had packed away the leftovers — he said they’d be lunch for him on Monday — and they’d done the dishes together. They sat now in the living room, each with a huge brownie and a glass of wine to go with it and Bennett decided to ask.
“So, what was so funny earlier that you looked like you were about to have an apoplectic fit?”
Jordan chuckled and filled his mouth with a piece of his brownie. He was really good at avoiding the issue when he wanted to, but Bennett could be patient. He waited, and eventually Jordan swallowed and spoke sheepishly.
“You asked about sweets and I thought…something else was what you meant, something other than brownies.”
Bennett frowned. What the hell else could he have meant? And then he remembered their earlier banter, and he laughed out loud, almost spilling the wine he held in his hand.
“So now you're being ageist?” he teased. “I mean, who’s to say what the sex life of octogenarians really is like?”
Jordan laughed some more before sputtering out an amused reply. “Unless her Boo comes by when I’m at work, and never on weekends, or he’s a ghost or an angel who can poof in and out without being noticed, she’s single.”
Bennett finished his slice and watched as Jordan scarfed down the huge helping he’d given him. He chuckled at the sight.
“Want more?”
“How much is left?”
“Enough for another few servings. Why?”
“Dessert after lunch always cheers me up when I’m having a hard day at work.”
He winked, and it was all Bennett could do not to think about the fact that he had spent almost every night lusting after the silver fox he’d spent the whole afternoon with. Then his thoughts drifted to what they had done together earlier, before dinner. He never in a million years would have thought that the first time he ventured back into the dating pool, he’d find himself completely smitten by an older man with silver hair at his temples, a body to die for, and a heart of gold.
“What are your plans for the rest of the weekend?”
“Nothing much, really, aside from dinner at my parents tomorrow. Why?”
"Just wondered. If we’re gonna Netflix and chill, you might end up staying the night.”
Was it his imagination or did Jordan sound really hopeful about that? Bennett knew that he if he stayed over, they’d probably have another go at each other, and though he wanted that chance to get dirty with Jordan again, he wasn’t sure it was the best idea. He had loved every second of their before-dinner playtime, but he wasn’t stupid. Jordan had let down his guard as much as he had done, and he had to be asking the same kinds of questions Bennett had had after they had both come down from their orgasms.
“We’ll see,” he hedged, answering the question Jordan had skirted around asking.
They spent the next little while deciding what to watch, with Bennett settled into the sofa, his legs stretched out under the coffee table, arms across his belly. Jordan had brought in two more beers and a bowl of mixed nuts and they munched as they watched. Jordan had never watched the Marvel Comics movie series, and Bennett was thrilled to be able to share his passion for all things Marvel with him. Once the first movie was done, he asked what Jordan thought.
“Well, to be honest, I’m not a fan of your guy Ironman,” he said, popping a few nuts into his mouth. “He’s a selfish bastard.”
Bennett chuckled. “You’re not wrong,” he agreed, “but he grows on you, and he does get better as they go along. Maybe you’ll like Cap, better. Everyone does.”
“Cap?”
“Captain America.”
Jordan grinned. “You see what a deprived childhood I had, yes?” He laughed before continuing, “Truthfully, I’m not much into sci-fi and fantasy unless it’s the real old school stuff and those spinoffs…like anything in the Star Trek franchise.”
Somehow, it didn’t surprise Bennett that Jordan was a Trekkie. And he would bet that his favorite captain was Jean-Luc Picard. He asked, just to verify his suspicion.
“Picard and Janeway are a tie for me,” Jordan said, surprising him.
“Why Janeway?”
“First female captain, leading a crew of misfits in a different quadrant, holding her own against all kinds of shit that none of the others even imagined facing and pulling it off with panache? Why not Janeway?”
The passion in his answer, similar to the way Bennett felt about his Marvel heroes, made him smile in appreciation. The last time he