Page 30 of Spilled Coffee

“Is that what you want?” Logan asked, eyes glinting playfully.

He knew exactly what Ethan wanted, and as he nodded, Logan wrapped his hand around him.

Two strokes were all it took before Ethan’s release came. It spilled onto his thigh, as a loud groan tore free from his chest.

He collapsed back spent, and Logan lay down next to him, propped on an elbow with a softness in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. Their gazes locked in a moment of quiet connection as their bodies cooled.

“Thank you,” Ethan whispered, tracing Logan’s cheek and planting a firm kiss, tongues tangling slow and deep.

A sudden loud bang on the front door startled them both, bringing them instantly back to reality.

“What the fuck…” Logan frowned, head snapping up. “Who the fuck is that?”

Ethan’s brow furrowed deeply as he glanced at his watch, a sense of urgency creeping into his voice. “Damn…” His eyes widened, darting nervously back to Logan. “It’s Brick,” he swallowed, scrambling to gather his thoughts. “I forgot, he’s picking me up for drinks.”

Logan hissed, quickly getting to his feet and yanking on his jeans. There was a growing fury that sparked inside him like a live wire. “You didn’t think to mention he was coming here. I thought you meant you were meeting him.” He tugged his shirt over his head with quick, jerky movements. “Shit…”

“Ethan…” Another hard rap echoed through the room, rattling the door’s frame as Brick’s voice boomed with impatience. “You in there? Open up!”

The latch, thank goodness, held firm. Logan straightened, casting a sharp glare at Ethan, who was still sprawled naked on the bed. “Clean up. I’ll get the door.”

“Logan, wait?—”

“Ethan… Hey, buddy…” Brick called again, his tone growing impatient. “I got a crate of beers here… open the freakin’ door.”

Ethan saw rage flood Logan’s eyes, washing away the tenderness that had been there only moments before. Dread knotted his gut. “I’m sorry. With everything that just happened, I completely forgot he was coming.” His eyes pleaded for understanding.

“I said get cleaned up.” Logan shoved on his shoes with an air of finality, ignoring Ethan’s apology. “I can’t believe you let me do this knowing he was on his way here.”

He ran a hand through his hair, his movements sharp and furious. “Do you want us to get caught? Is that part of your fantasy, someone seeing us? I told you, no one can know. That includes Brick.” He threw the towel at him, his glare cutting deep as he stormed out.

Logan opened the door to find Brick holding a crate of beer in one hand, a puzzled frown filling his expression. “Ethan here?”

“He’s just finishing up in the shower,” Logan replied curtly. “You guys heading out?” He checked his watch. “I need to go, I have to pick up Jess. I’ll leave you to it.”

“Sure,” Brick sensed some tension but dismissed it, he opened a beer. “You and him patched things up? Settled your disagreement?”

“Yeah,” Logan coughed awkwardly. “You could say that. Your advice helped.” He patted Brick on the shoulder, forcing a smile. “Tell him I’ll catch up later.”

“Will do. You’re not joining us for beers tonight?”

“No, Jess... dinner plans, stuff to do. Tomorrow maybe.”

Logan hurried off, leaving Brick alone in the quiet.

Ethan appeared a few moments later, a towel around him, hair wet from a quick rinse, emotions barely under control. “Hey,” he said, his voice tight, stomach churning.

“Hey… Logan mentioned somethin’ about Jess,” Brick noted Ethan frowning at the empty apartment. “Beer?” He handed one over. “Then maybe we should get goin’, we got a long night ahead.”

“Yeah, just give me ten minutes,” Ethan muttered, glancing at the counter where the flyer for Lucy’s lay.

Brick noticed it. “You headin’ in a different direction now?” He chuckled loudly. “Lucy’s, ain’t that the new gay club that opened last month?”

“Uh... I think so. I didn’t pay all that much attention,” Ethan shrugged. “Some guy was handing them out on the street, said something about free shots.”

“Free shots? Well, hello, Lucy’s!” Brick grinned. “We should at least check it out, right? And I’m feelin’ lucky tonight.”

“Brick...” Ethan frowned, then chuckled despite himself. “It’s a gay club; you’ll not get much lady luck there.”

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