by Ella Frank
He was cute and knew it. There was a time that had really worked for him, but when Logan felt Tate’s body brush the side of his, he knew that time had long passed.
Tate, in his leather pants, tight, white T-shirt, and the leather jacket he’d checked at the door, was the guy who could give as much as he dished out, and Logan hadn’t realized how much he craved that until now.
“Did you know this is where I met Logan? And we danced the night away,” Robbie reminisced over the music.
“Really,” Tate responded, secure enough that he didn’t make it a question. It was more like a perfunctory answer, and with his arm looped around Logan’s waist, it was obvious he was in no way threatened by Robbie.
And fuck me, that’s hot.
“It was one dance and then we left. Let’s not get carried away, Cinderella. It wasn’t your ball,” Logan interjected.
“No,” Robbie agreed, grinning like an imp, “it was yours. Both of them. That was a good night.”
Logan groaned and Tate’s body vibrated with laughter.
“What was a good night?”
Both he and Tate looked over Robbie’s shoulder to the man who’d stopped behind him. He was a tall, muscular guy in jeans and a white button-down. He was familiar, but Logan couldn’t quite place him. The man seemed to exude carefree and relaxed with the longer blond hair that was pushed behind his ears and hit the collar of his shirt, but the shrewd eyes and serious line of his mouth screamed of confidence and control.
“The night I met Logan,” Robbie stated, gesturing in his direction before adding an introduction. “This is Daniel.”
The man’s eyes found both him and Tate, and as he sized them up, Logan caught a flash of heat...and interest.
“Yes, I can see that would be a night worth remembering. And you?” Daniel asked as his eyes shifted to Tate. “What’s your name?”
For the first time since he’d met Tate, Logan felt the intense need to make it known who he belonged to and wrapped a proprietary arm around his waist.
“Tate.”
“So, Logan and Tate. Nice. Very nice. Evening, boys.”
His voice was smooth like whiskey, and Logan felt Tate shift beside him and knew he was feeling the same sexual appraisal from the man.
“Hey,” Logan responded. Then he turned his eyes to Robbie, who was looking between him and Daniel.
“I noticed you both as soon as you came in, and Robbie said he knew you.”
Logan’s eyes narrowed on the blond, and then he focused once again on the man who seemed to be wanting something. Two somethings to be exact.
“Did he now?”
“Yes,” Daniel answered, eyes locked with his in a stalemate. “He did.”
Tate’s fingers were now stroking over his ass, and Logan had to really hold back a laugh at the fact that he didn’t seem bothered at all that the guy in front of them was eye-fucking them both.
“Are you two free later?”
Logan was about to answer when Tate finally decided to speak up, and as always, he didn’t disappoint.
“No, we aren’t. We don’t play well with others.”
Logan turned to look him in the eye and the expression in Tate’s was, ‘But I’m going to play with you.’
“I told you,” Robbie stated, and Daniel gave them both a smug smile and tilt of the head as he wrapped an arm around Robbie’s shoulder.
“So you did.”
Robbie leaned into Daniel’s side before giving him a thorough once over and Tate, a full-on cheeky grin. “What? Can’t blame a guy for trying. You two—”
“Aren’t interested,” Logan ended for him. “But you have fun tonight.”
Robbie looked over at Tate and then back to him before grumbling, “You too.”
Logan felt Tate’s hand squeeze his ass, and before he could speak, Tate did. “Oh he will.”
Then Tate stepped in front of him and wound his arms around his neck, making it more than obvious he was done with the conversation, done with the intrusion, and ready to dance to the heavy throb of the pulsating music.
Logan placed his hands on Tate’s back and ran them up to his shoulder blades, and he couldn’t help putting his mouth on him.
Love that I can do this, he thought, punctuating it with a kiss to his neck. Love that you’re here, with me.
Tate’s head lolled to the side, and when the salty sweat on his smooth skin hit Logan’s tongue, it was hard to remind himself they were in public.
Tate widened his legs, and Logan pressed one of his between his thighs. He could feel Tate’s fingers twisting through the back of his hair as their hips rocked against each other, and the thought of concentrating on anyone or anything other than running his hands all over Tate’s body left his mind.
He dragged his fingers back down Tate’s spine to the leather pants covering his ass. He loved the feel of them, and when Tate’s mouth found his ear and he said, “Harder,” Logan’s cock stiffened as if he’d physically stroked him.
Logan shut his eyes, and when Tate’s lips moved over his ear, he dug his fingers in. Tate’s hips thrust forward like he was inside him. Then he hissed, “Yes,” and Logan groaned.
Jesus. I’ll be lucky if I make it home without attacking him.
Tate was writhing against his leg and body as if they were already somewhere dark and private, which made Logan want...
He brought his mouth to Tate’s ear and whispered, “Turn around.”
Tate took a small step back and, without question, turned. Logan didn’t wait a second before he plastered himself against the sexy length of his body. He placed his splayed hands on Tate’s hips and pulled him back until his ass was cradling his aching cock.
“Fuck yes,” Logan growled, gyrating against the rounded curves filling out Tate’s leather. “I don’t blame him for wanting you, but he can’t fucking have you.”
Tate raised his arms to loop them behind his neck and looked over his shoulder with sex-hazed eyes. “He wanted you too, but—”
“We don’t fucking share,” Logan ended and then thought, One night—and soon—I’m going to fuck him just like this. Naked and in front of a mirror, so I can see every goddamn inch of him.
* * *
Tate totally surrendered to Logan and the music as it pounded out a seductive rhythm. Logan’s mouth was by his ear and Tate could hear his heavy breathing as he moved against him—living out the fantasy he’d had the last time he’d been in a club.
He could feel Logan’s hands holding him in place as he bumped his erection against the crack of his ass. Tate wished like hell they were alone, but they were in the corner of a room full of strangers who were also busy bumping and grinding.
He closed his eyes when one of Logan’s hands slid farther around his front and—ahh yeah—flattened against his hard-on. Then he turned his head and Logan’s lips were on his.
“Open your mouth.”
Tate’s lips parted immediately and Logan dove inside to taste. Tate sucked eagerly on Logan’s tongue as his hand curled around the leather covering his cock.
Being kissed by Logan was like an out-of-body experience. It felt as if every part of his body were being stimulated at once, and as he continued to stroke his aching sex, Tate figured he was close to right.
He wanted to be alone with him, and he wanted it now.
Tate turned and brushed a kiss against Logan’s cheek. “Take me somewhere. Just you and me.”
Quicker than Tate thought possible, Logan took him by the hand and directed him past the bar and into a hall that had several different doors and alcoves. Without a word, Logan pulled him into one of the dark side nooks and had his back up against the wall.
“Will this do?”
Tate licked his lips as Logan planted his hands by his head. “Yes. I wanted—”
His words were cut off when Logan lowered a hand and stroked his fingers up his rigid cock. “What do you want?”
Tate’s head rested back on the wall as he moved
against the hand massaging him through his pants. He’d thought he wanted Logan to run the show tonight, but now he found himself saying, “You.”
Tate pushed off the wall and muscled Logan back until he was the one against it. Then he took Logan’s mouth in an explosive kiss.
Tongues, hands, and sweat all combined together as he started grinding against Logan’s body, and he accomplished what he’d set out to—he forgot everything except for the man against him.
“I need you,” he panted against Logan’s lips. “I’ve never needed you more. Let’s go home.
27.
They only just made it inside the door to his condo when Logan found himself turned to face the wall. He barely had a chance to brace himself before Tate was crushed up against his back.
Tate rubbed his erection against his ass, and Logan grunted as he closed his eyes and rested his cheek against the cool wall.
“I had this fantasy about dancing with you that night you found me at HAZE.”
Tate’s hand snaked around his hips to the front of his pants, and Logan bucked his hips against the fingers kneading him.
“And how was the reality?”
He felt Tate’s lips on his neck as he placed kisses along it.
“Fucking incredible. I’ve never been big on dancing, but Jesus, the way you do it is like having sex on my feet. Which made me think—”
Logan turned, and Tate’s lips found his. He kissed him hard, and when he pulled away, his mouth tipped into a suggestive smile.
“What would it be like to have sex with you, on your feet, just like this? Eyes forward. Hands on the wall, Logan.”
Logan’s cock hardened at the instruction, and he brought his hands up to place his palms on the wall and angled the lower half of his body out slightly.
“Like this, you say?”
Tate’s body left his, and Logan felt a hand run down his back.
“Exactly like that.”
He could hear movement behind him and tried to get control of himself, to do as he’d been told, but he was so fucking excited that he could barely stand the suspense.
“I was just taking my clothes off. Making myself more at home. You don’t mind, do you?”
Logan grit his teeth and then felt Tate’s hands on his hips.
“That’s what you told me the first time I ever came here. ‘Take off all your fucking clothes if it makes you more comfortable.’ And tonight”—Logan closed his eyes as Tate’s lips brushed his ear—“it does.”
“You’re such a damn tease,” he rasped.
Tate moved his hands around his waist and unbuttoned the top of his pants. “I’m not teasing, and you want this, don’t you? Right here against the wall, with your pants around your ankles.”
“Yes,” he hissed, and his hips thrust back towards Tate.
“I thought so.”
Logan sucked in a breath when Tate’s hand unzipped his pants and shoved them to his feet. He went to move out of them and got one foot free when Tate opened his mouth and stopped him.
“Leave them there. The thought of seeing your clothes half on while I slide my cock inside you is hot as hell. Like you didn’t give a fuck about getting them off, and I couldn’t wait to have you.”
Then he was against him, and Tate’s naked cock was nestled between his ass cheeks.
“And Logan? I can’t fucking wait to have you.”
* * *
Tate stared at the white shirt covering Logan’s back and pushed it up with his hands until it was scrunched above his shoulder blades. Logan’s arms were stretched out, bracing himself against the wall, and the muscles in his back were tense as he stood there—hips and ass pointed in his direction.
Tate bent his knees slightly, dragged his cock through Logan’s tight cheeks, and closed his eyes for a second. He was practically vibrating with his own energy, a mix of arousal and power, and he needed to get ahold of himself.
He brought two of his fingers to his mouth and sucked them between his lips, making sure he was loud enough that Logan heard the sound in the quiet condominium. He knew it had reached him when a throaty moan left the man in front of him and Logan pushed back against him.
Pulling his fingers free, Tate taunted him, “You want that, huh?”
“Fuck you, Tate.”
Tate used all of his strength and pushed against Logan until his arms gave way and he had him back with his cheek against the wall.
“Actually, I’m gonna fuck you if you don’t mind.”
Logan tried to move against him, but Tate was determined and held him in place.
“You sure about that? All I hear is a lot of talk.”
Tate chuckled in his ear and brought his wet finger down to the line of Logan’s ass. With unerring accuracy, he found his hole. Logan’s ass cheeks tensed, and Tate bit his ear.
“I’m sure. And you’re gonna love every fucking second.”
He felt Logan’s entire body tremble against him.
“Want it hard, Logan? Or want me to—”
“Hard.”
Tate felt a thrill race up his spine as he pushed his finger inside Logan with no more warning.
“Christ,” Logan hissed, and Tate rubbed his dripping cock over Logan’s rounded ass cheek.
“You’re so fucking tight.”
“So are you,” Logan told him, his voice ragged.
“Only you would know,” Tate murmured and pulled his finger out.
“I love that you let me in—all of you.”
He could hear Logan’s breathing get faster as he told him, “Don’t move.”
Then he disappeared out of sight.
* * *
Like he was going any-fucking-where.
Logan watched out of the corner of his eye as Tate disappeared from sight, and when he felt two hands on his ass pulling him apart, he couldn’t believe what was about to happen.
He closed his eyes when he felt first Tate’s hair on the skin of his cheek, then his nose, right before—hell fucking yes—a warm, wet tongue moving across his eager hole. Logan grunted and pushed his hips back, and Tate dug his fingers in and once again widened him to lap at the shadowy cleft with the tip of his tongue.
Tate had played around with him a couple of times when it came to rimming. A few quick flicks of his tongue here and there, but right now, as he knelt behind him and spread him apart, Tate was not playing around.
When the tip of his tongue entered him, Logan had to reach down and clench a tight fist around his cock. He was so close to coming from the feel of Tate’s tongue in his ass, but he knew there was more to come, so there was no way he was going to ruin that by exploding all over the wall early.
Tate’s mouth left him, and a low cry escaped him until the fingers from earlier were back and sliding inside him.
“Ahh.”
A low fucking growl came out of Tate and just about had him begging until strong teeth found his ass cheek and were sinking in. Logan tried to catch his breath, but it was coming in rapid pants now as Tate soothed the bite with kisses and scissored his fingers inside of him. Tate had been paying attention, and hell if that didn’t turn him on even more.
When that dexterous tongue tickled the top of his crack, Logan reached back with one hand and held himself open for him.
There is that fucking sound again.
It was somewhere between a hum and a groan, and coming from Tate, it was sexy as hell. It sounded like he was about to attack at any moment, and he did. His mouth moved closer, and as he pulled his fingers free, he leaned forward and tongued the spot before he pushed them back inside.
Logan felt his eyes roll to the back of his head, and he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Now, Tate. Now.”
Fingers and tongue left his body, and as he stood there with one arm braced against the wall, the other wrapped firmly around the base of his cock. He heard some tearing sounds and a bottle and knew Tate was rolling on the condom and lubing up.
He counted back from f
ifty, trying to get ahold of himself. Then Tate was behind him and the head of his cock was pushing for entry. Again, he felt Tate push his shirt up to his shoulders, and then warm lips touched the top of his spine as his voice filled the air.
“You’re unbelievably sexy, and I’m so fucking lucky to be the one who has you.”
Before Logan could respond, Tate drove his cock inside him in one hard thrust.
* * *
The sound that left Logan as he penetrated him made Tate crazy.
It was a hoarse cry of fulfillment, and as Tate stilled inside him, he felt one of Logan’s hands come down to grab the side of his thigh. He let go of Logan’s shirt and gripped his shoulder, pulling him up straight and pushing even deeper.
“Yeah…Tate. Damn.”
Tate could feel the back of Logan’s thighs against the front of his own, and his ass was now firmly seated against his groin. Wrapping an arm around Logan’s neck, he kissed his ear and whispered, “You like that?”
He didn’t wait for an answer as Logan’s fingers gripped his thigh harder. He just pulled slowly out and then powered home again.
Logan’s head fell back onto his shoulder, and he reached down to grip his cock. Tate kissed the side of his neck and smiled against the curve where it met his shoulder, exactly where his work shirt would cover. Then he started to suck.
He felt Logan’s hips begin to move and pull off his cock, and when he slammed back, taking him inside again, Tate held his hips and let him go.
Oh hell yes. Fuck yourself on me while I leave my mark.
He stumbled slightly from the strength of Logan’s thrusts, and suddenly Tate had a thought. “Stop.”
Instantly, Logan’s entire body froze.
Tate slowly pulled free of him and moved to the opposite wall. When Logan looked over his shoulder, Tate raised an arm and crooked a finger. He smirked as Logan kicked the pants off his ankle and walked across the space.
When he stopped in front of him, Tate instructed, “Turn around.”
Logan narrowed his eyes at the bossy command but did it anyway. Without waiting, Tate grabbed his hips and pulled him back.