Page 15 of Spilled Coffee

“Oh my God…” he gasped and when they finally broke apart for air, his chest heaved as though he’d just run a marathon. The exhilaration surged through his veins like a wildfire. “Logan, I want this so much,” he beamed.

“Whoa, slow down there, Goldilocks.” Logan eased him back with a firm hand. “We’re not doing this today. Not now I know for sure it’s your first time.”

“What?” Ethan’s stomach dropped. “But I thought… all this…” Confusion stung, sharp and bitter. “And why would you kiss me like that if you’re not going to follow through? Are you messing with me? Toying with my emotions?” His voice rose with each question until it finally cracked on the last word. Turning away, he clenched his fists as anger mixed with rejection.

“I’m not messing with you.” Logan’s expression softened as he saw the pain flicker across Ethan’s features—it cut him deeper than he expected or liked. “We will do this,” he assured. “Just not today.” He frowned, struggling to find the right words to explain himself without causing any more hurt.

Finally, he met Ethan’s gaze head-on. “You’re not ready today.”

“Not ready?” Ethan’s voice cracked in sheer disbelief. “I am ready. I want this. God, you don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment—for you.”

“I know what you want.” Logan kissed him again, gentler this time. “But trust me, you’re not ready. When this happens, I want it to be everything you deserve. I want it to be perfect.”

His voice dipped, a velvety resolve threading through each word. “Your first time shouldn’t hurt. It should be something you look back on and smile about, not something that leaves youunsure. We’ll take it slow, so when it happens, you’ll enjoy every second of it.”

Ethan blinked rapidly, his frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. His hands fisted at his sides as he fought to stop himself from interrupting Logan’s heartfelt words. But the ache inside him had only grown stronger. “If the problem is doing it here… then fine, we can go back to my place. No one will see us there. But don’t stand there and tell me I’m not ready when I know damn well I am.”

Logan’s jaw tightened. Part of him wanted to take Ethan right here, right now, but he knew he’d regret it. And Ethan mattered too much.

“No,” he said, the single syllable weighted.

He stepped closer and cupped Ethan’s face with both hands. His thumbs brushed over his cheekbones in slow circles as he forced himself to meet those pleading blue eyes head-on. “I want this to be right for you,” he said firmly, though there was a gentle warmth in his tone that softened the blow of his refusal. “If we do it now—like this—it won’t be what you deserve.”

Ethan stared at him in silence for a moment before slumping back onto the bench with a frustrated groan. He buried his hands in his hair, then leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees.

“You can’t leave me like this.” He lifted his head enough to glare through strands of his messy hair.

“Look at me,” Logan said softly but firmly, tilting Ethan’s chin until their gazes met once more.

Ethan’s stubborn streak offered resistance at first, but eventually he relented, and Logan saw the storm of emotions swirling in those blue irises. Frustration warring with longing, anger clashing with vulnerability.

“This is me taking care of you.” There was no room for argument in his tone. “That’s my responsibility, and I can’t do that when you’re acting like this.”

Ethan flinched, his rebellion softening. “Sorry, it’s just I want this so much.”

“I know.” Logan’s expression dissolved into something almost tender as he reached to brush aside the stray locks of hair framing Ethan’s face. “And I never said we wouldn’t address what you’re feeling.” He offered a playful smirk, a hint of something sparking briefly in his otherwise serious demeanor.

“Do you mean now?” Ethan was uncertain what he meant, but couldn’t stop smiling.

“Yeah,” Logan replied with a grin as he leaned in. “Right now.”

CHAPTER 8

Logan’s handsfelt firm as they moved over Ethan’s body. “Let’s do this,” he whispered, his grin was wicked and one that promised trouble, the kind of trouble Ethan had craved for months.

They could hear the distant clang of weights and occasional muffled grunts coming from somewhere else in the building, but the world seemed to narrow to just the two of them.

Logan’s lips met Ethan’s with a soft, commanding touch. It wasn’t just a kiss, it was a claiming.

Ethan melted into it, his hands instinctively clutching Logan’s shoulders, fingers curling into the muscles that felt solid under his touch.

Their tongues tangled, a rhythm building between them that was both unhurried and devastatingly intimate. Every touch left a trail of fire in its wake, the roughness of Logan’s hands dragging over skin as they traced the hard ridges of muscle with a reverence that made Ethan feel seen in a way he hadn’t been seen before.

“Oh—” The gasp tore from his throat before he could stop it, and his head snapped back as the jolt ripped through him.

The kiss broke, but Logan didn’t pull away.

Holy fuck, this is real.

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