Page 28 of Spilled Coffee

He dropped his eyes, but before he could continue, Logan leaned in, lips crashing against his with a hungry edge that stole his breath.

“Holy fuck…” Ethan exhaled, dazed, satisfaction humming through him. “I wasn’t expecting that.” He smiled, shaky but real.

“Sorry,” Logan caught his lip between his teeth. “I shouldn’t have done?—”

“No, it’s fine.” Ethan grabbed his arm, firm and pleading. “I’m glad you did.”

Logan’s grin flared, and he dove back in, kissing harder, deeper, claiming Ethan’s mouth with a possessive fierceness. His hand gripped Ethan’s curls tight, while the other slid down, groping through the towel, fingers digging into his ass as he shoved him back against the fridge with a metallic thud.

“Mmm…” Ethan groaned, his stiffness surging, the towel much too small to mask it. “Logan…” he breathed, bracing a hand on the larger man’s chest. “Maybe we shouldn’t…”

“What?” Logan frowned, hips pinning Ethan’s. “You don’t want this?”

“Oh God, yeah. Yeah, I want this. It’s not that, it’s just… I know how hard it is for you.” Ethan grabbed Logan’s waist, regret spiking. “I want this so much, you know I do. But if you can’t… I get it. You’re my team leader. This is tough on you.”

Logan’s fingers traced the counter. “Yeah, it’s tough. But…” he glanced around, “not doing this with you, I’m not sure I can live with that either.” He picked up the box, then faced Ethan with a teasing grin. “You wanna try this out?”

“What, right now?” Ethan’s jaw dropped.

Logan nodded, casual but eager. “I’ve got an hour before I need to collect Jess from the airport, plenty of time if you need a hand,” he shrugged.

“You bet.” Ethan’s grin split wide, hands clamping Logan’s cheeks, kissing him hard and fast.

“Hell, maybe I should leave you behind more often, if this is the welcome back I get.” Logan tugged the towel free, letting it crumple to the floor, then took a step back, drinking Ethan in. He trailed his hand along his erection, feeling it throb against his palm.

“Mmm…” Ethan groaned, nipples pebbling, chest twitching as Logan massaged him. He sagged back against the fridge, pleasure pulsing up his spine as the cool metal rocked againsttheir weight. “Oh God… that’s good,” he moaned, breathless, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure.

Logan leaned in, his grin wide and wicked, lips working Ethan’s mouth as his hand kept stroking. “Let’s take this to the bedroom?” He picked up the box from the counter. “And don’t forget that.” He gestured to the bottle of lube. “We’re gonna need it.”

CHAPTER 15

Ethan’s grinstretched wide as they stumbled through the bedroom door in a tangle of limbs and desperate kisses.

His hands clawed Logan’s back, fingers digging into the taut muscle beneath his shirt, while Logan’s grip locked onto Ethan’s hips, yanking him close.

The air was thick with Logan’s musk and he tasted of beer. As their bodies pressed together, chest to chest, their hearts thundered against each other in a frenzy of heat and need that sent Ethan’s pulse hammering.

Logan snatched the toy and the bottle of lube from Ethan’s hand, tossing them onto the chair beside the bed before shoving him down.

The mattress groaned, the springs protesting as Logan’s weight loomed above him. The heat of desire coursed through Ethan’s veins like liquid fire, turning his skin fever-hot.

He stretched out, hands sliding behind his head to prop himself up against the lumpy pillows, bare chest heaving as he watched Logan yank his T-shirt over his head.

The fabric ruffled his mussed, dark hair, revealing the broad expanse of his chest. Golden skin stretched over hard muscle,a testament to years of discipline and hard work. A faint scar snaked across his ribs with a story waiting to be told.

Logan’s hands moved down to his jeans, unbuttoning the fly with a slow, deliberate pop-pop-pop, eyes never leaving Ethan who was sprawled naked on the sheets. “Let me watch you,” he said, a smile curling his lips.

Ethan swallowed, nerves tingling as he caught the glint in Logan’s gaze. He knew what he wanted, knew that look, and as his hand drifted down, he wrapped around his cock.

The first slow slide drew a flex under his grip, a tight pulse as he squeezed.

Logan watched, transfixed as he slid his jeans the rest of the way down and stepped free. Kicking them aside with his briefs, he stood there, his cock jutting out proud, thick and erect, a bead of moisture glistening at the tip.

Ethan breathed hard as he stared up from the bed, his hand faltering slightly as Logan gave himself a quick tug. He let out a low groan, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest with a primal expression of need.

“Fuck…” Ethan mirrored with his own moan, the thrill of touching himself under Logan’s hungry stare setting him on fire. His cock throbbed, and he wasn’t sure he could hold out much longer. His release was building too quickly, like a wave about to break on the rocks.

Logan saw it, the quiver in Ethan’s thighs, the hitch in his breath, and grinned wickedly. “Oh no… no, don’t you dare cum yet. I’ve got a lot more I want to do to you first.”

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