my ass—”
“Not planning to,” Logan said. “I have standards.”
“I hate you,” Andrew said with feeling, fisting his cock faster. “God, I can’t stand you.”
Logan snorted. “The feeling is mutual, you bigoted little tease,” he said, his cock pressing harder and harder between Andrew’s cheeks.
The slippery head caught against his hole for a moment, and Andrew jerked, as if electrocuted, a hiss leaving his lips. “Don’t you dare,” he bit out, squeezing his own cock. “If you even think about sticking your huge, disgusting cock into my ass—”
“For a straight guy, you sure fixate on my cock’s size a lot.”
“Fuck you. My point is, if you even think about putting your cock in me, I swear I’ll—I’ll—”
“You what?” Logan said into his ear, his voice low and hoarse. “What will you do? Call the police? I can do anything to you, and no one will stop me.”
“You’re sick,” Andrew moaned out, his hand slippery with pre-come as he jacked his cock faster.
“If I’m sick, so are you. It turns you on, you hypocrite.” Logan bit his earlobe, making Andrew cry out. “You want me to force you. If I force you, it’s not your fault, right? Is that how you think?”
“Shut up,” Andrew muttered, his head spinning. He couldn’t think, his whole world narrowed to his aching cock and balls—and to the cock rutting between his cheeks. The obscene sound of flesh grinding against flesh, Logan’s hot breath against his ear, his large, hard body against him—it all did strange things to him, making him unable to form coherent thoughts. It was probably the touch deprivation. After months of not being touched, having so much naked skin against his was maddening. Fuck, he shouldn’t have been allowing this to happen—it was wrong and disgusting and depraved—but he couldn’t fucking think. He was being forced, right? It wasn’t his fault.
Moaning, he turned onto his belly, his erection trapped between his bedding and his stomach. Logan followed him, teeth sinking into his shoulder as his heavy body pressed him down, his hips thrusting, his cock sliding between Andrew’s cheeks, harder and harder—
Andrew’s orgasm was ripped out of him, a low groan leaving his mouth as he spilled onto his bedding.
He went boneless, his head blissfully empty for a while—until he felt the hot sticky liquid between his cheeks before Logan’s heavy body went still on top of him.
“Ugh,” Andrew said. “Get off me, that’s disgusting!”
Logan rolled off him and lay on his back, still breathing hard.
Andrew panted into his thin pillow, dread, panic, and mortification filling his chest as the fog of pleasure faded. Fuck. What had they done?
“It isn’t happening again,” he said shakily.
“Whatever,” Logan said, his tone clipped. He sounded pissed. But then again, he always sounded pissed.
Andrew shifted and grimaced at the sticky mess under him and on him. He didn’t want to lie on the wet spot.
“Give me your bed,” he said, sitting up and wiping his ass against his bedding. It was ruined anyway.
“Fuck off.”
“It’s your fault mine is ruined!”
Logan groaned. “You’re so damn annoying. Fuck off. I’m not sleeping on your jizz.”
Andrew glowered at him in the dark. “I’m not sleeping on it, either!”
Yawning, Logan chuckled. “You’re welcome to try to move me.”
“Ugh!” Andrew kicked him on the shin. “If you’re as inconsiderate of your fucktoys, no wonder you can’t keep any relationships.”
“Whatever gave you that idea?” The asshole sounded sleepy and a little curious.
Andrew scoffed. “Please. You’re almost thirty-four, rich, and not entirely ugly—”
“Thanks,” Logan said dryly.
“You wouldn’t still be picking up pretty boys on tropical islands at your age if someone could actually stand you enough to stick around.”
“Your powers of deduction never cease to amaze me.”
“Give me your bed.”
“No.”
Andrew glared at him, hating that the big oaf couldn’t even see it.
He touched the wet spot on his “bed” and pulled a face. There was no way he was lying on that. Andrew considered just flipping it over, but he knew the bottom was filthy and there were probably all kinds of bugs. Gross.
Logan, the asshole, started snoring softly.
Andrew smiled.
And then he plopped down on top of him.
The pained sound Logan made was goddamn music to his ears.
“The hell are you doing?” Logan growled.
Andrew settled more comfortably on top of him. “You should have just given me your bed,” he said in his nicest tone. “I have nowhere to sleep, so I’m sleeping on you.”
“Get off me.” Logan tried to shove him off, but Andrew clung on stubbornly, his fingers digging into Logan’s sides. Logan