Chapter 6
Six
Logan
He feeds me the softest little whimper, and the sound of it stuns me. It’s so… I have no idea how to describe it, but it’s surprising how unlike him that noise is. Delicate and complacent.
It takes me a second to move, but once I’m over the shock, I’m able to lean deeper into the kiss.
He’s too still, sitting there wholly unmoving.
I start to move back, separating our lips just enough to ask him if he’s okay, but he snaps out of it before I manage a word.
He’s pawing at me, trying to tug my face back into his in a rush, but I’m quick to lock my fingers around his wrists—the burn on my cheek leaving me a little untrusting of his hands.
He grunts impatiently, but I don’t let go.
Our lips stay moving against each other’s, neither of us going any further.
There’s a small part of me that thinks this should feel weird.
I’m kissing Baby. My roommate. A boy. But it feels good—really fucking good—and those seem like very unimportant details at the moment.
It’s not all that different than other kisses I’ve had.
His skin is soft, his lips even softer. He smells like a cozy blend of vanilla and just the barest hint of a light, powdery musk. Everything about him is so dainty, I honestly may as well be kissing a girl.
I change my mind as soon as the thought is there. He’s a boy. That’s the whole reason we’re doing this—a sort of practice. I’m kissing a boy and need to make sure I don’t forget that.
That thought triggers the first sense that something isn’t right, so I change my mind once more and focus on the who instead. It’s just Baby. The taste of him, his skin skimming mine—it’s all him, and that’s all that matters.
When his hair tickles my cheek, I’m reminded of just how much I’ve always wanted to touch it, and I’m letting go of his wrists before the thought flees my mind.
Fuck, it’s exactly what I always imagined. Better even. So soft.
“C’mere,” I order, using my hold on his hair to pull him closer. He ends up straddling my lap, giving me more of those tasty little noises as he leans over me, and I have no choice but to let out a soft moan myself.
“Logan,” he whispers, his mouth so close to mine that I can feel my name as it vibrates over my bottom lip. My tongue follows suit, licks over my lip until it finds his, and it’s such an alluring taste that I’m left instantly looking for more. “Logan,” he whines—begs—but I don’t know what he wants.
I have a problem of my own. I want to give him what he needs, but my zipper is digging into my growing erection, and I’m worried he’s going to feel it.
If he were to sit down right now, he definitely would.
I have no clue how I’d explain that away.
I don’t even know how to explain it to myself.
I move an arm around his waist, deciding to pull him against me so that he can’t move and find any surprises, but he’s hard too.
He pulls back, panic painting his face the prettiest shade of pink, and I shake my head.
“I’m so sor—”
“Shh.” I smile against his mouth before I slip my tongue back between his lips. It’s sort of perfect—that he’s as turned on as I am.
What that means exactly is irrelevant. I’m not going to let him be embarrassed by it.
But I can’t change the way I feel. It’s… a lot of things. It’s too much to name any one emotion, but I know I don’t want him sitting on my dick right now. Not yet. Not until I know what it means.
His quiet whimpers turn into moans, each one louder than the last with every roll of his hips against me.
Baby’s using my abs to get himself off as my tongue continues to lash against his and fuck…
it feels right. It feels good, moments passing and blurring into an endless piece of paradise.
It’s never been like this. So right. That’s the only word there is to describe it.
I think he’s close. He’s literally humping me, such a shamelessly lewd act that I have to wonder just where my neurotic prude of a roommate has gone. I flex my hips, desperate for some friction of my own, and find none.
He pulls his head away and tucks himself into my neck, needing the breathing room as he continues to rub off on me. I move a hand to his ass, urging him on and copping a feel for myself.
I love his ass, something I’m only just now realizing.
My hands make contact, and it’s perfect.
It’s a wonder I hadn’t seen this coming—makes me feel like the moron he’s always saying I am, because fucking duh.
Watching it bounce in those indecent little shorts he’s always wearing is a pretty big pastime of mine.
It’s as smooth as I thought it would be. Plump and—
“Fuck,” I hiss. He’s biting me. My little vampire is finally biting me, his teeth digging into the crook of my neck, and it’s so painfully sweet that I almost miss it as his hips stutter against me.
He exhales noisily, his breath wet on my skin.
“Sorry,” he mumbles through a muffled groan.
He stays rigid in my arms for a few beats, letting his orgasm settle before he finally goes limp against me.
I have to hold him up—getting to feel at his ass a little more as my neck starts to throb.
I shake my head, the only answer I can give him at the moment. “God, I’m… so sorry.”
It feels wrong, him apologizing so much. He’s not one to be apologetic.
“Why?” I brush the hair off his face when he finally looks at me.
Baby’s kind of… I’m not sure. The words don’t feel like enough—attractive, hot, cute. He’s something.
“Well…” His eyes ping pong across my face, looking for something he can’t seem to find. “What was that?”
The question confuses me, sets me on edge.
I can’t get a good read of his expression.
It almost seems accusatory, like I’m to blame here.
I shrug. “You told me to do that.” Didn’t he?
I mean, he definitely told me to kiss him.
And if he didn’t want to rub off on me, then he shouldn’t have.
I know I didn’t do anything he didn’t like.
The small wet spot I feel on my stomach is proof of that.
“I was only doing what you wanted me to.”
“Oh.”
He looks away, immediately shutting down and setting off every alarm I have.
“Baby.” I move my hands to his hips when he tries to move off of me, refusing to let him go. Not until I figure out where his little lizard brain has wandered off to.
“I’m tired, and… need to shower.” He cringes—probably feeling the cum in his shorts—and moves off of me.
This time, I let him go.
∞∞∞
I’ve gone over it a hundred times in my head, and I still have no fucking clue what I did wrong.
He told me to kiss him. I did.
The rest—well, how is any of that my fault? I followed his lead. He said to pretend to like it, and I… didn’t even need to pretend.
I keep wondering if maybe he felt how much I enjoyed it, and that’s the issue, but I know he didn’t. And if he did, he doesn’t have the right to care. The dude nutted on my abs. Pretty sure that means that he can’t be mad at my boner.
But if anyone were gonna be mad at one of my boners, it would be Baby.
I sigh. I’m not smart enough to figure this one out.
“Are you okay?”
I blink. “Huh?” I haven’t talked to Nic very much. Or at all. I’m not even sure he knows my name.
“You’ve been staring at that banana for a while.”
“Oh.” I blink again. “I zoned out, I guess.”
He doesn’t say anything. Just stares at me. Ominously.
“What are you guys talking about?” Cade walks up behind his stepbrother—husband—and I’m immediately relieved. Nic’s not really the best conversationalist.
“Literally nothing.”
Like that. Just says a whole lotta… nothing.
“Have you seen Baby?” I ask, leaving it up to either of them to answer, but knowing it’ll be Cade who does.
“I think he’s asleep,” he proves me right with a shrug.
“Asleep?” There’s no way. “It’s almost two in the afternoon.” I stand up, planning on knocking on his door. I assumed he’d left. His tiny ass Fiat was sitting in its usual spot, but that could have meant that he was in someone else’s car. I texted to ask, but of course he didn’t reply.
That reminds me of the list I started last night. It’s one of my new rules: respond to my goddamn messages.
“Baby?” I knock but hear nothing. And then I’m left standing there because I know I’m not supposed to open his door unless he gives me permission.
Good thing Cade’s here to do it for me. I don’t even have to ask. He’s simply there and turning the doorknob before I can even decide on my next move. “Hey,” he says, and I move my head so I can look over his shoulder. “I thought you were asleep.”
But he isn’t. He’s sitting on his giant bean bag chair, cradling one of his dozens of stuffed animals in his arms. He’s been ignoring me on purpose. “I didn’t say you could come in.” He squeezes the plushie tighter, and it doesn’t at all take away from the frown he’s sporting.
I’m stressing and seeing this isn’t helping.
Cade validates my worries as he asks Baby, “What’s wrong?”
“You opened my door without my say-so. That’s what’s wrong.”
“We had to,” Cade defends. “You wouldn’t.”
“Because I’m sick of all the rule-breaking!” He throws the stuffed animal and somehow misses us both. “Get out!”
Cade mutters his complaints, but he returns to his husband, leaving me alone with a guy who won’t look at me. It’s not until I shut his door—with me still in his space—that he lifts his head.
“Why him?”
I hear him plain as day, but he’s eyeing his ceiling in evident misery. Rhetorical if I had to guess.
“Still mad at me, huh?”
He sighs. “Always.” It’s not really an exaggeration. It truly does seem like he’s always upset with me. Even when we’re cozied up on the couch with some shitty movie playing. There’s always a hint of irritation on his end, but it has been pretty amped up lately.
I sit on the edge of his bed, not knowing how to proceed. I fucked up, but I don’t know how. Which means that I don’t know how to fix it.
“What do you want, Logan?”
“For you to stop ignoring me.” In fact, that’s also on my list. Rule number four, I think.
My list is a little redundant, but I was tired and annoyed.
It’s not every day I find myself with a spot of cum on my clothes that isn’t mine.
He just got off and left me there. I almost put that on there too—something about that kind of thing not being allowed, but I couldn’t figure out how to word it.
Still. It felt like an injustice last night—not getting to come.
I know for sure that bringing any of that up right now would be a mistake.
“I’m not.”
I open my mouth to argue, but there’s no point. We have to move past this, and doing so requires me to be careful. “When is this dinner thing?”
“Next Friday.” He’s pouting. “I can go alone,” he says so miserably that I wish I could scoop him up.
“No.”
“You mean, you still want to go?”
I almost roll my eyes, but I’m not as rude as he is. “I said I would.”
“Yeah, but if you don’t want to, don’t.” He cocks his head with an attitude, my favorite roommate making a reappearance.
“I’m going.”
He stares at me, obviously debating challenging me or not. I see it when he decides against it, his shoulders falling as he leans back on his bean bag chair. “I don’t know where we’re going, but I’m sure somewhere fancy—she’s extra like that. So wear… do you have anything nice to wear?”
I want to be offended, but truthfully, I don’t. I have work shit, shit that used to be work shit, and more shit. “I can probably buy something.”
“Like what?”
I stare at him while I think about it. “A shirt with buttons?”
He purses his lips, and then they’re all I can focus on. I’d been a little busy going over—and over and over—the whole humping thing that I’d sort of forgotten about his lips. They’re really soft. Plump is a word that comes to mind. Kinda like his butt.
But not at all like his teeth. I’ve called him a little vampire before. It’s where Cade got it from, but I’d never been one of his victims. I still don’t think I am. It was kind of… nice. It’s surprising how good it felt, actually.
“Quit.”
“Quit what?”
“Thinking about it, asshole.” He swipes his hand angrily across his hairline. “Do you think you could figure it out if I send you pictures?”
Pictures… “Like nudes?”
“What—no!” He gapes at me like somehow it’s me not making any sense. “Of clothes.”
Oh. That’s—hm. I feel a little disappointed. “Yeah, Baby. I’m pretty sure I can pick out an outfit all by myself. I’m not a child.”
“I wasn’t sure.”
He doesn’t want me to embarrass him in front of his people. His extra friends who like to go to fancy restaurants. This time I don’t want to be offended, but I am.
And then I spot a hole in my jeans, right there on my knee, and my shoulders slump a bit.