November 29, 2020—Seattle, Washington—The Next Day #12
“Lo,” Adrian whispered, breaking him back from his thoughts.
“I love you. I don’t care about it. We all have a past.” He said it gently, just as he had in the store.
Adrian had made peace with Logan’s past, and though a shadow of pain flickered in his eyes at the thought of Logan with someone else, it lingered only briefly, as if swept away by the wind of acceptance.
“Be here, with me, right now in that moment. Okay? I want you so much. I’ve been dreaming about having you again, ahuv sheli. ”
Logan whimpered, his heart leaping in a moment of fragile despair.
Something within him shattered at the echo of words he had once held close, memories of Adrian’s voice etched in his mind yet forever elusive in repetition.
He had longed for those words, only to forget the depth of his love they carried, a bittersweet reminder of what once was.
“Say it again,” Logan begged.
“I’ve been dreaming about you, every night, every day, every millisecond that lingers between heartbeats.
Ahuv sheli.” Adrian captured him in a tender kiss, pulling him close as if to shield him from the world.
“Put the past where it belongs, okay? Let it rest, let it drift away. We are together, our love is all that matters.” He kissed Logan’s lips again, his hunger for Logan forever insatiable.
“Stop punishing yourself for what’s behind us; it doesn’t concern me.
” Adrian paused, his voice softening. “I know I have moments of jealousy, of doubt… but you are my anchor, you are mine, and I’ve released the past. Okay?
Don’t carry that burden. We have a long journey ahead, and I need you to be strong.
If you carry it, ahuv sheli, it would only make the road even harder. ”
Logan nodded against him. “What does it mean? You never told me.”
Adrian let out a little laugh. “I was afraid to tell you that back then.”
“Spill it,” Logan ordered, giving him a harsh pack on the lips and grabbing his face a bit harder.
“You are bossy,” Adrian mumbled. “I like it.” He wiggled his brows.
Logan snorted and bit his nipple lightly before kissing it better.
“It means, ‘my loved one’ or ‘my beloved,’” Adrian whispered.
In that fleeting moment, Logan captured his lips with fervor, savoring every taste, his tongue intertwining with Adrian’s, absorbing his soft whimpers like a fine wine.
From the very beginning, almost from the first heartbeat, Adrian had loved him.
Logan had loved him too; he simply lacked the words to articulate that yearning back then.
Adrian widened his legs, pulling Logan back to him, guiding him close until their bodies aligned, until the heat of him was pressed against Logan’s stomach, their breaths mingling in the space between them.
They kissed like they were memorizing each other, like their mouths were the only things tethering them to the earth. Adrian held him, his fingers gripping Logan’s ass, pulling him in, needing more, while his other hand cupped Logan’s jaw, like he wanted to feel every word they couldn’t say.
Logan groaned into Adrian’s mouth when his cock throbbed, painful with need, and he broke the kiss with a sharp breath. He sat back, just enough to reach for the lube Adrian had already ripped open and handed to him, their fingers brushing.
Their eyes met, and Logan felt his entire body pulse with something overwhelming.
He slicked himself up, coating his cock with generous, shaking hands, then rubbed the excess onto his fingers, shifting back over Adrian, kissing him again, swallowing the gasp as he lifted Adrian’s legs and hooked them around his waist.
And then finally, he pressed two well-lubed fingers inside, sliding them into Adrian’s primed entrance without any resistance.
Adrian’s head dropped back against the pillows, his mouth falling open, a ragged moan tearing from his throat.
Logan watched him, utterly transfixed, captivated by the fluid motion of Adrian’s body.
He marveled at how Adrian shuddered and arched instinctively, gripping him desperately for stability.
Every detail was etched into his memory: the soft parting of his lips, the trembling of his breath, and the flutter of his lashes against his rosy cheeks, creating an intensely vivid tableau in his mind.
Logan buried his face in the curve of Adrian’s neck, panting, pressing kisses against his pulse, his collarbone, his jaw, as he took his time, letting Adrian adjust, his fingers buried deep inside him, feeling the way Adrian’s body clenched around him, soft and tight and wanting.
Adrian’s hand found Logan’s bicep; he clung to him hard, his touch electric against sweat-damp skin.
“I’m ready,” his voice was heavy, breathless, thick with need.
He kissed Logan, his lips moving slowly and deeply, their tongues entwined as Adrian savored his own taste in Logan’s mouth. “I want you inside me.”
Something inside Logan shattered. Something inside him that had been frozen for so long cracked open and caught fire.
The years between them collapsed in an instant, the weight of longing folding in on itself until only this remained, only now, only this body beneath him, this man he had loved through silence and distance and regret.
His fingers slid free, slick and trembling with something deeper than want. With shaking hands, he reached for himself, guided his cock into Adrian’s slick and loose opening.
He pressed in, slow at first, the head breaching that tight ring of muscle, and—
Fuck, fuck, fuuuck—
Adrian was burning, his body pulling Logan in, sucking him deeper. Logan let out a ragged moan as he folded forward, his forehead resting in the crook of Adrian’s neck, drinking in the scent of his skin, the warmth of him, the impossible truth of him. This was real. Adrian was real. He was here.
Adrian bore down on him, his legs locking tighter around Logan’s waist, his fingers pressing into his back, his body taking Logan in.
Logan sank deeper, inch by inch, until there was no space left between them, no breath, no thought untouched.
Logan forgot his breath somewhere in the space between the moments of Adrian’s body taking him inside.
He was buried to the hilt, his entire body trembling at the sheer overwhelming rightness of it.
A broken sound escaped him, half sob, half groan. “So good,” he purred, voice raw and shaking, fighting the tide of instinct that told him to move, to take, to lose himself completely. He forced himself still, trembling with restraint, giving Adrian time to adjust.
Adrian whimpered, soft and wrecked, and that sound—that sound—undid him.
Logan pressed his mouth to Adrian’s shoulder, teeth grazing the skin, a low moan vibrating against him.
Slowly, so slowly, he began to move, dragging out until the friction stole his breath, then pushing back in with aching precision, every inch meant to be felt, meant to be remembered.
His restraint began to slip, the years of hunger rising in him like a storm. His thrusts deepened, quickened, driven by longing too vast for words, too heavy for thought.
Adrian greeted him with an intense fervor, his embrace welcoming and full of unspoken longing.
His hands wove into Logan’s hair, fingers threading through the strands with gentle insistence, then he moved, his nails lightly etched into Logan’s biceps and back, a subtle reminder of the tension and desire that simmered beneath the surface.
With each pull, he drew Logan closer, until the space between them dissolved completely, leaving only their entwined presence and the electric hush of anticipation.
Their mouths crashed together, breathless and starving, their tongues a tangle of desperation and devotion.
Their bodies spoke in the only language they had left, in the only way they knew how to say, I missed you, I love you, I will never leave you again.
Their breath was heavy and ragged, fusing together in the air between them.
Adrian held Logan close, his forehead pressed to his, his hands firm and trembling, as if the only way to keep this moment alive was to anchor them both in it.
His fingers curled around Logan’s neck, the heat of his skin beneath them, the wild pulse thrumming there, a rhythm that matched his own frantic heart.
“You feel amazing inside of me,” Adrian moaned against Logan’s lips. “Yes, harder.” He pleaded as Logan slammed home again and again.
Logan’s gaze never wavered, those silver eyes burning into him, not just watching but seeing him, all of him, as if the years had not passed, as if the distance had never existed.
He moved within Adrian in long, deliberate thrusts, each one dragging a sound from Adrian’s throat, each one unraveling them both a little more.
Adrian reached for more, always more. He caught Logan’s wrist, pulled him in, guided that arm around his neck, drawing their bodies impossibly tighter until they could not tell whose breath was whose.
Logan gasped, lost to the sudden closeness, the overwhelming press of skin on skin, and he collapsed into it, into him.
Now there was nothing left between them, no air, no hesitation, only the feverish heat of their bodies, the slick glide of skin, the pounding of two hearts that beat true only when the other was near, hearts destined to live in one another’s symphony and keep it from ever turning to lament.
Adrian’s cock throbbed between them, caught between their bodies, trapped in the heat and friction, every desperate thrust sending sparks through his veins, every grind of Logan’s stomach against him drawing him closer to the edge.
Adrian let out a choked whimper, his head thrown back, his body writhing beneath Logan, taking everything, giving everything.
Logan groaned, pressing messy, open-mouthed kisses to Adrian’s lips, stealing his gasps, his moans, his breath.