confused. “What were you thinking?”
Logan huffed out a laugh. “What was I thinking? What were you thinking, Mr. I’m-A- Gay-Democrat?”
“Some things are worth standing up for.”
Yes, but—“Did you lose your survival instincts?”
Alexander eyed his lips shrewdly. “Your Minnesotan accent is improving.”
Logan froze for a split-second and supressed the impulse to go full MAGA. “Maybe this way you’ll understand me better: stupid plan to bait the gang.”
Amusement flickered over Alexander’s face, but Logan couldn’t trust his vision—or his pounding head—to be sure.
“I never normally go out.” Alexander waved his hands between them and the house. “Tonight you made me.”
Alexander stepped back, cool space washing between them. “How’s the head?”
Physically? Fine. The thoughts racing around in it? The synapses firing a kazillion sparks whenever he neared Alexander? Not so fine.
Logan tossed the frozen pad on the counter, and snagged Alexander’s ice-cooled hand. “Hopefully better by morning.”
Logan tugged him into his bedroom. Amber lamplight washed softly over the room.
Alexander glanced at their joined hands. “Why am I here?”
I don’t know. “Despite my manly appearance, I could still have a concussion. That fist was made of steel.” Logan let go of him and popped the button of his pants. “Now strip, hop in bed, and start staring at me.”
“You think I’ve stopped?”
Logan’s head snapped up. “What?”
Alexander waved it away. “I can’t stay in this room. The blatant display of our flag gives me goosebumps.”
Logan smirked. “Would you prefer I put up the Confederate one?”
“I’m out of here.”
Logan pulled him back, and Alexander resisted . . . but not as much as Logan expected.
“What is your plan here?”
Logan was asking himself the same question.
The ball in Alexander’s throat rose and dipped.
Logan popped open the buttons of his flannel shirt and drew it off. It landed softly on the floor behind his feet. “I just . . . the concussion thing, that’s all.”
His voice shook.
Alexander’s scrolling gaze caused a ticklish static over Logan’s abs. “How about I duck in every few hours?”
Logan pulled down his zipper, not entirely sure what he was doing. “Um. I’m feeling very dizzy.”
Alexander cocked his head and watched Logan’s hands shimmying his jeans over the curve of his ass and the obscene bulge in his underwear from his aroused state. “I thought you were straight? This feels like a show for me . . .”
Logan glanced away.
Alexander paused and then spoke softer. “I’m not denying it’s quite the show, but if it’s meant for me, I want to know why.”
Logan folded his jeans across the desk chair. “I’m . . . testing something out.”
“Testing something out?”
A hard swallow. “Yeah.”
Alexander stepped forward, and Logan held his breath.
“This is a bad idea.” Alexander drew off his shirt, and holy shit Logan was in trouble. Alexander was tan, smooth, and firmly packed—and that damn watch on his wrist added something sexy Logan couldn’t put a finger on. “I’ll make sure you don’t fall asleep.”
An easy job, there.
Alexander opened his jeans and a teasing bulge caught Logan’s eye. Jesus.
He gulped. “How’re you gonna make sure I don’t go fallin’ asleep?”
Alexander slid off his jeans, folded them, and laid them on Logan’s.
There was no hiding either of their interest in the tight underwear they wore.
Alexander grimaced at the “Make America Great Again” bedcover and stripped it off the bed—something Logan did every night.
He bit back a grin and crawled nervously under the sheets beside Alexander. Puffed pillow under his head, he stared up at the ceiling—just as Alexander did.
Air shifted between them, the mattress dipped and jiggled, and Alexander’s blazing warmth radiated into his side.
Alexander spoke first. “So.”
“So.”
“Why do you like him?” Alexander asked, pointing toward that picture.
Nothing killed a boner like bringing that clown up in bed. Well done, Alexander.
Alexander pulled the sheet to his chin.
Logan needed to channel his role, but his head was pounding. Maybe tonight—just tonight—he could ease up on the acting. Be himself.
Jane wouldn’t have to know.
The eviction would still happen. But not right now.
“Another question.” Logan snuck the sheet down, revealing Alexander’s smooth landscape, tight nipples, and outie belly button. These new shivers were as nerve-wrecking as they were arousing. “Nothing political.”
Alexander laughed and yanked the sheet back up. “How long have you been curious that you’re . . . bi?”
“Right to sexuality, huh?”
Alexander hitched a brow and spoke with a sarcastic undertone. “Forgive me if that’s what first came to mind.”
Logan grinned and ducked his head under the sheets, getting a wonderful eyeful of Alexander in the murky light. Yep, this was doing it for him. “Forgiven. This is