something more to Alexander’s slip?
God, he’d never so badly hoped there was.
Logan kissed Alexander’s knee, thigh, hip. He trailed his nose over his lower abs and dipped his tongue into Alexander’s navel. He loved the way Alexander’s stomach undulated.
“Stop teasing me,” Alexander moaned when Logan sucked his nipple.
Logan slowly lowered his weight onto Alexander. He cupped Alexander’s cheek, thumb tracing the corner of his mouth. “I want you to remember this.”
Alexander’s chest hitched under him. “You too.”
“I don’t know the precise arrangement with Nico, but I know it’s important to you.” Blue eyes blinked, and Logan cleared his throat. “I’ve put you through so much.”
“Logan, I thought we’d talk—”
Logan kissed him softly. “You don’t have to evict me. I mean, I can just leave.”
“You have stakes too.”
“Mine are all up here.” Logan tapped his head and then his chest. “Or in there.”
Alexander frowned.
“Just feelings,” Logan said around a ball in his throat.
Alexander touched his jaw, his temple, fingered his hair.
Logan swallowed. “I’ll cope.”
Alexander lifted his head off the pillow and pressed their lips together. Their eyes locked.
Words failed them both, but Alexander’s hands gripped Logan’s shoulders, urging him closer. Their kisses were slow, deepening after every stolen breath. A needy moan escaped Alexander, and Logan plunged his tongue into Alexander’s mouth.
Alexander wriggled, legs locking around his hips, thrusting against him. Their cocks ground together and—
Logan needed more pressure, slicker friction, more of that charged connection.
Needed closer.
His kisses grew messy as he positioned his cock, the head nudging Alexander’s slippery entrance. Alexander nibbled Logan’s ear, breath hot and damp.
Logan pushed forward, breaching Alexander’s body. They both gasped, and Alexander’s grip on him tightened as he inched in. Logan’s cock throbbed in the warm suction of Alexander’s channel. His ass pulsed too, recalling Alexander doing this to him yesterday. That invasive burn, followed by blinding pleasure.
“Oh, God.”
Logan halted. “You okay? Too much?”
“Perfect. Start moving.”
Logan propped his weight on one arm and thrust slowly, massaging Alexander’s shoulder, tweaking his nipple, slapping a meaty hand on that gorgeous ass.
He played with Alexander’s hardening cock, teasing him. He dipped down and kissed his jaw, cock pushing in and out. He wasn’t sure he could ever decide what he liked best—Alexander plunging a mad dance over his prostate, or the suction around him as he thrust into Alexander.
He shifted, swiveled his hips, and bucked into Alexander. Alexander begged for more, faster, harder, and his pleas possessed Logan. He pounded into him, a kaleidoscope of pleasure building in his groin, his chest, growing with every thrust.
Alexander threaded his fingers in Logan’s hair, a soft touch, and their eyes met. Alexander lifted his head and they kissed wetly.
Logan pushed into Alexander, filling him.
Alexander clenched around him with a cry, and Logan thrust toward the most heart-pounding orgasm of his life.
Ropes of Alexander’s come hit his jaw and chest.
“Alex—” Sensation slammed into him and his cock throbbed deep in Alexander as he spilled.
Logan buried his whimper in Alexander’s throat. “You’re everything.” Alexander continued fondling Logan’s hair, and Logan smiled down at him. “You okay?”
Alexander made a contented sigh. A sound Logan would never tire of, if he was ever allowed the chance to prove it.
Nerves riddled his chest. He knotted the condom, tossed it off the bed, and collapsed beside Alexander.
“Let’s clean up,” Alexander murmured.
“And then . . .?”
“Then we’ll sleep.”
Chapter Twenty-One
ALEXANDER
* * *
Alexander didn’t sleep.
He barely recognized the night passing. There was the flutter of his curtains at the partially open window, the mysterious groan of wood, and Logan twisting every so often in his sleep. Dawn stretched into the room through gaps, and Alexander stared at the strip of light glowing on his ceiling, ass throbbing with remembered intensity.
His mind was racing. The same thoughts, one after the other. Logan had wanted to talk last night—possibly needed to talk—and Alexander had thwarted his attempts.
Logan slept peacefully, warming the bed next to him. But Alexander recalled Logan tapping his head and chest, dismissing his needs in favor of Alexander’s.
Weren’t feelings the biggest stake of all?
Alexander turned back the covers, slipped out of bed and pulled on jeans. He snuck downstairs, cold steps biting his naked feet.
He lay down on the couch Logan loved the best and stared wistfully at that empty wall.
Then he slipped into Logan’s bedroom.
So many roommates over the last years and never had he felt a connection to this room like he did now. He curled up on the twisted sheets—stupid sheets—and stared at the limp flag, that ridiculous picture, the basket of unfolded flannel