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Indie, semi selective, (sometimes) canon-divergent rp sideblog for Jordan Mahkent from DC Universe's Stargirl. Sideblog to lowerqualityrp Tracking sxnderknust Jordan is written and loved by Eden

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“While I do consider myself faithful, organized religion isn’t quite my forte,” Jordan began as he walked down the aisles, looking from the long pews to the stained glass windows. “I would have guessed that the same would hold true for you.”

Standing up straight, the Norwegian let out a soft sigh and turned his gaze back towards his former accomplice. “You wanted to meet. Why? I thought you had deemed I was no longer useful when you left.”

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“‘Too’ comfy?” Syl mused, leaving the general vicinity of Jordan’s home and hitting the road proper. “There’s no such thing as too comfy.

“You could’ve come out in pyjamas and I’d be really freakin’ smitten with you.”

With the road so clear (not that Syl expected any different in Nowheresville, Nebraska), he allowed himself a moment to look to Jordan at his side and offer him a smile. “But right now? Like this?”

“You look dangerously handsome, Jordan.”

And even if admitting that made him feel a bit shy, the upbeat tunes of the Spice Girls fading to the more classic sounds of Earth, Wind, and Fire in the background was a good distraction to tap his fingers to.

(The suit hid a lot of Jordan’s physique, needless to say.)

“I kinda– I feel like I’ve just picked up, like, the most infamous boy at school? Not like a popular jock type, or anything, but just the guy that everyone knows of but doesn’t actually know? ‘cause you’re so mysterious and all. And…”

He stumbled over his words, sheepish. “…I guess what I’m trying to say is a part of me can’t believe you’re in my car.

“That you’re letting me drive you around in my car. That’s, like, two levels of elation there, ‘cause– I’ve poured blood, sweat, and tears into this thing and… I really like you, so.”

A moment.

“Huh. I think I just blew straight through small talk and kinda fucked that pacing up. Sorry– what I meant to say was ‘how was the rest of your day after work?’”

A shy smile ghosted over Jordan’s lips and he ducked his head sheepishly as Sylvester began to reassure him that he wasn’t dressed too casually.

“Well, I thought about wearing my pajamas, but those are really just sweatpants. Didn’t think it’d be the most appropriate choice for a first date,” he teased, smile widening ever so slightly.

As he complimented him, though, his cheeks tinged ever so slightly.

“You’re too kind, Syl. And the same could be said about you, by the way. I mean, you’re always so dangerously handsome. I’ve wondered what you’d look like out of your suit,” he paused, flushing violently as he realized how it came out. “I mean, like, in normal clothes, not naked. Not that you’re not someone to think of like that because clearly you’re... I’m just going to stop before you decide to turn the car around.”

He drew in a deep breath to try and calm himself down, not wanting to blow his shot with Syl and so soon.

“It’s a beautiful car. I’m not the best with them, personally, but I can appreciate them... and I really like you, too.”

He grinned and looked over at him once again. “I already just accidentally insinuated I think of you naked. I think you’re fine.” He shrugged slightly. “It was fine. Finished up the report so you’ll be getting that on Monday.”

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Jordan felt a shiver run through his spine as Syl’s fingertips grazed along the line of his throat, soft moan muffled slightly by the hold his teeth had on his lower petal.

As he pulled his lip from between his teeth, a soft gasp fell out.

It was amazing how such subtle things like how his lover’s lips stroked against the outer shell of his ear, warm breath caress already flushed skin made the experience all the more amazing. And gods would he do anything Syl ever asked of him if he asked like that.

Jordan had never thought he could feel so warm as he did with Syl’s hands sliding down his front.

A choked groan clawed its way from his lungs as his hand wrapped around his leaking member, hips bucking of their own accord.

“Don’t stop,” he pleaded softly.

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manstar​:

He was nervous.

Pat told him not to be nervous, which made him more nervous, which prompted him to text Pat, who told him to stop being nervous.

It was a vicious cycle.

But the moment Jordan walked out of his house, stopping Syl in the middle of opening the driver’s seat door and going out to ring-a-ding-dong like a normal person, that horrid, vomit-inducing anxiety turned into awed eyes and a slack jaw.

This was seriously happening.

And, okay, so he still moved quickly out of the car so he could slide over the hood and open the door for Jordan to enter, but standing there in old jeans, old sneakers, and a slightly-worn button-down that was ‘supposed to bring his eyes out’ (okay, Merry), Syl wondered if it still counted as gentlemanly, or if he just seemed sad.

He wasn’t going to overthink.

“Hey.”

And that, he felt, was a casual, succinct greeting they were both used to, but was probably significantly enhanced with the way he couldn’t take his eyes off of Jordan in casual fucking clothing.

The door shut, Syl moved around to his own seat, and he took a moment just to look at the man at his side as if he couldn’t believe this was happening.

But it was happening.

And– and, fuck, Stop by the Spice Girls was on the radio (PAT!!!!!!).

“Uh–” He laughed, rubbing lightly at the tip of his nose. “Comfy? Yeah?”

Because he was going to start driving, and it was too late to change the god damn song, anyway.

“Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

Oh God.

As he watched his date slide over the hood over his own car, he couldn’t help but chuckle fondly and shake his head. While the move was unexpected, it was also kind of cute since it was such a Syl thing to do.

“Hey,” Jordan replied, an almost timid smile on his lips as he looked Syl over as he stood up.

As he moved towards the door that was opened for him, he leaned in and gave a quick peck to the cheek in gratitude before taking his seat.

“Yeah, definitely.” He paused and looked down at his outfit. 

“I don’t look... too comfy, right?” he questioned hesitantly, discretely asking if he looked okay the way he was dressed. He wasn’t used to casual wear around, and while initially he thought he looked fine, he began to have second thoughts. 

He silently began to think of his wardrobe and thought of which sweater and trousers would work nicely. 

Perhaps a comfy moccasin as well would work well with it.

Though, as Syl mentioned getting out of there, the faint grin returned to his lips and he nodded.

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“Things I love about you: Eyes the way you look at me and I know everything’s going to be okay. Laugh the sound of your laughter whenever you’ve told a joke you think is so funny, it deserves to be heard everywhere. Nose the way it bumps into mine whenever we kiss. Lips the words it holds; how you tell me I’m beautiful, not in the way my hair is curled or how perfect my eyeliner looks, but when we wake up in the morning and the sunlight hits my face. Hands how you hold me when I am scared at night, when my worries eat me away but in them, I feel safe as I sleep soundly next to you.”

— Ming D. Liu

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Love is the death of duty. (I would do it all again.)

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Seven o’clock rolled around all too quickly. Fortunately, he had just finished putting the Skolebrød in a lidded basket (after having almost dropped the dough and finished products on a couple of occasions as his mind drifted to the way Syl’s lips had felt as the brushed against his cheek).

He had changed into a pair of his favorite jeans; a newer, cleaner pair of running shoes; and a nice, fitted black v-neck. Even though Syl told him to dress comfortable, he still needed to look presentable in a way that was good enough for his own standards.

Though, he was excited to see Syl in whatever he chose to wear. He always looked good in all of the suits he walked in with. He could only imagine how good he looked in every day wear.

Jordan walked outside, blanket and basket in hand just as Syl had pulled up to his front door.

He beamed widely at the sight of the other and made his way to the passenger side.

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“If you’re that easily distracted by the thought of them before our first date, you’re going to be in big trouble if I manage to make you fall for me,” Jordan teased.

His gaze followed the other’s hand, an empathetic glint shimmering in his eyes as he thought briefly about his own responsibilities.

Which he should probably get back to, huh?

“I can’t wait to hear your attempt. I’m sure you’re going to be just fine learning it,” he responded sincerely. Syl was an incredibly smart man. He didn’t doubt he’d learn it.

Pausing as he had began to stand up, noticing Syl rise as well, his brows furrowed in confusion as to what was going on.

Though, as he felt the airy touch to his chin and soft lips brush against his clean-shaven cheek, he couldn’t help the goofy, bashful smile that rose to his lips or the slight flush to his cheeks.

“I, uh… yeah, I-I do.”

Damn, how was it so easy for Syl to turn the tables?

“You know,” Syl said, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he considered the warmth that was all too obvious on Jordan’s pale skin, “it’s unfair how blushing is cute on you and completely friggin’ embarrassing on me.”

But, the butterflies in his stomach flying at an alarming rate, his hand slipped off Jordan’s shoulder.

‘If I manage to make you fall for me’ was the understatement of the year, he felt.

“Um… I’ll pick you up later, seven on the dot. Promise. Wear something comfy, okay?”

He leaned back against his desk, hands anchored at either side of him, and smiled softly, gently.

“Now get outta here before people rightly accuse me of favouritism, Mahkent.”

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Jordan’s breath caught in his throat as he felt Syl buck forward again after he had whispered against his glistening, sweat covered flesh. When it finally fled his throat, a long, breathless moan pulled with it.

“Fuck, Syl, yes!”

One of his hands shot back to hold onto Syl’s hip as if to slow him down and speed him up simultaneously. He just needed to feel every part of him. He was becoming desperate for him in every way.

His eyelids fluttered shut and he bit his lower lip roughly, soft, pleasured grunts buzzing behind his lips with each snap of his hips.

His body began to tremble and blunt nails dug into Syl’s flesh, feeling himself grow closer to the edge. He didn’t want this to end, not just yet. It felt too good-too right being like this.

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“If you make me think about mouth kisses at work, I’m not gonna get through this pile at all.”

At ‘this pile’, Syl made a brief gesture to the stack of papers to his right, then laughed a bit in his sheepishness.

“But, uh.” He coughed lightly into the side of his fist in an attempt to hide the warmth in his cheeks. “I’ll take that as good incentive to practise as much as I can until I see you again later.”

With a thoughtful bite to the corner of his lip, he looked up at Jordan, then spared a look to the closed blinds of his office window.

Syl stood, walking over and bending the slightest bit, and tilted Jordan’s chin up with one hand to kiss his cheek first.

“Because you have to go to work.”

Then he clapped his hand on Jordan’s shoulder, standing up at full height once more.

“If you’re that easily distracted by the thought of them before our first date, you’re going to be in big trouble if I manage to make you fall for me,” Jordan teased.

His gaze followed the other’s hand, an empathetic glint shimmering in his eyes as he thought briefly about his own responsibilities.

Which he should probably get back to, huh?

“I can’t wait to hear your attempt. I’m sure you’re going to be just fine learning it,” he responded sincerely. Syl was an incredibly smart man. He didn’t doubt he’d learn it.

Pausing as he had began to stand up, noticing Syl rise as well, his brows furrowed in confusion as to what was going on.

Though, as he felt the airy touch to his chin and soft lips brush against his clean-shaven cheek, he couldn’t help the goofy, bashful smile that rose to his lips or the slight flush to his cheeks.

“I, uh... yeah, I-I do.”

Damn, how was it so easy for Syl to turn the tables?

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“Oh God, right there,” Jordan panted breathlessly as he felt Syl’s arm tighten around the front of his shoulders and hold steadily on his arm.

His hands curled firmly around his forearm and he couldn’t help the ghost of a smile that settled onto his lips as his partner pressed an open mouthed kiss against his shoulder blade.

Jordan might have had a couple relationships historically, but none of them were serious. In fact, this was his first time. He had never been too concerned with intimacy in this capacity if it wasn’t something significant between himself and the other person. Hell, he’d only ever kissed one other person before Syl. He wasn’t interested in dating or sleeping around as if he were sampling his selection. He wanted something real, and he knew he had that with the middle Pemberton son.

Though, as Syl continued to thrust deeply inside of him, grinding against that spot, he began to truly understand what all of the fuss was about. Now that they finally got to this point, he couldn’t help but wonder how it had taken them so long. 

His fingers gripped a bit more tightly and his head began to loll forward, gasping and moaning quietly as he pushed back against Syl’s hips.

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