Chapter 23
CHAPTER 23
The window in the bedroom was shut, but the crooked blinds let dim light from the street streak in.
A rickety dresser sat against one wall, its top covered in stuff from life on the go—a dead cellphone, the screen smashed in a spiderweb pattern, a half-empty glass of water, some loose change and a new pack of gum, foil wrappers poking out like discarded confessions.
The bed dominated the room, the gray quilt was all messed up, the mattress sagging from too many restless nights. But Ethan waited there, sprawled out naked on the sheet, like one of those figures carved from marble and shadows. His sandy blond curls looked good against the white pillow, his flushed lips tipped up in an inviting grin that cast out and reeled Logan in.
Logan’s breath stopped as he took in the scene, and as he pulled off his t-shirt a buzz kicked up in his chest—half hype, half nerves.
His skin prickled in the chill air, nipples stiff as he climbed onto the bed.
Ethan’s grin widened, his arms hooking Logan’s waist, pulling them close—chest on chest, no gaps between them. “There you are,” he said, voice low and easy as he swung a leg over his thighs possessively, anchoring them together.
As Ethan’s hand cupped Logan’s cheek and his thumb brushed over the rough stubble on his jaw, there was an intimacy that sent sparks flaring along his spine.
Logan’s pulse quickened. The feel of Ethan’s skin was smooth under his fingers and as he grabbed his waist, it nearly undid him.
“Relax.” There was both invitation and command in Ethan’s tone, and as he tilted his head, his eyes darkened. They searched Logan’s face with a quiet intensity that made it harder to breathe, before he pressed their lips together.
The kiss started slowly, Ethan teasing Logan’s mouth open, tongue exploring. But when Logan surrendered, it deepened, his tongue sliding in, hot and rough.
It wasn’t just a kiss; it was an unraveling—it was letting go of all the stuff they held back: walls, stalling, whatever had kept them apart.
Logan groaned, both hands clamping Ethan’s back tightly before they dropped to his ass.
He kissed harder, teeth catching Ethan’s lip, then running his tongue over it. I want you so much.
Their breaths came fast, short gasps that fueled their heat. And when they pulled back, they were both breathing hard. Ethan kept his eyes focused on Logan as he slid down his body, lips brushing his neck and collarbone… a nipple.
Every kiss was Ethan feeling him out.
With the taste of Logan still on his tongue, he went lower. Tracing every ridge and plane of firm muscle with reverence, until he reached Logan’s navel. He paused there, swirling his tongue in teasing circles, that pulled a low moan from Logan’s throat.
“Fuck—”
It rumbled out, half want, half protest. “Not tonight,” he said, grabbing his head and pulling him up to meet his gaze. “Not like this.” His tone was steady, but he could sense his resolve was already beginning to fray.
Ethan frowned, giving a long sigh of frustration. “I’m fine… I know what I’m doing,” he insisted, brushing his floppy curls out of his face, then resting a hand lightly on Logan’s chest. “I want this.”
Logan’s resolve completely unraveled. “Okay,” he nodded, leaning in to capture Ethan’s lips with a kiss both tender and fierce all at once. Like he was sealing an unspoken agreement.
Ethan instantly rolled onto his stomach. Excitement made his pulse pound, and his breathing picked up. His want continued to rise as Logan moved behind him, and every shift and squeak of the mattress only heightened his nerves.
As Logan shifted to reach for the bedside table, the mattress dipped. There was a shush of drawers opening and closing and Ethan glanced back to catch his attention. “Bottom one,” he said, voice steady despite his nerves. “Everything we need is in there.”
Logan exhaled, then grabbed the small blue bottle of lube and a condom packet from the drawer. Setting them both down on top of the cabinet, his hand stilled, and he dropped his fingers loose.
What the fuck am I doing? Doubt kicked in, nerves flaring in his stomach like an unwanted intruder. But then he looked down at Ethan, and something shifted inside him.
He buried his concerns and with slow deliberation, began ghosting kisses along the length of Ethan’s spine. Each kiss was unhurried and planted with precision—a gentle exploration of flesh that sent sparks racing through Ethan’s body.
He shook a little, a quick breath slipping out as Logan’s fingers trailed over his hip and down his back. Each touch lingered, leaving a small imprint before he moved on, down, lower, the heat trailing in Ethan’s taut muscles until he reached the base of his spine.
Logan paused, nuzzling softly before he sat straight. His grip tightened, pulling Ethan’s hip close until they seemed to click.
His voice came low and soft. “Still sure?” he whispered.
Ethan clutched the bedsheet, his head tilted, eyes closing. Every touch, every kiss, felt real, no words needed. He turned, his gaze catching Logan’s. His cheeks were flushed, pupils blown wide. “Never been more sure about anything,” he said, pulse hammering as a small grin tugged his lips.
Logan breathed out, slow and easy, nodding only once as he took his time, slicking his fingers with lube.
“Fuck—” Ethan let out a low moan, eyes half-shut, as Logan eased in—first one finger, then two. He worked slowly, pulling gasps. “Fuck…” Ethan groaned again more deeply. His need was hitting hard now, and he shifted his hips. He wanted this. He wanted more… He wanted Logan to fucking take him.
Unable to hide his own arousal Logan let out a muffled cry. Ethan’s body was everything he’d imagined—taut muscles trembling, begging for more. He tore open the condom wrapper, rolling it down his shaft—his hand trembling slightly as he added more lube to them both.
His eyes devoured Ethan, his nostrils drinking in his musk scent until it made his head spin. Gripping his hip with one hand, his other caressed slowly over his back before tracing his waist and stomach. Then, guiding himself into place, he lined the tip of his cock with Ethan’s ass and gave a tentative thrust.
“You’re so fucking tight…” He pushed in, slow and sure, intense pleasure slamming him hard. It had been more than a while since he’d been with a guy, and with this being Ethan’s first time, it threw him.
“You feel good,” he said, going a little deeper.
Ethan buried his face in the pillow, hands fisting the sheet, a muffled hiss spilling out. He couldn’t deny it stung—sharp at first, then more of a burn—but his want silenced any cry that might make Logan stop.
He felt full, the ache heavy and overwhelming, but as the hurt eased, he settled into it—enjoying it.
Logan closed his eyes, then pushed all the way in to complete their connection. “You okay?” He ran a hand over Ethan’s back, kneading his shoulders, while taking him in—enjoying the sight of him.
“Mmm…” Ethan groaned as Logan eased back. It really ached, but it also felt incredible, and he’d craved it for far too long to even contemplate stopping now.
“Ahhh…” He tensed, sweat beading on his brow, as he cried a little louder.
Need took over, and Logan moved faster. His hands locked tightly around Ethan’s hips and keeping a steady beat, he went deep and hard.
The bed creaked much too loudly, but Logan was too turned on to hold back and finally he lost himself. “Mmm… I’m so fucking close,” he panted, breaths fast, thrusts sloppy.
Ethan was almost relieved as he concentrated on breathing. Each thrust was half pain, half pleasure, and though he didn’t want it to end, he was extremely thankful for their preparation. He would certainly feel this later.
Logan held his release, each thrust was hitting exactly the right spot for them both and he now reached down, a hand working Ethan’s cock in sync with his hips.
“Holy shit…” Ethan breathed as Logan’s hardness brushed his prostate, the intense sensation pushing him over the edge.
His release exploded, with rivulets of cum spilling onto the sheets beneath him. He wanted to collapse, but Logan held him firm, his own release coming fast.
“Fuck…” Logan growled. His climax was intense, and another shuddering groan spilled free. He leaned forward, keeping them connected as he savored every last pulse of their bond.
He eased out slowly and there was a light snap as he tied the condom and tossed it in the trash beside the bed. “Holy fuck… that was great,” he grinned.
He kissed Ethan’s shoulders, massaging them gently before he wiped them both with a towel from the chair, then flopped down next to him, arms wrapped tight, pulling him close in a warm, cocooning embrace.
Ethan remained quiet as he processed the moment—his body felt weird, and oddly empty, and he shivered a little. But eventually he turned, a smile breaking across his lips as he kissed Logan with a soft, lingering kiss.
“Thank you.” His fingers traced around the edges of Logan’s mouth. “I’m so glad you were my first.”
Logan offered a wide grin as he replied, “Me too.”
He kissed Ethan firmly, pulling him closer and draping a leg possessively over his thigh. “Now go to sleep,” he whispered, tucking Ethan’s head under his chin, and cradling him against his chest as exhaustion pulled them both under.