Page 92 of Spilled Coffee

Logan narrowed his eyes and bit back a grin of his own. “I kinda thought we might work up an appetite first.”

Ethan froze just long enough to betray himself before recovering quickly, though not quickly enough to hide how his breath hitched or how color crept into his cheeks.

“But I really should get those reps in. I gotta work on these abs.” With a flourish, he yanked his shirt up, exposing taut, sculpted muscles that flexed as he slapped his hand against his stomach—a playful gesture accompanied by a cheeky laugh.

Logan’s focus lingered elsewhere. The sight of Ethan’s semi-hard cock made his breath hitch. There was heat in Logan’s eyes, an unspoken intensity that begged to be acknowledged.

His hand moved with a deliberate slowness, sliding up Ethan’s thigh until it grazed the hardening bulge. “Seriously?” he continued, “You really want to go and leave me here all alone? What was the point of me staying over?” Disappointment colored Logan’s expression, darkening his usually warm gaze.

“Ohh...” Ethan dragged out the sound, the corners of his mouth curling into an impish smile. “You’re pissed with me?” He could barely contain his chuckle before it burst out of him. “You’re pouting, Master Chief,” he teased, dropping his rank into the conversation in a way that was both intimate and risky.

“Are you messing with me?” Irritation flickered, but then something shifted and Logan’s lips twitched. Before Ethan could respond, he reached for him, pushing up the fabric of his already half-removed shirt to reveal more of that smooth golden skin.

Ethan licked his lips in deliberate provocation and leaned closer. He then braced himself on the mattress with both handsand tilted his head just enough to press a soft kiss against Logan’s mouth. It was fleeting but charged with electricity, a spark waiting to ignite. “You didn’t really think I’d go to the gym, did you?” He pulled back just enough to lock eyes with Logan, a wide smile spreading across his face as if in challenge.

Logan arched a brow, unable to suppress the amusement creeping into his expression. “Asshole,” he muttered before yanking Ethan down onto the bed with surprising force.

A startled gasp escaped Ethan’s lips as he landed on top of him—a tangled mess of limbs and laughter. “Shit!” he exclaimed between giggles as Logan rolled them both over, pinning Ethan on his back with one arm while playfully punching him in the shoulder with the other. He was careful to avoid the bruises from Devon’s attack, his touch gentling as it neared the discolored skin.

He leaned forward until their faces were inches apart, and Ethan instinctively threaded his fingers through Logan’s hair as their lips met again.

This time, the kiss was slower, but no less hungry. Lips trailing down his neck, breath hot against his skin. “There’s no way I’m leaving,” Ethan said, sealing that promise with a kiss.

Logan groaned, then yanked Ethan’s T-shirt completely off and tossed it carelessly onto the floor. He propped himself up on one elbow and a lazy smile played on his lips as his hands trailed lower, finding purchase on bare skin warmed by their shared heat. “I want you for breakfast,” he said bluntly.

The mattress creaked softly as Logan’s strong hands roamed over Ethan’s chest until his fingers found his nipples. Tugging one sharply between his thumb and forefinger, the sensitive skin pebbled under his touch.

“Fuck.” Ethan groaned, his voice breaking into a low moan as the heat of Logan’s mouth followed, tongue tracing dizzying patterns across his skin. “Ugh...” he moaned, unrestrained andneedy, his hands clawing at the sheets as waves of pleasure rippled through him.

Logan’s other hand slid lower, gliding over Ethan’s abs with a teasing slowness that bordered on maddening before he cupped his cock. The heat between them grew unbearable.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmured before his lips returned to meet Ethan’s in a searing, insatiable kiss.

Their tongues tangled in a frantic rhythm that matched the tension building between their bodies. Ethan arched as Logan’s skilled fingers began massaging his balls. “Mmm… oh God, that feels good...” Ethan’s voice was caught between moans and gasps for air. His head fell back against the pillow, and once more, Logan silenced him with a tongue that demanded surrender.

The intensity between them was almost too much and when they finally broke apart, their eyes met.

Instinctively, Ethan grasped Logan’s ass with both hands, kneading the firm muscle like he couldn’t get enough of him. His nails dug in slightly, claiming what he wanted without hesitation. “I want to fuck you,” he rasped, resolute as he bit Logan’s ear. “I want to be inside you.”

Logan froze, his body tensing as if someone had doused him with a bucket of cold water. He pulled back and stared, his brows furrowing. “You wanna fuck me?” His voice was edged with uncertainty, but it also carried an undertone of curiosity. It was written all over him, the way his jaw clenched and how his throat bobbed as he swallowed, but it wasn’t just about sex—it was about trust. And trust wasn’t something Logan gave easily. Hell, it was something most people had never earned from him.

Ethan gripped his hips, afraid he might pull away. “I wanna be close to you. Closer than this.” His gaze remained steady yet vulnerable as he searched Logan’s expression for signs of agreement.

“I don’t know,” Logan muttered before he sat back. One hand raked through his hair while the other rested on his thigh. “It’s been... it’s been years since...” He trailed off, unable or unwilling, to finish.

“Hey,” Ethan sat up, propping himself on one elbow so their faces were level. “I don’t want to hurt you but...” he said with conviction. “I just want you so much.”

The warmth of his touch seemed to ground Logan, and he let out a shaky breath, as if trying to exhale all the doubt suffocating him. His fingers found their way into Ethan’s curls, twisting them while he wrestled with himself—control warring against this new vulnerability that both terrified and tempted him. “I don’t think I— I can’t, not yet,” he admitted, putting more space between them.

Ethan frowned, but didn’t push. Instead, he reached out and cupped both sides of Logan’s face. “It’s okay,” he said after a beat. “It’s okay—I’ll wait. I’ll wait until you’re ready. And when you are... I’ll be right here.”

Logan exhaled deeply this time and let himself be pulled into another kiss.

When they parted moments later, something had shifted between them.

“You’re such a fuckin’ tease,” Logan growled against Ethan’s lips before biting gently on his bottom one.

“Oh...” Ethan grinned like he’d won some invisible battle. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

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