by Ella Frank
“Logan?”
As his name reached him, he watched Tate back off the couch, stand, and push his jeans away. He stepped out of them, and Logan looked him over.
From the leanly muscled body and engorged flesh, Tate was every wet dream Logan had ever had, a fact that was solidified when he gripped his erection and stroked it several times.
“You didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to, okay? I can say no.”
Inexplicably drawn to Tate, Logan moved around the couch and walked toward him. Tate stepped back and staggered slightly until he was in the bedroom. Logan came to a standstill in front of him, wanting to make sure this wasn’t the alcohol talking but was—
“I want you inside me.”
—Tate talking.
“If that’s what you want…” Logan let out a shaky exhale when Tate’s fingers found him and surrounded his length.
“It’s what I need.”
Logan nodded, understanding the need, the desire to make sure this was worth all the shit that would come with it.
“Then let me give it to you.” He brought his hands up to Tate’s face and asked, “Will you do something for me?”
“Yes,” Tate answered without hesitation.
“You don’t even know what I’m going to ask.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Is that right? So now is when I should ask for everything I’ve ever wanted?”
Tate drew his fist up Logan’s shaft and gave him a smile that almost made Logan’s knees give way. He couldn’t remember anyone ever placing such trust in him.
“And what have you always wanted?”
Logan shook his head and bit back the simple yet complex answer of, “You,” and settled on, “I want to see you facedown on my bed, waiting for me.”
Tate’s soft sigh met his ears when he walked around to the edge of the bed.
Logan shut the bedroom door and watched as Tate climbed up onto the center of the mattress and then lay as requested—facedown, in his bed.
“Like this?” Tate asked as he turned his head on the pillow to watch him move to the left side.
Logan pulled open his side drawer and took out a condom and lube. He placed it on the bed before kneeling on the mattress and moving until he was lying on his side beside Tate’s body.
“Exactly like this,” he reassured, reaching out to run his palm down the smooth skin covering Tate’s back. He started under his hair and trailed teasing fingers down his spine to the dip of Tate’s lower back. When he got the rise of his ass, Logan leaned down and kissed Tate’s shoulder.
“Thank you.”
Tate’s eyes creased as he asked, “For?”
“Trusting me.”
Tate pushed up on his hands and brought his mouth to Logan’s, taking his lips in a kiss that spoke of complete trust. “I do.”
Logan closed his eyes, trying to keep a handle on his control, and told him softly, “Roll onto your left side so your back is to my chest.”
Tate nodded and shifted into the suggested position, and when he stretched out on his side, Logan knew he’d just created the most perfect visual ever for himself. Tate’s tan back was only inches from his eager fingers, his toned ass right there for him to touch.
With one finger, Logan drew a straight line down the tense spine and felt Tate arch back into him and start to relax. When he reached the crack of his ass, Tate shocked him by shifting so his right leg was angled forward, opening himself up to him.
Fuck. Logan had never wanted him more, but he knew this time was for Tate—not him.
Reaching behind himself, he grabbed the condom and lube and squeezed some on his fingers. When he moved back behind Tate, he lowered his mouth to his shoulder and touched lubed fingers to the top of his crack.
He heard Tate inhale as he slid two of his fingers down between the warm crevice of his cheeks, and as the pads of his fingers pressed the hot, little hole, he asked, “This okay?”
Sure, this wasn’t their first time, but it was only Tate’s second, and Logan needed to make sure he was good with everything going on. So when Tate turned his head and pushed his hips back, Logan figured that was as good as a yes.
He rubbed his fingertips over the small pucker and once again took Tate’s mouth. Logan couldn’t help the sound that escaped him when Tate greedily met him with parted lips and grabbed his head. He stroked slippery fingers along Tate’s crack and then removed them to smooth a palm over his ass cheek to his hip, pulling him back so he could line his own cock up against all of that bare skin.
“Damn, Tate,” Logan groaned as Tate’s lips slipped free and he jammed his hips back, pressing that round ass even harder against his aching flesh.
“Yes,” Tate moaned, and Logan caught a glimpse of him reaching down to grab his hard-on. “I want you so fucking bad.”
Logan was more than fine with that. He’d wanted Tate in this particular position since they’d met. He put a firm hand on Tate’s hip and pressed him down so his stomach was against the mattress.
“Jesus, I swear you have the most perfect ass in the world.”
Without a sound, Tate raised his hips up and pushed that perfect posterior toward him. Logan found himself grinning like a fool at the cheeky move, and he couldn’t help himself from moving all the way down Tate’s body and lowering his head to take a bite out of the succulent curve.
Again, Tate’s hips jackknifed up.
Logan traced his tongue in a circle over the firm flesh and then moved to the center of Tate’s body. He placed a kiss against his tailbone before ever-so-slowly trailing his tongue up over Tate’s spine. When he reached the top, he nuzzled his nose into Tate’s hair and fit his throbbing cock between the crease of his cheeks.
“I can’t wait to slide inside you again.”
Tate grunted and reacted with a quick shove of his hips, connecting their bodies more firmly as he worked his own flesh.
“Feeling good, Tate?”
Tate turned his head on the pillow and nodded.
Logan planted his hands on either side of his head and raised his upper body so he could drag his length back and forth between the tight globes now cradling it.
“Damn it, Logan. Come on!”
Logan repeated the move and lowered his mouth to Tate’s ear. “I’m going to, but I want you to be clear about something.”
“What?” Tate panted.
Logan snagged the condom, ripped it open with his teeth, and reached down to roll it on. While his hand was down there, his finger found Tate’s hole and pressed forward. He saw Tate’s jaw clench and felt his body jerk slightly up the bed.
“Breathe out. Come on. You can do it.”
Tate exhaled and, as he did, pushed his hips back.
“Yes. There you go.”
“Tell me,” Tate asked as his eyes closed, and Logan had trouble focusing.
He knew Tate was gorgeous, but right now? Here? He was exquisite to look at.
“This, what we’re about to do, isn’t just fucking. Not anymore.”
Tate’s eyes snapped open and found his as a second finger entered his body. His lips fell apart on a cry, and Logan swooped down to take them in a scorching kiss as Tate’s body rocked against his own.
When the shock of the invasion lessoned, Tate whispered against his mouth, “I know.”
Logan wasn’t sure if they each meant the same thing, but as he withdrew his fingers from the snug fit of Tate’s body and moved up over him, he felt like he was finally where he was supposed to be.
The lock that had kept his heart firmly shut away had finally found its key.
* * *
Tate’s breathing was coming fast as he felt Logan position himself behind him. He was incredibly turned on and surprised by how much he wanted Logan inside him again.
The first time had hurt, and he knew that this second time around—hell, probably each time—would hurt a little, but when Logan’s cock rubbed over his opening, Tate dug an elbow into the mattre
ss under him and waited.
Logan’s lips were against his shoulder, whispering encouraging words, but by this stage, Tate didn’t need encouragement. He needed Logan—in him.
He stroked his shaft feverishly as Logan rolled his hips, and when a hand gripped his side and tugged him back, Tate moaned from all of the body-to-body contact.
The powerful muscles, the body hair, and the sounds coming from them both all combined to make their coming together blistering, and every time, it was that way.
Who knew sex could be like this?
He sure as fuck had never experienced such a need to be this close to someone, to have them inside him and be a part of his body. But with every kiss, touch, and word out of Logan’s mouth, Tate craved that intimate connection with him.
He lowered his body so he was flat against the mattress and humped the sheets beneath him. He saw Logan’s hand when he planted it by his head and felt his other fingers digging into his hip. Logan had one leg on the outside of his own and another firmly lodged between his as he moved against him in a way that was causing Tate’s mind to pretty much shut down to everything but the need to feel Logan inside him. He was trying to hold out, but he knew if Logan didn’t hurry the fuck up he’d come before he got to experience it.
After several heart-pounding seconds, Logan stopped, shifting slightly so he was angled behind him, and then the head of his cock finally found him. He halted his movement and then ever-so-slowly began to enter his body.
Tate closed his eyes and grit his teeth as the wide intrusion stretched him open, but when soft lips found his cheek and Logan praised, “You feel so incredible,” Tate didn’t give a fuck about discomfort.
The slight burn was worth the lingering warmth he got from the awe he heard in Logan’s voice. When he finally bottomed out and remained still above him, Tate opened his eyes and shifted his head slightly.
Their lips met, their tongues touched, and then Logan started to thrust.
Tate watched as long fingers gripped the pillow beside his head, and he couldn’t help but groan with pleasure as Logan withdrew. He didn’t leave his body, merely pulled back, and when he surged forward again, Tate was ready and met him eagerly.
The synchronicity between the two of them was flawless as Logan’s heavy frame moved above his own, and with every stroke, Tate got that much closer to his release.
He lowered his forehead to the pillow from the sheer pleasure of being used so well, and when one of Logan’s hands tangled through his hair, holding him in place, Tate felt his entire body tremble from the emotions he was feeling.
Lust and arousal were the driving forces in the room, but just under the surface was something much stronger—something he wasn’t sure they were ready to acknowledge.
No one had ever made him feel as centered as Logan did, even when his world was spinning out of control.
Logan didn’t judge him, didn’t expect something he couldn’t give.
As strong teeth sank into the flesh of his shoulder and Logan’s body tensed behind him and came, Tate shouted out Logan’s name and exploded all over the white sheets beneath him.
Logan wanted him, and if this was his fall into corruption, then he planned on making one hell of an impact.
6.
“You okay?”
When Tate rolled over, Logan wondered what was going on behind those eyes. Then a relaxed smile curved his mouth and he nodded.
“Mhmm. Are you okay?” Tate asked him in return.
He scooted forward so he was leaning against his headboard and watched as Tate automatically moved in closer to his side. Oh yeah. I like that—a whole hell of a lot.
“I’m pretty fucking fantastic. So thank you for that.”
Tate laughed, and the sound echoed throughout the room. “Glad I could help.”
Logan scratched his chest and informed the satiated man beside him, “You more than helped. You exceeded all expectations.”
Tate tipped his head up, and when their eyes connected, he raised a brow. “You no longer need to charm me, you know. I’m naked and in your bed.”
“Which makes you a lucky man, wouldn’t you say?”
“And you, as always, are a modest one. Arrogant ass.”
Logan couldn’t help touching the side of Tate’s mouth with the tip of his finger. “If I recall, you were the one demanding I remove my pants and—”
“Yes…I remember.”
“Do you? I’m actually surprised you’re still awake.”
Tate lowered his eyes. “I couldn’t sleep right now even if I wanted to.”
“Want to talk about it?”
Tate turned on his side to face him and shrugged. “Would you be offended if I said no?”
Logan wasn’t quite sure how he felt. “No. Not offended…”
“But?”
What was the word he was looking for? He couldn’t quite pinpoint it, but suddenly, it felt important that Tate confide in him, let him share his burden.
“I guess I just want you to know that you can talk to me.”
Logan barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the grin that hit Tate’s mouth, and when he shifted up the bed and pressed his lips to his chin, Logan closed them instead.
“You know what? I think you care, Logan Mitchell.”
Tate was right. He did care. A whole fucking lot, but there was no way in hell he was going to be the one to lay open his heart after just a few weeks in.
He’d been there before, a long time ago, and look how that had ended.
“Nothing to say?” Tate pushed.
Logan opened his mouth and swore he was about to respond, but at the last minute, he grabbed Tate and rolled them over so he was lying on top of the guy.
“Shit, Logan!” Tate complained. “Right in the goddamn wet spot.”
“Hey, it’s your mess. Seems only fair you lie in it.”
Tate squirmed around under him until Logan ended up between his legs.
“Want to go out for dinner?”
“Do I have to move?”
Logan rolled his hips, brushing their cocks together, and kissed the corner of Tate’s mouth. “Yes, you have to move. I think it might be a good idea to get something inside you.”
“But I just had something inside me.”
Logan groaned and dropped his head forward to the crook of Tate’s neck and shoulder. “You get dirtier every fucking day I know you, I swear.”
Tate’s fingers gripped the hair he was playing with to pull his head back. “I was always dirty.” He wagged his eyebrows and shoved his hips up. “Just not as vocal as you.”
Logan shifted to kneel between Tate’s bent legs. His eyes surveyed the body spread out before him, and he couldn’t stop himself from trailing his fingers up Tate’s shins. When he reached his knees, he ran his hands under them and then yanked Tate down the mattress. As he lowered his head and angled Tate’s body up toward his greedy mouth, he drew a warm, wet path with his tongue across Tate’s cock.
“Oh Christ, Logan.”
Tate still tasted and smelled of sex, and as Logan sucked on him, he knew Tate was right—he was much dirtier. He hadn’t even scratched the surface of what he wanted, and he had a feeling the person he could share it with was the one currently shoving his hard-on in his face.
But for now, Logan had other ideas. “I think you need to eat something.”
“Are you fucking serious?”
“Yes,” he said as he lowered Tate back to the bed. “All you’ve had today is God knows how many cigarettes, which you need to fucking quit by the way, and too much alcohol. You need food.”
“I need you to suck my dick.”
Logan chuckled. “Good to see you no longer have an issue asking for what you want. But…I need you to eat first. Then, if you’re nice to me, I’ll eat you.”
Tate wrapped a hand around himself and stroked.
“If you keep doing that, you’re just going to be hard and miserable.”
Tate closed hi
s eyes, rocked up into his fist, and groaned. “If I keep doing this, I’m going to come and be satisfied.”
Logan’s hand whipped out to still Tate’s as he promised him, “You have dinner with me and I’ll give you exactly what you asked for.”
“Before or after?”
Logan’s fingers flexed around Tate’s. “So this is a negotiation now?”
“That is your line of expertise, isn’t it, counselor?”
“Yes. Yes, it is.”
Tate widened his legs and, fucking hell, pumped his pelvis up once more. The sight was almost too much for Logan as he lowered his eyes to watch the erotic performance. There was nothing he wanted more than to suck Tate into his mouth and swallow, but first, he was going to take care of him.
He leaned down until his mouth was back by Tate’s ear.
“If you eat, I eat,” he managed. “Your choice.”
* * *
Tate felt daring as he turned his lips into Logan’s neck and asked, “What if I don’t want it later?”
This time when Logan rose up over him, his expression was full of mischief.
Tate felt a shiver race down his spine to his balls when Logan’s mouth touched his and he whispered, “If you don’t want my lips around your cock and my hand down your jeans, then all you have to say is...” Logan trailed off as he teased his lips along his jaw, “...no.”
Tate swallowed, his dick automatically responding, and wondered if there would ever be a time he would or could say no to Logan again.
“Will you say no, Tate?”
Those wicked lips kissed their way back to his mouth, and when Logan’s tongue touched the corner of his lips, Tate pushed his entire body up to the one pressed against his. As their skin connected everywhere it could, Logan deepened the kiss.
Mouths parted, tongues twisted, and as a groan left one—no, both—of them, Tate tried to understand his emotions.
With so many jumbling together, it was hard to pinpoint the one that was making his heart race. All he knew was the man devouring his mouth had the power to hurt him, and wasn’t that a terrifying revelation.
I wonder if I have the same power?
He wrenched his mouth away and looked at Logan.