk to Jordan like that he though angrily and slipped through the Griffindor portal. I'm gonna go have a talk with Daimion…

Daimion yawned and padded into the Slytherin common room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. It was 5:30am…it was Saturday…it was to damn early to be awake! Slumping into a chair Daimion tucked his feet under him and wrapped himself in the blanket he had carried with him.

"You have some nerve saying your reputation is more important than he is." Daimion jumped to his feet, looking around.

"Who said that!?" he demanded, clutching his blanket closer to his body. All that was under that blanket was a pair of skin tight, and very thin, boxers. Kalin stepped out from the shadows.

"Mathers!" Daimion snapped and sunk back down onto his chair, still holding the blanket tight to his slender body. Kalin just smirked at the blonde haired Slytherin body and stepped towards him, dressed only in a thin t-shirt and a pair of loose boxers.
"It's time I teach you that your reputation can't always be your excuse…" he said quietly and set a hand on either side of Daimion's body, gripping the chair arms and leaning down over the blonde. Daimion sat back a little.

"What are you planning Mathers?" he asked softly. Soft, warm lips pressed to his and his inhaled deeply through his nose, eyes wide in surprise and a little fear. Kalin's hand cupped the back of his head, holding him in the kiss as his long tongue probed the smaller boys mouth with obvious experience. Daimion could only sit there at let the kiss continue, knowing he had no chance against the muscled Griffindor beater. Kalin's hands roamed over his body, tugging away his blanket and massaging the bulge between his legs. Daimion gasped in surprise, giving Kalin more of a chance to probe his mouth some more. In a matter of seconds the Griffindor had the blonde on his back and was kneeling between his spread legs, his erection obvious, even in his loose boxers.

"Let's see if that reputation of yours can 'excuse' you from what I'm going to do to you…" was all he said. Daimion's eyes widened in fear as Kalin pushed down his boxers, exposing his arousal. With strong arms the older boy pinned Daimion down and slowly lowered his firm body against the boy beneath him.

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…. Kalin is really fed up with the way Daimion has been treating Jordan and he's finally acted upon it. Is this going to change Daimion's views or is the Slytherin seeker going to close himself off from everyone he cares about to hide what Kalin has done to him? Questions? Suggestions? Review and find out what's going to happen next!