Chapter Nine
Nick made a face against the pillow. “You realize you sound like a fake human bodyguard commercial, right?”
Logan snorted, folding himself further into the mattress. “I’m unionized. Good benefits. Never call in sick.”
Nick’s eyes cracked open. Hard to call it romantic, but there was something good about the way Logan stayed close, all hair and muscle, like he was expecting Nick to explode or bite him or both. Nick grinned, more honest than he’d meant. “Your bedside manner sucks.”
Logan didn’t look bothered. He rolled onto his side, propping his head on his hand. “You complaining?”
Nick surveyed the blanket situation. From the hips down, he was covered. Above that, he might as well have been an exhibit labeled “Disheveled Disaster: Vampire Edition.” His cheeks flushed. He yanked the sheet higher. “Did you watch me sleep all night?”
Logan’s mouth curved, making it look like he was fighting not to laugh. “Wanted to make sure you didn’t run for the hills. Or start redecorating my throat, if that urge came back.”
Nick rolled his eyes. “Maybe I just like waking up to you staring at me like you lost the remote.”
Logan let that settle for a beat. Then he said, “You drool. A lot.”
That earned a groan and a muttered, “You’re a jerk,” but Nick didn’t stop smiling.
Logan reached over, hand drifting across the blanket to tap Nick’s chin. “Relax. You’re decent.”
Nick glanced down. Decent didn’t cover it. His chest was bare, and, yeah, he was wearing only underwear.
“You undressed me?” He said it like Logan might’ve committed a felony.
Logan’s palm landed on Nick’s hip, anchoring him. “I’m a gentleman, Costa. Didn’t peek. Swear on my union rep.” His grin had teeth.
Nick’s laugh started low. “You’re full of shit,” he said but didn’t sound at all upset that Logan had probably peeled off his jeans and gotten an eyeful.
“Couldn’t help it,” Logan replied, his tone lazy and warm. “You kept making faces in your sleep. All vulnerable. I kept waiting for you to deliver some monologue about tragic pain.”
Nick rolled onto his stomach, hiding half his face in the crook of his arm. “Shut up.”
Logan wasn’t letting him off that easy. He scooted closer, bracing his weight just above Nick so their noses nearly touched. “You wish.”
Nick peered at him, sleep-wrecked and blinking. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re half-naked. Has anyone ever told you you’re cute when you’re pouting?”
Nick covered his face, laughter muffled by his hands. “Now who’s being disgusting?”
Logan leaned in, his lips brushing the corner of Nick’s mouth. “Still you. You win the prize.”
Nick twisted, his lips parting. Logan caught them with his, hot and sure, his hands finding Nick’s waist, his thumbs digging into the muscle above his hip bones.
Nick tasted like old cotton and morning breath, but Logan didn’t care.
He’d spent the whole night wanting to bite this mouth, and now he could.
Nick gasped but didn’t hesitate. His arms looped around Logan’s neck, pulling him in closer. He opened for Logan, his tongue darting out, teasing.
Logan pinned him to the bed, one hand sliding up Nick’s ribs, the other drifting down the arch of his back. Nick arched up into him, grinding just enough that it sent a ripple of want through Logan’s entire body.
“Tell me you want this,” Logan murmured, but Nick just answered with another kiss, messy and intent, sucking at Logan’s bottom lip like it was dessert.
Logan laughed, low and rough, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Greedy little vampire.”
Nick nipped at Logan’s jaw. “Big talk for a guy who practically stripped me in my sleep.”
“Trust me, sweetheart,” Logan said, “if I’d stripped you, there wouldn’t be anything left to cover up.”
Nick’s cock went rock hard, tenting the underwear so obviously that neither of them could pretend not to see it.
Logan ghosted his knuckles across the bulge, feeling Nick shudder. “You ever suck cock?” he asked, his hand already sliding beneath the waistband.
Nick bared his teeth. “It’s nine a.m. Isn’t there a law against that?”
“Not in this county.” Logan palmed Nick’s cock through the fabric, feeling it twitch.
Nick bent, kissing the spot under Logan’s ear. Logan sucked in a breath. Damn, he was hot for it.
Nick shoved him until Logan wound up flat on his back. Nick sat up, straddling his thighs, his hair a mess, his eyes dark and hungry. He hooked his thumbs under the front of Logan’s sweats, dragging them down just enough to expose the head of Logan’s cock.
Logan grinned. “Didn’t have us pegged for a morning guys.”
Nick popped the elastic. “Don’t start. You’ll ruin the moment.”
Logan reached, his hand snaking up Nick’s thigh then around the curve of his ass. Nick groaned, his head dipping. Logan stared him down, letting the anticipation build.
Nick braced himself then wrapped his lips around the tip of Logan’s cock, his tongue flicking over the slit. Logan’s entire body jerked. The sensation was pure want, all the blood surging south, every nerve alive and clawing for more.
Nick didn’t bother being delicate. He sucked Logan greedily, hollowing his cheeks, his hair falling over his eyes. Logan had to grip the sheets to keep from bucking up, though the urge to pin Nick’s head and fuck his mouth was strong.
Logan gritted his teeth, breathing out through his nose. “Christ, you look good like that.”
Nick just hummed, sending vibrations down the shaft. Logan nearly lost it right there but forced himself to stay in control, watching Nick take more and more, his mouth wet and perfect, his lips stretched tight around Logan’s cock.
When Nick came up for air, he swiped his wrist over his lips. “That what you wanted?”
Logan couldn’t decide whether to answer or just haul him in for a kiss. He chose both. He pulled Nick up by the back of the neck then kissed him, shoving his tongue in deep, tasting himself on Nick’s mouth.
Without warning, Nick wrestled Logan’s sweatpants down further, digging his nails into Logan’s thighs. Logan groaned, his hips rolling up into Nick’s hand.
“Turn over,” Nick muttered, his voice shaking now.
Logan did as he was told, kneeling up so Nick could yank his own underwear off. Every move was fast, hungry, like they’d gotten addicted to each other and withdrawals were hitting.
Nick slid down the bed, lying between Logan’s legs. He wrapped a fist around Logan’s cock, pumping slow and steady for a few strokes, and then he ducked his head, taking as much as he could in one go. Logan gasped, his hand slamming into the headboard.
“Fuck, Nick.” His words came out shredded. “You keep that up, I’ll be useless all day.”
Nick didn’t slow. He went even deeper, his tongue pressed along the underside, his lips tight. He twisted his wrist as he stroked what he couldn’t take into his mouth, making the whole thing hotter and hotter.
Logan wasn’t going to tap out. He wanted to see Nick lose control, too. He reached down, sliding a hand behind Nick’s balls, cupping them as Nick sucked him off. Nick’s hips jerked as he rutted into the mattress. Logan got a grip on Nick’s cock, stroking in time with every movement of Nick’s mouth.
The noises in the room were filthy. Wet, obscene. Logan gritted his teeth. Sweat rolled down his back, and his palms were slick. He didn’t care.
He wanted it even filthier.
“Turn around,” Logan ordered, but Nick refused to let go at first, determined to finish him off. Logan let him have it, but when the urge to come nearly overwhelmed him, he grabbed Nick’s hair and tugged until Nick let him slip free with a wet pop.
Logan rolled them, flipped Nick onto his back, then slid down and licked at the tip of Nick’s cock, savoring the taste. Nick whimpered.
Logan wanted to make him wild. He twisted his tongue around the tip, sucked it, then swallowed Nick’s cock as deep as he could, using one hand to stroke whatever didn’t fit.
Nick made the prettiest sounds, writhing under Logan. His hands yanked at the blanket, his hips rolling, desperate for more.
Logan worked him steadily, mouth and hand, until Nick went rigid then spilled down Logan’s throat. Logan swallowed, pulling off just long enough to wipe his mouth before crawling back up the bed.