Chapter 10 #2
Adrian was more than his body, but in moments like this, Logan couldn’t help but be wholly captivated by the physicality of him. He was hard now, achingly so, his thoughts singularly focused on having Adrian naked and tangled with him in bed.
Even a moment without Adrian’s lips on him felt like a crime against nature, something that should be outlawed, condemned, erased from the possibility of existence.
Logan couldn’t bear it, not when Adrian’s breath was still ghosting over his skin, not when his taste buds still echoed with the dulcet taste of him.
He surged forward, capturing Adrian’s mouth with a desperation that bordered on worship.
Their lips crashed together, fevered and hungry, mouths opening, teeth scraping, tongues meeting in a slow, intoxicating slide.
Logan whimpered into the kiss, a broken, needy sound as he sucked Adrian’s tongue into his mouth, deep and wanting, a move he felt like a lightning strike straight to his core.
His pulse hammered, blood surging through his veins like a tide pulled too hard by the moon.
Every part of him ached: his chest, his lungs, his hands trembling where they fisted in Adrian’s hair, his cock throbbing, straining, desperate for more.
Adrian moaned against him, a mellifluous sound that addled Logan, stirring ferocity within him, igniting a reckless craving that burned brighter with each heartbeat.
He wanted to consume Adrian, to lose himself in him, to dissolve into the heat of their bodies until there was no longer Logan or Adrian, only this—this breathless, aching thing between them, this gravity that pulled them toward each other, inevitable as the sunrise.
“Let’s go to bed,” Logan murmured against Adrian’s lips, though he made no move to pull away.
Adrian’s hands were on him again, searing paths along his sides, his shoulders, the small of his back, as their mouths collided once more.
Logan groaned into the kiss, his head spinning as their tongues danced, as Adrian consumed him with an unrelenting hunger.
“After last night, I really don’t want to fuck on the floor again,” Logan added with a breathless chuckle, his hands sliding over Adrian’s chest as he kissed his way to his jawline.
Adrian smirked, the wicked curve of his lips sending a thrill rippling through Logan.
“Are you telling me I did a bad job?” His voice was teasing, laced with that effortless confidence that drove Logan wild.
But his hands betrayed his restraint, fingers continuing their slow, deliberate exploration, grazing the waistband of Logan’s pants and leaving trails of fire in their wake.
Logan pulled back just enough to meet Adrian’s gaze, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His eyes, darkened with desire, held Adrian’s unflinchingly. “No,” he rasped, voice hoarse from want. “I’m saying I want more.”
The memory of last night was still fresh in his mind, causing heat to bloom across his cheeks.
Adrian had devoured him on the floor—again—dragging him into a heady spiral of pleasure.
Logan had been reduced to a trembling mess as Adrian feasted on his ass, licking and probing with abandon, making him feel like the most precious thing in the world.
And then, Adrian had taken him apart piece by piece: fingers pressing deeper, curling inside him as his mouth sucked Logan’s cock so perfectly that Logan had screamed himself hoarse.
All, and they hadn’t even made it to the bed.
Logan’s face burned at the memory, and Adrian’s knowing smirk told him he was replaying the same scene in his mind. “You still haven’t told me what got you going so hard yesterday,” Logan murmured, his voice thick with both curiosity and shyness.
Adrian laughed, the sound low and deliciously unguarded.
“Oh, come on, like you don’t know.” His eyes glinted as he tugged Logan closer, biting at his bottom lip playfully.
“You wore those white board shorts—you know, the ones that are way too short, a little too tight, and practically see-through when they’re wet.
” Adrian’s grin turned predatory. “You were lying on the sand, soaking wet, stretched out on your stomach like some goddamn offering. I could see every part of that ass, Logan. Every. Single. Part.”
Logan opened his mouth to retort, but Adrian cut him off, his teeth nipping at Logan’s jaw before murmuring against his skin. “And don’t pretend you didn’t notice the way people were looking. That other surfer was this close to coming over to talk to you. He was practically drooling.”
Logan blinked, genuinely surprised. “Wait—what surfer?” He smirked, unable to hide the satisfaction bubbling in his chest. “I didn’t notice anyone.”
Adrian groaned dramatically. “Of course, you didn’t. You only ever notice me, don’t you?”
Logan chuckled softly, his confidence blossoming as he stood and then reached for Adrian’s hand, intertwining their fingers and starting to lead him toward the bed.
“Well, you’re right about one thing. I only had eyes for you.
And maybe, just maybe,” he added with a sly grin, “I wore those shorts because I knew you’d look at me like that. ”
Adrian stopped short, pulling Logan to him with enough force to make him stumble slightly. “So, you admit it?” His voice dropped, deep and teasing, as he pressed their bodies flush together. “You were trying to drive me insane.”
“Maybe,” Logan whispered, his grin growing wider as he felt Adrian’s hands drift lower, possessive and intent. “Was it worth it?”
Adrian’s answer was a low growl as he pulled Logan down and kissed him deeply, his hands sliding to grip his hips. “You have no idea,” he muttered, his voice rough and full of promise.
Logan laughed breathlessly, his earlier shyness giving way to a teasing confidence he never thought he’d have. “So… were you jealous?” he asked, his voice light but laced with mischief as he tugged Adrian toward the bed.
Adrian followed willingly, his fingers digging into Logan’s skin. “Jealous? Logan, if that guy had taken one step toward you, I would’ve dragged him into the ocean and left him there.”
Logan laughed again, the sound bubbling up between their shared kisses as they reached the bed. “Good to know,” he murmured, his heart racing as Adrian pushed him back onto the mattress, leaning over him like a man who had just found his treasure, before climbing on top of him.
Logan wasted no time. With a fluid motion, he rolled Adrian over, pinning him to the mattress, his body pressing firmly against Adrian’s. He grinned down at him, a spark of mischief in his eyes as he began to kiss down Adrian’s chest, his lips trailing heat and reverence with every touch.
Logan loved the dynamic they shared, a constant, playful dance of power.
They never fought for control in a way that felt combative; instead, they gifted it to each other, willingly, eagerly.
Some nights—or mornings, or lazy afternoons—Logan craved surrender.
He wanted to lie on the mattress and let Adrian take him apart piece by piece, to feel Adrian’s hands, his lips, his tongue exploring every inch of him.
Adrian, with his firm focus and careful attention, could drive him completely wild.
Other times, though, Logan wanted Adrian beneath him, writhing and panting, utterly lost in the sensations Logan could give him.
Nights like tonight, where Adrian’s moans were the sweetest sound, his body pliant and eager, all for Logan.
Most times, they ended up switching back and forth, as if their mutual need was a tide, pulling and giving in equal measure.
It didn’t take much to ignite the flame between them.
The other day, they’d been lounging in the cabin, enjoying an afternoon nap after spending the morning surfing, the kind of lazy day filled with nothing but the sound of waves outside and a Netflix series playing quietly on Logan’s laptop.
Logan had rested a casual hand on Adrian’s thigh, meaning nothing by it—until Adrian turned his head, smirked, and slid the computer off the bed.
What followed was anything but lazy, with Adrian between Logan’s legs, his mouth working him with the kind of enthusiasm that made Logan see stars, as he sucked, gagged, spit, and jerked Logan’s dick.
Another time, they’d been out for dinner, wandering through Melbourne’s lively streets after a day of exploring.
Adrian had looked effortlessly sexy, wearing one of his loose, open button-down shirts that framed his chest and forearms perfectly.
Logan had excused himself to the restroom, only to return and see a tourist standing far too close to Adrian.
From a distance, Logan watched as the man struck up a conversation under the guise of asking for directions, his body language far from innocent.
Adrian, ever polite, genuinely tried to help, gesturing toward the street while the guy’s hand found its way to Adrian’s shoulder.
Logan froze as he saw it slide down to Adrian’s bicep, lingering far too long before grazing his chest. “I can see you work out,” the guy said, his voice oozing confidence as he leaned closer. “You want to grab a drink?”
For a moment, Adrian just stood there, stunned and wide-eyed.
That was all Logan needed. He stepped up beside him, placing himself firmly between Adrian and the guy.
“No, he doesn’t,” Logan said, his voice calm but unmistakably firm, rising to his full 6’6 as his shoulders widened and his presence filled the space, letting sheer stature do the talking.
The look he leveled ended everything. The man’s voice faltered into a thin apology before he retreated from the space Logan now owned.