Perfect Love

by Trina Lane

  He lifted his legs to wrap around Logan’s hips.

  There were no words comparable to feelings coursing through him as he and Logan made love. Each touch, each pant of breath on his skin, enhanced the pleasure tenfold. Logan probably didn’t realise it, but the sounds he made compounded Clay’s arousal. The little moans, the breathy cries combined with the forceful thrusts of his cock deep inside Clay’s body sent Clay hurtling towards climax faster than he’d ever experienced.

  With each drive of Logan’s body inside him, they moved further up the bed. Clay braced his hands on the padded leather insert of his headboard. He used the leverage to meet each of Logan’s plunges.

  Logan’s head bent and captured Clay’s nipple between his lips, sucking on the hardened nub until Clay cried out. His nipples were a hot spot, and very few of his past lovers had given them the attention he so often craved.

  His balls pulled up tight against his body. He wanted to reach down and stroke himself, but knew if he did his head would collide into the headboard. Padded or not, he wasn’t about to interrupt the most amazing sex of his life for a head injury.

  As if sensing his dilemma, Logan wrapped his fist around Clay’s cock and started to pull. The added stimulus was all Clay needed, and with only a few tugs, his climax roared through his body. Wave after wave of sensation pummelled through him. His cock erupted so violently it nearly hurt, but the pain was delicious as he finally, after years of fantasising, screamed Logan’s name when he came.

  Chapter Five

  The lines on the highway raced past Logan as he stared out the window from the passenger seat. Miles of road stretched before them as he and Clay drove south towards West Haven, Connecticut. He was required to go there or New York City. The VA didn’t have implant services in Boston.

  His mind raced with disjointed thoughts of what would happen in the coming days. His initial euphoria and excitement at the news that he’d been approved for the implants now morphed into trepidation. What if the surgery didn’t work? What if, after they sliced his head open, they found out the electrodes wouldn’t thread through his cochlea like they should. What if he went through all this and still couldn’t hear?

  The past month had consisted of visit after visit to the VA hospital. Test after test. The otolaryngologists and audiologists had dissected each and every little neuron of his auditory system. If he had to sit in one more soundproof booth and strain to hear nearly non-existent beeps, he would go mad. They’d scanned his head and flipped him back and forth so many times he’d tossed his cookies on more than one occasion. God, his vertigo had loved that little session. He’d survived lip-reading tests and countless hours in counselling to discuss realistic expectations. In a way, those counselling sessions were so much harder than the physical tests.

  He’d been so high at the prospect of being able to hear again, but watching the audiologists tell him everything that might or might not improve had nearly sucked the joy out of the experience. He understood they had to say those things. It was important for him to have realistic goals, but come on, give a guy a bone.

  Now, the time had come. Tomorrow at oh-six-hundred, he would check into the hospital, and the real adventure would begin.

  Logan felt Clay thread his fingers through his, giving them a squeeze. He looked across the interior of the car and saw Clay glance at him, while trying to maintain attention on the road. Logan smiled back and returned the squeeze.

  He knew Clay would be there with him every step of the way in the coming months, and that helped keep the anxiety from consuming him.

  God, he loved this man sitting next to him. Day after day, test after test Clay had stood beside him. He’d even come to a couple of Logan’s sessions with Matt.

  When they were young men, he’d thought he knew what it meant to desire Clay, to love Clay, but he’d had no idea. On the days when all he wanted to do was scream, Clay calmed him. On days he wanted to curl up and cry, Clay held him. And at night when the nightmares came, Clay consumed him with passion.

  He’d moved into Clay’s bedroom immediately following their first time together. The nights spent in each other’s arms gave him more strength to face the next day than all the training the Army could throw at him. Clay could make his body shiver with a single look from those stormy grey eyes, and his body would burn with one touch of a finger.

  The lovers of his past had in no way prepared him for what it would be like in Clay’s bed. One night, after a particularly rough day, Clay had licked every inch of his body, over and over, until Logan had begged and pleaded. He’d been held in suspension for what seemed like an eternity, and when Clay had filled Logan with his cock, the sensation had sent Logan spiralling into an orgasmic black hole that sucked every ounce of ecstasy from the very marrow of his bones. Thinking about that night made him hard, and he squirmed in the seat of the car as he felt his body temperature rise.

  Clay’s hand captured Logan’s chin and turned his head so they faced each other. “What are you thinking about over there?”

  Logan looked down at his crotch and tried to adjust himself into a more comfortable position. “That night.”

  Clay smiled. “It was amazing. The sounds you made, the feel of your skin beneath my tongue and your body wrapped around my cock. I was convinced I’d found nirvana.”

  Clay’s words fired up his blood, and his pulse raced. His mind screamed that this play was dangerous. They were driving down an interstate highway, for fuck’s sake, but his body refused to listen. Logan’s cock pushed against his jeans. The thick material trapped the flesh in a cage of desire. He wanted to free the beast and succumb to Clay’s incendiary images.

  “How long before we get there?” Logan asked.

  “Another twenty minutes.”

  “Fuck.”

  “Yes, we will.”

  Clay turned back to face the road and pushed a little harder on the gas pedal. He’d been watching Logan out of the corner of his eye the whole trip. He knew Logan was nervous about the next couple of days. Not so much the surgery itself but what would happen afterwards.

  The past month had been such a roller coaster of demands and feelings that Clay was surprised Logan had held up as well as he had. He never wanted Logan to know, but he’d had his own fears about what it would mean should the implants not perform the way Logan prayed. The sessions he’d attended with Matt both with Logan and on his own had been very beneficial to teaching Clay how to be as supportive to Logan as possible. One of the things he’d learned was that sometimes Logan still needed his space. Clay didn’t want his attempts at being supportive to be perceived by Logan as him hovering.

  There were afternoons when Clay would come home from the precinct and find Logan in his old room, hearing aids sitting on the nightstand and him lying on the bed in silence, staring at the ceiling. It was almost as if Logan used the very quiet he’d loathed as a peaceful escape.

  Clay pulled into the parking lot for their hotel. They’d only be staying one night because he had every intention of staying with Logan, in his hospital room, tomorrow after the surgery. They’d been told the procedure only required one overnight stay, assuming everything went according to plan.

  Despite the wandering of his mind, Clay’s arousal hadn’t abated in the last twenty minutes. Taunting Logan a little while ago might not have been the most thought out plan. He didn’t look forward to sauntering into the hotel lobby sporting a raging hard-on. He grimaced then heard a soft chuckle from the seat next to him. When he looked over at Logan, he saw a smirk on the beautiful man’s face.

  “Shut up.”

  Clay shoved the door open and climbed out of the car. He crossed the front of the vehicle and jerked open Logan’s passenger door. He managed to tug Logan’s frame from the sedan and pushed him up against the side of the vehicle. Their mouths moved within inches of each other, and Logan’s gaze burned into his.

  “If I have to go inside like this, then so do you.” Clay placed a tiny kiss on Logan’s
lips then turned away. He clasped Logan’s hand in his and dragged the man behind him. Logan’s feet dug into the pavement for a few steps, but Clay had determination on his side. The man behind the counter had a startled look in his eyes as they breached the sliding glass doors, but quickly smiled when he spied their linked hands.

  “May I help you, gentleman?”

  “Yes, we have a reservation for Phillips.”

  Clay watched as the attendant typed away at the computer for a few seconds. Clay’s arm gathered Logan’s body close to his side, and his hand slid into the back pocket of Logan’s jeans.

  A low voice behind them whispered, ‘faggots’. He turned and saw an old man with a shock of white hair calmly reading a newspaper and drinking a cup of coffee. Clay didn’t know if the voice belonged to him but had no intention of forcing the issue.

  “I see you’re booked for one night with a king bed. Is that correct?”

  Clay faced the counter once again. “Yes. My partner is having surgery tomorrow. We’ve been told he should only have to stay overnight, but if something should happen, do we have the opportunity to extend our stay?”

  The clerk had a surprised look for a moment then gave Logan a once over. His eyes seemed to be searching for what was wrong, and they lingered a little too long on Logan’s lips. Clay tapped his fingers on the countertop.

  “Yes, sir, that would be no problem. If you need to make arrangements, just give us a call. I’ll forewarn my manager of the possibility. Hopefully, everything will go as planned.”

  “That’s what we’re praying for,” Clay said.

  Clay slid the little folder holding their room key across the granite and peeked at the number. Capturing Logan’s attention, he said, “Come on. Let’s go finish what we started.”

  A quick scan of the lobby area indicated it was just them and the young man behind the counter. His hand slipped behind Logan’s neck and drew their mouths together.

  He had intended the kiss to be possessive but brief. However, once his lips claimed Logan’s, his body screamed at him to find the nearest flat surface and screw like bunnies, regardless of an audience. Logan met his tongue thrust for thrust. Their lips devoured each other, their bodies smashed together and their hands clutched at any available hold.

  Clay managed to gather his fragmented consciousness and gentled the kiss slowly until, with a lingering lick, they separated. Electric blue eyes met stormy grey and tiny smiles graced passion swollen lips. Behind the desk, the kid’s desire-slackened expression confirmed that Clay’s mission had succeeded.

  “Holy fuck, you two are hot,” the clerk said. “I don’t suppose you play do you? I’ve got a dinner break coming to me.”

  “Sorry, kid. I never did learn to share with others.” Clay looked at Logan to see if he’d caught the kid’s question.

  Logan’s gaze moved from Clay to the clerk. “He’s mine.”

  * * * *

  Clay removed the key from the electronic lock and pushed the door open. He had the door shut, locked and started stripping off his sports shirt in under five seconds. Completely naked in under sixty, he spun around to find Logan in a similar state of undress. They jumped for the large bed and bounced into each others arms. Limbs twisted and tangled as they picked up where the kiss downstairs had left off.

  Logan’s hearing aids squealed when Clay rolled on top and pressed his head into the pillows. He removed the behind-the-ear devices then set them on the side table.

  “You don’t need to hear me. I want you to focus on each kiss…each caress.”

  Clay lowered his head to Logan’s neck and dragged his lips down the side of the corded muscle. Logan’s neck arched, and his hands clutched onto Clay’s back, holding him in place. Logan’s skin held a lingering scent of his aftershave from that morning, and the lemony flavour tantalised Clay’s taste buds. Clay was careful not to leave marks but set about devouring Logan’s body as their hips ground together. Their cocks bumped, and both men gasped. So much…so much!

  Clay’s hands braced on either side of Logan’s heaving chest. When he reached Logan’s nipple, Clay latched on with a ferociousness they’d yet to experience together. He sucked and bit at the hard protrusion. Clay had learned over the past month that Logan’s nipples were as sensitive as his, and the man loved having them stimulated roughly. Harder even than Clay himself. His teeth scored the tender flesh, only to soothe the sting with licks across and around each nub. Drawing one into the cavern of his mouth he sucked it, while twisting and tugging on the other with his fingers.

  Logan’s cock rubbed against his belly, and Clay longed to swallow the thick length. He quickly slid down and, with no preamble, fisted the base, opened his mouth and sank down the hard, leaking flesh. Logan’s shout above his head only urged him on. Fingers twisted in his hair, and he went to work. He quickly slid up and down the pulsing column.

  Logan planted his feet on the bedspread and opened his legs to give Clay more room. Clay worked the hard cock as deep as he could take it, using his fist to jerk the remaining inches at the base. His other hand captured Logan’s balls and rolled the full globes, tickling the sensitive skin behind the sac with his fingertips. He wanted to fuck Logan so bad. His hips humped the mattress beneath them. His cock searched for any type of stimulation, desperate and needy.

  The novelty of feeling Logan’s naked skin next to his was still so fresh that each touch sent sparks up and down his body. The knowledge that he controlled Logan’s pleasure and Logan controlled his made Clay crave each and every opportunity to explore their physical love. There were days at the office where he would be going about his duties and an image would flash in his mind of Logan’s expression as he came. After a particularly eventful night, Clay had spent an entire day trying to hide a recurring erection because, each time he sat, he recalled how it felt to have Logan’s cock stretching his channel, driving into him so perfectly he’d come without a touch to his cock not once but twice.

  Logan’s hand squeezed his shoulder, telling Clay he was about to explode. Clay renewed his efforts, concentrating on the head of Logan’s cock. He flicked his tongue into the slit over and over, while his hand stroked up and down. He knew Logan was close. He felt the tension creep up Logan’s body. Sensing the impending climax, he swallowed Logan’s cock all the way to the base and smiled inwardly when a hoarse cry accompanied jets of semen filling his throat. He drew up to savour the taste of Logan’s cum and kept sucking until Logan signalled that his cock had become too sensitive to handle any more.

  Clay flopped onto his back, taking his cock in hand. He knew it would only take a few good yanks to make him come, but Logan’s hand wrapped around his, halting the motion before he could finish himself off. He growled in frustration and turned his head to look at his lover. Logan shook his head and squeezed Clay’s hand which put pressure on the base of his cock, halting his imminent release with a groan. His head arched back into the bedspread and he closed his eyes, taking several deep breaths. Over the buzzing in his ears, Clay picked up the sound of foil tearing. His eyes opened, and he watched Logan open a single use packet of lube.

  “Where did you have that stashed?” Clay asked.

  “Jeans. Had a feeling we’d need it.”

  “God, I love you.”

  Blood surged into his cock, and Clay used every trick in the book to prevent himself from coming at the thought of sinking deep inside Logan’s body. Logan squeezed out a small amount of the super-concentrated lube. When the cool gel touched the heated skin of Clay’s cock, shivers raced down his spine. A dark red flush tinted the skin of his engorged flesh. Large veins twisting up the steel column throbbed with impassioned vigour. Pre-cum emerged from the slit and dribbled down the length of his cock.

  Logan reached behind and used the remaining lube to prepare his entrance. Clay wished he had a better view. One of his favourite pastimes was watching Logan’s fingers disappear into the tight hot tunnel of his ass.

  Logan quickly completed his task
and moved to straddle Clay’s hips. Clay knew that quick bit of preparation wouldn’t be enough to fully stretch Logan’s opening, so despite the need thundering through his body, this would have to be a slow descent. They’d done away with the condoms since Logan had undergone every test conceivable and Clay’s blood work had come back clean a couple of weeks ago.

  Clay’s chest was used for balance as Logan manoeuvred himself into position. He stabilised his cock and positioned the dripping crown at the entrance to Logan’s body. When blood rushed from his brain, hardening his turgid length to greater dimensions, he moaned. He nudged against Logan’s puckered anus and popped through the tight ring of muscle. The heat of Logan’s body seared his flesh as he tunnelled to greater depths. The gradual descent only compounded the sensations of sinking into heaven. Logan eventually took all of him. They paused for a moment, and Clay savoured the feel of Logan’s plush channel gripping his cock. The muscles danced along his length as they relaxed, giving Clay room to fuck Logan into oblivion. Logan’s face was study of pleasure. His normal dark blue eyes were bright as if they were lasers and seared into Clay’s. The damp skin of Logan’s torso glowed as he lifted and dropped his body over Clay’s. Clay clenched his ass and thrust up with his hips, impaling Logan harder on his length. A cry of pleasure greeted his ears. Logan’s body began to gyrate, no longer a slow rise and fall, he rode Clay’s cock as if he were a man possessed. Logan slammed up and down on Clay’s cock; short nails scored Clay’s chest.

  Oh, it felt so good.

  Clay’s hands locked on Logan’s hips, his fingertips pushing into the skin. He suspected there might be bruising in the morning, and the knowledge that his mark would brand Logan’s body added fuel to the fire. His hips surged to meet Logan’s descent. The delirium of such intense pleasure snapped the threads of all constructive brain activity. All he knew were the pleasure of Logan’s body and the demands of his.