Chapter 8
CHAPTER 8
Logan’s hands felt firm as they moved over Ethan’s body. “Let’s do this,” he whispered, his grin was wicked and one that promised trouble, the kind of trouble Ethan had craved for months.
They could hear the distant clang of weights and occasional muffled grunts coming from somewhere else in the building, but the world seemed to narrow to just the two of them.
Logan’s lips met Ethan’s with a soft, commanding touch. It wasn’t just a kiss, it was a claiming.
Ethan melted into it, his hands instinctively clutching Logan’s shoulders, fingers curling into the muscles that felt solid under his touch.
Their tongues tangled, a rhythm building between them that was both unhurried and devastatingly intimate. Every touch left a trail of fire in its wake, the roughness of Logan’s hands dragging over skin as they traced the hard ridges of muscle with a reverence that made Ethan feel seen in a way he hadn’t been seen before.
“Oh—” The gasp tore from his throat before he could stop it, and his head snapped back as the jolt ripped through him.
The kiss broke, but Logan didn’t pull away.
Holy fuck, this is real.
His cheeks flushed at how easily Logan had unraveled him, but beneath the embarrassment lay something deeper. His head spun, and he felt weightless and vulnerable all at once, caught between wanting to give in completely and trying to hold himself together.
Arousal surged through him—sharp and insistent—and he realized with mounting desperation that he was already teetering on the edge.
His balls tightened, anticipation coiling inside him like a spring wound too tight.
Not yet. Not when he’s giving you what you want.
Ethan squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head as if it might clear the haze clouding his thoughts. It was useless. How the hell could he think straight when Logan was right there in front of him, stripped bare in every sense of the word?
For weeks—hell, maybe longer—he’d fantasized about this moment.
And now it wasn’t just fantasy. It was real.
Logan noticed the shift in Ethan’s expression and tilted his head slightly, his sharp eyes softening with something like concern—or maybe it was curiosity. “Hey,” he said quietly, brushing a strand of hair away from Ethan’s face with surprising gentleness given how commanding he’d been moments ago. “You still with me?”
Ethan blinked, startled by how tender Logan sounded. “Y-yeah,” he stammered, clearing his throat and trying again. “Yeah… I just—” He exhaled slowly, struggling to find words that didn’t make him sound wrecked already.
Logan’s lips quirked into a grin, not the cocky smirk of earlier but something softer. “Just what?” he prompted, leaning in until their foreheads touched.
“I’m just… trying not to lose it before we start,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
That earned another chuckle. “Relax,” Logan pulled back, eyes focused on Ethan’s face—jaw tight as every muscle strained to hold it together.
He knew Ethan was barely hanging on, and damn if that didn’t make it sweeter. “Lay down on your chest.”
“What?” Ethan looked up, confusion flashing across his face as though Logan had just spoken another language. “Lay down?”
Logan didn’t answer, not right away. He simply raised a brow and tilted his head toward the bench.
And just like that, Ethan obeyed.
He moved slowly at first, his body betraying the storm of nerves coursing through him as he stretched out on the wooden bench.
His cock throbbed painfully against the unforgiving slats, trapped awkwardly in a position that felt both unbearable and maddeningly good all at once. He shifted around, trying to find relief, but it only made things worse. The gaps weren’t wide enough to offer escape, and that left him achingly hard and utterly at their mercy.
A groan slipped out and his hips jerked involuntarily.
“You alright?” Logan’s voice was like a cool breeze in the heat.
“Yeah,” Ethan rasped, nodding fast. “Yeah, I’m good.” His body tensed as Logan’s hand smoothed over his back, trailing down his sides, then dipping to his stomach.
He repositioned Ethan—head down, ass high, vulnerable in so many ways.
The heat was oppressive, and sweat beaded on Ethan’s brow. He reminded himself he should have grabbed a bottle of water, but no way was he standing up to get it now.
“Put your dick in your hand,” Logan commanded.
Ethan swallowed. He felt ridiculous, and awkward, and yet so fucking turned on he could barely think. He hesitated, then complied, his fingers trembling slightly at the heat of his own grip.
Logan’s hand guided him with slow, deliberate pressure. “You sure you still want to do this?” he checked. “No going back once we start. I need you to be sure.”
For a split second, doubt flickered—would Logan hold back like he’d warned, or would they go all the way?
Ethan wanted it, every rough, messy second of it.
“Yeah,” he choked out. “God, yeah, I want it so fucking much.” His entire body shook, pre-cum already slicking his palm as he fought to prove he could handle whatever Logan threw at him.
Logan’s expression turned predatory. One hand teased Ethan’s ass, fingers brushing his hole and sending a shiver up his spine. His other hand tightened around Ethan’s, forcing him to squeeze harder as they pumped their hands together—slow, tight, relentless.
“Fuck… that’s good,” Ethan groaned, hips twitching despite his best efforts.
Logan’s own hardness pressed into the small of Ethan’s back, hot and insistent, a tease of what was to come and Ethan couldn’t resist rubbing against it, coaxing a muffled groan followed by a sharp slap to his ass.
“Cut that out,” Logan chuckled, delivering another slap as he quickened the pace, only to suddenly withdraw his hand.
Ethan twisted, panic flaring.
“Did I tell you to stop? I want you to make yourself cum.”
“No, please… I want you to do it,” Ethan begged, his hand faltering as he tried to slow the inevitable. He wasn’t ready to let this end, determined to prove he could last, even as his balls tightened. The bench creaked beneath him, the air thick with the scent of sweat and lust. “I can’t hold on,” he groaned, his free hand clawing the bench for leverage.
“Be a good boy,” Logan purred, his breath hot on Ethan’s neck, “and keep going. But don’t cum yet, I’ve got a surprise for you.”
Ethan’s mind raced, the sound of movement behind him fueling his frenzy. “Logan…” he panted, “whatever you have planned, I want it. Every night, I’ve been dreaming of doing this with you.”
Logan raked his eyes over Ethan’s body sprawled before him—toned muscle glistening with sweat, hand working himself in a steady, frantic rhythm. Fucking gorgeous , he thought, his own cock hardening with fierce intensity.
He’d never been someone’s first, and memories of his own first time flashed through his mind. Devon was the first time he’d been with a man and he’d been patient, easing him into it with strong hands and soft words. That was before things got rough.
The bar hookups that followed were quick and dirty, and devoid of emotional ties. He made sure to keep that side of him locked away from work and family. But Ethan? Ethan was different. Ethan was too real, and it gnawed at him with a volatile blend of exhilaration and dread.
He’d come prepared and unrolling a towel on the bench, he revealed a bottle of lube and a thick black plug that made his pulse kick up.
He slicked his fingers, then drizzled the warmed liquid down Ethan’s crack.
“Oh God…” Ethan convulsed, a groan roaring from his throat as the oil seeped around his hole, slick and invasive. It ignited every nerve in his body. “Fuck… what are you doing to me?”
“You like that?” Logan teased, watching Ethan’s face twist, half frown, half bliss.
“Oh, yeah…” Ethan breathed. “Please, just fuck me. I can take it?—”
A firm reprimand cut him off. “No,” Logan growled, “we’re doing it my way. Now, hold still.”
Ethan frowned, disappointment flickering, but he obeyed, slowing his strokes to stave off the orgasm clawing at him. His cock wept thick beads of pre-cum, his balls ready to explode if he didn’t release soon.
He bit his lip hard, determined to please Logan—to show he wasn’t some kid who’d blow too fast.
Logan worked the lube deeper, circling him with a finger before sliding it inside, slow and deliberate, stretching him open.
“Oh… my… Fuck!” Ethan gasped, chest heaving as Logan drove him to the brink. The intrusion burned, then bloomed into something else—deep and overwhelming.
His composure unraveled completely as a second finger joined the first, and Ethan’s moan stretched long and raw, echoing off the walls. “Fuck… I’m gonna cum. I can’t hold it?—”
His hand sped up as his body begged for release.
Logan grinned as he fucked Ethan with his fingers. “See why we didn’t rush,” he rasped. “Don’t cum yet. I have one more thing for you.”
“I can’t—” Ethan’s body was slick with sweat, every muscle taut as he fought the inevitable.
Logan withdrew his fingers and added more lube. “Just breathe, you’re doing good.” He kept his voice low and coaxing as he pressed the plug against his entrance. His own cock pulsed as Ethan’s groans pushed him to the edge.
Ethan faltered, craning to look, eyes wide. “What the hell is that?”
“Relax,” Logan soothed. “It’s a toy.” He adjusted Ethan’s position, lifting his hips higher. “You ready?”
“I guess…” Ethan nodded, and despite the nerves in his gut, he surrendered completely. Release washed over him, hot cum spilling across the towel in thick spurts as every muscle locked tight.
Logan eased the toy past the resistance, sliding it home slow and deep. “Good boy,” he growled with approval as he admired the sight of Ethan trembling, spent but still hungry.
“Fuck!” Ethan moaned, loudly. The fullness felt different from what he’d expected. It was a strange ache.
“Feels good, right?” Logan rubbed his back, soothing him as their eyes met.
Ethan nodded, a shy smile breaking through the haze. “Yeah… it does.”
Logan pulled him into his lap, kissing him fiercely, hands roaming his sweat-slicked chest then leaned back, propped on his elbows and groaned. “Not your first blowjob, is it?” His hand gripped Ethan’s curls, guiding him forward with a firm pull.
“Once,” he admitted, recalling the fuzzy memory. “Green-Team, with Adam. Drunk. He said I was great.”
“Show me,” Logan challenged.
Ethan pressed his lips against Logan’s erection, and heat seared inside him. The plug felt strange, a weighted sensation that sent a thrill through him. He took Logan deep, sucking with confidence.
Logan inhaled, hips bucking as Ethan worked him.
“Fuck—that’s good,” he moaned, grip tight, driving himself deeper until he exploded, hot and thick, down Ethan’s throat. “Damn,” he panted, cradling Ethan’s face, thumbs brushing his jaw. “Adam wasn’t wrong.”
Ethan wiped his chin and offered a grin as Logan caught his breath. His own cock twitched, already hardening. He was insatiable.
Logan laughed, a rough, warm sound. “Never seen anyone this eager.” He pulled Ethan back into his lap, teasing the ring on the plug enough to make him squirm. “Leave it in tonight but take it out before we spin up tomorrow.”
Ethan nodded, kissing him hard, tongues clashing. “What’s next?” he asked, still buzzing from the experience.
“We’ll pick up where we left off when we’re back,” Logan promised. “But this stays away from work. Cross that line, and it’s over. Understand?”
“I promise,” Ethan vowed, his hands tangled in Logan’s hair, pulling him closer. “I’d never jeopardize this. I’ve wanted it too long—even when you yelled at me in training.”
Logan’s expression softened before becoming serious again. “Tomorrow’s important—intel suggests it could be risky. We can’t lose focus out there. This…” He tugged the plug as a gentle reminder. “This is just between us. After tonight, we lock it down.”
“I understand,” Ethan replied, his expression serious. “I won’t let you down—not here, not out there.” He leaned in, kissing Logan more slowly this time, savoring his taste and the roughness of his stubble. “Just don’t end this. Please.”
Logan smirked, then gently bit Ethan’s lip. “Not planning to, just as long as you stick to the rules.” He glanced at his watch with a sigh. “Come on, we need to clean up. We’ve got to go.”