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and Alexander shook his head. He pushed Logan onto the bed and dropped to his knees atop the puddle of the clothes.

“Last night—”

Alexander pressed a finger to his lips. If they started talking now, they might lose this.

“Will you fuck me, Logan?”

Logan’s cock twitched and he made a surprised, needy sound. His eyes were heavy with the throbbing need to be that close. Alexander shivered and clenched.

He curled a hand around Logan’s hard shaft and gently stroked him. Logan moaned, resting a hand on Alexander’s shoulder, a steady, massaging pressure. Alexander tasted the pre-come pearling on Logan’s plum-headed cock. They both groaned this time. Logan tasted salty and nutty and sweet.

“Last night,” Logan gasped, squeezing his shoulder. “It wasn’t just sex.”

Alexander slowly drew off Logan, his hand still gripping his base. “You freaked out.”

“Momentarily. The feelings were intense. Overwhelming, and badly timed. That should’ve happened only after we talked.”

Alexander’s heart hammered. “That?”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

He did.

“I want it again. Just once more.”

“Once more?” Logan stiffened, thighs clenching around Alexander. “You’re going to break up with me?”

“Once more. Please?” He slammed his eyes shut and stroked Logan harder, voice broken. “Please.”

Chapter Twenty

LOGAN

* * *

Logan wanted to sob like a baby, but he reined it in.

Alexander was pleading, pumping Logan with torturous urgency. He needed Logan, and Logan needed to be there for him.

Alexander sucked him into his mouth, deep and desperately deeper. Logan threw his head back at the wet, hot intensity. He gripped Alexander’s shoulder and gently pried him off. Cool air raced over his cock. But his shiver came from the dejection crossing Alexander’s face.

Logan stood and urged Alexander to his feet. He pulled him close and murmured in his ear.

“I want to have you in your bed.”

Away from the lies that littered Logan’s room.

Logan grabbed a condom and the lube and headed out of the room, cock steering the way.

Alexander followed close behind. Logan reached his free hand back and Alexander knotted their fingers together. A nice thought in theory, but problematic when he tripped on the stairs and couldn’t catch himself. He twisted awkwardly, landing on his hip and ass, and the disbelief creasing Alexander’s face yanked a laugh out of Logan. He tugged Alexander down to him.

The laugh lingered on his lips, joining their kiss. He dropped the supplies to the stair next to him, absorbing the naked heat of Alexander pressing against him. Alexander’s leg dropped onto the stair below, between Logan’s, and their cocks slotted side by side. Alexander ran his hands over Logan’s chest, through his hair, asking if he was okay.

More than okay. Physically, at least.

Logan pushed that rising ache deep down, and focused on Alexander’s admiring gaze. Those elegant fingers trembled at his nipples. He looked at Logan like he needed to kiss him, and Logan lifted his chin and pressed their lips together in a soft kiss that danced through his veins, racing from his scalp, down his spine, through his aching cock, to the backs of his knees and calves where they pressed against the stairs.

Alexander pressed closer, rocking against him, and pleasure zipped through Logan. He smiled. “If we keep going like this, I’m going to fuck you right here.”

“Tempting,” Alexander murmured. “Not toni—Rather my bed.”

Logan heard the slip and hope rammed in his heart.

Alexander scooped up the lube and condoms and sashayed up the stairs with a deliberate wiggle of his ass.

Logan dropped his head back and groaned.

“Coming?” Alexander’s faint voice called.

He pushed to his feet. “I’m certainly planning to.”

He entered Alexander’s pristine room. Lamplight cast a soft glow over the bed and Alexander, who lay splayed over the white covers, one leg bent, body arching as he reached around and fingered himself. His fingers shimmered with lube as they slicked in and out of him.

Alexander hooked his gaze, and that invisible cord between them reeled Logan in.

He crawled over the firm, fresh bed. “I could come just watching you.”

“Please don’t.” So dry. So Alexander.

Alexander dolloped more lube onto his fingers and made a debauched show of prepping himself, gaze riveted on Logan.

Logan squeezed his balls, gritting his teeth in an effort not to shoot.

Alexander glanced toward the condom between them. “Get inside of me.”

Logan rolled it on and his knees dragged over the bedding as he climbed between Alexander’s hot thighs.

Alexander stroked his cock, slow and sensual, spreading his legs further. His lips parted, chest rising and falling evenly. Would this be the last time Logan saw Alexander like this? Or had there been