Chapter 50
CHAPTER 50
The bedroom bore none of the earlier chaos. Shadows danced across the walls, their inky movements a reflection of the flickering moonlight filtering through the half-drawn curtains.
Ethan now stood at the edge of the bed, his muscular shoulders illuminated in the glow outside, every muscle taut and defined as he moved with quiet purpose. Minor bruises marred his flesh—a shadowy bloom across his cheekbone and a faint purpling along his temple, evidence of what he’d survived tonight.
His white boxers clung to his hips as he leaned forward, smoothing out the quilt with methodical precision. His fingers tugged at corners until they lay flat, as though restoring order to the bed could somehow erase the disorder that had rippled through their evening.
Logan lounged against the pillows, bare-chested and at ease, the operator’s usual vigilance momentarily set aside. His dog tags caught the light every so often, the faint metallic glint contrasting against his tanned skin. A lazy smile curled his lip as his eyes tracked Ethan’s movements with an intensity that made the room feel warmer.
Reaching out, he grabbed Ethan by the hand and pulled him into his lap. “You don’t know what you do to me,” he said, resting his palm on the curve of Ethan’s ass. His touch was firm yet gentle, as his fingers traced slow circles over the taut white fabric.
“I might have some idea, Master Chief,” Ethan replied, emphasizing Logan’s rank with a playfulness that was entirely inappropriate given the circumstances and a reminder of boundaries crossed and rules broken.
Logan exhaled as his other hand grazed down Ethan’s spine, each touch leaving a trail of heat that seemed to seep into his bones. “You feel that?” he murmured, grinding subtly to emphasize his point. “That’s what you do to me.”
Ethan swallowed as an involuntary pulse shot through him. Wearing only his shorts, it was impossible to ignore how quickly he responded to Logan’s touch. His cock twitched against the fabric, swelling fast as he let out what bordered on a moan. “Oh God…” The words slipped from his lips as Logan continued to explore with maddening patience along the crease of his ass.
“Not God,” Logan chuckled, his voice husky with want. “Just a man who’s breaking every regulation in the book for you.”
He tightened his grip and lowered Ethan back onto the bed. “Stay right where you are,” he commanded, the authority in his voice unmistakable.
Ethan hesitated but obeyed, bracing himself against the mattress as Logan’s hands moved with newfound purpose. The sudden tug of fabric sliding down caught him off guard—the elastic waistband biting briefly before giving way entirely.
He kicked away his shorts and now fully naked he could sense Logan’s eyes focused on him.
“Are you just going to stare at me all night?” he teased, “or is this some new tactical assessment?”
The light from the window painted him in shades of silver and shadow, accentuating every dip and rise of muscle across his lean frame. “You’re fucking perfect,” Logan replied, the words spoken with quiet reverence as he trailed one hand up Ethan’s thigh. “When you look this good… Can you blame me?”
Ethan sucked in a sharp breath and as Logan’s fingers ghosted over his abs he bit back a groan.
Logan continued stroking him, slow enough to tease but steady enough to drive him inch-by-inch toward insanity. His hands clenched against the mattress as pleasure coiled low in his stomach.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice barely more than a rasp, hips bucking forward instinctively.
It drew a wicked smile from Logan as he pressed another kiss on his chest. “We’ve got a couple of hours before we need to head in,” he whispered. “I plan to make every minute count.”
Ethan was all muscle and heat, and for a fleeting moment, an ache flared deep in Logan’s chest—a buried longing that whispered, I want him inside me. But now wasn’t about him. Now was about Ethan—about dragging every ounce of pleasure from him until he unraveled completely.
He pressed his bare chest flush against Ethan’s and the contact was electric.
Skin met skin, heat radiating between them as he buried his face against the crook of Ethan’s neck.
“You’re killing me.” Logan inhaled deeply, and nuzzled closer, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below his ear.
Ethan shuddered, his hips jerking upwards, words broken into fragments between gasps. “Logan… stop… stop fucking teasing me.”
“Is that an order, Petty Officer?” Logan asked, deliberately using Ethan’s rank as he slowed his pace, letting his hand glide up his torso until his fingers found a nipple.
He rolled it between thumb and forefinger before giving it a sharp twist. A strangled cry tore from Ethan’s throat as his entire body jolted, lightning bolts of pleasure mingling with just enough pain to make it intoxicating.
With a growl born of frustration, he twisted from under Logan and sat back against the pillows. His chest heaved as he sucked in air, his eyes darkened with lust, vulnerability swallowed by desire. “I’ve wanted this since my first mission briefing,” he admitted as he reached out to cup Logan’s face, his thumb brushing the stubble along his jawline with surprising gentleness.
Logan stilled, guilt flickering in his eyes as they dipped to the bruise marring his cheekbone. “I’m?—”
“Hey…” Ethan cut him off, tilting Logan’s chin until their eyes met. “I’m fine.” A small smile tugged at his lips as he added in a lighter tone, “Now come here and fuck me.”
He slid his hand to the back of Logan’s neck and tugged him down into a kiss that started slowly but quickly deepened into something hungrier. Their lips parted, tongues tangling as if they were trying to devour each other whole.
Logan broke first, his tongue flicking over one nipple before closing his mouth around it entirely—sucking enough to leave a mark before biting down.
“Jeezus—” Ethan hissed as his back arched up off the bed, his hands fisting the sheets.
“I think you like that,” Logan smirked.
“Smug bastard,” Ethan muttered, reaching up to pinch one of Logan’s nipples, twisting it sharply before letting go. “Payback,” he said when Logan let out an involuntary groan.
Logan leaned over and rummaged through the bedside drawer for lube and condoms. “Someone’s keen,” he teased, setting the items on the edge of the bed before straightening up.
“Said the man who’s been hard since he walked through the door,” Ethan shot back, letting his gaze drop to where Logan was already aching for him.
Logan looked down at Ethan with intensity. His muscular frame was silhouetted against the dim light. His chest rose and fell with deliberate breaths, each one a silent battle against the conflict inside him. Guilt still nipped at the edges of his mind, a reminder of promises broken and regulations shattered, but then… there was Ethan, sprawled before him, lean muscle beneath sun-kissed skin, strength and vulnerability melded into one irresistible force.
“We’re playing with fire,” he muttered.
Ethan licked his lips, a simple gesture that made Logan’s stomach clench. “Been through worse,” he replied, propping himself up on his elbows, his thighs falling open in an invitation impossible to ignore. “Remember Fallujah?”
“It’s not that simple. This isn’t combat,” Logan exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “This... us… it could end both our careers.” He moved forward until he was kneeling between Ethan’s legs.
“And yet here we are,” Ethan continued, reaching out to skim the tips of his fingers over Logan’s stomach. “You’ve got that look… like you’re trying to talk yourself out of wanting me.” He arched an eyebrow. “Right now, the only mission is you and me.” His hand lingered, palm flat against Logan’s chest. “Beyond these walls doesn’t exist right now. It’s just us in here.”
The simplicity of those words hit Logan hard, not because they were profound, but because they carried a conviction that left no room for doubt. For once, someone wasn’t asking him to be anything other than who he was.
“We’ll figure it out,” Ethan promised, his grin turning mischievous as he lunged forward with surprising agility, grabbed Logan by the shoulders, and flipped them both over.”
“Christ,” Logan sputtered as Ethan straddled him triumphantly. “Using those CQC skills against me, huh?”
“You love it,” Ethan replied before crashing their mouths together.
Logan hissed as pleasure shot through him. His hips bucked involuntarily, meeting Ethan’s with force. “You’re so goddamn hot when you’re like this.” He let out a loud laugh that quickly turned into another groan as Ethan began working his way lower—tongue dragging along every ridge of his torso like he was memorizing him through touch alone.
Every nerve screamed for release as Ethan took his cock into his mouth.
“Christ—” he growled, one hand fisting curls while the other clawed at the sheets. “Not yet,” he rasped, rolling them over again.
He reached for the lube and squirted it onto his fingers. He then lifted Ethan’s hips, working the cream between his cheeks before he slipped in a single finger, then two, scissoring and stretching. “You ready?” he asked, taking in the way Ethan’s entire body reacted to the intrusion.
“Do it,” Ethan groaned, then shut his eyes as two large fingers probed inside him.
Logan withdrew, then reached for the condom he’d placed on the bed, tore the wrapper with his teeth, and quickly rolled it on with practiced efficiency. He then sank back against the pillows and beckoned Ethan to straddle his waist. His eyes never left Ethan’s face, watching every flicker of anticipation.
Ethan lifted himself up, then eased down onto Logan’s erection with a gasp of pleasure that echoed through the room. The thick head pressed against his entrance before breaking through in a wave of blissful pain. “Fuck—” he swallowed his groan.
It was as if all the air rushed out of his lungs as Logan claimed him entirely.
It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, and pure ecstasy coursed through every fiber of his being.
“Take your time,” Logan soothed, feeling Ethan tense and release around him. “We’ve got all night.”
Sweat beaded on both their brows as they moved together. Ethan gazed at Logan and every time he slammed down it felt like an electric current was shooting up his spine.
Their movements became a frenzy; lips parted in silent desperation while they sought release together amidst a tangle of limbs and erratic breathing.
“I’m going to cum,” Logan sat up, then as he kissed Ethan’s neck he closed his eyes and spilled into the condom.”
The sensation pushed Ethan over the edge. His head tipped back, release washing through him as he released his own warm streaks onto Logan’s chest, marking him in a way that felt both intimate and unabashedly raw.
“Shit... I’m sorry,” he panted, legs visibly shaking as he collapsed forward.
Logan smiled, a lazy curve of his lips, his hand tracing languid patterns across Ethan’s abs. “Nothing to be sorry about.” He pressed a simple kiss to his temple then untangled himself and rolled off the bed.
He padded toward the bathroom, returning a moment later with a towel to find Ethan sprawled out on the bed, looking both sated and slightly dazed.
Kneeling down beside him, he began to wipe him clean, his touch careful and unhurried. The silence was comfortable, broken only by the quiet rustle of fabric against skin. Logan then slid under the covers and pulled Ethan against his side—the two men slotting together like pieces of a puzzle.
Ethan draped an arm possessively over Logan’s chest, curling his leg around his thigh as if tethering him there. He tilted his face up just enough to press a soft kiss to Logan’s jaw then sighed deeply, releasing all the tension that had built up inside him.
“Whatever happens tomorrow,” he whispered, “this was worth it.”