Page 89 of Spilled Coffee

He rolled it between thumb and forefinger before giving it a sharp twist. A strangled cry tore from Ethan’s throat as his entire body jolted, lightning bolts of pleasure mingling with just enough pain to make it intoxicating.

With a growl born of frustration, he twisted from under Logan and sat back against the pillows. His chest heaved as he sucked in air, his eyes darkened with lust, vulnerability swallowed by desire. “I’ve wanted this since my first mission briefing,” he admitted as he reached out to cup Logan’s face, his thumb brushing the stubble along his jawline with surprising gentleness.

Logan stilled, guilt flickering in his eyes as they dipped to the bruise marring his cheekbone. “I’m?—”

“Hey…” Ethan cut him off, tilting Logan’s chin until their eyes met. “I’m fine.” A small smile tugged at his lips as he added in a lighter tone, “Now come here and fuck me.”

He slid his hand to the back of Logan’s neck and tugged him down into a kiss that started slowly but quickly deepened into something hungrier. Their lips parted, tongues tangling as if they were trying to devour each other whole.

Logan broke first, his tongue flicking over one nipple before closing his mouth around it entirely—sucking enough to leave a mark before biting down.

“Jeezus—” Ethan hissed as his back arched up off the bed, his hands fisting the sheets.

“I think you like that,” Logan smirked.

“Smug bastard,” Ethan muttered, reaching up to pinch one of Logan’s nipples, twisting it sharply before letting go. “Payback,” he said when Logan let out an involuntary groan.

Logan leaned over and rummaged through the bedside drawer for lube and condoms. “Someone’s keen,” he teased, setting the items on the edge of the bed before straightening up.

“Said the man who’s been hard since he walked through the door,” Ethan shot back, letting his gaze drop to where Logan was already aching for him.

Logan looked down at Ethan with intensity. His muscular frame was silhouetted against the dim light. His chest rose and fell with deliberate breaths, each one a silent battle against the conflict inside him. Guilt still nipped at the edges of his mind, a reminder of promises broken and regulations shattered, but then… there was Ethan, sprawled before him, lean muscle beneath sun-kissed skin, strength and vulnerability melded into one irresistible force.

“We’re playing with fire,” he muttered.

Ethan licked his lips, a simple gesture that made Logan’s stomach clench. “Been through worse,” he replied, propping himself up on his elbows, his thighs falling open in an invitation impossible to ignore. “Remember Fallujah?”

“It’s not that simple. This isn’t combat,” Logan exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “This... us… it could end both our careers.” He moved forward until he was kneeling between Ethan’s legs.

“And yet here we are,” Ethan continued, reaching out to skim the tips of his fingers over Logan’s stomach. “You’ve got that look… like you’re trying to talk yourself out of wanting me.” He arched an eyebrow. “Right now, the only mission is you and me.” His hand lingered, palm flat against Logan’s chest. “Beyond these walls doesn’t exist right now. It’s just us in here.”

The simplicity of those words hit Logan hard, not because they were profound, but because they carried a conviction that left no room for doubt. For once, someone wasn’t asking him to be anything other than who he was.

“We’ll figure it out,” Ethan promised, his grin turning mischievous as he lunged forward with surprising agility, grabbed Logan by the shoulders, and flipped them both over.”

“Christ,” Logan sputtered as Ethan straddled him triumphantly. “Using those CQC skills against me, huh?”

“You love it,” Ethan replied before crashing their mouths together.

Logan hissed as pleasure shot through him. His hips bucked involuntarily, meeting Ethan’s with force. “You’re so goddamn hot when you’re like this.” He let out a loud laugh that quickly turned into another groan as Ethan began working his way lower—tongue dragging along every ridge of his torso like he was memorizing him through touch alone.

Every nerve screamed for release as Ethan took his cock into his mouth.

“Christ—” he growled, one hand fisting curls while the other clawed at the sheets. “Not yet,” he rasped, rolling them over again.

He reached for the lube and squirted it onto his fingers. He then lifted Ethan’s hips, working the cream between his cheeks before he slipped in a single finger, then two, scissoring and stretching. “You ready?” he asked, taking in the way Ethan’s entire body reacted to the intrusion.

“Do it,” Ethan groaned, then shut his eyes as two large fingers probed inside him.

Logan withdrew, then reached for the condom he’d placed on the bed, tore the wrapper with his teeth, and quickly rolled it on with practiced efficiency. He then sank back against the pillows and beckoned Ethan to straddle his waist. His eyes never left Ethan’s face, watching every flicker of anticipation.

Ethan lifted himself up, then eased down onto Logan’s erection with a gasp of pleasure that echoed through the room. The thick head pressed against his entrance before breaking through in a wave of blissful pain. “Fuck—” he swallowed his groan.

It was as if all the air rushed out of his lungs as Logan claimed him entirely.

It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, and pure ecstasy coursed through every fiber of his being.

“Take your time,” Logan soothed, feeling Ethan tense and release around him. “We’ve got all night.”

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