Chapter Fifteen
Fifteen
Logan
Not seeing Baby sitting on the couch as soon as I open the door is a letdown. And when I start thinking it was intentional, that he’s once again hiding from me, it’s annoying. The back-and-forth is getting tiring.
I’m not used to being irritated so much. Or so horny. It’s an uncomfortable mix and pretty much a constant at this point. I head to his room with conviction and push the door open in a hurry.
“Logan!” He sits up, quick to move one of his stuffed animals between his legs. “You have to knock!”
“I—” Have no clue what to say. I interrupted some quality alone time and am left feeling stupefied. I am a lot less irritated, though. Definitely more horny.
I didn’t even get to see much, but there’s no mistaking it. Legs spread with a hand between them—my roommate was definitely playing with himself.
“Get out!” He tries to grab his blanket, but he’s lying on it and only ends up getting more flustered when he can’t free it. “Close the door.”
I do.
“No. I meant with you on the other side.”
“I didn’t see—”
“Logan, get out.”
I frown. “Baby, calm down. I—”
“Mmph.”
That noise shuts me up, has my work jeans feeling a little tighter as he falls back and his legs close around a stuffed animal that I’ve never seen on his bed before.
Pretty sure it’s supposed to be a dildo plushie.
He throws an arm over his eyes, hiding most of his face as a muffled sob has his chest shaking.
“Are you crying?” It’s hard to tell.
“No,” he mutters weakly. We both go quiet as he lies there completely still, his whole body wound tight.
I really didn’t see anything revealing. I get why he’s embarrassed. I probably would be if the roles were reversed, but with that big shirt and his socks, the stuffed animal—or dick—that’s half his size…
There’s a persistent sound that draws my attention. “What is that?”
He bites his lip, hard, and it’s not until I realize that he’s trying to keep from moaning that I move closer. With him silent, it makes it easier to hear the faint rhythmic noise coming from between his legs.
“A vibrator?” But it’s not exactly a buzz. It’s more like something mechanical.
He opens his mouth, probably to yell at me again, but all that comes out is a soft moan.
Fuck. I move a hand to my still-growing erection, giving it a squeeze to try and soothe the need to stroke.
“I’m gonna kill Liam.”
“What?” I’m instantly bothered that he’s even mentioning some other guy’s name right now. And I’m pretty sure the shirt is Nic’s—the size of it and some lame band logo tells me it’s at the very least not Baby’s. “What does Liam have to do with this? He’s the reason you’re—”
“No, you fuck—he gave me the loudest dildo in existence and now—oh, god.” He keeps the elbow over his eyes where it is and slides his free hand beneath the plushie. “Logan, please leave.”
“Why is Liam giving you dildos?”
The sound of my own voice cuts the thought off. It’s coming from his phone, the video I filmed for his pervy ass. I walk closer and look at the screen, watch my cock slide past his lips, and smile.
Alright. I suppose I can forgive him for bringing Liam up.
“Watching this is what turned you on.” I don’t have to ask, I know. I feel it. I caught the live show and came down his throat. “You look good with a dick in your mouth, huh?” With mine, anyway. “I was hoping it would—I’ve been imagining you getting off to this. Coming to the same image I did.”
It’s happened twice, and he didn’t get to come either time.
He lets out an airy sigh, his breathlessness too hard to hide now.
“You should let me watch, Baby.” I’m solid in my jeans, hard enough that I have no choice but to undo them.
“My good boy stuffing his hole, I gotta see that.” I smile, definitely teasing him, but meaning every word.
I move closer, cock in hand, and only barely manage to hold off stroking.
I want to wait, hold off until he gives me something pretty to look at.
“Come on, Baby,” I beg, not at all above it when he hesitates to give us both what we want. “Spread those legs for me.”
His arm slides across his face until all that’s left is a hand over his eyes, fingers spread so he can peek through them. “You want that?”
He’s so confusing sometimes. I don’t get why he’d even ask when there’s no way the answer could be anything but “Absolutely.”
He uncovers his face to grab a handful of the comforter at his side, eyes glued to my dick as he continues hiding his. “Please,” he whispers, and I know exactly what it is he’s asking for.
I give in easily—my resolve to wait crumbling just like that. He wants me to touch myself, and I’m all too happy to listen to this bossy boy—especially when he asks so sweetly. When I do, he rewards me with a groan like it’s him that I’m touching.
“Your turn.”
He looks upset until something I can’t see has him leaning his head back, his thighs squeezing tighter around the stuffed toy between them as he releases another groan. It’s hot, but the hesitation on his face demands my attention.
“Baby.” I grab his ankle and wait for him to focus. “If you really want me to go—”
“Lie down.” He pats his bed, the spot next to him, and ignores my frown. He’s definitely deflecting, trying to keep me from asking questions he doesn’t want to answer. “Please?”
I consider ignoring him, but it’s too sweet a word said in too delicate a voice to pass over.
So I kick off my boots—pretending I don’t see the dirt that falls off them—and undress quickly, not getting in bed with him until even my socks are off.
Baby reaches for me, pulls at my body until I’m by his side, and propping myself up on an elbow so I can lean over his face.
I bend down to kiss him—can’t imagine ever not doing exactly that when given the chance—and am somehow amazed that he doesn’t deny me. It still feels a little crazy that this is something we do now.
I know he’s deliberately hiding from me when he stops my hand from reaching for the shirt he’s wearing, but he doesn’t let me free my lips to ask why.
He’s too good at that, always preventing me from bringing the hard topics up—his dick included—but with every lick and breathy sigh, I’m less inclined to care.
I can feel his knee resting on my hip as he turns his body towards mine—that plushie now pressed against my dick as well—and don’t even realize where he’s moving my hand until my fingers find something moving.
This is something I’ve done before, so there’s no confusion as I grip the toy’s base and slowly start to drag it along his insides, making sure it never fully leaves him.
The movement feels a little awkward without being able to see what I’m doing, but it’s easy enough.
It’s not long before the shallow thrusts against the dildo’s own movements have him feeding me a string of quiet moans, each one making my cock throb.
When our lips finally part, I’m left staring at his blissed-out face in awe.
I’d give anything to slide into him right now, to let my dick take this fake one’s place and watch him come undone.
He’s just so… I have used toys on people before—vibrators usually—but this feels different. It feels like more.
His hooded eyes and rosy cheeks make me feel like the dumbest man alive. How could I have ever seen his face and not realized that he was mine?
“Harder,” he whispers, and the urge to snap my hips leaves me so frustrated I could yell. “Ah,” he quietly cries, and I’m worried I was too rough before he mutters, “Again.”
I place my forehead on his, too out of it to give him more of what he wants just yet. My arousal is becoming a nuisance, and watching his pretty face morph into a dazed smile doesn’t help.
His fingertips skim down my ribcage and leave a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
I know what he’s doing and still can’t keep from shuddering when he finally wraps his hand around me.
It’s almost too much. It takes me a second to get over the shock of just how good something so simple feels.
When I can finally think, I take his lead.
I move my hand as slowly as he moves his and time every thrust of the toy inside him with the strokes he gives my cock.
I honestly can’t tell if it’s the way he’s touching me or the noises he’s making that have me nearing the finish line too soon, but either way, I’m not ready for it to end. Not yet.
The pace picks up, his palm moving smoothly with the help of my precum, and I know I have to act now.
“Hey!” He looks adorably grumpy once I pull the dildo out and stop his hand from finishing me off.
“Sorry, Baby.” I let go of his wrist and move over him until he’s on his back, looking straight up at me. “I’d really rather come in a hole.”
He opens his mouth just as the pad of my thumb moves over his lip, and without even thinking, I slide it past his teeth and over his tongue. I hiss when he bites down, almost hoping he chooses his mouth again. Almost.
“Pick one.” I move the stuffed toy out of the way, ignoring the way he hurries to tug his shirt down when I do, and settle on top of him. It’s my veiled way of asking for his ass and giving him an out in case he’s not ready for that.
“Are you sure?”
“That I want to come with you wrapped around me?” I lean down to kiss the little frown right off his lips. “Just pick a hole, Baby.”
“I—yes. Okay, yeah.” He nods so that the tip of his nose brushes softly against mine. “The drawer has—” He’s jittery beneath me, literally shaking as he tries to get a complete sentence out.
It doesn’t fully hit me until I find the small box of condoms in the bedside drawer that he’s made his choice.
His nerves make it easier for me to feign confidence.
I don’t want him to be any more skittish than he already is—he really doesn’t need to be.
It’s just us. Everything we do feels natural, and I don’t see why this needs to be any different.