Finally relenting, knowing that nothing would keep him from getting up close and personal with the man currently sitting with his hands resting on his thighs, Logan shoved the stupid helmet on his head and moved over to the bike.
“If I die, I just want you to know that you have never looked hotter than you do right now, and that is the only reason I’m about to risk my life.”
Tate raised a hand, and before he shut the visor, he promised, “I’ll look even hotter in fifteen minutes when I’m naked. So, quit bitching, and get on the bike, Logan.”
“Fuck you,” he responded, climbing onto the back of the bike and clutching the leather waist in front of him.
Tate turned over the ignition, and the bike rumbled to life. His thighs brushed up against Tate’s, and as he slid farther down on the seat, his cock nestled up against the man bending over in front of him.
Huh, this might not be so bad after all.
That was, until Tate put his foot on the gas, and the bike actually moved.
* * *
Ten minutes later, and they were at their destination. Tate pulled into the parking garage, shut off the engine, and felt Logan’s hands move to his thighs and then in between.
“You can get off now,” Tate informed as he lifted his hands to remove his helmet.
He heard a muffled sound and turned toward his handsy passenger. Reaching out, he pushed the visor up on Logan’s headgear.
“What was that?” he asked.
Logan’s right hand found his groin, and he repeated his words from a moment before. “That’s what I’m trying to do—get off.”
Choosing to ignore him the best he could, Tate asked, “It wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Logan hummed a little in his throat. “This is the best part.”
“Get off the bike, Logan, so we can go upstairs.”
Apparently, Tate didn’t need to tell him twice. Logan released him and moved back to swing his long leg up and over the seat. Once he was off, he removed his helmet, and Tate’s mouth twitched at the usually perfect hair that was now a mess on top of his head. Tate followed Logan’s move, removing his headgear, and once the bike was secured, he ran a hand through his own hair and noticed Logan doing the same as they made their way over to the elevator.
When it opened and they stepped inside, Logan looked at him from where he was standing. “So…”
“So…” Tate returned.
“I started seeing someone tonight. Did you know that?” Logan quipped.
“I didn’t think you were into that kind of thing.”
Logan winked. Tate’s cock throbbed. “Oh, I can’t wait to be into this…I think this guy’s different.”
* * *
Logan knew he didn’t need to say those words to get what he wanted, but it was imperative to him that Tate knew.
“And why is he different?”
Good fucking question. It was one Logan didn’t know the answer to yet.
“I don’t know, but I’m looking forward to finding out.”
He was about to move forward and kiss Tate just as the elevator stopped and opened.
“This is my floor,” Tate told him as he moved out ahead.
Logan followed, quiet and patient, as the man in front of him opened the door to his apartment. Logan turned, shutting them in from the outside world, and when he rounded back to face Tate, he was on him before Logan could blink.
Caught completely off guard, he was easily pushed back against the door as Tate put his entire weight behind the palms planted firmly on Logan’s chest. Immediately, their mouths connected in a molten kiss, and Logan groaned as Tate’s hand moved straight down between them to his more than interested cock.
Logan’s head hit the door, and Tate released his mouth as he began undoing the buttons on Logan’s shirt.
“Jesus, what’s gotten into you?”
“Nothing,” Tate breathed against his neck.
Logan brought his hands up and clasped both of Tate’s, pushing him back slightly.
“Yes. Something’s different. What is it?” Logan waited and when nothing came, continued. “Tell me, what’s changed?”
Tate’s breathing came fast as he pulled a hand free. Touching Logan’s skin that he’d revealed through the top two buttons, he replied, “I just decided, that’s all.”
“You decided?” Logan questioned. “You decided, what?”
“That I want to be here. No more pretending. No more fooling myself,” Tate continued, sliding his finger down to the button. “So, are you going to shut the hell up and let go of my hand?”
“Depends.” Logan moved his head forward to capture Tate’s mouth in a fast kiss. “What are you going to do with it? Tell me.”