Heart's Home

by E. Davies

  Chapter 15

  Hunter

  “What do you wear to come out to the world?”

  Hunter stood in front of his walk-in closet, his arms folded as he peered around at the racks of clothing. His mind wasn't truly on his outfit, though; he'd never had to think about his choice of power suit for more than a minute in his life.

  Instead, he was worried about Logan.

  Several days ago, he'd flown to London for a final meeting about the business he'd decided not to take over. He'd sent a celebratory text to tell Logan he wasn't moving, and then a few more to arrange a time to call.

  After three consecutive days of daily texts going unanswered, he realized Logan was busy with the weekday workshop he was teaching, wherever and whatever that was – he should have checked into that, plus house construction.

  When he'd arrived back home, he'd walked straight down the stairs past his own house to check at the building site for his lover.

  Logan wasn't there, either, and now he was starting to worry.

  He'd been acting odd when Hunter had finally gotten to take him on the date, and Hunter was suspecting he should have let Logan take him inside for more than coffee. Was that what he was upset about?

  He had no time to dwell on it. He had to get dressed and drive over to find out what was going on. If Logan had been uninterested in him, and had just been indulging him until that romantic date was over, he needed to know so he could try to get Logan to see what he saw developing between them.

  Or if Charlie had gotten to him, he needed to know so he could punch the little cocksucker in the face.

  Though he didn't expect an answer, he sent a text message. Be ready in 20 minutes.

  He chose a dark navy suit with a pale blue-white shirt and turquoise tie for a splash of color, then picked out a suit he thought might fit Logan well. The guy needed to dress up in more than plaid shirts and jeans sometimes.

  That reminded him of Logan getting dressed from his closet... choosing the lightest blue trousers and only plaid-like checked shirt he could find. The thought made him smile as he drove to Logan's house.

  When Hunter parked, he straightened out his suit jacket and locked up his car, then strode across the cracked asphalt to his ideal boyfriend's front door.

  After he knocked and was met with only silence, he waited patiently for a minute, turning his head slightly. He faintly caught the sound of what sounded like a TV being muted almost immediately.

  Still, silence in answer.

  He wasn't answering the door.

  Hunter's eyes narrowed as he knocked again, harder. “Logan. I know you're in there.” He paused, then continued, “You've been ignoring me for four days now. You have to tell me why.” Then, he lowered his voice slightly. “After everything... you owe me that much.”

  Finally, he heard chains and locks rattle as they were unfastened and the door cracked open.

  Logan wasn't dressed for a party at all.

  “You're barely dressed,” Hunter frowned before the door was even fully open as he took in the widening sliver of Logan: a sweatshirt and sweatpants and messy dark blond hair.

  Fuck, he looked gorgeous even in his most casual clothes, though. Hunter itched to take him into his hands and make that frown disappear in place of an open-mouthed gasp...

  “Don't I get a hello kiss?” he followed up with when Logan just stood there for a second and watched him. He couldn't read Logan's expression, but whatever was going on was... complicated.

  That made Logan smile, at least. He gestured for Hunter to come in, and once he did, the younger man pressed a hand to Hunter's cheek and leaned up to peck his lips. “I shouldn't, but...”

  Hunter caught Logan's other hand, his eyes piercing that strange misery he read on Logan now. “What? Why not? Are you sick?”

  “No, I'm just...” Logan trailed off. The way he was watching Hunter almost unnerved him – yearning like they had just broken up, not gone on a romantic date.

  Hunter gripped Logan's hip with his hand and swayed close, their chests brushing. He leaned in for another slow, gentle kiss against those beautiful, frowning lips. “Talk to me,” he encouraged. Had he been frightened off by the opulence at the restaurant? Maybe he'd realized the truth of what it was like to date someone who frequently had to fly off for business in his family's private jet.

  Maybe he wanted someone to stay at home with him and grow tomatoes in that little greenhouse and chain himself to a tree with him. Hunter knew himself. He couldn't be that man.

  “I don't want to lead you on,” Logan admitted, his eyes sliding closed. He was leaning into Hunter now, though, his arms rising to loop around Hunter's neck.

  “You're still not interested in a romantic relationship?” Hunter questioned, trying to keep the disappointment from his voice. “You wouldn't date me?”

  “I – I want to.”

  Logan had never so directly said that to him. “So what's getting in the way? Your conscience?” he teased lightly, but he was seriously watching Logan's face.

  Logan met his eyes from these few inches away. “I... I can't destroy everything you have.”

  It took Hunter a few seconds to realize what Logan meant. That fucking party, and Charlie. His shoulders rose as he quelled the anger in his chest so he didn't startle Logan.

  “I know you said it wouldn't be a big deal,” Logan interrupted before he answered, “but it is. I don't want you rushing into it just because we've had a few weeks of great sex, and a romantic date...”

  Hunter asked the question he needed to ask. “Is that all the last few weeks have been to you?”

  Logan instantly shook his head. “No, we've... I've started to... I like you. I said that before, I know, but this is... deeper. I didn't think I could fall for an asshole like you--”

  Hunter snorted a quiet laugh. “Thanks,” he answered, appreciating Logan's honesty despite his stung feelings.

  “And then you turned out to be less of one than I thought, and I came around a little,” Logan finished, his eyes falling for a moment to Hunter's chest as he reached up to subconsciously adjust Hunter's collar and fix it.

  Hunter grinned. Hearing that he'd won over the man so determined to snub him, not to even let him sit close by at first was a thrill.

  But this was more than a game to him. He had to know what it meant.

  “Logan,” he said quietly, catching his attention and waiting until those beautiful brown eyes were fixed on him again. It was time for the complete truth. “I've been head-over-heels for you since you walked into that bar. I've been waiting for you to say yes this whole time. I won't stop short of anything to get you to agree to a second date if you're even remotely interested, and then more. I will chase you.”

  Logan was surprised, which took even Hunter aback. Didn't he know how fucking attractive he was? What a catch he was?

  “My mom said she wanted to see you again,” Hunter told Logan, smiling at the memory of his mother's fond recollections of their brief construction time spent together.

  “She did?”

  “You're the first person I've met who's worth telling my parents about,” Hunter told him firmly. “My mother already likes you, and Dad... he'll come around. No matter what, I'm still a millionaire, right?”

  “You would be?” Logan frowned.

  “Dad has the billion-dollar fortune, but I've got enough of my own. You're still a gold-digger even if they kick me out,” Hunter teased with a wink, and thank God, Logan took it as the joke it was.

  Logan broke into a small smile, then an exasperated laugh. “I'm not – go fuck yourself, Hunter.” He shoved Hunter's shoulder for good measure, his arms falling away from Hunter's shoulder. He stood taller, though, and he looked so much happier than when Hunter had arrived.

  It was comfortable for them to fall into their old humor again. Hunter's eyes twinkled. “Are you sure you want me to do that? Or would you rather I fuck you?” He saw the flash of desire on Logan's face, and there was no w
ay he wasn't going to follow that up.

  “Hunter--!”

  Hunter interrupted Logan's protest by grabbing Logan's cheeks and hauling him in for a passionate kiss.

  Logan met him halfway, leaning up and into him. Logan's hands already gripped his back and wandered down, sparking even more desire deep in Hunter's chest. Logan pulled him in close, his hands squeezing Logan's backside and kneading now.

  “Do we have time?” Logan whispered when they broke away for air, Hunter's lips still trailing along Logan's neck.

  Hunter smiled against the skin and darted his tongue out to tease Logan's collarbone, then murmured, “Yes.”

  Logan gasped, letting go of Hunter's ass to grab the hem of his sweatshirt and pull it up and over his head.

  Hunter chuckled deeply. “Perhaps we should move to your bedroom,” he suggested, and almost immediately found Logan grabbing him by the hand to tow him into that room.

  They fell into bed together, Logan's hands all over Hunter as soon as they hit the rumpled sheets.

  Hunter didn't care about the creaky mattress or drafty window with Logan's sweet lips right vying with his bare, muscled chest begging for most kissable body part right now.

  He settled on both, pressing his lips to Logan's as he straddled him before scooting further down to kiss along his chest until he reached one nipple. He loved how sensitive Logan was, especially right here, and he wanted to turn Logan on a little before they got down to it.

  He patiently trailed the tip of his tongue around the nub without touching the pink hardness, breathing out across it. It only took three slow circles before Logan was pressing up off the bed against him, begging for more attention. Surprisingly, Logan resisted begging until Hunter lightly flicked his tongue along the flesh.

  “Oh! Fuck, please,” the immediate groaned reaction spilled over Logan's lips.

  Hunter closed his lips and sucked, flicking his tongue across the flesh before catching it with his lips and pulling slightly. He moved his mouth to the other nipple, bringing a hand up to play with the damp, warm flesh of the first one and twist slightly.

  He grinned before putting his lips to work against the second nipple. He felt Logan's erection pressing up through his loose sweatpants.

  That just give him one more idea, of course.

  He kissed down from the chest across Logan's stomach, making note of the way Logan squirmed with ticklish nerves at certain spots, until his lips reached the elastic waistband.

  “You're going to burst right out of those,” he teased, his voice low as he darted his tongue along the hipbone, then licked a trail up one side that beautiful V-shape that disappeared into his pants. He licked up the other side a moment later.

  “Oh, yeah,” Logan was groaning, his toes curling into the bed as that beautiful, strong body writhed underneath him already. “Please...!”

  Hunter hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled down abruptly, unsurprised to see the hardened cock bob free instantly. “No underwear today?” he teased, glancing up across that beautifully naked body to Logan's face. “Easier access...”

  Logan blushed and closed his eyes for a moment. “I wasn't going to let you in...”

  Hunter's heart hurt for a moment, but he pushed aside the implications. “Aren't you glad you did?”

  “Yes,” Logan whispered, his breath catching at the way Hunter let a hot breath out across his length. He opened his eyes, and Hunter caught his gaze instantly once he did.

  Hunter didn't look away for a second as he wrapped his hand around the top side of that sturdy length to get a good grip, then licked from the base to the top of the erection before swallowing the head into his mouth.

  “Nnh! Oh,” Logan gasped. “Oh, fuck, yes...!” He was unbelievably sensitive already, his thighs quivering at Hunter's tight suction.

  Hunter finally looked down at that beautiful cock to admire the sight of it disappearing between his lips and reemerging, glistening, over and over. He bobbed his head quickly, wanting to blow Logan's mind as he sucked every inch of that length into his mouth.

  “Jesus...” Logan whispered, his hands coming to rest on Hunter's shoulders. He was squeezing tightly as if holding back his own orgasm already.

  Was he not even in the mood to jerk off for four days? I kind of hope he didn't, cruel as that sounds. It'll make this all the better for him. I want to make it blow his mind. I want to make sure... he never forgets me.

  Hunter finally drew his head up to let the length slip free with a wet sound, licking his lips as he knelt over Logan and unzipped his trousers.

  Logan was already pulling his knees up, hooking his hands around the backs of his thighs to pull them up to his chest.

  Hunter laughed quietly, leaning down to kiss his chest again. “Where do you keep--”

  “Bedside table.”

  “Right.” Hunter leaned over to open the top drawer, then the bottom, until he found the distinctive tube. It took him just seconds to spread a little over his fingers and rub the tips together. Seconds later, he brought the warmed liquid to the entrance, watching the tight hole clench for a moment with surprise before Logan relaxed.

  He slid one finger in, then two without initial resistance, smiling at the sight of Logan's head rolling back as the initial wave of pleasure and pain went through him. “It's just a shame I can't spank you from this angle,” he teased, finding the lightly textured nub inside to start rubbing against with those two fingers.

  It was easy to forget just how well Logan always responded to fingering, but watching the expressions of pleasure on that face and the way Logan's breath caught as pleasure built up within him was so satisfactory.

  He wanted to please Logan until Logan shouted with ecstatic joy, but this wasn't the time. Perhaps with some cuffs and a long night ahead of them sometime soon...

  He drew his fingers out and wiped them off, then reached into his trousers to pull his cock free from the restrictive fabrics holding it in place. He was already hard just from the sight of the beautiful man squirming underneath him, but he stroked a few extra times to give Logan a nice visual treat.

  Logan's eyes were hungry as he stared at the length, making Hunter's chest swell with pride. He pulled his wallet out and slipped a condom out, then ripped it open.

  He already had the condom rolled onto his stiff length when he heard Logan's voice, quiet but direct.

  “I'm not fucking anyone else.”

  The words took Hunter by surprise – not because he didn't believe Logan, but because he hadn't expected the offer.

  “Me neither,” Hunter told him. “And have you been--”

  “Yep. Next time, you can skip that, then,” Logan told him directly.

  Hunter wasn't used to Logan giving orders, but he liked that one. He grinned, leaning down to press his lips for a moment against Logan's, letting him have a taste of himself. “I will,” he promised, then eased himself into place under Logan, letting Logan's legs fall onto his shoulders. He bent the other man nearly in two as he braced himself to slide into Logan.

  Logan's tightness and warmth felt incredible.

  Hunter's heart swelled as he entered, inch by inch, driving deep into that familiar heat while watching Logan's lips slide open as his head rolled back against the pillow.

  “That's it,” Hunter whispered approvingly, reaching up carefully to cup a cheek with his palm before he drew his hips back and thrust forward again. He kept it slow for the first few thrusts to get Logan into it.

  Logan moaned, reaching out to grab his hips. Logan pulled him until he drove deep into him. “For God's sakes, don't tease me. We don't have time for more teasing.”

  Hunter's laugh was deep and reverberated around the room as he sped up, driving deeper and harder into Logan to satisfy his hungry bottom. He even took a minute balanced on his toes, his legs stretched out behind him, to drive straight into Logan and make him lose his mind.

  And lose his mind he did. “Oh, fuuuuck, yes!” Logan moaned and clenc
hed around Hunter's throbbing cock. He was bent nearly in two, but he still leaned up to encourage Hunter to kiss him, so Hunter went with it and pressed a deep, lustful kiss against those beautiful pink lips.

  Logan was amazing: strong and muscled, yet flexible enough to be bent in two and kissed while Hunter made love to him.

  ...Fucked him.

  Not made love.

  Hunter's heart jumped as he realized what he'd just thought, and he quickly distracted himself by shifting back to his knees for a quicker pace.

  Each quick, hard thrust made Logan's breath catch or a quiet grunted moan spill from his lips or the bed creak, a symphony of pleasurable sounds that made Hunter's head spin. The heat, the warmth, the closeness between them... it was no wonder his mind had gotten carried away.

  “Y-Yes... almost... come on,” Logan begged, and Hunter flexed his hips as hard as he could to pound that beautiful little hole, filling it with his length before drawing back to within an inch or two of the tip and thrusting again.

  Logan was gasping and Hunter was, too, by now, as he watched Logan's expression shift from pleasure to ecstasy, his lips opening in a perfect O-shape as he clenched hard around Hunter's length, his body twitching. He didn't even have to touch Logan's cock for it to spill against Logan's stomach and chest, the tightness clenching and throbbing around his cock as Logan's muscles twitched and seized with all-consuming pleasure.

  “Yes... Hunter, I... I'm so... it feels so... perfect,” Logan managed in quiet, gasping moans as he marked himself with his own pleasure. He still milked Hunter's shaft with clenches.

  With that encouragement, Hunter thrust hard inside the perfect enveloping tightness, unable to tear his eyes from that gorgeous expression.

  He only needed a few more thrusts before he was coming, spilling inside the condom with a loud groan and gripping the sheet beside Logan's head with a fist to try to control his pleasure a little. “I-- fuck...! Oh, fuck, Logan...!”

  Bliss took him, heat burning through his chest. His involuntarily twitching muscles and thrusting hips were all he focused on for these few seconds as he thrust deep inside his lover with each squirt of his passion.