Chapter 10 #3
Adrian had looked at Logan, blinking in surprise, before Logan grabbed his hand and led him straight back to their hotel.
No words were exchanged on the walk back, but the tension between them was electric.
He wanted Adrian now—against the nearest wall, in the darkened alleyway that beckoned them like a promise, like a sin waiting to be committed.
The thought made his gut clench, his blood burn, but the last fraying thread of his common sense kept him from giving in, from pressing Adrian up against the rough brick and devouring him right there.
The moment they got through the door, Logan pushed Adrian against the wall, his lips crashing against Adrian’s as his hands began to strip away every barrier between them.
That night, Logan had fucked Adrian senseless.
He didn’t hold back, pouring every ounce of possessiveness and desire into every thrust. The feel of Adrian beneath him—his sweat-slicked skin, his muscles trembling, the way his ass clenched around Logan’s dick like a vice—was enough to make Logan lose himself completely.
Adrian moaned his name over and over, a symphony of surrender that only fueled Logan’s intensity.
They collapsed together, utterly spent, their bodies tangled and shining in the dim light.
Later that evening, Logan lay wrapped around Adrian’s sleepy form, skin to skin, their breath slow, syncing.
The sheets were tangled, their bodies already spent and sated, but Logan couldn’t stop touching him.
They whispered in the dark, hushed confessions and half-dreamed thoughts, their voices thick with exhaustion, yet unwilling to let the night slip away just yet.
Adrian’s body was warm against his, his breath deep and even, but when Logan kissed the curve where his shoulder met his neck, when he let his teeth scrape just enough to send a shiver down Adrian’s spine, he felt him stir.
A soft sound escaped Adrian, a breathy sigh, and Logan couldn’t help but smile against his skin.
“I need you again,” Logan had said and reached for the lube by the bed, slicking his fingers with practiced ease, his other arm still wrapped around Adrian’s waist, anchoring them together.
Logan pressed his fingers to Adrian’s loose entrance, teasing, easing in, feeling the heat of him, the way his body welcomed him so easily, so perfectly.
When he finally sank back into him, a deep moan tore from Adrian’s throat, a shudder rippling through his body.
“You feel so good, Logan,” Adrian groaned, voice thick, wrecked, his fingers gripping at the sheets.
Adrian let out a quiet moan, shifting, pressing back against Logan.
Logan chuckled to himself at the memory, pressing another kiss to Adrian’s chest. Men really needed to stop approaching Adrian, or Logan was going to start disappearing people.
All those men… they looked at Adrian and saw the surface.
They wanted him for the way he looked, for his undeniable beauty.
And while Logan could hardly deny how breathtaking Adrian was—how his broad shoulders, sculpted chest, and easy grace turned heads everywhere they went—it wasn’t Adrian’s looks that made him irresistible.
No, it was something deeper. Something that transcended appearances.
What truly captivated Logan, what made Adrian a force in his life unlike anything he’d ever known, was his heart.
It was the way Adrian gave every part of himself to Logan without hesitation, without expectation.
The way he cared, not just for Logan, but for the world around him.
Adrian had a way of seeing people, of listening, of showing kindness in a way that felt rare and precious.
Every day, every night, Adrian amazed him.
Logan found himself caught in Adrian’s orbit, entirely at his mercy.
It was like everything in Adrian’s world revolved around Logan—not in a way that was suffocating, but in a way that made Logan feel seen, cherished, and safe.
Adrian’s love was a quiet kind of devotion, steadfast and staunch, and Logan couldn’t help but be drawn to it like a sailor to the siren’s call.
Adrian was sweet. He was kind. He was polite, always trying to do the right thing, always wanting to make the world better in the small, significant ways that mattered most. And that, far more than the way he looked, was what made him irresistible.
Logan couldn’t fathom how someone as remarkable as Adrian had chosen him, but every time he looked into Adrian’s eyes, he saw it: the unshakable belief, the endless love. And it was hotter, more electrifying, than any physical trait could ever be.
Adrian wasn’t just beautiful to look at. He was exquisite to know, and Logan considered himself the luckiest man alive for being the one Adrian chose to love.
The next morning, they left their boards behind for a light hike.
The path led them to a cliff overlooking the ocean, where the cold breeze brushed over Logan’s skin, invigorating and sharp.
His eyes drifted to Adrian, standing just ahead of him, his long hair whipping in the wind like a dark ribbon. Logan smiled softly.
God, he loved that view.
On the way there, they had decided on their next destination—Sri Lanka.
It had been Adrian’s suggestion, and Logan knew exactly why.
They’d talked about it on the first day they met, Logan casually mentioning his dream of surfing the waves there.
Adrian had remembered, just like he always did. He remembered everything about Logan.
And yet, Logan couldn’t deny how much he loved Australia.
The beaches, the quiet beauty of its landscapes, and the way it made him feel untethered and free.
He loved every second they spent here. But more than the place, he loved being with Adrian.
Wherever they went, Logan knew it would always feel like home because Adrian was there.
Adrian had taken a seat on the edge of the cliff, his legs dangling carelessly over the drop as he stared out at the rolling waves.
Logan hung back for a moment, watching him.
He was so happy that he brought his camera as he took a few shots of Adrian sitting there.
The ocean below was wild, with waves crashing against the rocks, sending sprays of foam into the air.
It mirrored the storm of emotions flooding Logan’s mind.
Adrian looked so peaceful sitting there, completely at ease, but Logan knew better.
He knew the weight Adrian carried, the way he always tried to shoulder everything with a quiet grace.
Logan felt a shift within himself, a sense of rightness settling over him like the sun’s incandescence on his skin.
Watching Adrian, he felt an undeniable need take root in his chest—to call him his, to claim him in a way that went beyond words.
Because Adrian wasn’t just his best friend.
He wasn’t just his lover. Adrian was his soulmate.
Moving forward, Logan carefully lowered himself to the ground, taking a seat behind Adrian. He scooted closer until his front was flush against Adrian’s back, his thighs straddling Adrian’s hips, their legs dangling together over the cliff.
He felt the moment Adrian’s breath caught, the slight hitch in his chest as Logan’s arms wrapped around him and he relaxed, leaning back into Logan’s embrace. Relief flooded through Logan at the simple, perfect way Adrian melted against him, as though they’d been made to fit together like this.
The sun hung high above them, the ocean below sparkling under its light.
Logan hugged Adrian closer, his arms tightening around him as he felt Adrian’s heart racing against his chest, a perfect mirror of his own.
Adrian was so warm, his body a perfect contrast to the chill of the breeze, and Logan reveled in the way Adrian’s presence anchored him, steady and real.
He pulled out his camera once more, capturing some pictures of them together and recording a video of the view with them sitting there, before putting it away once more.
“You’re perfect,” Logan mumbled the words into his skin, letting his lips brush over the delicate curve of Adrian’s neck.
He felt the shiver before he heard the quiet, breathy exhale Adrian let out. Logan smiled against his skin, pressing a lingering kiss just behind his ear, where he knew Adrian was most sensitive. The reaction was instant, a slight tremble, a soft hitch of breath.
Logan loved this. Loved the way Adrian fluxed into him, the way his body gave away emotions his words never did. Loved that Adrian let himself be vulnerable like this, trusted him with that vulnerability. It was a gift, a privilege, one Logan never took for granted.
It wasn’t the first time he’d called Adrian perfect, but still, Adrian let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as if Logan had said something impossible.
“You know, I never felt perfect.” His voice was softer now, contemplative. Logan could feel the way his heart had slowed, settling into something quieter.
Before Logan could protest, because Logan always protested, always argued when it came to Adrian doubting himself, Adrian kept going.
“I was always really self-conscious about my height,” he admitted, his voice somewhere between amusement and hesitation. “I was the tiniest kid in class, and I didn’t even start growing until I was fifteen. But even then… I’m still not exactly tall.”
Logan frowned, pressing his lips together. “You’re perfect. I love your height.”
Adrian made a sound that might have been a scoff, but Logan wasn’t letting him argue this. He shifted slightly, lowering his chin until it rested on Adrian’s head, holding him tighter.