He had an idea of what was in store but still enjoyed the game. “What are you looking for?”
“Be quiet, and come with me if you know what’s good for you.”
He squeezed Hunter’s hand.
A six-foot-high, brick wall hid the restaurant’s huge dumpsters from casual view. As they came around the metal bins, a strong odor of barbeque sauce and onions made Logan wrinkle his nose. The back side of the wall created an alcove that abutted a grassy knoll. He couldn’t see what was on the other side of the hill. But it was dark, and secluded. Sorta. One of my favorite kinds of kink. Blood rushed to his cock, thickening it. He waited for Hunter to tell him what to do next. He didn’t have to wait long.
Their bodies thumped together when Hunter pulled him into his arms. His lips twisted against Logan’s, warm and moist.
Logan whispered, “May I?”
“Yes.”
Logan kissed him again and this time, ground his pelvis against Hunter’s. Their dicks were both hard as stone. He cupped Hunter’s balls.
“Tell me what you want.”
“Get on your knees and suck me. You fucked up my love life this last year. Time for some retribution.”
“Gladly.” Hunter’s hand was on his head, pushing him down. Loose gravel on the concrete pad poked into his knees. The idea he might be ruining his expensive trousers occurred to him. But only for a second.
“Take it out.”
Logan unzipped Hunter’s slacks, and reached through his fly for his dick. He pushed back the foreskin and rubbed the bulbous tip, covered in silky, clear ooze.
Hunter pulled Logan’s face to his cock, his tone authoritarian. “Suck it now. Do a great job, and you’ll get yours later. Do it badly, and you’ll do it until you get it right.”
Not a novice in the blowjob department, Logan still relished the challenge. He wrapped his lips around the head, and then slowly moved the length deep into his throat.
Hunter grasped the sides of Logan’s head, directing the tempo.
Logan loved his musky taste, his pure male scent in his nostrils. He cupped Hunter’s sack and pulled down, each time with a little more intensity.
“Goddamn, you do that well. Faster.”
Eager to please, he increased the tempo. With his tongue pressed flat and wide, he licked the length of Hunter’s shaft until he’d soaked all the sleek skin.
Hunter’s fingers curled in Logan’s hair. “Fuck, yeah, that’s it.” Ecstasy couched the whispered praise.
Inspired by his response, he shifted gears. Lubricated with pre-cum and spittle, he glided his hand swiftly up and down Hunter’s dick. He concentrated his oral efforts on the head of the penis. Logan hummed softly, letting the vibrations in his throat add to Hunter’s enjoyment.
“That’s…it.”
Logan pulled off and finished the job with his hand.
Hunter grunted three or four times as his ejaculate shot onto the concrete in milk-white ropes.
Logan tugged his balls, knowing that bit of pain added to Hunter’s pleasure when he came. He gave the softening dick one long, loving lick, and then stood up.
Hunter kissed him, moaning into Logan’s throat while their tongues tangled together.
The sound of a door opening on the other side of the brick wall made them stop. Logan opened his eyes, and broke from their kiss. Listening to the footsteps just a few feet away, he stepped back so Hunter could get his clothes back together.
Over the top of brick wall, a dumpster lid rose.
Smirking, Hunter zipped his pants before pulling him into another kiss.
Afterward, Logan chuckled under his breath. Nothing much had changed in the past year.
Hunter caressed Logan’s junk while speaking in a whisper. “Should I do you here, or would you prefer to go back to my hotel?”
Both invitations thrilled him. He nibbled Hunter’s generous lower lip. “Let’s go to your hotel. I want to get naked in your arms, stretch out next to you, and let you do all those things nobody else ever does.”
“You mean you don’t play the submissive to all your lovers?” Even in the darkness, surprise showed on his face.
He whispered his answer. “Only you.”
Chapter Four
Hunter’s warm hand on Logan’s thigh was a huge distraction during the short drive to Moore House.
He kept shifting in his seat. “Unzip me, please. My dick is getting strangled.”
“Not yet.”
“Easy for you to say; you just came a whole quart.” He shot Hunter a look.
“You could just drop me off, too.”
He didn’t like Hunter’s snotty insinuation. “Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow at the airport.” Logan gripped the wheel tighter, wishing his hard-on would soften.
As if he sensed Logan’s thoughts, Hunter slid his fingers back into the painful triangle between his thighs.
He raised his butt off the seat, causing the car to accelerate erratically. “Don’t. It’s cruel, and I don’t need another ticket.”
Hunter laughed, deep and throaty. “I’ll take care of you when we get to the hotel. Don’t worry.”
The turn-off for Moore House couldn’t have come soon enough. Logan pulled into a spot near the front entrance, and put the car in park.
“I hope I can walk. Give me a minute, and I’ll get my bag out of the trunk.”
Hunter raised an eyebrow. “Quite the Boy Scout today, aren’t you?”
Smiling, he shrugged. “I was hoping for the best.”
“Seems like you’re about to get it then.” Hunter opened the door and got out.
With a deep groan, he managed to get to his feet. He looked across the roof.
Hunter leaned against the car, grinning like he had a huge secret. “Are you going to stand there all night?”
“Very funny. I’m coming.”
“I sure hope so.”
***
Hunter slid the electronic key across the scanner and opened his hotel room door. “I must say, Eve has amazing taste. Wait until you see this place.”
Logan cleared his throat. “Don’t forget I paid for it. I have an idea.” Still, when Hunter stepped aside, he couldn’t help being impressed. A large sitting room, complete with wet bar, a large, digital television monitor, and overstuffed furniture promised to be a comfortable place to while away an evening. From this vantage point, the hotel overlooked the edge of downtown Detroit. Tonight, the city lights glittered like a holiday display.
Hunter kicked off his shoes. “Feel like sitting in the spa? I could fill it.”
Logan shook his head. He didn’t want to waste these precious hours getting pruny.
French doors separated the bedroom from the front area. Logan opened them. Lit candles flickered and scented the room with a slight citrus aroma. A bedside lamp had been turned low. Orchids lay on the king-sized pillows covered with golden linens.
Logan whistled appreciatively. “Madame Eve thinks of everything. Anticipates everything.”
Hunter spoke in a soft voice. “Would you like a drink?” He picked up a bottle of Glenlivet single-malt and showed it to him. “It’s your favorite Scotch.”
He rolled his eyes. “And I’m taking whatever’s left home with me. That sucker cost over two-hundred dollars.”
“Should I pour you one?”
Logan took the bottle, and put it back on the mini-bar. “Maybe later. Right now, I want to concentrate on us.”
“I’d like to clean up a little. Join me in the shower?”
“I like the way you think.” Logan kicked off his shoes while placing his overnight bag on the settee.
“Let me help you.” Hunter loosened Logan’s tie to slip it off.
He enjoyed every second of those warm fingers glancing off his skin as Hunter undressed him with unhurried precision, silently, almost reverently. One piece of clothing after the other joined the tie on top of his bag until he was naked.
Logan took his turn. He pushed Hunter’s jacket fro
m his broad shoulders. He couldn’t resist kissing Hunter’s jaw line while he unbuttoned his shirt. He let the garment fall the floor. Eventually, the slacks and shorts did, too. His cock left a streak of silky fluid on Logan’s cheek when he knelt to remove Hunter’s socks.
Logan glanced up. “Someone’s eager.”
While gazing into Logan’s eyes, Hunter entwined their fingers. “I’ve been trying to forget you all these months. Now you’re here—we’re here.”
“It’s like the past year has been erased.”
Hunter snorted. “I wouldn’t go that far, but I’d say we have some serious making up to do.”
Their hands still clasped, Logan drew him into a languid, sensual kiss. The crisp hairs on Hunter’s chest created a delicious friction against his skin. His libido hummed with growing intensity. He looked into Hunter’s dreamy eyes. “Would you do it?”
“It?” He wore a quizzical expression. “Oh that!” Smiling, Hunter grasped his cock in one hand and Logan’s with the other. “Come here.”
The tips of their penises met with firm pressure. Hunter slowly inched his foreskin over the tip of Logan’s cock until his skin covered both tips. Moving his fingers and adjusting his grip spread the lubricant oozing from their cocks inside the sexy sheathe.
Logan got even wetter. He closed his eyes, picturing their cocks swaddled in pre-cum inside Hunter’s foreskin. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“I don’t do this very often. I’ve forgotten how much docking turns me on, too.”
Logan enjoyed the special treat for a little longer. “Let’s take a shower. I don’t want to make you sore from all this tugging. We can get you back into regular practice in the future.”
Hunter released Logan’s cock and took a step back. “What are you saying?”
Nothing like taking things a little too quickly. “We can talk later.”
Hunter studied him for a moment like he wanted to say something more.
Logan grasped his hand. “Come on, we’re burning daylight.”
Soft sprays and pulsing streams of water came from the multiple showerheads. Steam, scented with Armani Diamonds shower gel, filled the large bathing area. Logan took his time washing Hunter, letting the suds run down his body and then following the path with his hands.
“Keep that up, and I’m going to have to take you in the shower, Logan.”
His words made Logan’s cock jump. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
“Turn around. I know what an eager bottom you are.”
“I can’t believe I’ve held on this long.”
Hunter ran his finger down Logan’s spine to the crease between his cheeks. “I’m not going to make you wait any longer.”
Logan’s chest tingled with anticipation. “Shut off the water jet so I don’t drown.”
He cut off the stream coming from overhead.
Logan braced against the wall and spread his legs.
Hunter leaned forward and kissed the small of his back, trailing from one side to the other as he moved lower.
Logan’s skin pebbled from the warm breath on his ass. His brain screamed for Hunter to keep going. He swallowed a whimper.
“Do you want this?” Hunter spread Logan’s cheeks and licked them.
“Yes.”
He licked closer to Logan’s hole. “And this?” He tickled the puckered spot with the tip of his tongue.
Logan curled his fingers. If he hadn’t been soaking wet from the shower, he’d probably be sweating. “You know I do. Please.”
“Ask nicely.” He probed the spot some more with his tongue.
“Please don’t stop. I want your tongue, your cock—everything tonight.”
“That’s better.” Hunter stabbed the tight spot with his tongue several more times.
The sexy, oral tease made his knees buckle. Unable to wait a second longer, he glanced over his shoulder. “Your cock. Come on…I’ve been waiting….”
Hunter laughed, his warm breath glancing off Logan’s skin. “I’d probably be apoplectic by now.” He spit against Logan’s hole.
Tremors of erotic anticipation coursed through him. Holding his breath, he waited for the warm pressure of Hunter’s dick. Ah, there it is.
Hunter spat again. “Comfortable?”
“Yes, go!” Gritting his teeth, he let out an extended moan when Hunter slid forward. “Son of a bitch, that’s it. Fuck me, now. I’m not gonna last long.” His cock drooled each time Logan hit his sweet spot. His mounting orgasm made him tremble. He rotated his hips, grinding into his partner.
Hunter dug his fingers into Logan’s shoulder while bucking him for all his male worth. His breath left his body in huffs with each penetration. “Feeling good?”
Logan’s anus pulsed. He’d reached the point of no return. He was going to come whether Hunter did or not.
“Don’t let up. I’m there.” His voice sounded like gravel beneath car tires. He rested on his forearm against the wall and took matters in his own hand. Tightly gripping his cock, Logan jerked off at a furious pace. “Come on motherfucker. Is that all you’ve got?” When he reached this level of arousal, it wouldn’t have mattered if Hunter answered. He wouldn’t have heard a word. His mind concocted vignettes showing the two of them fucking their brains out in this elaborate shower. His hand slid on his dick, well-oiled with his slick, personal lubricant. Heat built in his balls and spread forward into his shaft.
Hunter slammed his hips against Logan’s. The force of their joining made both of them grunt.
He wouldn’t have had it any other way.
“I’m going to fill your sweet ass with cum. Is that what you want?”
“Yes.”
Hunter paused. “Not loud enough.”
“Yes!” Logan almost screamed the word. His orgasm arrived with breathtaking force. The first stream of his cum hit the wall. He closed his eyes, ecstasy rolling through his lower body like a thunderstorm on the prairie.
“That’s it…that’s it. Jesus, you feel so….”
Hunter gripped Logan’s ass so hard he almost yelped. Pain added another layer of sensation to the pulsing heat and release flooding Logan’s body. Tugging on his shaft, he milked the last vestiges of cum from his cock.
From behind, the first throb of Hunter’s dick inside him hit. “That’s it, Hunter. Do it. Fill me up.” Hunter’s grunts punctuated Logan’s words.
And then he lay over Logan’s back, breathing hard. His cock pushed its way out of Logan’s body with each pulsation.
Logan smiled, happy he’d given his lover such a workout. “You sound winded.”
“That was fucking amazing.”
Logan stood up and turned, facing him. “You were worth the wait.” He couldn’t hold back his grin or the excitement coursing through him.
Happiness glimmered in Hunter’s eyes. “What happens now?”
“Madame Eve cashed my check, so you’re stuck with me until tomorrow afternoon for sure.”
Seriousness traded places with joy on Hunter’s face. “That’s not what I mean, and you know it. I’ve always wondered what would have happened between us if Old Man Dohlan hadn’t walked in.”
Needing a moment, Logan turned the water on again before he answered. “I live in Detroit. I’d like you to stay with me whenever you’re in town.” He searched Hunter’s eyes to gauge his feelings. When he didn’t reply, Logan wondered if he’d drawn the wrong conclusion. “That’s what you wanted to know, right? Whether I wanted to see you again?”
“Yes, I wanted to know that, of course I needed to know….”
Perplexed, Logan studied him. “But?”
Hunter turned off the faucets. “I’m getting water-logged.”
“That’s not an answer.”
He walked out of the shower.
Logan followed, feeling more like a besotted fool with each step he took. Hunter gave him a large bath towel with an emerald MH embroidered on a corner. He dried his face, hoping to wipe off his embarrassment, too.
“You’re in Kansas City, right?”
“Yes.”
Logan wrapped the towel around his waist, and then tucked the end in. “We have an office there. I work with national accounts so I can relocate.” Seeing a this-is-moving-too-fast expression on Hunter’s face, he backed down. “If we planned some weekend meet-ups, and hooked up in different cities after business was over, we could find out if we really have something worth working on.”
“I like you, Logan. A lot. Don’t get me wrong, but I also can’t risk throwing a bomb on my career again.”
He didn’t like the sound of that. “Are you afraid people will find out about us? Don’t people know you’re gay?”
Hunter grabbed another towel and dried his chest and arms. “Some do. I’m in a new job that I really need to hang on to. I can’t have the gossip start up again about what happened at PlasTeck.” His expression softened. “I don’t want to be alone, and we used to get along so well. I’m only asking you to have more discretion this time.”
Logan smirked. “I shouldn’t show up at a tradeshow and drag you into a can for a session? Is that what you’re saying?”
Smiling, Hunter wrapped the towel around his waist. “Yeah. Away from work and work associates, I don’t care if you throw me in the bushes in a public park.”
“Well, we aren’t at work now, but I’m making another executive decision anyway.” Logan released Hunter’s towel, letting it pool around his feet. Then, he did the same to his own.
Laughing, Hunter smiled broadly. “Oh, yeah? And what would this little decree be?”
Logan pulled him into tight embrace and a tongue-twisting, torrid kiss, to let him feel his strengthening desire. Afterward, he wiped Hunter’s lip with the pad of his thumb.
“Make love with me again. And again. When we can’t keep our eyes open or stand up any more, we’ll plan our first weekend together.”
The corner lifted on Hunter’s lips in a half-smile. He nodded. “Whatever you say; you’re the boss—at least this time.”
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