Waiting
A/N: I own nothing...
New Years Eve, Jordan is standing in Shane's living room. It still being early, more people walk through the door. Looking around at all the people gathered for Shane's party, he half listens to what Mark is saying. He really doesn't feel like talking about the lawsuit tonight.
Jordan, Shane, Tommy and Mark are standing off to the side near the balcony door. Mark is saying something about traveling to LA to meet with Sony Records. Shane, who was over it as well, turns to Mark to say, "Hey, man, can't this wait until Monday? I just want to enjoy my own damn party without this shit getting in the way. You aren't working tonight, so go get you a drink." Mark heads off in the direction of the kitchen, where Shane has a bar set up.
Jordan and his band mates are still standing there, not saying much, just looking around the room. Tommy laughs, "Well, aren't we the life of the party? Put this shit out of your heads and have a good time." He walks over to where Deborah is sitting and perches on the arm of her chair.
The room is starting to fill up fast. Jordan turns to Shane and asks, "How many damn people did you invite? It's only 10 o'clock and this place is starting to get packed. You're gonna have fun cleaning this shit up."
"It'll be alright. That's what I pay the maid for, huh?" Greeting some guy Jordan doesn't know, Shane turns away for a minute before turning back to Jordan who's had a frown on his face since he arrived. "And don't stand around here brooding all night. You go find your wife and enjoy yourself." Shane walks away, leaving Jordan by himself.
Jordan had lost sight of Angela a little while ago. He looks around the room, trying to find her. He spots Joey and his wife over in a corner. Tommy and Deborah are now sitting in the chair together, lost in a private conversation, looking very much in love. Ricky and Simon are over by the fireplace talking to some model chic whose name Jordan can't remember. As he's scanning the room again, he sees Tino walk in.
Deciding to get the awkwardness out of the way, he heads over to him. Tino, the same age as Jordan, was slightly overweight and balding a little. Jordan chuckles to himself thinking that Tino may have been the shit back in the day, but times definitely hadn't been good to him.
When he's standing in front of Tino, he greets him. "Hey, Tino. How's it going, man?" He sticks his hand out for a handshake.
Taking Jordan's hand, Tino greets him back. "Hey, pretty boy. I'm not bad, man. Selling cars now, all legal and shit." They both laugh at his reference to the past. "So, how you been? Besides all that successful singing bullshit?"
Smiling at his friend, Jordan says, "You know, I can't complain. We're taking a break right now from touring, working on a new album. Me and Angela have two kids, a girl and a 7 week old baby boy. Things are great."
"That's good, Jay. I'm glad things are going well for you." Walking toward the bar, Tino says, "I've kept up with news on the band and all. Seeing as you guys were my closest friends back then. You're a hell of a lot better at singing than I was. You guys are really good."
Tino grabs a beer and offers one to Jordan. When Jordan declines, Tino looks at him oddly. "Still not drinking? I would think you know how to party with the best of them."
"Nah, I don't drink. I've seen that shit destroy people close to me." Jordan shakes his head. Stepping over to lean against the wall, he and Tino stand off to the side of the crowd, talking.
"You talking about your old man? I heard he's doing good. Dad talks about him sometimes. He's been clean for a few years, right?"
"Yeah, Dad's actually been sober for 5 and a half years now. I don't know what my wife said to him, but I guess she scared him straight." Thinking about Angela made him smile.
"That's great. I used to worry about your sorry little ass. You didn't have it all that easy growing up." Seeing that Jordan is starting to get uncomfortable, Tino changes the subject. "So, I saw the original pictures of you and Graff in the tabloids. Then I saw the retraction. What the hell happened?"
Scratching his chin, Jordan tells Tino about his recent run-ins with Rayanne, Tino's one-time on and off girlfriend. "It wasn't pretty. And what makes it worse, was Angela was pregnant. I was worried what all that crazy shit was gonna do to her. Luckily, everything turned out fine. Graff's outta rehab now, so I hope she's getting her life together."
"Damn, Jay. That girl always was a little off. I knew she had a thing for you back then, but damn. People grow out of that shit, right?" Frowning, Tino continues, "Look, Jay, I know it was a long time ago, but I'm sorry for, you know, coming on to Angela or whatever. I knew you were crazy about her, but I never thought it would last. You're Jordan fucking Catalano, you were never with a girl more than a few weeks. I thought you'd break up with her when you left, or I would have never went there."
Jordan, seeing how uncomfortable Tino is, touches the other man on the arm. "No sweat, Tino. It was a long time ago. That shit has bugged me for a long time, but I'm over it now. Let's just put it behind us, ok? It's been really good seeing you, catching up."
Jordan and Tino talk for a little while longer when he spots Angela across the room talking to Sharon. She has her head tilted to the side and she's biting her lip while listening to what Sharon is saying. He stands there listening to Tino, studying his wife.
Angela's hair, blonde and long, was curling down her back. She was wearing a short, black dress, scooped at the neck and low in the back. Sitting as she was on the sofa, her legs were crossed at the knee. He could see an awful lot of thigh when she turned to the side. He watched as she reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear.
Tino, having lost Jordan, follows his gaze. "Damn, Catalano. That's Angela?"
Jordan tears his gaze away to scowl at Tino. "What? Yeah, that's Angela. What do you mean by that?"
"Nothing. She's just changed some since the last time I saw her." Tino grins at Jordan as he continues to scowl.
"No, she hasn't. She still looks that same to me. Well, except her hair isn't red anymore and she may have put on a little weight, but she just had a baby." Jordan looks back to his wife.
Laughing now, Tino punches Jordan in the arm. "Trust me, man. Your wife has changed some, but in a good way. I'd keep her tied to me at all times if I were you."
Shaking his head, Jordan continues to stare at Angela. "Don't worry. I don't plan on letting her go."
Turning to his friend, Jordan makes his excuses and heads straight for Angela. She looks up and smiles at him as he approaches. Sitting down on the arm of the sofa, he rests his hand on her shoulder as she continues to talk to Sharon. When he looks down at her, he has a nice view down the front of her dress.
He hears her say something, but doesn't catch it. Glancing at the clock, he starts counting down the hours until he can get her alone.
Angela, sitting with Sharon on the sofa, with Jordan's hand on her shoulder, looks up at her husband. Recognizing the look he's giving her, she chuckles to herself and pats him on the leg. Following his gaze down to the front of her dress, she's pretty sure she knows what he's looking at. Smiling to herself, she turns her attention back to Sharon.
"Well, it's over this time. For good. When he left, he took all his clothes with him. He has an apartment over on Riverside." Sharon takes a drink from the glass in her hand. "And you want to know the sad part? I'm not even upset. You'd think after all the years we were together, I'd at least be angry or something. I think I'm just glad it's over. And the twins don't seem to be that bothered by it."
Angela, still trying to listen to her friend, feels Jordan's hand travel across her shoulder, under her hair and down her bare back. She glances up at him, then back to Sharon. "Sharon, you and Kyle have split up so many times over the years, I think maybe the boys are used to it. It's amazing that you lasted this long."
Trying to concentrate on Sharon and not what Jordan is doing with his hand, Angela starts to squirm around. He moves his hand down to the top of her dress and slips his fingers inside, moving up her side and around to caress her breast. She takes a deep breath and leans back into him, trying to stop his hand.
"I'm telling you, Angela. I'm not letting him come back this time. If he wants a girlfriend so bad, he can live with her and let her take care of him. I'm done." Looking down at her empty glass, Sharon gets up. "You guys want me to bring you something?"
Jordan shakes his head and Angela says, "No, I'm good."
Jordan gets up and pulls Angela up from the sofa before taking her seat and pulling her down in his lap. He starts toying with the bottom of her dress. Crossing her legs, she squeezes them together. Sitting as she is, she can feel his erection pressed against her.
"Jordan, what are you doing? Are you trying to make me crazy? I can't think straight when you do that. And people are watching." She leans over to kiss him and pulls back.
Running his fingers across the inside of her thigh, he starts kissing her neck. She whispers, "Jordan, stop. There are people all around us." She places her hand on top of his to stop it from moving. After a few seconds, she moves her neck away from his mouth.
He pulls her head back to him and in that voice that drives her crazy, he says, "Babe, no one is watching. And so what if they are? I think everyone in this room knows we're married." He moves his hand back up her leg and under the edge of her dress. "Let's leave. No one will miss us. I wanna get you out of this dress." He licks her ear and moves his hand higher.
Angela, closing her eyes, moans as his fingers touch the edge of her panties. "We can't leave. Shane would be upset. Stop torturing me." She crosses her hands over her lap to hide that fact that Jordan's hand is all the way under her dress, inching under her panties. "Jordan!"
By now, she's so turned on, she can't think about anything but his mouth and his hands touching her. She whispers in his ear, "Follow me upstairs in a minute. Meet me in the Shane's bathroom." She pulls his hand from under her dress and tugs it all the way down, before standing up and heading up the stairs. Passing people all along the way, she heads in to Shane's bedroom, hoping that he won't mind. Making sure no one is around, she walks into his master bathroom and shuts the door.
Angela looks in the mirror and chuckles to herself. Her skin is all flushed and she has obvious whisker burn down the side of her neck. She turns to lean against the counter, waiting on Jordan.
Jordan sits on the couch, trying to gain his composure. He knows he has to give his body time to cooperate, but all he wants to do is run up the stairs behind Angela.
Jordan VO: Damn, did she just tell me to meet her upstairs? With an all out party going on down here and people everywhere? I sure as hell didn't expect that.
Sitting there a few more minutes, Jordan looks around the room again. Everyone seems to be talking and having a good time. He gets up and not making eye contact with anyone, heads up the stairs. Finding his way to Shane's bedroom, he pulls the door closed behind him and locks it. Walking across the room, he opens the bathroom door and shuts and locks it behind him. Angela is standing against the counter looking back at him.
They stand for a minute, just staring at each other. He can tell how turned on she is by the flush of her skin. He takes two steps toward her and she meets him half way. Wrapping his hands in her hair, he holds her head in place for a long wet kiss. He kisses cheek, across her jaw and down her neck. Letting go of her hair, he pushes the straps of her dress down her arms, freeing her breasts. Kissing his way down her chest, he goes to work on first one breast then the other, alternately licking and sucking.
Making his way back up to her mouth, he slips one hand under her dress while the other caresses her breast. Her hands are all over him, pulling at his shirt. He pushes his hand into her panties, feeling how wet she is. Moaning against her mouth, he pulls back and drops to his knees.
Reaching under her dress with both hands, he grabs her panties and pulls them down and off. He pushes her dress up and starts to plant kisses along the inside of her thighs, slipping a finger inside of her, stroking her slowly. Holding her up with the other hand, he removes his finger and spreads her legs apart. Leaning in he licks her greedily. He can hear her breathing hard and whimpering as he licks and sucks on her.
Feeling her legs start to shake, Jordan pulls back and stands up. Kissing her hungrily, he walks her backward toward the counter. Turning her to face the mirror, he reaches up to caress her breasts from behind. Watching her, eyes half closed, lips swollen, he feels himself harden even more.
Moving her hair aside, he starts licking and biting at the back of her neck, while reaching down to free himself. Leaning her forward, he pulls her dress up and spreads her legs wider. Making eye contact with her in the mirror, he watches her face as he slowly pushes himself inside her.
He watches as her eyes close and she bites her bottom lip to keep from crying out. Holding on to the counter, she pushes back into him. Slowly, watching her the whole time, he starts to move in and out, knowing that if he speeds up it will be over too quickly. His hands, gripping her ass are sure to leave bruises.
After a few minutes, Jordan can feel himself start to lose control. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulls her up in front of him. Still buried inside her, he moves one hand to her breast and the other to her clit, both working her body as he moves in and out of her.
He feels her body start to tighten around him. He moves faster, all the while watching in the mirror. With her head thrown back and her mouth open, he watches her let go, crying out his name. Holding her to him, he continues pound into her and soon follows her over the edge.
Barely able to stand, he slowly pulls away from her and leans into the counter, closing his eyes for a minute. When he opens them, he looks over to see Angela grinning at him.
"Wow." is all she can say. They both start to laugh.
Several minutes later, Jordan after having kissed Angela thoroughly and straightened his clothes, heads back downstairs, leaving Angela to put herself back together. Walking into the kitchen, he sees Shane, Joey and Tino standing together.
Shane, seeing Jordan, calls out to him. "Jay, where the hell did you go? I've been looking for you for a while."
Jordan, smiling now, walks up to stand with them. "I didn't go anywhere. What's up?"
"Tino and Joey wanted to go down to the studio. We went looking for you, 'cause I don't know what shit you got laying out down there. I know how funny you are about people seeing our work before it's done." Shane gives him a funny look.
"I think everything's put away." Catching Shane's look, he says, "What?"
Shane shakes his head. "Then lets take 'em down and show them the studio." Shane leads the way to the basement.
Jordan walks down the stairs first, followed by Shane and the others. He opens the door and waits for everyone to walk inside. As Shane walks by, he smirks and shakes his head. "What the hell is your problem, Jones?
Shane turns back to Jordan and says, "You didn't use my bed, did you?"
Jordan, now grinning, says, "Hell, no. I wouldn't do that!" He walks by Shane, laughing. "We used your bathroom."
Throwing his arm around Jordan, he starts to laugh. "Well, at least you're smiling now."
Hope you enjoyed it! As always, reviews are definitely welcome. Thanks for sticking with me. ~gagirl29