Page 97 of Spilled Coffee

Ethan’s pulse kicked as he spat into the sink and quickly rinsed, eyes cutting back to Logan’s reflection. “I thought you were joining me in the shower,” he said, straightening to wipe his mouth with the towel before turning around. “Or is standing there ogling me part of your plan?”

Logan took another slow sip from his mug before setting it down on the counter, his gaze flicking lazily over Ethan’s almost naked form—over the taut lines of his chest and stomach, down to where a towel clung to his hips, holding on tight.

“Haven’t decided yet,” he said with a smirk. “You’re pretty damn distracting.” His gaze roved over Ethan like he was memorizing every inch of him—the sharp cut of his jawline still damp from the heat, broad shoulders tapering down into lean muscle, legs braced apart with quiet confidence. “But I guess I could use a shower.” He trailed off, closing the gap until there was barely a breath separating them. “Dirty doesn’t cover it,” he murmured against Ethan’s ear, his hands settling on his waist.

Their mouths were so close Ethan could feel Logan’s breath ghosting his lips. “Oh, I definitely want you to join me,” he said with unmistakable conviction.

Logan exhaled with a sound somewhere between a sigh and a growl. He let one hand wander lower, sliding it over Ethan’s hip, before cupping the curve of his ass. “You’re something else,” he whispered, fingers kneading his flesh slowly and deliberately.

Ethan wanted nothing more than to taste Logan’s mouth, but Logan stopped him. “Don’t move,” he commanded firmly. “You drive me fucking insane.”

Logan trailed kisses down Ethan’s neck, soft at first, but building into something more urgent, and as stubble scrapedagainst sensitive skin, Ethan let out an involuntary gasp that turned into something closer to a moan.

Desire pooled hot and insistent inside him and his hands gripped the edge of the sink for support. Hardness pressed against hardness, grinding against each other enough to tease without giving everything away all at once.

Every inch of him belonged entirely to Logan.

“You’re playing dirty,” he managed through gritted teeth as heat roared through him like fire in summer.

“Dirty?” Logan chuckled then kissed along one shoulder before pulling back. He let one hand trail dangerously low, hovering just above where heat pulsed hottest between them. “Baby,” he murmured softly but full of promise, “I haven’t even gotten started with you yet.”

Without a word, he delivered a sharp smack to Ethan’s ass. The sound echoed through the room—hard, crisp, and unapologetic.

“Fuck!” Ethan yelped, the sting blossoming across his skin as he shot Logan a frown—though it was more playful than angry. His lips twitched as if fighting a smile. “What’s stopping you?”

Logan raised a brow, tilting his head as though considering. It was like a furnace between them now, and Ethan groaned, his arousal pressing insistently against Logan’s shorts.

“You really do want it, don’t you?” The words were a taunt, but his tone was laced with affection.

“And what about you?” Ethan shot back, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “You want it as much as I do.”

Logan silenced him with a kiss, their lips crashing together in a frenzy of need. The tang of coffee and minty toothpaste lingered as Logan slid his tongue against Ethan’s in a battle for dominance.

For a moment, there was only heat, friction, and the intoxicating taste of each other.

Ethan’s chest heaved. A sly grin tugging the corners of his mouth as he pressed his forehead against Logan’s. “Are you taking advantage of me, Master Chief?” he teased, with an edge of challenge. “Pretty sure the UCMJ has something to say about that sort of thing.”

“Vulnerable?” Logan laughed, shaking his head, his fingers digging into Ethan’s hips just enough to leave an impression. “Well, I’m completely powerless.” He punctuated the statement with another kiss, this one slower but no less intense.

Ethan headed for the shower and Logan watched, captivated by the sway of his hips, as he disappeared into the stall.

The sound of water filled the air and he leaned against the frame, savoring the sight like a man admiring a masterpiece.

Large droplets clung to every curve of Ethan’s body, streaming down his chest and shoulder as he reached for the scented wash and squeezed it into his palm.

Methodically, he began lathering up, his hands gliding over skin in smooth motions that seemed almost hypnotic.

Logan’s throat went dry as he took it all in—the way the suds bubbled, then traced patterns down Ethan’s toned torso before dripping onto the cubicle floor.

He quickly snapped out of his trance, shrugging off his boxer shorts and allowing his cock to spring free as he stepped into the shower. The heat from the water enveloped him instantly, but it was nothing compared to the fire coursing through him as he pressed himself against Ethan from behind.

“I can’t resist you when you’re naked like this,” he admitted, one hand sliding over Ethan’s chest while the other gripped his waist tightly.

Ethan leaned in close so their lips could meet, a kiss that was messy and wet but no less passionate.

When they broke apart to catch a breath, Ethan wasted no time in dropping to his knees. The sight of him in that position,droplets of water clinging to his lashes, steam curling around them both, nearly undid Logan right there and then.

“Fuck,” he groaned as pleasure exploded inside him. His fingers instinctively tangled in Ethan’s damp curls, gripping tight as waves of ecstasy threatened to consume him entirely.

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