Logan remained uncharacteristically quiet for a change as Tate’s words came to a halt. Then, he felt a tongue touch his lobe, and Tate’s hips rocked forward.
“You feel the same, don’t you? You told me this scares you. Tell me why, Logan.”
Logan felt Tate lift slightly, and when he pressed a kiss to his cheek, Logan nervously licked his lips. “Playing dirty, Tate?”
“If I have to. Tell me,” he replied, refusing to give Logan an easy way out.
Shutting his eyes, Logan admitted, “It scares me because of how much I want it.”
Tate nuzzled into his neck and shoulder, and Logan’s body trembled under the man behind him.
Suddenly, he couldn’t shut his mouth. “I’ve never wanted something more. But with you, I can’t seem to stop myself. I want to look at you and know that you’re mine, and that terrifies me.”
Tate’s fingers wrapped around his own as he brought their arms in close to his sides, and then Tate asked again, “Why?”
Logan found Tate’s eyes and finally acknowledged, “Because I think I could love someone like you.”
Tate’s breath left him in a quick rush of air, and then he was gone. He released Logan’s arms and straightened up behind him. Logan felt strong fingers holding him in place as Tate slowly pulled from his body before surging back inside. He heard a low moan behind him, and as he pushed back onto the body moving inside his own, Logan enjoyed the wicked slide into oblivion.
* * *
Tate looked at the smooth skin of the muscled back laid out for him and wondered when this had gone from a quick fuck to making love. As he slowly pulled his hips away from Logan, he knew that was exactly what he was doing. He was making love to this man.
Logan’s eyes were shut, from what he could see, and his hands were braced under him, so with each of Tate’s thrusts, he could move back on him. But all Tate could think about were the words, because I think I could love someone like you, and all of a sudden, Tate wanted more.
Pulling out of Logan, Tate heard him groan from the loss as he managed in a gruff tone, “Turn around.”
Slowly, Logan stood and turned to face him. As soon as they were face-to-face, Tate took the back of his neck in his palm and pulled him forward. Capturing his mouth in an urgent kiss, Tate heard a moan slip free from Logan as one of his hands cupped Tate’s cheek.
Their tongues tangled, and their cocks bumped against one another.
Tate ripped his mouth away, breathless. “Need you, but not like that.”
“How then? Tell me what you need.”
“Bed. You in your bed.”
Logan nodded once and didn’t waste any time. He turned and made his way into the bedroom with Tate following close behind, keeping his eyes on the ass he planned to take as soon as they were on a soft mattress.
When Logan stopped by the side table and opened it to remove a bottle of lube, Tate bumped into him and ordered softly, “Get in the bed.”
“I like this bossy side of you almost as much as the aggravated side. Am I demented?”
Tate felt a grin hit his lips for the man who continually threw him off guard, but he wanted more from Logan than smart-ass comments. He wanted to see inside this man. He wanted to know all of him.
“Earlier tonight, you told me that I was your biggest truth, but that’s not right. You know what the biggest truth is, here in this room?”
Logan looked down at their bodies and then back at him. “Other than the glaringly obvious?”
“Yes. Other than that.”
“No, I don’t.”
“The biggest truth is that we’re both trying something new, and you know what?”
Logan’s face changed and became serious at that comment. “What?”
“We both love it.” Tate’s eyelids lowered, and he gestured with a tilt of his chin. “Get in bed, Logan. I want you.”
Tate watched as Logan climbed into the bed and lay down on his back. He turned his head on the pillow, his black hair stark against the white, as he reached out his free arm and crooked his finger at him.
“Come here.”
Placing his knee onto the mattress, Tate took the bottle of lube in his hand, poured some into his palm, and gripped his erection, stroking it several times.
God, he liked this man. In fact, Tate thought he was pretty damn amazing, and that was when it hit him. Somehow, this man is perfect for me. Tate brought his eyes back to Logan’s face. How can that be? And more importantly, how am I okay with the fact that my perfect person is a, him?
But as Logan stared back at him and Tate crawled between his legs, he knew without a doubt that he was. Kneeling between Logan’s thighs, Tate’s heart started to pound.