“You didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to, okay? I can say no.”

Inexplicably drawn to Tate, Logan moved around the couch and walked toward him. Tate stepped back and staggered slightly until he was in the bedroom. Logan came to a standstill in front of him, wanting to make sure this wasn’t the alcohol talking but was—

“I want you inside me.”

—Tate talking.

“If that’s what you want…” Logan let out a shaky exhale when Tate’s fingers found him and surrounded his length.

“It’s what I need.”

Logan nodded, understanding the need, the desire to make sure this was worth all the shit that would come with it.

“Then let me give it to you.” He brought his hands up to Tate’s face and asked, “Will you do something for me?”

“Yes,” Tate answered without hesitation.

“You don’t even know what I’m going to ask.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Is that right? So now is when I should ask for everything I’ve ever wanted?”

Tate drew his fist up Logan’s shaft and gave him a smile that almost made Logan’s knees give way. He couldn’t remember anyone ever placing such trust in him.

“And what have you always wanted?”

Logan shook his head and bit back the simple yet complex answer of, “You,” and settled on, “I want to see you facedown on my bed, waiting for me.”

Tate’s soft sigh met his ears when he walked around to the edge of the bed.

Logan shut the bedroom door and watched as Tate climbed up onto the center of the mattress and then lay as requested—facedown, in his bed.

“Like this?” Tate asked as he turned his head on the pillow to watch him move to the left side.

Logan pulled open his side drawer and took out a condom and lube. He placed it on the bed before kneeling on the mattress and moving until he was lying on his side beside Tate’s body.

“Exactly like this,” he reassured, reaching out to run his palm down the smooth skin covering Tate’s back. He started under his hair and trailed teasing fingers down his spine to the dip of Tate’s lower back. When he got the rise of his ass, Logan leaned down and kissed Tate’s shoulder.

“Thank you.”

Tate’s eyes creased as he asked, “For?”

“Trusting me.”

Tate pushed up on his hands and brought his mouth to Logan’s, taking his lips in a kiss that spoke of complete trust. “I do.”

Logan closed his eyes, trying to keep a handle on his control, and told him softly, “Roll onto your left side so your back is to my chest.”

Tate nodded and shifted into the suggested position, and when he stretched out on his side, Logan knew he’d just created the most perfect visual ever for himself. Tate’s tan back was only inches from his eager fingers, his toned ass right there for him to touch.

With one finger, Logan drew a straight line down the tense spine and felt Tate arch back into him and start to relax. When he reached the crack of his ass, Tate shocked him by shifting so his right leg was angled forward, opening himself up to him.

Fuck. Logan had never wanted him more, but he knew this time was for Tate—not him.

Reaching behind himself, he grabbed the condom and lube and squeezed some on his fingers. When he moved back behind Tate, he lowered his mouth to his shoulder and touched lubed fingers to the top of his crack.

He heard Tate inhale as he slid two of his fingers down between the warm crevice of his cheeks, and as the pads of his fingers pressed the hot, little hole, he asked, “This okay?”

Sure, this wasn’t their first time, but it was only Tate’s second, and Logan needed to make sure he was good with everything going on. So when Tate turned his head and pushed his hips back, Logan figured that was as good as a yes.

He rubbed his fingertips over the small pucker and once again took Tate’s mouth. Logan couldn’t help the sound that escaped him when Tate greedily met him with parted lips and grabbed his head. He stroked slippery fingers along Tate’s crack and then removed them to smooth a palm over his ass cheek to his hip, pulling him back so he could line his own cock up against all of that bare skin.

“Damn, Tate,” Logan groaned as Tate’s lips slipped free and he jammed his hips back, pressing that round ass even harder against his aching flesh.

“Yes,” Tate moaned, and Logan caught a glimpse of him reaching down to grab his hard-on. “I want you so fucking bad.”

Logan was more than fine with that. He’d wanted Tate in this particular position since they’d met. He put a firm hand on Tate’s hip and pressed him down so his stomach was against the mattress.

“Jesus, I swear you have the most perfect ass in the world.”

Without a sound, Tate raised his hips up and pushed that perfect posterior toward him. Logan found himself grinning like a fool at the cheeky move, and he couldn’t help himself from moving all the way down Tate’s body and lowering his head to take a bite out of the succulent curve.

Again, Tate’s hips jackknifed up.

Logan traced his tongue in a circle over the firm flesh and then moved to the center of Tate’s body. He placed a kiss against his tailbone before ever-so-slowly trailing his tongue up over Tate’s spine. When he reached the top, he nuzzled his nose into Tate’s hair and fit his throbbing cock between the crease of his cheeks.

“I can’t wait to slide inside you again.”

Tate grunted and reacted with a quick shove of his hips, connecting their bodies more firmly as he worked his own flesh.

“Feeling good, Tate?”

Tate turned his head on the pillow and nodded.

Logan planted his hands on either side of his head and raised his upper body so he could drag his length back and forth between the tight globes now cradling it.

“Damn it, Logan. Come on!”

Logan repeated the move and lowered his mouth to Tate’s ear. “I’m going to, but I want you to be clear about something.”

“What?” Tate panted.

Logan snagged the condom, ripped it open with his teeth, and reached down to roll it on. While his hand was down there, his finger found Tate’s hole and pressed forward. He saw Tate’s jaw clench and felt his body jerk slightly up the bed.

“Breathe out. Come on. You can do it.”

Tate exhaled and, as he did, pushed his hips back.

“Yes. There you go.”

“Tell me,” Tate asked as his eyes closed, and Logan had trouble focusing.

He knew Tate was gorgeous, but right now? Here? He was exquisite to look at.

“This, what we’re about to do, isn’t just fucking. Not anymore.”

Tate’s eyes snapped open and found his as a second finger entered his body. His lips fell apart on a cry, and Logan swooped down to take them in a scorching kiss as Tate’s body rocked against his own.

When the shock of the invasion lessoned, Tate whispered against his mouth, “I know.”

Logan wasn’t sure if they each meant the same thing, but as he withdrew his fingers from the snug fit of Tate’s body and moved up over him, he felt like he was finally where he was supposed to be.

The lock that had kept his heart firmly shut away had finally found its key.

* * *

Tate’s breathing was coming fast as he felt Logan position himself behind him. He was incredibly turned on and surprised by how much he wanted Logan inside him again.

The first time had hurt, and he knew that this second time around—hell, probably each time—would hurt a little, but when Logan’s cock rubbed over his opening, Tate dug an elbow into the mattress under him and waited.

Logan’s lips were against his shoulder, whispering encouraging words, but by this stage, Tate didn’t need encouragement. He needed Logan—in him.

He stroked his shaft feverishly as Logan rolled his hips, and when a hand gripped his side and tugged him back, Tate moaned from all of the body-to-body contact.

The powerful muscles, the body hair, and the sounds coming from them both all combined to make their coming together blistering, and every time, it was that way.