“No fuckin’ way, darlin’.”
Darlin’. It robbed Alexander of air every time.
Logan breathed heavily at Alexander’s ear as his strokes quickened. “What was that ‘putting me on’ about?”
“Feels too damn good to be real.” Alexander swallowed and pushed Logan back just enough to see his face. “You’re good at this.”
Logan’s strokes slowed before he slanted his lips across Alexander’s and began a deliciously needy pace. The slick sounds of his hand and their debauched panting sent Alexander over the edge.
He gripped Logan’s arms and dropped his forehead against Logan’s jerking shoulder. “God, Logan.”
Alexander’s orgasm thundered into him and kept rolling.
Logan grunted as warm come splashed against Alexander’s lower belly where his T-shirt had ridden up.
Alexander lowered his feet to the floor, still steady in Logan’s arms. Their ragged breaths mingled and Alexander fought not to sag against Logan—and his lips.
Logan slid a finger down Alexander’s inner arm to his palm. He murmured something about washing up and kicked something across the floor on his way.
That damn picture.
Logan failed to hide his shudder.
Alexander cocked a brow. Were Logan’s true colors seeping through? “Won’t you pick your idol up?”
Logan hummed. “Of course.” He stared at the frame. Reluctantly? “It’s just . . .”
“Just?”
His expression glittered with whatever excuse he’d discovered. “I couldn’t defile it with my come-covered fingers, could I?” He cocked his head. “Unless you want me to defile it?”
The blatantly sexual way he suggested it had Alexander hoofing to the bathroom. Logan followed, and the next time Alexander looked at his smirking face, it was through the reflection in the mirror.
Alexander shook his head and pulled off his T-shirt, then made quick work of his jeans and shorts. “Give me yours, I’ll put a load on.”
“Are you back to hiding your interest behind laundry?”
Was that a possibility? “The only thing I’m hiding behind laundry is my spent cock.”
Logan tugged his T-shirt over his head, revealing his fine chest, stomach, and the V at his hips. The jeans were next, and Alexander barely had time to dump them into the basket before Logan pulled Alexander against him, back to Logan’s warm, solid chest. Hands cradled his hips, and Logan steered him into the shower.
He angled the showerhead against the wall and moved Alexander under the warm spray.
Alexander stared at Logan through falling water. “Do we have to shower together?”
“From now on, we’re doin’ everything together.”
Alexander gulped. Was this Logan’s new plan? Scare him away with faux commitment?
Alexander had never feared commitment. He’d just never met anyone he wanted to commit to. He could pretend Logan was that guy and have a little fun along the way. It’d be good practice for when the right guy came along.
Alexander pulled Logan under the water and wrapped his arms around his neck. Their bodies meshed, water sluicing between them. “Fantastic, honey. I’ve been holding back these last few days because I’ve been afraid of the sheer enormity of the feelings I have for you—and the fear you’ll never come out.”
Unfortunately not a lie.
Alexander relished the momentary startled blink Logan gave. “You’re right about everything. I want to share a bed. I don’t want these to be one-offs. Hell, can I call you my boyfriend?”
Logan blinked again. A frighteningly sneaky grin lit his face. “Boyfriends forevah.”
“And ever.”
Logan’s eyes widened. Genuine panic, perhaps? “I’ll come out to everyone about us. Your brother. My Luci. The UPS guy that I always bump into when leaving you lattes at work.”
“The UPS guy has probably figured it out already. We’ll tell Nico and Luci when we have dinner with them on Sunday.”
Logan pouted. “That’s too far away.”
“Patience. We’ll make it an amazingly romantic announcement. I’ll invite my parents.”
“I’ve got a nice pair of overalls for the occasion.”
Of course you do. “I can’t wait.”
Logan finger-combed his drenched hair. “You want the good news or the bad news?”
Alexander stiffened. “The bad news.” He braced for the worst.
“This might crack your heart.”
Alexander did a mental scouring of the house. What was broken? “Say it, then.”
Logan feigned a heavy sigh. “I don’t reckon we can go fishin’ again this weekend.”
Alexander picked up the soap, smiling. “How terrible.”
“I feel real bad fer ya. I know how much you liked the adventure.”
“I’ll survive.”
“Wanna know the good news?”
Alexander shrugged, soaping himself frothy. “Sure.”
“I bought us tickets to a show tomorrow tonight.”
Alexander paused. “A show?”
“Theater, I suppose you’d call it. A lot of fine flipping and such.”
Cirque du Soleil? “What’s the show?”
“That there’s the surprise.”
Alexander began soaping Logan’s chest hair. “Theatre. I can handle theatre.”
Chapter Fourteen
LOGAN
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Logan