Chapter 6 #13
Logan surged forward, gladly. It was a bit awkward with their height difference, bodies pressed together, noses brushing, but he didn’t care. He found Adrian’s mouth, kissed him with a hunger he hadn’t known he possessed. Their lips slid together, soft and wet, breath catching between them.
As they kissed, Logan began to move his hips—slowly at first, just testing the rhythm, his cock grinding against Adrian’s through the fabric. He groaned, the sensation almost too much—the friction, the pressure, the heat between them.
“Fuck,” he gasped into Adrian’s mouth. “You feel so good…”
Adrian’s legs wrapped loosely around his waist, heels pressing into the small of Logan’s back, urging him on. Their cocks rubbed together, the damp fabric clinging to them, creating a friction that made Logan’s spine arch and Adrian’s hands dig into his skin.
The pace stayed slow, tentative, reverent. Logan buried his face in Adrian’s neck, his lips brushing his skin with every breath, every moan. Adrian held him tightly, one hand sliding over Logan’s back, palm gliding over the sweat-slicked skin of his back, fingers splayed over trembling muscles.
“You’re doing so good,” Adrian whispered, his voice rough and broken. “Just like that…”
Logan’s hips rocked harder now, more instinct than thought, grinding them together with growing urgency. The air between them was hot and heavy, every inch of their bodies straining to be closer, to disappear into one another.
Adrian was panting, his moans sharp and rhythmic, his hands everywhere—waist, back, shoulders, hair—as if he couldn’t decide where to hold Logan, so he held all of him at once.
Logan’s voice cracked. “I’m gonna come—I can’t—”
“Me too,” Adrian moaned, wrapping both arms around Logan’s shoulders, crushing him close. “Harder, Lo. Please.”
Logan rocked into him one last time, their cocks pressing together just right, and then he came with a shuddering cry, his whole body locking against Adrian’s as the wave of release crashed over him.
Adrian followed seconds later, his breath catching in his throat, his back arching, his voice breaking open in a low, desperate groan.
And then, stillness.
The sound of the waves returned slowly, soft and distant, as if the world had held its breath for them and was only now exhaling.
Logan collapsed over Adrian’s chest, boneless and trembling, face buried in the crook of his neck. Adrian’s arms wrapped around him again, gently this time, stroking the back of his head, fingers tracing through damp curls.
Neither of them spoke.
They didn’t need to.
They just held each other, breathing in sync, hearts pounding in time—closer now than they had ever been.
“Fuck. I didn’t know it could feel like that,” he whispered eventually, his voice muffled against Adrian’s chest.
Adrian smiled. “That was amazing.”
Logan grinned, lips brushing against Adrian’s skin. “Worth the laundry? Because I only wore those boxers for, what, an hour? And now I need a new pair.”
Adrian chuckled, fingers tracing lazy lines along Logan’s spine. “I’d wait through forty loads of laundry if it meant more time like that with you.”
“Oh, stop with the sappy stuff,” Logan groaned, though the way he kissed Adrian’s chest betrayed how much he liked hearing it.
He slowly peeled himself off the bed, wobbly on his feet, and padded toward the bathroom. A moment later, he returned with a damp face towel and two pairs of clean boxers. He wiped himself down with quick, sleepy swipes, then mumbled, “I can’t do a shower now. I’m about to fall asleep standing.”
Boxers changed, he turned to Adrian, still sprawled on the bed in the hazy aftermath. Logan knelt beside him, gently pressing the warm towel into Adrian’s hand, then set the clean boxers beside him like an offering.
Adrian raised a brow at the towel now discarded on the floor. “Seriously?”
“Clean tomorrow,” Logan said with a half-smile, already sliding under the covers. He pulled Adrian in without hesitation, wrapped around him like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Let’s sleep,” he murmured, voice already dissolving into the edges of sleep.
Within seconds, his breathing slowed, deepened, a soft snore curling into the silence as he held Adrian to his chest.
Adrian didn’t move for a long time. He just lay there, listening to Logan’s heartbeat, one arm draped over his waist, lips barely grazing the edge of his collarbone. There, in the stillness, Adrian closed his eyes and let himself enjoy.
He fucking kissed Logan Vaughn today.
He fucking made out with Logan Vaughn today.
He had Logan Vaughn touching him today, until they both unraveled.
Life had never felt this bright.
The light creeping in through the wooden blinds was pale and diffused, soft enough to not wake them harshly.
The smell of the sea slipped in with it, faint but familiar.
Logan stirred first, groaning into Adrian’s shoulder, then blinking up at the ceiling like he wasn’t entirely sure where he was, until he looked down and saw Adrian, already watching him.
“Hey,” Adrian said softly, brushing a thumb beneath Logan’s eye.
Logan yawned. “Hey.”
For a while, they just lay there, limbs tangled, the silence easy now, like it had finally stopped needing to be filled.
Adrian reached up to smooth his hand through Logan’s tousled hair, a faint smile on his lips. “You snore,” he commented.
“Shut up,” Logan replied, though a grin spread across his face as he closed his eyes again, filled with warmth for Adrian.
“Are... are you okay?” Adrian felt it necessary to check in after last night.
Logan opened one eye, still smiling at Adrian, looking satisfied, and nestled close to him. “I’m perfect,” he sighed, running a hand along Adrian’s side, causing goosebumps where his skin was touched.
“I have something on my heart,” Adrian confessed after several minutes. “I have been ready to tell you that yesterday and… well, we got a little distracted last night.” His voice was tender and careful.
Logan was alert in an instant, pulling up slightly from Adrian’s chest, alarm flickering in his eyes. “Is something wrong?”
“No, no,” Adrian said quickly, sitting up against the headboard. He reached out and cupped Logan’s face in both hands. “We’re okay. I promise. I didn’t mean to worry you. I just need to say a few things. I need to get it off my chest, and it’s... about last night, too. Why I left.”
Logan searched his face for a beat, then nodded. “Okay,” he said quietly. “Bathroom. Two minutes.”
When Logan came back, Adrian rose wordlessly and padded into the bathroom. By the time he returned, the room was flooded with morning light—bright enough to sting their eyes, so he closed the blinds a bit, letting it be dimmed with just a few rays of the morning sun.
Adrian stood by the bed, “Can I hold you while I tell it?” Adrian asked, his voice quieter now.
“You’re scaring me,” Logan replied, he was beneath the covers, turning toward Adrian without hesitation. He opened his arms like a quiet invitation, and Adrian slipped in beside him, their bodies meeting again in the middle of the bed like magnets remembering how to touch.
Logan reached up, rested his hand on Adrian’s cheek, light but steady. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “I’m here.”
Adrian hesitated, his voice heavy with something raw and unspoken.
“They’ve been with me through so much,” he began, the words slow and deliberate, each one heavy with the weight of years.
“Dean, Tom, and I… we shared everything. Missions, training, even the little moments in between. For years, we lived in each other’s shadows.
They became my family, more than my own in some ways.
We’ve been through wars, operations… things I can’t even begin to explain.
I spent almost every moment, awake or asleep, with them. ”
Logan stayed silent, his fingers brushing lightly over Adrian’s cheek, encouraging him to keep talking.
“They stood by me,” Adrian continued, his voice fracturing, the pain unmistakable. “Even when… when everything fell apart, and I couldn’t even stand under my own weight, they stayed. You can’t just… put that aside, you know? I owe them. I owe them so much.”
Adrian’s voice faltered, and Logan, his heart twisting, pressed gently, “When what? Adrian, when what?”
Adrian’s body seemed to shrink in the dark, curling in on itself. “It’s a long story,” he murmured, and Logan heard the fear in his words, the fear of losing something fragile, something new.
“You don’t have to,” Logan said softly, his hand never leaving Adrian’s face, his thumb brushing a reassuring line along his jaw. “But I want to hear it. I want to know. I’m here, Adrian.”
Adrian closed his eyes, the pull of Logan’s unwavering presence anchoring him. There was a storm inside him still, but in Logan’s arms, it felt possible—if only for this moment—to ride the wave to its end. And maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t be left alone on the other side.
Adrian’s voice was low, steady at first, but every word carried the weight of something unrelenting.
“I was a commander, Seren rank. It’s like a lieutenant in the Navy.
I think. I led an elite commando unit in the special forces.
Tom was at the same rank as me, and Dean was my second.
We worked together like a well-oiled machine.
Years of training, missions, and trust. On this particular day, it was just another drill.
Routine, really. We were running an operation, coordinating with the air force, attacking from the sea. Everything had to be seamless.”
He paused, his breath hitching, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for a lifeline. Logan remained silent, watching Adrian’s hands tremble as though the memory was something tangible, clawing its way back.