Page 32 of Capturing Perfection

“Sure.” Logan grabbed Clay’s hand. “Come on, giggles.”

Clay cut off Logan’s path and walked backwards. “Don’t stuff yourself too much, babe. I have plans for you later tonight.”

Logan captured Clay, eliminating the distance between their bodies. “Think you’ll be up for it old man?”

Clay wrapped his arms around Logan’s neck and arched into the damp, hot skin that had been teasing him all afternoon. “Oh, I can guarantee I’ll be up for it. In fact—”

Logan silenced Clay with a deep kiss. Clay wrapped his arms around Logan and squeezed his ass. Clay’s blood pressure climbed as they played all afternoon. The fast-paced game hadn’t been the only thing making his breath race. Each time, Logan had leapt to snatch the flailing disc from midair, Clay had glimpsed the rippled abs and bulging quads in his toned body.

He’d been all set to take Logan home and fuck him within an inch of his life, but now, he had to play nice. Pizza and beer with their friends was always entertaining, but there were times when a man just wanted to lock the door and screw his lover through the mattress all night long. Logan had better enjoy his respite because tonight his ass belonged to Clay.

They sat in a large circled booth at Gino’s towards the back of the restaurant. Their laughter had made more than one head turn as they shared stories over fire-grilled pizza and pitchers of brew. Logan was convinced his new friends were trying to kill him. He’d nearly shot beer out his nose when he’d heard Rick and Conor tell the tale of how Ethan had gotten the nickname ‘grape-nuts’ and choked on his chicken pesto pizza when Ethan had retaliated by informing the group about the first few times the two men had explored their need for ménage. Some descriptions of the women they’d hooked up with had made him eternally grateful that he was attracted to cock and only cock—especially the cock belonging to the man whose hip pressed against him.

He placed a hand on Clay’s thigh and gave it a squeeze. Clay’s head turned, and Logan’s breath caught at the storm clouds brewing. They had turned the heat that raced between them all afternoon down to a simmer, but he knew a slight spark would make it flare and cause them to spontaneously combust.

“The two of you are so hot together,” Ethan announced.

Logan turned his head back to the table and saw that all the conversation had halted. “Huh?”

Ethan’s finger waved back and forth between Clay and Logan. “You two. You’re hot. The matching black hair and steamy lust-filled eyes.”

Ryan chuckled. “Forgive my husband. He has no filtering system after a few drinks.”

Logan smiled. “It’s cool. I agree. Clay is very hot.”

“No, no, no. Together. You and Clay together. I bet you set fire to the sheets every time. So who does who?”

“E!” Ryan exclaimed. “That’s none of our business.”

“We’re all friends here. What’s the harm? It’s not like gay sex talk is gonna send anyone into heart palpitations.” Ethan looked over at Rick and Conor. “Well, maybe those two, but they’ve been around me for enough years to become desensitized.”

Rick’s sapphire blue eyes met Conor’s aquamarine ones for a long moment.

Ethan gasped. “Stop the fucking presses!”

Everyone’s head jerked in his direction

“What was that? When did you two—” His hands waved back and forth at Rick and Conor.

Rick lifted his and Conor’s linked hands up on the table. “When did we do what?”

“You know God damn what, asshole. You swore the two of you had never, would never…”

“We hadn’t. It just kinda happened.”

“What? You’re telling me Conor tripped and his cock just landed up your ass one day?”

Logan snorted. “Nice, Ethan.”

Ryan covered Ethan’s mouth with his hand. He looked over at Rick and Conor. “Sorry. I’ll keep him quiet, and you can share or not. It’s up to you.”

Logan could tell that Rick and Conor weren’t offended by Ethan’s outburst. He knew the three of them had been friends for several years and seemed used to the man’s antics. Conversely, Ethan's audacity stunned Logan. He’d only known Ethan, Ryan, Rick and Conor for less than a year, but normally, Ethan was a pretty laid back kind of guy. He was fun loving and affable, but never brash. Maybe he really couldn’t hold his beer, as his husband claimed?

“After we married Calleigh and settled down, things changed. In all the years we’ve shared women, neither one of us ever desired the other, but suddenly, when we made love to Calleigh together, I would wonder how it would feel to touch Conor, how it would feel to be touched by Conor. I struggled with the desire for a while until Calleigh confronted us one night. She sat us down and made us talk about the giant pink elephant that had grown in our bedroom.” Rick looked at Conor and smiled. “It turned out that Conor had been fighting similar battles.”

“And how did Calleigh respond?” Clay asked.

Rick and Conor shared a heated look, then chuckled.

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