Chapter September 18, 2018—Palawan, Philippines—A Month Later #7
Adrian, still catching his own breath, sat back on his knees. A sly smile tugged at his swollen lips. “Glad I’ve found a new way to shut you up,” he teased, though his voice was rough, his body visibly vibrating with tension.
Logan’s smirk faltered as he opened his eyes and truly saw Adrian—his hair a wild halo around his flushed face, his lips plump and red from taking Logan so deeply, from swallowing him whole.
The realization gutted Logan, leaving him raw.
His gaze dropped lower, to where Adrian’s boxer briefs clung to him, his arousal impossible to ignore.
The sight of it, straining against the fabric, was magnetic, pulling Logan’s gaze to it with the inevitability of gravity.
Logan’s tongue darted out to wet his lips. “I—” he began, but Adrian cut him off quickly, almost too quickly, the words tumbling out in a rush.
“You don’t have to do anything,” Adrian said, his voice tinged with something like panic, a vulnerability that made Logan’s chest ache. “I’ll take care of it. I can even just step outside and—”
“Why would you go outside?” Logan asked, his brow furrowing, his voice steady but curious. The afterglow of his orgasm softened his edges, but something in Adrian’s frantic suggestion didn’t sit right.
Adrian hesitated, his shoulders tensing. “I know it was your first time, and I… I don’t want you to feel overwhelmed or freak out,” he admitted, his words quiet, almost as if he was bracing himself.
Logan stared at him, the pieces clicking into place, and his heart squeezed at the thought of Adrian holding himself back, of thinking he had to.
“I’ll only freak out if you go outside,” Logan said, his voice firm and laced with tenderness.
He pushed himself up to his knees, closing the distance between them until they were face to face.
“And let me remind you that it was definitely not our first time.”
Adrian groaned softly and covered his face with his hands, as if he could press the feeling back inside. “It’s always cool,” he muttered, half-laughing, half-aching, “until someone touches your cock… or until you’re the one touching a dick.”
Logan reached out and removed Adrian’s hands from his face.
“I’m not going to freak out because you touched my dick, Adrian.
” Logan cupped his face, his hands steady as he pulled him into a kiss.
It wasn’t rushed or frantic; it was deep, deliberate, a connection that spoke louder than words.
The taste of himself lingered on Adrian’s tongue, salty and intimate, and the realization that Adrian had swallowed him entirely made Logan moan into the kiss, his body surging closer.
“I’m not some blushing virgin,” Logan whispered against his lips, his voice filled with a quiet intensity.
“I wanted every moment of this, and now… I want you to come undone. Because I’m not a selfish lover, and I—” He hesitated, his confidence faltering for just a moment.
“I’ve been thinking about it. A lot. Lately. So—”
Before Adrian could respond, Logan grabbed him, his movements bold and unrelenting.
With one swift motion, he pressed Adrian down onto his back, the sudden shift causing the small tent to groan under the pressure.
Logan moved over him, his body lithe and commanding, and for a moment, Adrian could do nothing but stare, breathless and captivated.
The jungle outside seemed to fade into silence, as though even the wild night had paused to watch them.
Logan’s golden skin glowed in the dim light, his eyes dark and steady as they bore into Adrian’s.
“Let me,” Logan murmured, his voice soft but full of determination.
“I want to give you what you gave me. I want to watch you fall apart.”
The smile Adrian gave him could have melted a thousand glaciers and caused a world disaster, as it brought civilization to its knees with that beautiful smile.
So radiant, disarming, and utterly unguarded, it wasn’t just a smile, it was a promise, a beacon that illuminated every dark corner of Logan’s heart.
It was the kind of smile that could make a man leave everything behind without a second thought, to cross oceans and continents just to be near it.
It was a smile that whispered of a future filled with reckless abandon and quiet, simple joys, the kind of future that might include white picket fences and a thousand small, beautiful moments that made life worth living.
Logan felt the weight of it, the pull of it, a gravitational force that anchored him and set him adrift all at once. That smile was chaos and home, all wrapped up in one, and he knew he would do anything—anything—to keep it.
Logan started with a kiss, as though Adrian’s taste was the very air he needed to breathe. A moment without it felt unbearable now that he knew the sweetness of it, the addictive depth that left him dizzy and yearning.
“Logan, I’m going to come in five seconds,” Adrian warned, his voice ragged and desperate. “Giving you that blowjob was so hot I almost came with you in my mouth.”
The words alone sent a shiver through Logan, making his cock twitch in response. “Damn it,” he cursed under his breath, desire spiking as Adrian bucked against him, their bodies colliding like waves in a storm.
Logan moved downward, the pull of Adrian too alluring to resist. Some part of his mind acknowledged what he was about to do—that he was about to touch, taste, and worship another man’s cock, a boundary he’d never even considered crossing before.
But this wasn’t just any man. This was Adrian.
Adrian, who had saved him, seen him, and become everything he hadn’t realized he needed.
His fingers trembled slightly as they brushed the thick shaft through the fabric of Adrian’s boxers, and he felt Adrian shudder beneath his touch.
The power of that moment, the ability to elicit such a visceral reaction, filled Logan with a giddy kind of wonder.
Smirking, he slowly dragged the boxers down, unveiling Adrian inch by inch, like uncovering a treasure buried beneath golden sands.
Adrian’s cock was thick and cut, the soft curves of the shaft catching the dim light like the ridges of a smooth, glistening rock pulled from the ocean’s depths.
“Jewish indeed,” Logan teased, the words slipping out as a joke, but the sight of Adrian’s flushed skin and the way he covered his face with a laugh sent a warm bloom of affection through him.
Even in this moment of intense vulnerability, they could laugh.
They could banter and tease and weave their friendship into their intimacy, the threads of their connection unbreakable.
Their intimacy was no mere conflagration of passion and lust, but a quiet symphony of laughter, layered histories, and the rare grace of being wholly known and unmasked.
“I can honestly say that no one had ever brought up my religion in bed,” Adrian quipped, his voice still light with humor.
Logan felt the faint sting of jealousy, the thought of someone else ever touching Adrian an unwelcome shadow at the edge of his mind.
For a moment it pressed on him, heavy and suffocating, but he refused to let it take root.
Instead, his mind clung to the memory of their first kiss—the way Adrian’s eyes had locked on him, steady and unflinching, when he said:
I want you. Nothing compares to this… pull I feel toward you.
I never gave that piece of my past to anyone
His gaze dropped to his own wrist, where the bracelet Adrian had gifted him still rested, worn and treasured.
Relief flooded Logan, washing away the shadows of doubt.
Adrian had given him his most cherished possession without hesitation, a piece of himself no one else had held.
That knowledge steadied him, not like sand that shifts with every wave, but like bedrock beneath the sea, something unmovable, something meant to endure.
Logan leaned forward, his lips grazing the length of Adrian’s shaft once more, savoring the warmth and salt of his skin, the taste of a moment he wanted to etch into his memory forever.
Adrian’s soft moan filled the tent, low and resonant, like the murmur of distant waves calling Logan deeper into the tide.
Logan smiled against him, feeling the weight of Adrian’s trust, and let his touch become exploratory, reverent, and eager.
He wrapped his hand slowly around Adrian’s cock, fingers curling experimentally as he tugged gently at the smooth skin.
It felt different from his own—the absence of foreskin giving the shaft a new texture, a new shape to learn.
Logan’s movements were tentative at first, deliberate as he became accustomed to the unique feel of Adrian.
He caught glimpses of Adrian watching him, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his head tipping back with a moan as Logan’s fingers worked over him.
Logan’s thoughts flickered, unbidden, to the shadowy ghosts of Adrian’s past lovers.
How many hands had traced these lines of muscle?
How many mouths had kissed Adrian where Logan now ventured, daring to claim uncharted territory?
The questions curled in his mind like stray wisps of smoke, but he banished them quickly, pulling his focus back to the present, to the visceral reality of Adrian beneath him.
Adrian’s breathless surrender, the tremble in his limbs, the moans spilling from his lips—these were Logan’s now, and he burned with the need to ensure they stayed that way.