Chapter 8 #11
The unopened box of condoms caught Logan’s attention immediately, a detail that seemed to stand out in the haze of desire.
It was new, untouched, and it tugged at a quiet curiosity in the back of his mind.
He hadn’t seen it before, and the thought that Adrian might have bought it in secret sent a flicker of something unnamable through him.
Did Adrian pick it up recently, quietly preparing for this moment?
Or, selfishly, Logan wondered if Adrian had bought it long before they met—when his life had been untouched by Logan—and had never found the right moment to use it because now all thoughts of anyone else had been eclipsed by him.
The possibility sent a strange, possessive thrill through Logan, though he kept his voice steady. “Do we need it?” he asked, glancing at Adrian, his tone carrying more curiosity than hesitation.
Adrian paused, considering Logan’s question with the same openness he always approached their conversations.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “We’ve already had the talk, we both got checked, and we’ve only been with each other since.
But…” He looked at Logan with a softness in his eyes.
“I thought you might want it, just as a precaution. In case it made you feel more comfortable.”
Logan shook his head, his voice firm. “No,” he stressed, leaning forward as he let his hand skim along Adrian’s cheek. “I don’t want anything between us. I want to be bare inside you,” he declared, the honesty of his words echoing between them.
Adrian’s eyes darkened with a mixture of heat and emotion, and he let the box of condoms fall to the side, forgotten.
Logan reached for the lube, his intent clear, while Adrian climbed back onto him, their bodies aligning perfectly.
Adrian’s lips wandered from Logan’s chest to his shoulders, laying down tenderness that would one day return to Logan like a phantom, a touch remembered more vividly for being gone.
Adrian’s cock, flushed an angry shade of purple, bobbed between them with every movement, a visual testament to his need.
Logan’s hands found Adrian’s hair, his fingers threading through the strands, tugging gently as he spoke. “Do you—” He hesitated, his voice soft, filled with a kind of shy eagerness. “Do you like to be rimmed? Do you enjoy it? Because I really… I really want to try that on you.”
Adrian froze for a moment, his breath hitching as he processed Logan’s words. Then, his lips curled into a slow, sinful smile. “I do,” he admitted, his voice low and thick with arousal. “But hearing you say that, hearing you want it… I think I might enjoy it even more now.”
Logan’s pulse quickened, the thought of returning even a fraction of the pleasure Adrian had given him setting his blood on fire. His hands tightened in Adrian’s hair as he whispered, “Then let me.”
Adrian groaned loudly, the sound raw and guttural, as though Logan’s words alone were enough to push him to the edge.
His hand moved instinctively to his cock, gripping the base tightly in a desperate attempt to stave off the impending orgasm.
“I do, dammit,” he panted, his voice rough and trembling.
“But if that pretty mouth of yours touches me, I’m going to lose it.
I swear, Logan, I’ll come the second you do. ”
Logan’s lips curled into a wicked smile, his gray eyes darkening with a new confidence, a command that Adrian found utterly irresistible.
“So, for now,” Logan said, before he moved swiftly, flipping Adrian onto his back with a grace and strength that left them both breathless, “I’ll take just a small taste of you. Then, I’ll prep you.”
Adrian’s body tensed, his breath hitching as Logan leaned over him, the shift in their dynamic sending shivers cascading down his spine.
Logan’s gaze burned into him, filled with intent, and his voice dropped further, taking on a commanding tone that made Adrian’s cock throb painfully.
“And you’re not allowed to come until I say so,” Logan declared, his words leaving no room for negotiation.
Adrian’s head fell back against the pillows, a strained groan escaping his lips as he fought to keep himself from unraveling right then and there.
His cock twitched, leaking against his stomach, and the weight of Logan’s dominance made him tremble.
“Fuck,” Adrian hissed, his body arching involuntarily.
“You can’t just say things like that… I’m… . Logan, I’m so close.”
Logan smirked, leaning down to press a firm kiss to Adrian’s hip, his breath warm and teasing against his skin. “You’ll hold it,” Logan said simply, his voice steady and firm. “Because I said so.”
Adrian bit his lip, his hands clutching at the sheets as he nodded, every inch of his body stiff with anticipation and the delicious agony of restraint.
Logan’s touch, his words, his very presence, had Adrian on the edge of surrender, and he couldn’t help but revel in it.
For all the times Adrian had been the one to lead, to guide, Logan’s unexpected command now felt like a storm overtaking him, wild and unstoppable, and Adrian, for once, was more than willing to let himself be swept away.
There were so many sides to Logan. He was a kaleidoscope of contradictions, a tapestry woven from countless shades and textures that Adrian could never tire of exploring.
He was sunlight breaking through storm clouds, laughter dancing on the edge of melancholy, and a quiet strength that hid behind an ocean of vulnerability.
Every glance, every touch, every word revealed a new facet of him, and Adrian marveled at the endless depth of his soul.
There was the Logan who stood fearless on the crest of a wave, daring the sea to test him.
The Logan who laughed with abandon, his joy as infectious as the golden rays of the sun.
The Logan who held his silence like a fragile shell, shielding himself from the world but allowing Adrian to see inside, to glimpse the raw, unguarded beauty within.
Adrian adored every part of him. The rough edges, the hidden wounds, the flashes of tenderness that stole his breath away—each piece of Logan felt like a treasure, a secret waiting to be unraveled.
He was a complex song, each note rich with meaning, and Adrian could spend a lifetime learning its melody.
To love Logan was to love the ocean: vast, unpredictable, and achingly beautiful. It was to dive deep into the unknown, to surrender to the tides, to be humbled by the power of it. And Adrian had never been more willing to let himself be swept away.
Adrian’s entire body trembled as Logan moved with purpose, his lips trailing quickly down Adrian’s torso.
The urgency in Logan’s movements was palpable, and Adrian lifted his legs instinctively, granting Logan full access, exposing himself without hesitation.
Logan’s gaze fell to the star-shaped opening before him, framed by a soft dusting of hair, and he bit his tongue, his cock already hard and aching.
“Fuck, this is so hot,” Logan murmured, his voice reverent, as though the sight of Adrian like this had completely unraveled him. He hadn’t expected to find this view so intoxicating, but here he was, utterly captivated, his desire roaring.
With a breath caught between veneration and craving, Logan leaned in, his hands anchoring against Adrian’s hips.
He pressed a kiss there first, before his tongue flicked out, tentative and slow, dancing over Adrian’s entrance.
The taste of him bloomed instantly, earthy and electric, and Logan felt it unravel across his tongue, a sensation that gripped him low and deep, as though Adrian had written himself into his body with nothing more than heat and skin.
Logan’s tongue on his most intimate part sent a shockwave through Adrian, his body jolting as a deep, guttural groan escaped him.
His hand gripped the base of his cock with white-knuckled restraint, the need to hold off his orgasm overwhelming him.
Logan’s lips twitched into a smirk at the sight; it was a heady feeling, to have this kind of power over someone as strong and composed as Adrian.
True to his promise, Logan kept it brief, though every moment felt monumental.
He pressed his lips to Adrian’s opening, kissing it softly, then let his tongue glide over the sensitive skin.
When he pushed the tip of his tongue inside, just for a fleeting moment, Adrian gasped, his body shuddering, his thighs quivering against Logan’s shoulders.
Logan pulled back reluctantly, his breath coming in shallow pants as he reached for the lube.
His hands shook slightly, not from nerves but from the sheer magnitude of the moment, as he poured a generous amount onto his fingers, the cool liquid pooling in his palm.
He glanced up at Adrian, his gray eyes blazing with determination and desire.
“You’re incredible,” Logan said softly, almost to himself, as he positioned his slick fingers, ready to take the next step. The trust and vulnerability Adrian offered him in that moment felt like a gift—a sacred, unspoken promise—and Logan vowed to treasure it.
“You can start with two fingers,” Adrian said, his voice shaky but firm, his cheeks flushed. “But go easy, it’s been a long while for me.”
“Okay,” Logan replied, his own breath coming in ragged bursts, his chest rising and falling as he fought to stay composed.
His hands trembled slightly as he brought his slick fingers to Adrian’s entrance, brushing softly around the sensitive ring of muscle.
He ignored Adrian’s suggestion to start with two, instead easing just one finger inside.
He wasn’t willing to take any chances; not with Adrian, not with this.
The last thing he wanted was to hurt him, even unintentionally.