Page 85 of Spilled Coffee

Logan groaned as his hands roamed freely across Ethan’s bare skin, fingertips tracing every line and curve of his muscles with reverence and hunger alike. He let them slide down his back until they reached the dip just above his waistband. He paused for a beat, then continued lower still.

The warmth beneath his palms was addictive, and it stoked so many things inside him that made rational thought impossible.

He wanted this—wanted him—more than he could stand.

Ethan shivered but didn’t pull away, instead he leaned into Logan’s touch as if trying to merge their bodies into one seamless whole.

When finally they broke apart for air, they were both panting heavily. “Lock the door,” Ethan said firmly as if daring Logan not to comply. “We don’t want any more interruptions tonight, do we?”

He stepped back, his movements slow and deliberate, as if teasingly aware of the eyes tracing his every move. Ethan slid down his jeans and shrugged them off onto the floor, revealing the taut lines of his abdomen and the sharp curve of his hipbones just above the waistband of his boxer shorts.

Ethan’s skin glowed faintly under the dim light, a warm, golden hue kissed by the sun. His lips quirked into a playful grin as he turned, bare feet padding soundlessly against the wooden floor.

Each step carried an effortless confidence that seemed to radiate off him. He glanced back over his shoulder. “You comingto bed?” He could feel the weight of Logan’s stare and wore it like a crown. Then, without waiting, he disappeared into the bedroom.

Logan stood alone by the door, caught somewhere between awe and anticipation. His gaze followed Ethan’s every movement, lingering on the flex of muscle as he moved.

What the hell am I doing?The question echoed in his mind, as his eyes darted back to the door.

His fingers hovered over the deadbolt as he stood at the crossroads of decision. The world outside beckoned, but then his gaze returned to the bedroom where Ethan’s silhouette lingered faintly in the darkness.

Leave or stay?The air thrummed with tension, but then he suddenly heard Ethan’s laugh drifting through the open door. It was warm and inviting, a sound that made his chest tighten and loosen all at once. It was with a quiet resolve that surprised even himself, that he pressed the bolt on the door into place.

The soft click sealed them inside together.

Logan dragged a hand down his face as if trying to wipe away the last remnants of hesitation that clung to him. He then shrugged off his jacket and let it fall unceremoniously onto the couch and gripping the hem of his t-shirt with both hands, yanked it over his head.

The cool air kissed his skin as it met his bare chest, and he tossed the shirt aside without care for where it landed.

His muscles rippled—a body honed from years of discipline and hard work—his dog tags clinking softly as they settled against each other.

Logan’s boots thudded against the floor as he kicked them off and for a moment, he simply stood there amidst the shards of broken lamp and shifted furniture. The mess was glaringly obvious, but he shook it off with a loud sigh that carried away whatever tension remained within him.

The darkness beyond the bedroom was like an invitation written in shadows while the rest of the world… it just faded away.

CHAPTER 47

The bedroom wasa sanctuary of muted light and soft shadows. The blinds were drawn against the outside world, but the faint glow of a streetlamp seeped through, slicing the darkness into perfectly spaced, golden lines that fell across the floor like whispers of light.

Ethan stood by the side of the bed, his boxers hung low on his hips, revealing the sharp V-lines that dipped below the waistband. There was a casual confidence in his stance, one hand resting against his side while the other raked through his already mussed-up hair.

When Logan entered the room, he hesitated by the door, filling the frame as his eyes swept over Ethan’s form. It wasn’t just desire that swirled in his chest, it was something deeper, a connection only they could share.

“You took your time,” Ethan teased, closing the space between them, as if testing how far they could go before breaking completely.

Logan’s lips twitched with a smile that carried its own weight. “I had to be sure,” he whispered, meeting Ethan halfway. His hands found their place on the younger man’s waist, fingers curling against his warm skin, grounding himself. His thumbsbrushed beneath the waistband of Ethan’s shorts, a tentative touch that spoke volumes more than words ever could.

“And are you sure now?” Ethan’s breath hitched, his smirk faltering as his palms mapped Logan’s chest, touching his scars before he brushed his fingers against the dog tags around his neck.

Logan pulled Ethan close, their lips meeting after what felt like an eternity of waiting. The kiss was slower, more deliberate and consuming, but no less intense. His hands moved lower, cupping Ethan’s ass through the thin fabric of his shorts, and squeezed firmly, drawing a gasp.

As their hips aligned—hard-ons grinding against each other—the friction was electric. “Oh, man…” Logan breathed as their kiss broke apart. “I’ve thought about this… about you… for too many nights. Telling myself I couldn’t have it.”

“And now?” Ethan chuckled as he tilted his head and met Logan’s gaze. His fingers were toying with the waistband of Logan’s jeans, testing the boundaries they’d already decided to cross.

“I’m done fighting it,” Logan replied, tightening his grip on Ethan’s waist, claiming him.

For a moment, neither man moved; they simply stood there foreheads pressed together, trembling on the edge of something they couldn’t take back. Not that either of them wanted to.

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