by A. P. Moraez
“I don’t wanna hurt you.”
“Spit will be fine. You won’t hurt me. Promise.”
Well, Logan had fucked people all his life. He must know his own limits.
Ash drew a path down Logan’s back, back to his behind. That puckered pink hole was calling to every cell in his body, making him burn with the need to taste it. Ash leaned down and got closer to it. It smelled clean and musky, like Logan, but more concentrated. It made his cock twitch, it smelled so good.
When Ash clamped his mouth down on Logan’s hole, Logan moaned, using the pillow to muffle it. Ash grinned to himself, and flattened his tongue, and then went to town. He’d never done this before, never been intimate enough with a man to put his mouth in his most private place like this. It was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced. He couldn’t have ever imagined that the other end of rimming felt so good. Logan was writhing and swinging his hips in turn with each time Ash penetrated him with his pointed tongue, and the deep moans and cries made Ash’s dick leak more and more against the duvets that were thankfully protecting the expensive couch from everything that was going down.
Ash licked two of his fingers and, never stopping what he was doing with his mouth, inserted one of them inside of Logan, exactly like Logan did to him when they fucked.
“Fuck yeah,” Logan panted, “more.”
Obedient, Ash carefully inserted the other finger, one knuckle at a time, giving time for Logan to get used to it.
Once both fingers were completely buried in Logan’s ass, Logan was going crazy. There was a fine coat of sweat now glistening all over his back as he started to fuck himself on Ash’s fingers and, dear Lord, Ash was about to blow just from the hotness of the whole experience. He’d never seen Logan like this, so needy and out of control.
“Please,” Logan panted at some point, “I’m ready. Just fuck me, Ash. Do it now.”
Swallowing down his nerves, Ash lined his cock with Logan’s hole. It was all slick from spit, but he didn’t know if it’d be enough. The last thing he wanted was to hurt Logan. The first time his cockhead made contact with Logan’s entrance, Ash clenched his teeth and his hand involuntarily gripped Logan’s hip with way more strength than he intended. Logan was pressing down against him, his back twisting as the muscles adjusted.
Damn, the visuals alone were so hot that Ash just knew he didn’t stand a chance to last that much once he was inside.
“Come on, Ash,” Logan whined, “please.” He threw Ash a despaired look over his shoulder. “I won’t break, I promised.” In a low whisper, he said, “Please, I need you.”
The pleading and vulnerable look reflected at him through the sapphires finally gave him the courage he had to stop trying to be too gentle. He pressed forward and gasped as the tight ring of muscle caved and his head popped in. Nothing had ever felt so good, the way Logan’s muscles clenched and pulsed around him sent a fire straight to his balls and lower back, and he moaned.
Slowly, Ash pushed for more. Inch by inch, he invaded Logan’s tight heat and, when his balls finally connected with the smooth skin of Logan’s ass, both of them groaned in pleasure.
“Fuck, yes,” Logan rumbled, as he started to fuck himself on Ash’s cock.
Ash was lost in sensation. He couldn’t have formed words even if his life had depended on it. All his life, especially during his time in that mansion, he’d never considered topping anyone. All he’d been good for then, to those men, was to be used as a fuck toy. That’s what he’d been: a set of holes for them to use and abuse whenever they wanted. And, shameful as it might be, he couldn’t deny that he’d enjoyed it, most of the times. He loved being fucked, so much that he’d never even entertained the possibility of experimenting the other end of it. Now, as he picked up the pace and elicited moans and grunts of pleasure and approval from the man he loved, he was having a hard time deciding what he liked more: fucking or being fucked.
“Harder,” Logan demanded, obviously trying to keep his voice low so they wouldn’t be heard upstairs. Logan was loud in bed. If it weren’t for the fact that Duke, Ian and Duke’s colleague — Henry, Ash though was his name — were in the house, he wouldn’t be near this tame right now. “Give me everything, Ash. I can’t take it. Don’t hold back.”
Fired up, Ash changed his angle and started pounding Logan’s ass like he hadn’t done until that moment. He was probably hitting Logan’s prostrate again and again, judging by the muffled moans he was practically screaming into the pillow he was biting on.
Ash gathered some spit in his mouth and dropped it onto his cock, since it was getting drier as the minutes passed. He barely broke his pace, and the way Logan’s body reacted to his, clenching and pressing back against him, had the base of his spine tingling and his heart pounding in his ears. The wave of imminent orgasm was a crescendo in his system that he just couldn’t stop.
Well, at least he thought he couldn’t stop, until voices sounded upstairs, getting louder by the second.
“Shit,” Ash gasped, pulling out of Logan, who looked at him with confusion written all over his gorgeous face.
“Wha—” Logan started, but Ash cut him off, desperately scanning his surroundings for his clothes.
“They’re coming down.”
Logan’s eyes widened for a second before he jumped up from his position, adjusted the pillows and comforters, then plopped down again. “Come,” he urged, “quick. Get behind me.”
“What?”
The word had barely left his lips before Logan grabbed his forearm and tugged him forward. Ash fell over his naked body, heart racing as the voices now were accompanied by footsteps at the top of the stairs that would lead the men right to where they were.
When he fell on the spot behind Logan, his back pressed against the back of the couch, Logan quickly used the comforters to cover them from feet to chest, including their clothes that had already been on the couch to begin with, and whispered. “Hug me.”
Frantic, Ash scooted forward and hugged him from behind.
“Now get inside,” Logan ordered, voice low.
“What?”
“Keep on fucking me,” he growled.
“Logan, you’re crazy! They’ll see us!”
“Just do what I’m saying,” he pressed. “They won’t see. I promise.”
Ash’s cock had softened just a bit from the events of the last few moments, but, not believing himself and the idiocy of all of it, he slotted his penis against Logan’s ass and, with the assistance of his hand, penetrated him. He bit Logan’s shoulder to suppress his moan.
“Morning,” Duke greeted, sounding cheerful as he appeared in front of them, circling the stairs, Ian and Henry flanking him. Ash propped himself on his arm so that he could see them better, just in time to see mischief glint in Duke’s eyes. “Guess we interrupted the lovebirds,” he threw at the other guys.
Ian’s wise eyes were narrowed, glinting with suspicion. The other guy just blushed and avoided making eye-contact.
“You’re not interrupting anything,” Ash rushed to explain. Logan clenched his ass cheeks, squeezing Ash’s cock right then, the bastard, making Ash’s last word sound like he’d just gotten punched in the balls. He pinched Logan’s nipple under the comforter, to make him behave. Logan silently groaned and angled his ass back against Ash’s cock, fucking himself deeper. He was hopeless just like that. Clenching his teeth, trying his best to school his voice and expression, Ash gave them what he was sure was the tightest, fakest smile to ever exist. “We were just napping. We couldn’t get much sleep last night, after… all that.”
“I bet,” Ian remarked, eyebrow raised, a ghost of a smirk gracing his lips.
God, was he on to what they were doing? The thought that the guys knew exactly what was going on under the comforters got his heartbeat picking up. He was gonna get so much shit if that was the case… he could already feel it.
“Anyway,” Duke said, hiding his tattooed hand on the pockets of his slacks, “we were gonna
go grab some lunch. You guys want anything?”
Nothing in Henry’s expression gave away that he’d noticed that in that exact moment Ash was buried balls deep in Logan’s ass, so he started to relax.
Well, that lasted for one second, until, not missing a beat, Logan started to fuck himself on Ash’s cock with contained, small trusts. It might be that the men wouldn’t notice, standing a few steps from the couch as they were, but the thrill of being caught had his heart skipping a beat.
“You guys buying from Icing?” Logan asked. How he managed to keep his voice strong and even, despite what they were doing, Ash had no idea.
Duke rolled his eyes, “’Course,” he said with a chuckle, “It’s the only place here that sells good breakfast.”
It wasn’t fair that he was the only one being tortured and put on the spot so, when Logan laughed and started to reply, Ash pinched his nipple again, this time twisting it a little bit. When Logan tripped on his words and tried to disguise it with a cough, Ash felt a tinge of pleasure from torturing him. He deserved it.
“Well,” Logan started, still coughing a little bit, “if you guys could bring us those baked sandwiches Ash likes, that’d be great.”
“Sure,” Duke replied, already turning in the direction of the hallway that led to the front door. “Anything to drink?”
“Nah-ahhh,” Logan’s reply ended on a high-pitched voice, thanks to Ash purposely changing his angle so that he’d hopefully hit his prostrate. It seemed it’d worked. Ash had to bury his face in Logan’s hair, pretending he was giving him a kiss, so that the guys wouldn’t see him laughing. “We’re good for drinks. Thanks, guys.”
The men nodded and went on their way.
They barely heard the panel on the front door beeping and then beeping again, signaling that they were already gone, when Logan dislodged himself from Ash’s embrace and pulled him so that he was lying on his back. Caught by surprise, Ash gasped when Logan unceremoniously grabbed Ash’s cock and positioned it right before Ash’s dick was engulfed by his hot ass again.
“Fuck,” Logan moaned, “that was so fucking hot.” He was a work of art; a muse. Logan was a big man, all muscle, but he managed to maintain a gracefulness about him. Maybe it was because of his years as a super model that had lent him grace and balance, even in the most carnal of situations, like the one they were now. Ash didn’t know. The only thing he knew was that he couldn’t believe such bodies could be real if it weren’t for the fact that Logan was right on top of him, grinding with abandon on his cock, close to bringing them both to completion, by the salacious look on his face.
He lost it when Logan, never stopping to grind his ass up and down his cock, grabbed his leaking cock and started violently stroking it, following the rhythm of his hips.
“I’m close,” Logan gasped.
“Me too.”
Logan spat onto his cock and kept on stroking it. The sound of wet skin being rubbed plus the pressure and heat of Logan’s walls around his cock brought a wave of pleasure crashing down on Ash and he warned, “I’m gonna come.”
“Do it. Fill me up.”
Logan was lost to his own bliss, stroking his cock and riding Ash like he’d been born to it. And when Ash finally cried out and emptied his balls inside of him, Logan bellowed his own orgasm and then hot and thick strings of sperm covered Ash’s face, chest and abdomen. Logan produced incredible amounts of cum, always, and Ash never failed to rejoice in it.
They were both breathing heavily as Logan leaned forward, without breaking their connection, and swiped the cum off of Ash’s face with his right hand. Then he brought the hand coated in his sperm to Ash’s mouth, and Ash didn’t even hesitate before he licked it completely clean, enjoying the strong, bittersweet warmth of it, gazing directly into Logan’s eyes the whole time. When every single inch of Logan’s hand was clean, Ash didn’t let go. He sucked Logan’s index finger and middle finger into his mouth and started working them, never breaking the eye contact. Logan’s chest rumbled and he seemed to be paralyzed, entranced by the way Ash’s lips and tongue circled and sucked his fingers.
With a growl, he snapped out of it and robbed his hand back from Ash’s mouth. Next thing Ash knew, Logan was pinning him down onto the couch, depositing the full weight of his gloriously naked body on him.
“You really don’t want to get me hard again with less than twenty minutes until the guys are back,” he said against Ash’s lips, then nibbled at his bottom lip playfully, with just a hint of tongue. Ash shivered. It was ridiculous that he wanted more after the morning they’d just had, but he did. Times were crazy and he really hadn’t had the chance to enjoy time with Logan alone as much as he’d have liked since Morgan’s… passing.
“Maybe that’s why I should,” Ash teased, raising a hand to caress Logan’s silky dark hair. It was slowly becoming an addiction to him. It soothed him, especially since he shaved his head and couldn’t play with his own hair anymore. “I love quickies. I love when you give it to me hard.”
Logan’s relaxed expression darkened right then. Not like it did when he got angry, though. He just got visibly tense.
“Hey,” Ash murmured against his lips, “what is that about?”
“That what?”
“You got all tense. What’s up?”
Logan touched their noses together and just breathed for a moment, reminding him of when they used to do just that when they were kids and Logan’d sneak into his room sometimes at night, so that he wouldn’t spend the night alone, when his parents took their week-long trips that sometimes extended to even two weeks or more.
“Your first time…” Logan started hesitantly, “it was like that, wasn’t it?”
“Like what?”
“Rough. Hard,” Logan ground out, lips tinned.
They’d promised to each other, that day on the floor of the dance club. They’d promised that never again would secrets and lies and evil people get between them, because they wouldn’t let them. So Ash inhaled deep, trying to decipher Logan’s line of thought through his sharp, hardened eyes, and nodded.
Logan’s lips thinned into an even harder line, twitching. He was clearly getting to that point where he got pissed, but was trying to get a hold of his temper.
Ash wasn’t afraid, though, because even when his temper flared, it was never directed at him.
“Hey,” Ash said in an almost whisper, “what’s going on?”
“I just… I don’t want you to ever think that’s the only way it has to be between us.” Logan’s eyes were blazing. “What they did to you… if I could, I’d hunt them all down and—”
Ash place two fingers over Logan’s lips.
“Why the fuck are you smiling?” Logan asked, seeming outraged.
And he was. There was the biggest damn grin splitting his face in two. He couldn’t help it. Logan was the cutest, most adorable boyfriend. And best friend. Partner. Lover. His everything.
“It’s just cute… you trying to defend my virtue.”
Logan grimaced. “I’m not trying to protect your virtue. I just wanna make sure that what we have is healthy. That we genuinely like what we do. That you’re not just doing what you were… conditioned to like.”
“It’s not like that. I swear to you, it’s not.”
“How can you know?”
Ash sighed, reluctant to relive events that had already caused him enough pain for a lifetime. But if it was gonna take Logan’s mind out of those kinds of thoughts, it was just something he was gonna have to do.
“When the O’Farrells found me, it didn’t take too long for them to realize there was something… wrong with me. They took me to a therapist in Frozenbone. She really helped me through the worst of it. Obviously, the things I went through… you don’t just get rid of it, that’s why I continued being treated for anxiety and depression up until this year when I fucked up.”
Logan was studying him unblinkingly, and his eyes darkened when Ash mentioned the episode last month when he’d
almost died because of his own recklessness with his meds. He didn’t say a word, though, just caressed Ash’s cheek with one hand while propping his head on the other. All that cum was starting to cool on their skin. They were even sticking to each other where their torsos met, but Ash didn’t care.
“You told this therapist what they did to you?” Logan asked between clenched teeth.
“Yeah. It took a long time for me to stop feeling bad because I… because sometimes I…”
What would Logan think if he admitted it right now? What would he think of him? A lump in his throat that hadn’t been there until that very moment formed, and his face warmed.
“You liked it,” Logan said. It wasn’t a question, and he didn’t say it accusingly, just as a matter of fact.
Ash nodded, forcing himself to bring his eyes back to the sapphires that were looking right back at him. “And I felt guilty about it for a long time. It took ages for me to understand that it was okay for me to like what they did to me, even though I didn’t like them. I was young and stupid, and as far as I knew back then, I was all alone. Plus, Leonardo made a really good job of seducing me at the same time he constantly convinced me that I was lucky to have him; that I was lucky to be there. That if Nate hadn’t found me, I’d have died on the streets. That nobody would ever want me like… that… as a boyfriend, because of my background. He was… he was very persuasive, even charming sometimes.”
“Charming, uh?” Logan’s tone had gone cold, and he made as if he wanted to get up, but Ash stopped him with a hand firmly pressing him back down by his neck.
“Yes. Charming. He has a way of luring you in and convincing you he is the good guy. In that way, he was always very charming. In the same way those vipers you see at the zoo are charming, I suppose. You know that they’re dangerous and that if anything was to go wrong, say the caretaker forgot to lock their tanks or left the lid partially open, you could die from just one bite, but you find yourself taking those steps forward anyway. He was charming like that, like danger and poison, and I was mentally in a place back then where poison and recklessness and danger didn’t seem such bad ideas. It didn’t mean that it was right, just that I was a stupid kid.”