Who knew sex could be like this?

He sure as fuck had never experienced such a need to be this close to someone, to have them inside him and be a part of his body. But with every kiss, touch, and word out of Logan’s mouth, Tate craved that intimate connection with him.

He lowered his body so he was flat against the mattress and humped the sheets beneath him. He saw Logan’s hand when he planted it by his head and felt his other fingers digging into his hip. Logan had one leg on the outside of his own and another firmly lodged between his as he moved against him in a way that was causing Tate’s mind to pretty much shut down to everything but the need to feel Logan inside him. He was trying to hold out, but he knew if Logan didn’t hurry the fuck up he’d come before he got to experience it.

After several heart-pounding seconds, Logan stopped, shifting slightly so he was angled behind him, and then the head of his cock finally found him. He halted his movement and then ever-so-slowly began to enter his body.

Tate closed his eyes and grit his teeth as the wide intrusion stretched him open, but when soft lips found his cheek and Logan praised, “You feel so incredible,” Tate didn’t give a fuck about discomfort.

The slight burn was worth the lingering warmth he got from the awe he heard in Logan’s voice. When he finally bottomed out and remained still above him, Tate opened his eyes and shifted his head slightly.

Their lips met, their tongues touched, and then Logan started to thrust.

Tate watched as long fingers gripped the pillow beside his head, and he couldn’t help but groan with pleasure as Logan withdrew. He didn’t leave his body, merely pulled back, and when he surged forward again, Tate was ready and met him eagerly.

The synchronicity between the two of them was flawless as Logan’s heavy frame moved above his own, and with every stroke, Tate got that much closer to his release.

He lowered his forehead to the pillow from the sheer pleasure of being used so well, and when one of Logan’s hands tangled through his hair, holding him in place, Tate felt his entire body tremble from the emotions he was feeling.

Lust and arousal were the driving forces in the room, but just under the surface was something much stronger—something he wasn’t sure they were ready to acknowledge.

No one had ever made him feel as centered as Logan did, even when his world was spinning out of control.

Logan didn’t judge him, didn’t expect something he couldn’t give.

As strong teeth sank into the flesh of his shoulder and Logan’s body tensed behind him and came, Tate shouted out Logan’s name and exploded all over the white sheets beneath him.

Logan wanted him, and if this was his fall into corruption, then he planned on making one hell of an impact.

6.

“You okay?”

When Tate rolled over, Logan wondered what was going on behind those eyes. Then a relaxed smile curved his mouth and he nodded.

“Mhmm. Are you okay?” Tate asked him in return.

He scooted forward so he was leaning against his headboard and watched as Tate automatically moved in closer to his side. Oh yeah. I like that—a whole hell of a lot.

“I’m pretty fucking fantastic. So thank you for that.”

Tate laughed, and the sound echoed throughout the room. “Glad I could help.”

Logan scratched his chest and informed the satiated man beside him, “You more than helped. You exceeded all expectations.”

Tate tipped his head up, and when their eyes connected, he raised a brow. “You no longer need to charm me, you know. I’m naked and in your bed.”

“Which makes you a lucky man, wouldn’t you say?”

“And you, as always, are a modest one. Arrogant ass.”

Logan couldn’t help touching the side of Tate’s mouth with the tip of his finger. “If I recall, you were the one demanding I remove my pants and—”

“Yes…I remember.”

“Do you? I’m actually surprised you’re still awake.”

Tate lowered his eyes. “I couldn’t sleep right now even if I wanted to.”

“Want to talk about it?”

Tate turned on his side to face him and shrugged. “Would you be offended if I said no?”

Logan wasn’t quite sure how he felt. “No. Not offended…”

“But?”

What was the word he was looking for? He couldn’t quite pinpoint it, but suddenly, it felt important that Tate confide in him, let him share his burden.

“I guess I just want you to know that you can talk to me.”

Logan barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the grin that hit Tate’s mouth, and when he shifted up the bed and pressed his lips to his chin, Logan closed them instead.

“You know what? I think you care, Logan Mitchell.”

Tate was right. He did care. A whole fucking lot, but there was no way in hell he was going to be the one to lay open his heart after just a few weeks in.

He’d been there before, a long time ago, and look how that had ended.

“Nothing to say?” Tate pushed.

Logan opened his mouth and swore he was about to respond, but at the last minute, he grabbed Tate and rolled them over so he was lying on top of the guy.

“Shit, Logan!” Tate complained. “Right in the goddamn wet spot.”

“Hey, it’s your mess. Seems only fair you lie in it.”

Tate squirmed around under him until Logan ended up between his legs.

“Want to go out for dinner?”

“Do I have to move?”

Logan rolled his hips, brushing their cocks together, and kissed the corner of Tate’s mouth. “Yes, you have to move. I think it might be a good idea to get something inside you.”

“But I just had something inside me.”

Logan groaned and dropped his head forward to the crook of Tate’s neck and shoulder. “You get dirtier every fucking day I know you, I swear.”

Tate’s fingers gripped the hair he was playing with to pull his head back. “I was always dirty.” He wagged his eyebrows and shoved his hips up. “Just not as vocal as you.”

Logan shifted to kneel between Tate’s bent legs. His eyes surveyed the body spread out before him, and he couldn’t stop himself from trailing his fingers up Tate’s shins. When he reached his knees, he ran his hands under them and then yanked Tate down the mattress. As he lowered his head and angled Tate’s body up toward his greedy mouth, he drew a warm, wet path with his tongue across Tate’s cock.

“Oh Christ, Logan.”

Tate still tasted and smelled of sex, and as Logan sucked on him, he knew Tate was right—he was much dirtier. He hadn’t even scratched the surface of what he wanted, and he had a feeling the person he could share it with was the one currently shoving his hard-on in his face.

But for now, Logan had other ideas. “I think you need to eat something.”

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Yes,” he said as he lowered Tate back to the bed. “All you’ve had today is God knows how many cigarettes, which you need to fucking quit by the way, and too much alcohol. You need food.”

“I need you to suck my dick.”

Logan chuckled. “Good to see you no longer have an issue asking for what you want. But…I need you to eat first. Then, if you’re nice to me, I’ll eat you.”

Tate wrapped a hand around himself and stroked.

“If you keep doing that, you’re just going to be hard and miserable.”

Tate closed his eyes, rocked up into his fist, and groaned. “If I keep doing this, I’m going to come and be satisfied.”

Logan’s hand whipped out to still Tate’s as he promised him, “You have dinner with me and I’ll give you exactly what you asked for.”

“Before or after?”

Logan’s fingers flexed around Tate’s. “So this is a negotiation now?”

“That is your line of expertise, isn’t it, counselor?”

“Yes. Yes, it is.”

Tate widened his legs and, fucking hell, pumped his pelvis up once more. The sight was almost too much for Logan as he lowered his eyes to watch the erotic performance. There was nothing he wanted more than to suck Tate into his mouth and swallow, but first, he was going to take care of him.