Page 93 of Spilled Coffee

Logan smirked, then ground himself harder against Ethan’s body until they both groaned in unison. “I’m gonna give you the fuck of your life for teasing me like this,” he growled before capturing Ethan’s mouth in another bruising kiss that left no room for discussion.

“Guess you’d better get on with it then,” Ethan teased, his smile infectious. “We don’t have all day. We have a briefing at 0900, remember?”

Logan shoved Ethan’s knees to his chest. “Hold,” he commanded, his voice carrying the same authority he used on missions.

Ethan gripped both knees, exposing himself fully as Logan snatched the lube and a condom from the nightstand, and then watched as he rolled the condom down his length.

“Mmm... make me cum,” he pleaded, rocking against the intrusion as Logan massaged lube around his entrance.

“You okay?”

Ethan’s face was answer enough. “Fuck, that feels good.” He moved on instinct, driven by desire and the need to maintain the connection they’d created.

Logan backed away slightly, his movements becoming powerful thrusts that sent shockwaves through them both. Each breath led to a groan, the tension rising until it reached an almost unbearable peak. Finally, he couldn’t hold back. His hips jerked forward and his release flooded the condom—the wave of warmth spreading inside him and radiating outward.

“Ahhh…” he exhaled, collapsing forward, his forehead brushing against Ethan’s as he lay sprawled beneath him.

A trail of white streaked Ethan’s abdomen—the evidence of his own climax spilling over, hot and slick against his skin. He relaxed his legs and the tension eased in his thighs as Logan’s hands smoothed over them, massaging the muscles. “Mmm,” he sighed, eyes half-lidded as he basked in the afterglow. “That was one hell of a workout. Certainly better than anything the gym offers.”

Logan eased out with deliberate care, earning a soft hiss from Ethan at the loss of contact. He tied off the condom and tossed it into the nearby trash can before scooting back onto thepillows. “You’re a mess,” he chuckled, almost breathlessly, still recovering.

Ethan curled against Logan’s side with an easy familiarity that spoke of comfort and trust. His fingers traced idle patterns over his shoulder, circles that grew smaller and smaller before starting anew.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke; they simply existed together in the quiet intimacy of their shared space.

“What’s wrong?” Logan finally asked, his brow furrowing as he tilted his head to get a better look at Ethan’s face.

“Nothing,” Ethan said with a small shrug that didn’t quite match the seriousness in his eyes. “I was just... I was wondering if you’ll ever let me fuck you?”

Logan smiled and brushed his thumb across Ethan’s cheek in a gesture that managed to be both tender and reassuring. “Maybe,” he admitted after a pause. “Just give me some time.” He kissed Ethan lightly on the lips and ruffled the younger man’s curls. “Let’s take things slow,” he added, as though reminding them both that what they had was worth protecting. “We’ve already broken enough regulations. Let’s not rush anything else.”

Ethan nodded, accepting Logan’s words even if part of him was yearning for more. “Okay,” he said simply before leaning into another kiss—this one deeper and more lingering than the last. “C’mon, let’s clean up. I need to eat, I’m famished.”

Logan glanced at the time on his phone before raising a brow. “Sure, why not. We still have plenty of time.” He tightened his hold on Ethan, dragging him back down for another kiss. “You know,” he murmured between each kiss, his fingers tangling in Ethan’s curls while his other hand cupped his jaw. “I will give you what you want. I just need to get my head around all of this... around us.” He paused briefly before he continued, “What we’vegot is complicated and we have to navigate this carefully because if anyone finds out?—“

“No-one will find out,” Ethan interrupted before offering another kiss—this one meant to reassure rather than ignite. “So does that mean we’re going to do this again?” he asked with a smile that lit up his entire face.

“I guess it does,” Logan admitted as he finally let go.

Ethan stood up and grabbed his discarded shirt from the floor, using it to wipe himself clean before tossing it into the growing pile of dirty laundry by the door.

As he turned for the bathroom, Logan reached out and smacked him on the ass, enough to leave a faint red mark.

“Ouch!” Ethan yelped with mock indignation as he spun around. “What was that for?”

“Just because,” Logan replied with an unapologetic laugh as he sat up, his hands smoothing the flesh they’d just struck, offering comfort. “That ass should be classified as a damn weapon,” he added appreciatively while giving it another gentle squeeze. “How about I grab some coffee while you warm up the shower.”

Ethan rolled his eyes but didn’t bother trying to hide how much he enjoyed Logan’s attention.

He stepped into the tiny bathroom, but paused briefly when a missed call from Brick flashed across the screen of his phone like an unwelcome intruder in their carefully constructed bubble. “Sorry, dude, you’ll have to wait,” he muttered with an almost defiant grin, setting the phone aside on the dresser without responding.

Right now was about him and Logan and everything else... it didn’t matter so much anymore.

CHAPTER 53

The bedroom was bathedin unforgiving yellow light, every detail a testament to the chaos of the night before. Empty tequila bottles scattered across the floor glinted in the harsh brightness, while crumpled clothes lay in tangled heaps—jeans flung over a chair, a sequined bra caught on the corner of the dresser.

Sticky shot glasses, half-filled, sat abandoned on every surface, their rims crusted with salt. Shriveled limes dotted around them like casualties of some forgotten war.

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