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“I’m going to go check on the
coffee,” Joey said as he quickly jumped to his feet and headed for the
kitchen. The coffee should be done by now and he needed something to keep
himself busy. He was about to make an idiot out of himself.
Joey grabbed two cups and set them
down on the counter. He reached for the sugar and creamer, setting them down
next to the coffee cups. Spoon, he needed to get a spoon. Reaching into one of
his drawers he grabbed a spoon and set it down next to the cups, sugar, and
creamer. Did Logan take sugar and creamer in his coffee?
Maybe he should ask instead of
assuming. Joey turned to go back into the living room and ask Logan if he took
sugar and creamer in his coffee, yelping when he ran right into Logan, who was
leaning against the kitchen doorframe.
He closed his eyes, half in
embarrassment that he had run into Logan, half in delight that he had run into
Logan. Logan’s body was so hard and muscular. Joey could die a happy man
pressed against him.
Joey raised his eyes to Logan’s
face. “Sorry, I was going to ask you—”
“Ask me what, Joey?” Logan asked
after a moment when Joey didn’t continue with his statement.
Joey’s eyes nearly crossed at the
low, rough sound of Logan’s voice. If he didn’t know better he would think
that Logan was aroused. But that was ridiculous. Logan didn’t desire him, did
he?
“Logan,” he whispered, his eyes
dropping down to Logan’s lips. This is a really, really bad idea, Joey
thought as he raised himself up on his toes and placed his lips against
Logan’s.
He ran his tongue over Logan’s lips,
begging for entrance. His hands curled into his shirt as he pressed his body
against Logan’s. He knew that Logan could feel his erection pressing against
him. He couldn’t help it. Logan turned him on more than any man he had ever
met.
“Joey.”
“Yes?” Joey whispered against
Logan’s lips. Yes, yes, yes, anything you want.
“Joey.” This time Logan’s agitated
voice worked it through the deep haze surrounding Joey’s brain. “Joey,” Logan
repeated again.
Joey lifted his head and looked up
into Logan’s eyes. What he saw there made Joey wish he was anywhere but where
he was. Logan’s eyes were half closed, his brows drawn together. But it was
the tight clench of his teeth, the tick in his cheek that said it all. He
didn’t want to kiss Joey.
His eyes quickly dropping down, Joey
pulled his hands off of Logan’s shirt and pushed himself back from him. He
tucked his hands together against his chest to keep Logan from seeing them
tremble.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. He
couldn’t believe he had attacked Logan like that. He had no right. He wouldn’t
be surprised if Logan didn’t want anything to do with him after this.
Joey turned to face the counter, his
back to Logan. He couldn’t face him. He couldn’t see the contempt and disgust
in Logan’s face. It would take away the one thing he had left, his fantasies
of being with Logan, no matter how impossible they may be.
“Joey—”
“This was a mistake. Please, just
go,” Joey begged, his eyes filling with tears at the softening of Logan’s
voice. He could take anything from Logan except for his pity.
* * * *
Logan stared at Joey in
shock. When Joey started kissing him Logan had nearly gone out of his mind.
Joey tasted so good. Logan wanted to go on kissing him until they both passed
out. But if he gave in to Joey, Logan knew he wouldn't be able to stop with
just one kiss.
He would want it all,
every inch of Joey’s body. And there would be no going back from that point.
The decision on whether to give Joey time to get to know him would be taken
out of his hands. Joey would be his. But seeing Joey turn away from him,
knowing he thought he was being rejected—it was more than he could deal with.
His little man was in agony and it was Logan’s fault.
Logan stepped up behind Joey,
pressing his body tightly against his. He grabbed Joey by his hair and twisted
his head around, plastering his lips with his own. His other hand wrapped
around Joey’s waist to pull his body back against his.
He didn’t just kiss Joey. He
devoured him. His tongue ran the length of Joey’s lips before pressing in,
demanding entry, exploring every inch of him. He felt Joey start to respond,
slowly at first, then, it was as if a dam broke.
Joey opened up, throwing himself
into the kiss with absolute abandon. Logan could feel his cock hardening
against Joey’s hip as he ground against him. Oh damn, kissing Joey was heaven.
Joey was moaning and whimpering as he pushed back against Logan.
Logan knew that Joey couldn’t fail
to feel his erection pressing against him. As he moved his hand down Joey’s
waist to his groin, he wondered if he would find the same hard length in his
jeans.
Damn! Joey was so hard his zipper
was about to bust. Logan cupped him in his hand, squeezing, gently at first,
then with more pressure. The harder he held him, the more unglued Joey seemed
to become. Joey was so damn responsive.
“Logan, let me come,” Joey whispered
against Logan’s lips as he thrust his cock against Logan’s hand. Logan wasn’t
even sure that Joey knew that he had whispered the words out loud.
Logan lifted his lips from Joey,
growling into his ear. “How do you ask if you want something?” he demanded.
“Please,” Joey whispered.
“Please, who?”
“Please, sir, please let me come,”
Joey pleaded.
Logan’s grin was almost feral as he
unzipped Joey’s pants and pulled his cock out, wrapping his hand around it,
quickly stroking him to completion. His little man deserved a reward for
asking him so nicely.
“Good baby,” Logan said against the
side of Joey’s neck. “Now come for me, Joey.”
As if on cue, Joey threw his head
back as he thrust himself into Logan’s tight grasp. He cried out as he came,
coating Logan’s hand with his release. Logan continued to stroke Joey until he
collapsed against him.
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