Chapter 23 Nathan
NATHAN
Iwake up to someone breathing in my ear.
I blink my eyes open slowly, feeling warmth surrounding me everywhere. Against my back. Along my neck. I glance down, see a hand curled low on my stomach, and realize I’m not alone.
Logan’s still here.
I blink down at his hand, warm and heavy against me. I’ve slept in the same hotel room as teammates a hundred times, but never like this. Never in the same bed. Never with someone’s arm draped over my waist and their breath brushing the back of my neck.
He must’ve fallen asleep after I did last night. I don’t remember when I closed my eyes, but I do remember how calm it felt.
His knee shifts slightly, and that’s when I feel his cock, hard against my ass, through the thin fabric of my pajama bottoms. His hand twitches slightly, his knuckles dragging against my skin, and a shiver crawls up my spine.
I glance over my shoulder. Logan’s still asleep, his curly blond hair a total mess, and his pretty mouth parted slightly as he breathes. There’s a crease along his cheekbone from where he must’ve been smashed against the pillow earlier, and I can’t help but stare.
He’s so fucking beautiful.
I should move. Probably should’ve moved ten minutes ago. But I don’t.
Because it feels… good.
Logan murmurs something into the pillow, then shifts and slides closer, nuzzling into my neck like it’s a reflex. A second later, his lips press softly to my skin. It’s not even a real kiss. Not really. Just a sleepy, subconscious brush of his mouth against my skin.
But it knocks the breath out of me anyway.
I shift a little, trying not to wake him, but his eyes crack open and blink a few times.
I turn onto my side and reach up, pushing the mess of curls off his forehead, my fingers lingering longer than they should.
He lets out a low hum, his arm tightening around my waist.
“Mornin’, Hayes,” he mumbles, his voice scratchy and deep, sending another shiver through me.
“Hey,” I say quietly.
He nudges his nose against my neck again, then grins. “You always this clingy in the morning?”
I scoff. “You’re literally wrapped around me right now.”
“And you were literally staring at me.”
My face heats. “I wasn’t staring.”
He hums like he doesn’t believe me—because I was, obviously—but doesn’t push it. Just stretches, his thigh sliding further between mine.
Fuck. That’s his cock. Hard. Pressed right up against my thigh.
His fingers twitch where they’re resting low on my stomach. “I like this,” he says, his voice still thick with sleep. “Waking up in your bed.”
I swallow. “Yeah?”
He nods, his lips brushing my skin again. “Yeah.”
There’s a beat where we just look at each other. Then his hand slides up, his palm splaying over my chest. He doesn’t say anything about how fast my heart’s going—but he’s gotta feel it.
He just leans in and kisses me, softly, slowly, and I melt into him, my eyes fluttering closed as his tongue brushes mine. But then his hips shift and my eyes fly open.
We both suck in a breath when our cocks brush, already half-hard, trapped between us. We move slowly, our hips rocking together, the friction so fucking good.
A groan slips out of me before I can stop it, and Logan grins against my mouth, rolling his hips again. His hand drags down to the back of my thigh, pulling my leg over his waist.
“Fuck,” I breathe, tilting my head back.
“You want more?” he asks, his breathy voice fanning against my throat as we grind together.
I nod, my hips jerking when he grinds against me again. “Show me. Please.”
His fingers catch my jaw, tipping my face back toward his. He kisses me again, deeper this time, slower. When he finally pulls back, he just looks at me, his gaze flicking over every inch of my face.
“You ever played with your ass before?”
I shake my head, heat rushing to my face. “No.”
He lets out a low chuckle. “Straight boys and their asses.”
The word hits something in me and I flinch. I don’t know why, but hearing him say the word straight twists something in my chest.
I thought I was straight for the longest time. But now—with him on top of me, my cock leaking and my whole body aching for his hands on me—I know I’m anything but.
“I don’t know if I’m going to like it,” I admit.
“That’s okay.” He presses a kiss to my jaw. “You still want it? You want to try?”
I nod, my heart pounding.
“We stop whenever you want. Just say the word and I’ll stop.”
His eyes flick down to where our legs are tangled in the sheets, both of us still wearing pajamas.
His fingers toy with the hem of my shirt for a second before he pulls it off over my head, tossing it somewhere behind him without looking. His gaze drops to my chest for half a second before meeting my eyes again, and the look there makes my throat go dry.
He shifts, sitting back on his heels. “You’re sure about this?”
For all his teasing, he still makes sure to ask if I want to continue, always checking up on me, and my heart thuds in my chest.
I nod. “Yeah.”
His mouth curves. “Then I’m gonna need these, too.” He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my flannel pants and slides them down my legs.
The fabric pools at my ankles, and suddenly I’m naked under his gaze, my skin prickling all over. Logan’s eyes move over me, drinking in every inch.
He pauses, glancing around, the smallest frown forming. “Shit,” he mutters under his breath, realizing he’s in my room and not his. “You don’t happen to—”
I swallow hard, my pulse kicking, and I reach for the drawer in my nightstand. Logan freezes, watching me pull out the small bottle of lube I bought a few days ago.
His lips lift into a smirk. “Well, well,” he says with a chuckle. “Looks like someone came prepared.”
I glare, my cheeks burning. “Shut up.”
He chuckles when he takes it from me. “Not judging, Hayes,” he says with a grin. “Just impressed.”
The sound of the cap snapping open fills the quiet between us.
“Lie on your back for me,” he says.
I swallow hard and do as he says, my legs sort of falling apart on their own, my heart pounding so loud I’m certain he can hear it.
He slides into place between my thighs like he’s been molded for that exact spot, his hands warm on my hips, his mouth claiming mine in a slow, hungry kiss that leaves me breathless.
He pulls back just far enough to look down at me, at my open legs, at how hard I already am for him, and something sparks in his eyes.
“Lift your legs for me,” he murmurs. “Let me see that pretty hole.”
My cock twitches from his words and I do as he says, lifting my legs in the air. Logan lets out a deep groan, hooks his arms under my thighs, and lifts them, settling my legs beside his shoulders so my body opens up for him.
“Fuck…” I breathe, the position making me feel exposed in a way that’s equal parts terrifying and intoxicating.
He smirks down at me, running his hands along the backs of my thighs. “Yeah. Just like that. Look at you.” He adjusts me slightly, angling me so he can look at me. “Perfect position. God, Nathan, you have no idea how good you look right now.”
He slicks his fingers with lube, keeping his gaze locked on mine as his fingers finally reach lower, teasing at the place I’ve never let anyone touch before. My breath catches as he circles one slick finger over my entrance.
“Deep breath,” he says softly.
His fingers are warm and slick and when he presses the first one against me, I tense slightly, but don’t pull away.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Just let me in.”
The tip of his finger slips past the tight ring of muscle and my breath hitches. The pressure is strange but not bad, not with the way he keeps talking me through it.
“You’re doing so good,” he says, leaning down to kiss my throat. “So fucking good for me, baby.”
The praise sends a jolt through me and I let out a whimper.
Fuck. I didn’t mean to. It just slips out.
He chuckles softly, kissing the side of my neck.
“Tell me how it feels.”
I gasp, shaking my head, too overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through my body. “I don’t know… strange. But also—fuck—good. Weird good.”
He smiles against my skin. “That’s what I like to hear.”
A second finger joins the first, and my breath catches. He pauses, kissing my shoulder again, letting me adjust.
“You okay?”
I nod too fast, barely managing words. “Yeah. Just… don’t stop.” I know I’m begging, and I don’t even care.
He moves slowly, watching every inch of my reaction. My breath catches as he works his fingers in deeper. The stretch burns, but it’s also blindingly good, especially when he crooks his fingers just right. My hips jerk, chasing the feeling before I can stop myself and a loud moan rips out from me.
“Holy fuck.” A needy, desperate whimper leaves my lips when he hits a spot inside me that makes me see stars.
“Shhh,” Logan laughs, pressing his other hand to my mouth. “You keep moaning like that and the guys will know what we’re up to in here.”
“Jesus,” I choke when he pulls his hand away from my mouth, barely able to breathe as his fingers hit that spot again, lighting up my body. “What the fuck—”
“That’s your prostate,” Logan tells me, grinning as he rubs that spot again. “Feels fucking amazing, huh?”
I nod, my muscles squeezing around him involuntarily, and he groans under his breath. “God, that’s so fucking hot.”
He curls his fingers again and I shudder, my mouth falling open in another moan.
“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes drifting to where his fingers disappear inside me. “Spread those legs a little more. Let me see everything.”
I open my legs even more, lifting them until they crush my chest, wanting everything from him.
“You’re gripping me so tight,” he grits out. “Fuck. I can’t wait to see you take more.”
He leans down and his mouth trails down my body, pressing a sloppy wet kiss to my nipple, kissing down my stomach, licking the line of hair below my navel before bending down and sucking the head of my cock into his mouth.