Heart's Home

by E. Davies

  “Sorry,” Hunter murmured, wincing. He didn't want to add to Logan's stress. “But if you need a place to stay when it's raining down here or cold or you're bored or whatever... you know where I live.”

  “Okay.” Logan was far too proud to take him up on it, though.

  Hunter eyed him, then pulled him in to rock him from one side to the other for a moment in a playful move. “Or I'll just kidnap you and bring you to my house now and then to serve as my sex slave. You know, one or the other.”

  “Jesus,” Logan laughed, but it was a long, hearty laugh for a good few seconds before he glanced over to peck Hunter's lips, his shoulders already more relaxed. “Fine. That could work.”

  “You wouldn't be opposed to it?” Hunter winked. “Because, you know, it's been a while...”

  Logan suddenly grew aware of Hunter's body against his side, his pupils dilating as he licked his lips. “Yeah. That's your fault.”

  “It is,” Hunter nodded. “But I'm making up for it now. Will you let me?”

  Logan nodded, biting his lip as Hunter turned his head to kiss gently along Logan's neck and get him teased and worked up first. When Logan tried to run a hand up Hunter's knee, Hunter grinned and pushed him flat on his back with his wrists above his head.

  “You – move fast,” he gasped, wriggling underneath Hunter as Hunter knelt calmly over him. He couldn't get free even if he wanted to do more than play at it, and they both knew it. Logan was getting hard, and he was blushing in that charming way.

  “I do. I'm good at capturing handsome men and making them submit to my every whim,” Hunter murmured, making Logan go still. “And giving them every pleasure they could imagine in return.”

  Logan's gaze flicked around them. “Even outside in the middle of a construction zone? In the woods? When it's only... my body and your body...?”

  He doubts me? I'll teach him better. “Especially when I have only my body and your body,” Hunter nodded, his hand still curling around both wrists. He pressed them into the ground, then let go and pulled Logan's t-shirt up. It took just a few deft motions before he twisted the t-shirt around to lock Logan's wrists together in a makeshift binding.

  “Ooh,” Logan murmured, curling his hands a little and grinning. “Maybe you're right.”

  Hunter nodded. “Of course I'm right. Didn't you hear who's in charge?”

  “You are, sir,” Logan whispered, watching for a reaction to that word. He looked like he wanted to knock the wind out of Hunter.

  The ploy worked. Oh, fuck, Hunter loved that word coming from Logan's lips. His eyes snapped to Logan for a moment before he grinned a slow, promising grin. “You can call me that if you want, Logan. Your mouth is attractive,” he praised, running his hands up Logan's bare chest to play with both nipples at once, idly rubbing his fingers across them and flicking them.

  Logan moaned, still keeping his eyes open to watch Hunter above him, teasing and exploring and touching until Logan was panting with hoarse pleasure. Hunter wanted to give him the chance to imagine everything Hunter was going to do to him now that he'd called him by such a name.

  It didn't take long for Hunter to lean back over him, idly holding down one of his arms to keep the bound wrists on the grass above Logan's head. His lips came down for sinfully dirty kisses between the two of them, his tongue playing at Logan's and his teeth catching and biting Logan's lips several times. He kissed hard and deeply, wanting to own Logan completely.

  “Nnngh!” Logan groaned when Hunter nipped his lips once too often without letting him kiss back. He tried to lean up to kiss Hunter, but he was denied as Hunter leaned up, too.

  Hunter challenged him silently to submit, gazing down at Logan and watching the frustrated scowl work its way across that beautiful face. By then, blood was coursing through Logan's veins, heating his belly with fiery desire and his cock with the need to feel proper friction between them. Hunter counted the seconds until he tried grinding against him.

  Hunter, too, wanted Logan's lips against his, but he wanted Logan to beg for it first.

  The more he strained to lean up, the more Hunter pulled back until Logan whimpered and closed his eyes, flopping back on the grass. “Please,” he whispered.

  Hunter instantly leaned down to reward him with a gentle kiss at first, then a harder one.

  “Mmmm.”

  Hunter whispered against his lips a moment later, “You're so compliant with my every wish. I can feel that dick already trying to burst free...”

  Logan smiled, keeping his eyes closed and arching his hips to rub against Hunter's thigh, demonstrating exactly what Hunter meant.

  “Mm, let's see if we can do something about that,” Hunter told him. “Would you like that?”

  Logan nodded.

  When Hunter didn't do anything else, he cracked his eyes open. Hunter wanted an answer.

  “Yes.”

  “What do you say?” Hunter grinned.

  “Yes, sir,” Logan whispered, unable to break that penetrating gaze now. His cock was practically twitching in his jeans when he was ordered to use the honorific.

  Hunter smiled as Logan passed the little test, deciding to reward him. He ran his hand down from Logan's bare chest and stiff pink nipples across the ripple of his abs until he reached his treasure trail. Then, he walked his fingers down to the button of his jeans and slowly pulled them open. He worked Logan's jeans down enough that his cock popped free with little resistance.

  “Oh, gorgeous,” Hunter praised, taking a moment to lean back and get a good look up and down him. Logan tried to arch up to grind against him again and Hunter laughed. “Patience, gorgeous...”

  Logan made a noise of protest. He looked like he didn't want to have patience, but Hunter would teach him the value. The shirt still twisted around his wrists kept Logan tied up.

  Hunter grinned again, then reached down to work his beautiful, thick cock out. Flushed with youth and eagerness, Logan's cock was a handsome one, if not quite as big as his own. It had the most beautiful curve to it, though. He loved that shape.

  Hunter smirked to himself as he reached into his back pocket to grab a packet of lubricant.

  “A disposable packet?” Logan exclaimed.

  “I know, I'll recycle it... or something.” Hunter grinned teasingly at him. “I brought it just for the occasion.”

  “Well, I feel special now, but what exactly are you planning on doing?” Logan asked.

  Hunter decided to answer that question with action. Hunter shrugged off his own shirt, giving Logan a look at his own body. Hunter wasn't displeased with his own body. He had a lightly hairy chest, well-defined abs and pecs, but he was paler and his biceps didn't bulge like the young, strong man who worked outside.

  Logan appreciated the view, since he pointedly licked his lips.

  “I wonder if you've tried this before.” Hunter ripped the packet open and squirted lube across both of their cocks once he made sure their thighs were bare, pants down and out of the way. Then, he brought a hand around both of their cocks.

  The sensation of hot, hard flesh against his own was mind-blowing, as the two cocks bumped and rubbed each other. The most sensitive spots on each pressed together on that spot right where the foreskin met the shaft, then rubbed.

  “Oh, fuck!” Logan gasped, his hips arching and hands curling into each other as he clasped them.

  Hunter caught his breath, too, and then grinned as he leaned down over Logan to keep their cocks tightly pressed between their bodies. Then, he thrust, his hand guiding the two lengths and keeping them rubbing against each other as closely as possible.

  “Nngh, this is... new, but good,” Logan whispered, gasping whenever that cock rubbed his in just the right way. His hands twitched against the grass as if he wanted to grab Hunter.

  “Patience pays off, Logan,” Hunter murmured back, keeping his voice low and sensual. He kept watching Logan carefully to make sure he still felt good, prioritizing Logan's pleasure above even his own.


  Part of wanting to protect Logan and make him feel good was making sure that Logan was happy. That was what told him he was interested in romance with the man: his concern for his well-being. This wasn't a man he wanted to fuck and dump. He cared for him outside the bedroom.

  Well, they were outside the bedroom.

  Logan was so beautifully willing to give himself to Hunter's hands, and Hunter wanted to reward him with pleasure, gentleness, and patience.

  “Oh, god,” Logan whispered at the slow thrusts and rubs, and Hunter felt his own arousal throbbing deep in his belly and thighs. Logan's thighs quivered lightly, his muscles slowly tensing as his stomach and even his arms tightened. Hunter knew Logan must be seconds away from coming, and even he wasn't far behind.

  That smart-ass mouth was busy with quiet moans, sometimes silent gasps when Hunter stroked their cocks or rubbed his cock against Logan's just right.

  “Nnh, yes, Hunter,” Logan groaned, his voice loud now. He heard the echo in the trees as Logan thrust up into Hunter's hand, the hot thrill of arousal flushing through him as he plateaued so close to the ultimate pleasure he was looking for. “Yes, yes, fuck... yes...” Logan panted.

  Hunter tightened his hold just a little more, and apparently, that was all Logan needed. Two more thrusts into the hand that squeezed them both together and Logan was coming, pressing his back and feet into the ground with all his might and twisting his hands to grab the shirt that bound them together. His hips stuttered and jerked up and forwards into Hunter's hand as he came, the wet, warm streaks of come coating both of their stomachs.

  That sight was beautiful.

  Hunter spilled his own load moments later, letting go of his own self-control to let himself experience ecstasy together with Logan. He gave a guttural groan that echoed around them, too, and he heard Logan gasp at the feeling of warm wetness splashing out across his own cock.

  The feeling of the warm stickiness coating both of their fading erections made Hunter's arousal throb deep in his belly.

  “Ugh, yes.” Logan was grinning at him. “Fuck, that was perfect. I missed that.”

  “Me, too.” Hunter reached up to carefully unfold the t-shirt from Logan's wrists and tug it back down over his head, leaving his stomach bare until they cleaned up properly. Hunter leaned over him to press their lips together.

  They shared a few slow kisses as they came down from the high of orgasm together this time, as opposed to their usual race to the door. Now, at last, Logan didn't seem to be in a rush to leave.

  At last, Hunter reached into his pocket to pull out tissues to wipe them clean.

  “You thought of everything,” Logan mumbled with a little smile.

  “You bet.” Hunter grinned. He braced his arms on either side of Logan's head, then shifted to cup his cheek in his hand.

  As Logan watched him, he chuckled.

  “What?”

  “We're finally... cuddling.”

  Hunter affectionately ran his finger along Logan's chin. “Yeah. We haven't yet, have we?”

  “Well, I don't cuddle before the first date...” Logan teased.

  Hunter was startled into a rich laugh of surprise that made Logan glow even more.

  “How about meeting others before the first date?”

  Logan looked surprised.

  “Or after, depending on when our date happens... there's a social event I'm invited to in a few days,” Hunter told him, watching him to see his reactions.

  Logan nodded. “That's a start. Not romantic like you were promising, exactly, but...”

  “Oh, you'll see,” Hunter murmured. “It'll be romantic.”

  Logan paused, but he didn't seem dissuaded like Hunter initially worried. He asked, “Who's gonna be there?”

  “Other than Charlie, there's lots of cool people. They'll like you if you just... you know, relax and be yourself. You'll be fine.”

  “They'd better like me,” Logan murmured.

  Hunter nodded. “Charlie being there won't bother you?”

  “I'd rather be with you than not, and if he's there, too bad for him. He gets to envy us,” Logan told Hunter straight-up.

  “Oh, well then,” Hunter laughed, not expecting that response.

  “So, how did your business go?” Logan asked.

  Ugh. Hunter rolled onto his side, then slipped an arm around Logan to pull him in for a little hug. “My father wants to go for it. I'm... more hesitant.”

  Logan's expression said that he felt much the same.

  Hunter pulled him in to hug tightly for a moment before loosening his grip again. “I don't want to do it,” Hunter assured him. “I don't like London, and I don't want to leave you before the house is built.”

  Logan nodded.

  Hunter murmured, “Or... when things are so new between us.”

  Logan's gaze softened. He wasn't at all opposed to hearing this now. “Of course,” Logan murmured. “I'm glad you're... taking it seriously. At first, I didn't think you were.”

  Hunter couldn't blame him. “Well, I am. Did you mean the house or you?”

  “Both.”

  Hunter nodded slowly. “I am.”

  There were a few moments of silence as Logan ran a hand slowly up Hunter's bare arm, making him tingle. “Do you have to take it?”

  “I should,” Hunter murmured. “For a number of reasons, it would be a smart move.”

  Logan nodded, then asked, “Do you want to?”

  “No.”

  Logan nodded. “Well, talk to me about it, then. There's a meeting tomorrow night. We can go out after that and I'll be your sounding board,” he offered. “I don't... I don't know much about billion-dollar deals except how to stop them, but...”

  Hunter laughed quietly. “Okay. And I'll fix all your housing crises.”

  “Perfect. We're a good couple, then.” Logan paused for a moment, licking his lips.

  Hunter tried not to make a big deal of it, but he knew that word would stick in his mind for a while. Judging from Logan's momentary pause, he'd surprised even himself with it. Couple.

  He didn't dwell on it, just nodded. “We'd make a good couple,” Hunter agreed quietly.

  Logan didn't say anything else on that subject.

  They just held each other for a little while longer, until the grass grew too itchy and they had to get dressed again.

  Hunter already knew he wasn't going to stop thinking about those words for a while. This was more than frantic romps in the grass, and the bedroom, and everywhere they could get them. Logan was coming around.

  They were a good couple.

  Chapter 12

  Logan

  “Oh, my god!” Juan was staring at him, wide-eyed and disbelieving. “What if he asks you out?”

  Logan shrugged, swiveling back and forth on the rolling chair. “I think I'd say yes. At this point, we're practically already dating. We're seeing each other so often now, and I don't think he's... seeing other guys.” He paused to think about that one.

  “Are you sure?” Pete asked, chiming in from the other side of the boardroom table. “What if he's just casually seeing more people? Don't get your heart broken by him. I'll get beaten up by his private security squad, but I'll kick his ass...”

  Logan laughed. “Thanks. Yeah, I won't. I'll ask, I promise.”

  “And he's helping you build?”

  Logan smiled again at the memory of the man helping tamp down gravel, ignoring the snicker of laughter he heard at his expression. “Yeah. He's a good builder.”

  “He could hire better ones...” Juan smirked.

  “Oh, come on,” Logan groaned at him, the moment gone. “You were the one so eager to get me to talk to him. Give him a chance.”

  “Yes, give him a chance,” Hunter's now-familiar voice echoed from the doorway, commanding everyone's attention instantly as the man strode into the room.

  Pete, Juan, and Kate all glanced over at him, each looking guilty in their own way, but Logan didn't. He just grinned at his new romant
ic interest. If he was busted, he wasn't going to feel guilty about it.

  “Yeah,” he nodded. “Hi.”

  Hunter glanced at the others and chuckled as they each settled again from the little surprise. “How is everyone?”

  They all rushed to answer, “Good,” or some variation thereof before Juan added, “You?”

  “Oh, I can't complain,” Hunter told them. He sat next to Logan and leaned back, stretching his arms over the back of his chair. “Don't let me interrupt.”

  Logan rolled his eyes. “We were just talking about the zoning problem.”

  “Mm.” Hunter's eyes were impish as he grinned at Logan, making it clear he didn't believe him.

  “We got sidetracked.”

  “Mmmm.” Hunter was watching him like... oh. God. Like he was sweet on him.

  I'm not totally out of left field, then, Logan thought, his heart racing. This is a thing.

  Pete cleared his throat. “So, you've been helping build? Have you learned a lot?”

  Kate was hiding a smile when Logan tore his eyes away from Hunter's and looked at the others again, and Juan was in the middle of elbowing her.

  “Yes,” Hunter said simply. “I've got building experience in conventional homes, but... clay and straw and gravel are beyond me.”

  “But they're the simplest materials you can get,” Kate shook her head. “My boyfriend and I built our own shed last summer and he was a total newbie at it. He was giving advice to the neighbors a month later,” she laughed.

  Hunter chuckled. “I doubt my neighbors would take kindly to it, but I can try.”

  “Oh, would you?” Pete brightened happily and went to hand over brochures. “You can show them--”

  “I've already got one,” Hunter laughed. “I think a one-on-one appeal would work better. I don't know, I doubt most of them would listen.”

  “Well, they can help out at the next work party, then,” Logan joined in haranguing Hunter as a few others walked in. “Get them to drop by this weekend, anytime in the afternoon. We'll have a roast over the fire pit after work's over.”