by E. Davies
“Yes, sir,” Logan murmured with a shiver of joy. He reached down to unzip Hunter's jeans and unbutton them, then worked his hand into his part-time lover's underwear to draw that gorgeous cock out. Hunter was fucking hot when he bossed Logan around in bed – or out of bed, in this case.
Hunter's desire for him was already growing, and he quickly curled his hands around Logan's shoulders. Those strong hands pushed Logan down as Hunter rubbed his shoulders, then let one hand trail up to tangle in his hair.
“Nnh, so demanding,” Logan breathed out, leaning in to lap at the head of his arousal.
Hunter didn't answer, but he did grin, relaxing his hold on Logan's head a little to give him free range of motion at first. This would be a quickie, but Logan didn't want it to be over instantly, either.
“Your tongue looks so good on my cock,” Hunter grinned. “Feels good, too. So smooth and warm... wet...”
“Just a preview,” Logan whispered, then pressed small, open-mouthed kisses along the length of his cock and around it, lapping now and then. He felt Hunter's erection stiffening in his hand as he went, a feeling that never grew old. The light veins outlined around it and the flushed pink head was even more perfect up close, and the thickness of the weight in his hand always took him aback.
“Get to it, you,” Hunter murmured after a minute of this teasing, pulling Logan's head in closer.
“Mmhmm.” Logan wrapped his lips around the head of Hunter's cock and sucked firmly, then slid his lips down the length, tasting the salty musk once more and closing his eyes to enjoy the moment. He fit a little more than before, but he was still afraid to try to deep-throat him yet. As it was, he felt like his mouth was filled to the limit when he bobbed his head as far down as possible.
Hunter gripped the back of his head and held it in place, then drew his hips back until the head of his cock was in Logan's mouth. He thrust forward, fucking Logan's lips. Logan made a quiet noise, opening his eyes again to gaze up Hunter's body, but he obediently stayed in place.
“Fuck, you're hot like that,” Hunter praised him. “So hot, out in nature with the sunshine and the open air... and your mouth wrapped around my cock as I fuck you...”
Logan moaned his agreement, the sound vibrating through Hunter's cock. I've never done it outdoors. God, I'd love to be fucked outdoors, too... He didn't know if Hunter planned to come now or use this as foreplay.
Hunter sped up his pace, easily driving his hips up and into Logan's mouth for a few minutes, then slowing and loosening his grip to give Logan a turn sucking him off. When he could, Logan eagerly licked and bobbed his head, putting everything he had into it until Hunter seemingly grew too close to the edge.
Hunter gripped his head in both hands now, holding him in place and thrusting his hips in short, sharp pushes. His breathing came in shallow pants at the same time, and Logan realized that he wasn't going to stop until--
The first warm, salty jet hit his tongue and the second coated it in his passion. He kept his lips wrapped tightly around Hunter's cock, letting him fuck in erratic little thrusts as he shot the load from that thick, velvety-smooth rod.
“Nnnh! God, Logan...” Hunter grunted, his gaze distant as pleasure undoubtedly hit him in waves, his muscles slowly relaxing and his thrusts slowing. When he was finished, he moaned again, going limp as he leaned against the tarp-covered straw bale. “Fuck.”
Logan slowly drew his lips up, off Hunter's cock, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and swallowed several times. He felt Hunter staring, watching his every sexy move.
“Of course you swallow, you perfect man,” Hunter whispered with a small shake of his head, one hand dropping from Logan's hair while the other palm cupped his cheek.
Logan grinned, then shifted on hands and knees until he rolled over and sat next to Hunter. He leaned into him, their shoulders touching, then brushed off his hand on the leg of his jeans. His cock was straining against his jeans, the blood still pounding through him with the sheer arousal of the moment.
“How about you follow that up with a show for me?” Hunter murmured, reaching out to rub the bulge with his palm. “I want to watch you.”
“Your wish is my command,” Logan teased, the warmth of the hands-on attention thrilling him.
“Yes, it is.” Hunter let go, raising his hand to rest on Logan's shoulder now.
Logan wasted no time in getting his jeans open and working his cock out. He licked his palm, then wrapped the hand around himself and stroked in quick, jerking motions until his erection pointed up towards the open sky. God, this was hot.
It didn't help that Hunter leaned in slowly to kiss the spot where his jaw met his neck, in front of his ear. He twitched with pleasure once, then again as Hunter's lips and tongue trailed up to his earlobe.
Logan didn't need to picture anything other than what was happening to be turned on enough, and even that was odd.
He often fantasized during sex about what would happen next, but with Hunter... Hunter made that happen. He didn't need to fantasize. Maybe he'd been with shitty partners before, but Hunter made it different.
“Look at you go,” Hunter whispered, then flicked his tongue back and forth across his earlobe until Logan's eyes squeezed shut and his back arched unconsciously. Logan's spare hand rose to play with his nipples through his t-shirt, then underneath it as he steadily stroked.
Each stroke built up a small wave of hot pleasure within him. The heat was coiling inside, deep within his belly, ready to explode at any moment, and Hunter's lips and tongue wouldn't leave that ear alone, and his nipples felt every slight brush and flick of his fingers, and then... blissful orgasm.
He lost track of everything for that first second or two, thrusting into his own hand hard and twisting a nipple slightly to add that beautiful element of pain. Then, he became aware that Hunter was biting his earlobe, and fuck, that felt so incredible.
“Oh, Jesus...! Yeah!” Logan gasped, keeping his hand tight as he squeezed out his release, coming across his own t-shirt without a second thought. “Oh, yeah, Hunter, fuck...”
Hunter loosened the bite and lapped a little again. Logan gave a shiver and his cock twitched in his own hand as it finished spurting, then slowly softened.
“Oh, god,” Logan still panted, trying desperately to catch his breath. “God...”
Hunter grinned, resting his chin on Logan's shoulder as he gazed down at the sight. “Mm, look at that. So obedient. All I had to do was ask and you gave me that kind of show.”
Logan nodded, closing his eyes to recover as he let go of himself and rested a hand on his stomach. It came away sticky and he was reminded that he should wipe himself down, so he opened his eyes again to pull out tissues and do that.
“That was daring,” Hunter grinned. “I wonder what else I can tempt you to do.”
Logan's breathing was finally calm enough to be able to speak more or less normally. “I'm inviting strictly platonic friends to help with building, so we can't scare them off.”
“I'll stay after they're gone. Or we can sneak off to another part of the property... or my house is up the hill...”
Logan laughed and shook his head. “God, you're impossible.”
“For you,” Hunter murmured, and there was something undeniably attractive about the way he said it. Even though he'd just come, Logan wanted to explore that.
Hunter's phone rang and he jerked with surprise, then sat up straight to dig it out of his pocket. He checked the caller ID and hastily answered.
“Hey, it's Hunter.” After a short pause, his gaze was drawn up towards the back of the property, so Logan's gaze followed. “Oh – oh. I see. Yeah. I'll be there in ten minutes. I have to change first, though. Okay, see you,” he answered, his voice strong and every inch the confident, dominant man Logan had first talked to.
Logan followed as Hunter scrambled to his feet. “Who was it?”
“My parents. There's a social event, a fancy-- it's a thing.” Hunter downplayed it wi
th a little wave of his hand. “Sorry.”
“No, no, it's okay. I can't do any more until after the storm anyway,” Logan told him. “I'm heading home.”
“Okay. Bye,” Hunter murmured and leaned in to claim a kiss. His lips were still warm and soft. Logan found it incredibly hot that Hunter was willing to kiss him, considering that he'd been sucking him off a few minutes ago. Some guys wouldn't do that.
Logan half-closed his eyes and reached out to grip Hunter's shoulder for a moment, enjoying the simple brush of their lips more than he wanted to admit. “Bye,” he murmured back, letting go of Hunter as the man strode off and out to the road.
It was just a fuck. To Hunter, it had to have been. Just a long-term relationship with fucking, which wasn't going to be true love or any of that bullshit people believed in.
That was what Logan wanted: a relationship without strings. He ignored the voice in the back of his head that reminded him that with the two of them living next door to each other, especially until the zoning challenge was complete, there would always be strings.
Logan smiled as he folded the tarp over the straw and tied it down, listening to the truck start up and pull away. The young man glanced around at the clearing. He kicked a few leaves over the spot where they'd been lying, then strode out for the road. It was time to catch the bus home and grab a nice shower. Tomorrow was grant application day, and he wanted to be well-rested for that.
Chapter 9
Hunter
“So, Roy was telling us about your successful bid. Congratulations.”
Hunter turned from his father to the man he was speaking to, their state senator, and nodded. “Thanks, Bill. I'm glad they accepted mine.”
“I hear you were bidding against Charlie over there,” Bill chuckled. “I wonder why they chose you.”
“I can only guess it's based on our development plans,” Hunter answered, keeping his expression pleasantly neutral. “Mine involves some preservation efforts. They knew I had an investment in keeping the land looking good, since it adjoins my property.”
“Are you building?”
“Just an outbuilding, like a guest house,” Hunter waved a hand. “A little natural one.”
“That sounds interesting. Like a cabin?” Hunter's father spoke up.
Hunter nodded. “Something like that, but made with more sustainable materials.”
“Then those green freaks will get off your ass,” Roy laughed a little too loudly, and Hunter resisted the urge to wince. “They want us all to bend over for them...” They shared another loud laugh. “Well, I know my boy here's not that type, but have you heard about Morgan?”
“No, what about him?” Bill asked, saving Hunter the trouble.
“He got roped into a campaign for carbon credits or something like that, I don't know exactly what. Apparently it's costing him a fortune.”
“Not like the Earth hasn't supported us for thousands of years,” Bill shook his head.
Hunter found his stomach turning a little as he nibbled another pastry-wrapped bacon roll from a nearby waiter's tray. I don't think I agree with them anymore. He excused himself after another minute to head over to the dessert table.
Charlie was waiting for him, circling around the cream-filled pastry puffs and choosing different flavors to sample. “Ah, there you are. You didn't respond to my meeting invitation.”
“Dinner this weekend? Being whined at about why I should give up the perfect property to you?” Hunter murmured, keeping his voice low. “I wonder why not.”
“Do you have dinner plans with someone else?” Charlie retorted levelly, giving a pleasant smile. To the rest of the room, it looked like old friends catching up. “Introducing Logan to your parents? Don't bother. He'd never get Roy's approval. I would have.”
Hunter's smile was tight. “Do you have a business deal to discuss?”
“Ah, right. The way you conveniently ignore things that bother you. One of many charming traits that will never keep a man happy unless he's in it for the money.”
Charlie's words struck a chord in him, but Hunter laughed lowly. “I see you're as pleasant as ever. We don't need to meet for dinner to discuss it. What's the deal?”
“Oh, I think we should go elsewhere to discuss that. Unless you want others to overhear the terms.” Charlie glanced at Hunter's father, who was approaching.
Hunter's stomach clenched. Is he threatening...? “Charlie--”
“Ah, Charlie.” Roy grinned and reached out to clap him on the shoulder, and Charlie beamed back at him. Hunter had no choice but to smile widely. “Glad you two are catching up. We haven't had you over for dinner in months, son.”
Why does he like Charlie so much? Charlie had helped his parents get a great deal on a vacation home back when he was dating Hunter, but Hunter had flawlessly hid their relationship going down in flames. A bit too flawlessly.
“We were just saying, no hard feelings,” Charlie explained to Hunter's father. “In fact, I have an opportunity that might interest one of you. There's a business out in London that needs some serious restructuring, but it's a great investment opportunity. My business keeps me tied here, shall we say,” he glanced at Hunter, “but someone with no attachments...”
A muscle in Hunter's jaw twitched. “Of course.”
“Great man,” Roy agreed, clapping Charlie's shoulder again. “We'll go. Nothing planned this week, eh, Hunter?”
Except seeing Logan... and dating him. Hunter nodded.
“So, no, I'm not upset about the land. It's trickier to negotiate any future sales now,” Charlie said simply.
“Future sales?”
“Well, for instance, if I were interested in buying part of that land... for the right price...” Charlie trailed off.
Hunter's father brightened up with interest. “Go on...” Hunter knew what he was thinking. Roy wanted to set Hunter up with a deal if possible, to smooth over any perceived trouble between the boys and help Hunter's wealth increase. Too bad he didn't have the whole story.
Charlie cleared his throat. “But, you know, he's got plans already worked out with a... friend.”
Hunter's heart lurched.
“What's that?” his father asked.
“I'm... er, I'm building an add-on to my property. An outbuilding, a guest house. A friend, Logan, was the other bidder. He's interested in helping maintain the property and do the building. We're working out an arrangement.”
“So if there's a love shack there, that makes it tricky to sell,” Charlie laughed. “Hunter's always around Logan these days. Maybe the two of them can move in there.”
Don't tell him. Fuck you. It's mine to tell him. Hunter kept his expression polite. “Yes, he's an interesting character.”
Roy laughed, doubtless at the idea of his son moving into a love shack with another man, then clapped Hunter's back again. “Oh, he'll find a woman when he settles down and stops thinking about money all the time. Then he'll be glad he has more than a shack to bring her to...”
Charlie and Roy laughed, and Hunter joined in with a quiet chuckle.
“But if he changes his mind on that harebrained idea, I have a deal I'm talking to him about soon,” Charlie relentlessly continued. “It'll pay off in far more ways than an eco-nut house.”
“I see,” Roy nodded, interested on Hunter's behalf. “Should we discuss London? If we're flying out tomorrow to see it...”
“Of course, of course. The company's in a great spot. I'll set you up in a good hotel. Now, let's talk about the business itself.”
Hunter tuned the two of them out, his mind entirely focused on his own thoughts. He wasn't afraid of coming out, but he wanted to do it at his own pace. Worse yet, now that Charlie had set up all these implications about Logan, he had the horrible feeling Roy would assume they were dating – and Charlie wouldn't hesitate to hint even more strongly at it.
Everyone would assume they were dating as soon as all eyes started to watch more closely whenever the two of them went ou
t together. Like Charlie said, that would keep them trapped at home, and it was ridiculous to be unable to treat Logan to even a romantic meal like he'd planned.
Until Logan decided he did want to date Hunter, Hunter couldn't very well come out and force him to make that choice.
It was beginning to feel like their romance had a timer or an expiry date, and it was ticking down rapidly.
Chapter 10
Logan
The days passed in a blur. As fixated as Logan was on Hunter, he was also worried about getting the house clearing, plumbing, drainage, and foundations in place.
Thankfully, Juan and his friends spent all their spare hours helping him while Logan put in full dawn-to-dusk days.
It did disappoint Logan that Hunter didn't come down the staircase to see him at all, but he figured his parents were keeping him busy. There were social events and... well, whatever else billionaire families did together.
He was still gathering lumber, straw, gravel, and other materials as friends found or bought it and drove it for him, dropping them off in his driveway for him to haul into the building site.
For his part, Logan preferred his own hard work to Hunter's parties. The idea of socializing with the rich and famous sounded exhausting, and building was invigorating to him despite his body's limits and occasional rain showers.
“Hey, what's going on here?” A clean-cut man in a t-shirt and jeans was walking by with his dog, a black Labrador who bounded up to Logan and sat in front of him. The dog's tail wagged against the ground as it stared up, clearly hoping to be allowed to jump up. The man was vaguely familiar, but Logan couldn't place him.
Logan chuckled and crouched for a moment to scratch the dog's ears, and it eagerly licked his hands, panting with joy. “Just building,” he explained. “It's a cob house. Clay, straw, and wood, rather than the traditional style. Zero impact.”