Chapter Seven

Logan

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Things changed after Adam and I got freaky on the couch. We still hung out and played video games, but now there was a lot more kissing involved. We weren’t making out all the time, but every once and awhile the mood would shift and we’d start fooling around.

I loved sucking dick, but there was something about doing it for Adam that was so much hotter than usual. Maybe it was the fact that I was the first one, or the way he fully gave into it. Whatever the reason I was glad he wanted to keep doing it, and I understood that he wasn’t ready to reciprocate.

It wasn’t like he was an ass and left me hanging. He had no problem jerking me off, and there was something really hot about watching him enjoy touching me that sent me over the edge a lot faster than usual.

I had no idea what we were, but whatever it was seemed to be working.

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Avery: want to meet up for coffee? I miss you

Logan: I miss you too babes. After class?

Avery: I’m done at 430

Logan: I’m done at 4. Meet you at co-op?

Avery: for sure. *kisses*

Logan: *kisses*

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When Avery arrived at The Co-Op I was sitting at a table with two mochas and a piece of coffee cake for us to share.

“Have I told you that you’re my favorite person ever?” Avery grinned and slid into the booth across from me.

“Yes, but I never get tired of hearing it.”

“Oh my god this is good.” She sipped her mocha and almost purred in delight.

“Matty keeping you up late?” I winked and sipped my drink.

“And waking me up early.” She picked up one of the forks I’d brought to the table.

“Well, I’m glad my moving out has been so... active for you.”

“What about you? Any action?”

“Um.” I paused. I really wanted to tell her about what was going on with Adam, but I couldn’t. Not until he was ready to be out.

“I know that face, you’re interested in someone.” She took a bite of cake and grinned.

“Kind of.”

“Details.”

“I met someone, but it’s complicated.”

“Complicated how?”

“He’s not out.”

“I thought you had a rule about staying away from guys on the DL?”

“I do, but he’s not really on the DL. He’s just figured out he’s bi.”

“Wow...that’s got to be buckets of confusing for him. And you.”

“It is.”

“You’re being very vague about him. I’m guessing you can’t give me any details because you’re trying to protect him?”

“You’re one smart cookie.”

“I like to think so.” She grinned and nodded to the cake. “Eat, otherwise I’m going to inhale this and you’re going to be sad.”

I laughed and speared a big piece of cake with my fork.

“So, are you going to stay away from him?”

“Yeah. I don’t do complicated.”

I hated lying to her but I’d already said too much. The whole Adam situation was one I’d have to deal with on my own.

“So I hear all you guys have gotten domestic and are out of the party scene completely.” I changed the subject.

“Yeah. It’s more fun to hang out in a small group. Is this what getting old feels like?”

“I think that’s what a relationship feels like.” I grinned. “You don’t need to go out and party, you’ve got what you want at home so why go out looking for it.”

“Yeah. It’s nice.”

“Guess it’s a good thing I’m on house arrest. I’d be partying with Jax and not even I can keep up with him.”

“Not many can. How’s the saving going?”

“Pretty good. I’m getting a little sick of pasta. And I miss pizza, and beer.”

“I’m sure you can find a little wiggle room in your budget for a treat every once and awhile.”

“Maybe, but I’d rather treat my bestie to coffee and cake.”

“You really are my favorite person ever.”

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ADAM

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“So Katie’s been asking about you.”

“Yeah?” I grunted as I pushed the overloaded press bar up for my ninth rep.

Kevin was spotting for me as we worked out and he had this bad habit of wanting to talk while we were on the bench press. I was just trying not to crush my face with weights.

“Yeah. I saw her at T-Dog’s party and she was missing you.”

“Oh?” I hit ten and carefully lowered the bar. I was in the mood to really punish my body and I could pull one more.

“Rumor has it she’s got the hots for you. It’s pretty much a sure thing, dude.”

“Ugh.”

My arms were shaking and my muscles felt like they were about to snap, but I shut out the world and pushed every ounce of energy I had into getting that bar up and into the cradle.

“Shit, dude. You’re an animal today.”

I sat up and wiped my brow. “Yeah, I need it right now.”

“Something up?”

“Nothing. Just getting into the rhythm of things. Lots of shit on my mind.”

“I get that. About Katie—”

“Maybe. I’m not really looking for anything right now.”

“I’m not suggesting you pull out a ring and get a mortgage, just take her for a little spin.”

“Maybe.”

“Have you fucked anyone since Hannah?” he asked as we switched places and he lay on the bench.

“Nope.” That wasn’t technically a lie. Logan and I hadn’t fucked, we’d just played with each other’s dicks.

“You’ve got to get back out there. What’s that, like a month without sex?”

“More like four. I found out about Johnny Cornerback before I went there again.”

Kevin gripped the press bar and I helped him pull it free.

“All the more reason to get on that.” His voice was strained as he lowered the bar.

“How about you focus on not dying and we can talk about my lack of sex life later.”

Kevin grunted in response and I was grateful for the reprieve.

I would have loved to be able to talk to someone about whatever the fuck was going on between me and Logan, but I couldn’t do that without telling him I was bi. I wasn’t ready for that, not yet.

I managed to get through the rest of my workout, and when I hit the showers I was sore and tired. Exactly how I wanted to be.

By the time I got home I was starving, and Logan was in the kitchen staring into his cupboard in a forlorn sort of way.

“You look like that pasta sauce just kicked your puppy.”

“I’ve never had a puppy.” He grinned and glanced over at me as he reached into the cupboard. “And how did you know I was staring at pasta sauce?”

“Considering you’ve been carbo loading since I moved in? I had a hunch.”

“Pasta is cheap and it’s healthier than Ramen.”

“True. How do you feel about pizza?”

“Big fan, miss our connection.”

“I’m starving. Want to split one with me?”

“I would, but—”

“Don’t worry about the money. I’ve got a history essay you can go over as payment.”

“Deal.” He beamed and shoved the pasta sauce back in the cupboard.

“I’m in the mood for something different. What do you usually order?” I asked as I pulled out my phone and opened my delivery app.

“I like weird pizza.” His tone was warning and a little teasing.

“I like weird. Try me.”

“Chicken, bacon, hot peppers, mushrooms and green pepper.”

“Done.”

“Really?”

“Sounds good. You can never go wrong with bacon.”

“True.”

“Garlic bread?”

“Please and thank you.”

“Dipping sauce?”

“Ranch?”

“A man after my own heart.” I tapped in our order and then nodded to the fridge when my phone was put away. “Grab a couple of beers.”

“You don’t have to—”

“It’s fine. I’m saving a shit ton of money by staying in all the time. Don’t worry about it.”

“Thanks.” He reached into the fridge and pulled out two beers.

“Want to hit the gym tomorrow?”

“Let me guess, it’s your light day?”

“Gotta take it easy every once and awhile.” I grinned as we sat down on the couch.

“Your easy day makes me feel like death is clawing at my shadow and I’m going to puke on my very expensive gym shoes. You athletic types are insane.”

“You’re not wrong.”

I was glad we seemed to be able to be cool after what had happened between us. I’d been worried things would be weird and we wouldn’t even be able to be friends.

Going to the gym hadn’t really helped me clear my mind, but I knew one thing for sure—I didn’t want to stay away from Logan.

We chatted as we waited for the pizza to arrive, and when it finally did Logan grabbed us a few more beers as I brought the boxes to the coffee table.

“We’re savages tonight I see.” He grinned and handed me a napkin.

“I like to live dangerously.”

All I could smell was garlic butter and bacon, and my mouth watered as I ripped open the boxes.

“Wow, you’re channelling your inner caveman tonight, aren’t you.” Logan laughed as I grabbed the biggest slice of pizza with one hand and a piece of garlic bread in the other and took a huge bite of each.

“I’m fucking starving,” I said around my mouthful of food.

“I can see that. Gotta say, that enthusiasm is kinda hot.”

My hand stilled as I was about to take another bite of my garlic bread and I looked at Logan in surprise.

“Figured we should talk about what we’ve been doing. Seemed the easiest way to bring it up.”

“Yeah, we should.” I took a normal sized bite of the garlic bread and chewed, trying to organize my thoughts

“I’ll start.” He put his pizza slice down and took a drink of his beer. “I really like it, and I want to do more of it. I just don’t know how it’s going to work seeing as you’re figuring shit out and we live together.”

“I really like it too.” I sighed. “And I want to keep... exploring. It could get weird, being roommates and all, but I don’t want to stop.”

“So, is this a convenience thing for you? Like I’m here and gay so—”

“It’s not like that. Not to show all my cards here, but I didn’t even know I was bi until I met you. It’s not because you’re convenient. It’s because you’re you.”

Logan nodded and picked up his pizza. “Alright then. And FYI, you’re not getting out of doing my laundry just because you give me orgasms.”

I laughed, grateful the tension was broken and we seemed to be on the same page. I had a feeling whatever this was could get messy fast, but it was a risk I was willing to take.

We ate in relative silence, but it wasn’t awkward.

Now that we’d sort of put a name to whatever we were doing I felt more comfortable and confident, and at that exact moment, horny.

I wanted Logan, and not just in my hand.

I loved it when he sucked my cock. Seeing his head bobbing over my dick as he teased and toyed with me was beyond hot, and I wondered how it would feel to do it for him. I wanted to give him that pleasure. I was just worried I’d suck, and not in a good way.

When we were finished eating we cleaned up the boxes and I went to the bathroom to wash my hands. Garlic butter was awesome on bread, not all over my hands when I was itching to get them on Logan.

I found him in the living room and swallowed as I thought about what I was about to do.

“Halo?” he asked, nodding to the TV.

“I had something else in mind.”

His eyes darkened and a lazy grin tugged at his lips. “And what might that be?”

“Why don’t you get your ass over here and find out?”

He crossed the room in five long strides, his arms pulling me against his body as his lips crashed into mine. The kiss was a mash of lips and tongue, and I couldn’t get enough of him.

“I want to suck you,” I said against his kiss, nipping at his bottom lip.

Logan groaned against, nodding slightly, and I took that as my cue to get started.

I dropped to my knees, and in my eagerness I forgot that hardwood floors were called that for a reason. I didn’t let the pain in my knees deter me, though, and I gripped Logan’s hips to hold him still.

He was wearing sweatpants again, and I could see the outline of his erection through the thin material.

Taking a deep breath I pushed my nerves aside and pressed my face against the juncture where his groin and hip met. He smelled incredible—a spicy mix of musk and man, and my mouth watered at the thought of finally getting to taste him.

“Fuck, Adam,” he groaned, his hands running through my hair as I moved to run the tip of my tongue over the bulge in his pants. “You look so fucking sexy right now.”

I bit back a moan and pressed the flat part of my tongue against the very tip of his cock. A bead of pre-cum had soaked through his pants and I could taste him. He was a mix of salty and sweet, and I needed more.

Keeping my face as close to him as I could, I yanked his pants down and then reached into his boxer briefs to pull his cock free.

He really was perfect. We were close to the same size and both cut, and I loved how he trimmed but didn’t shave his pubes. There was something so fucking hot about the little thatch of hair, and I couldn’t help burying my nose in it for a second.

Logan groaned again, his hands gripping my hair. He seemed to be enjoying my attentions.

Not wanting to wait a second longer I ran my tongue over the head of his cock, tasting more of him as he leaked.  Then I ran my tongue down the underside of his length to tease him just a little bit more.

“Fuck, baby.” His voice was strangled. “Suck me, please.”

I gripped the base of his shaft, holding him in place as I lowered my mouth to him. I was very aware of my teeth and not scraping him as I brought him into my mouth, I didn’t want to hurt him.

“Harder. You won’t hurt me,” Logan instructed, and I pushed the last of my self-doubt aside and hollowed my cheeks as I sucked as much of him into my mouth as I could.

“Fuck, yes, baby. Just like that.” He moaned and gripped my hair tighter. “Fuck.”

I loved how vocal he was, and I concentrated on moving over his cock at a steady, but fast pace. I used my hand to stroke what my mouth couldn’t reach, and I loved every second of it. The way he held my head, hearing him moan and feeling his cock pulse as I sucked him. It was all so fucking sexy my own dick was almost painfully hard.

“Shit, I’m gonna come,” he warned, tugging gently on my hair.

I didn’t pull off. I wanted to taste all of him. Instead I kept up my rhythm and glanced up at him.

Logan’s head was thrown back as he panted and groaned, and when he looked down at me I almost lost my rhythm. His eyes were hooded and dark with lust, and my dick pulsed in appreciation.

“Fuck!”

I’d expected it, but was still caught a little off guard as his release filled my mouth. It took a second to figure out how to swallow him without releasing his cock. I wanted to milk every drop out of him.

“Oh god.” Logan put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me away. “Too sensitive.”

I stood up, wiping my hand across my mouth as I did. I was about to ask him how I’d been when he grabbed me and hauled me against his body for a crushing kiss. His tongue delved into my mouth, sweeping around, and the thought of him tasting himself made me whimper in pleasure.

“Your turn.” He grinned as he pulled away from me. I was about to say something that would hopefully come out sexy and alluring when he turned me and shoved me against the wall.

I was stronger and broader than Logan so I could have stayed where I was if I’d wanted to. The thing was, I didn’t want to. I loved the way he manhandled me, using his strength to show me what he wanted. It was fucking hot, and I grinned as my back hit the wall.

Logan gave me one last crushing kiss and then dropped to his knees. He hadn’t even bothered to pull his pants up he was in such a hurry to get my cock out, and I groaned as he palmed me through my pants.

“Take them off.”

I didn’t ask why, I just shoved my pants and boxer briefs down and stepped out of them.

“Widen your stance.”

I did as he instructed and looked down at him.

I watched as he slid his finger into his mouth, slicking it with spit, and then pulled it out. My ass clenched as I thought of him touching me.

“Ever touched yourself here?” he asked in a husky voice as he ran his wet finger over the cleft of my ass.

I shook my head and swallowed nervously. It was one thing I’d never tried. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I wasn’t sure how.

“Try to relax. I won’t hurt you.”

“I trust you.”

Logan smiled and lowered his mouth to my straining cock as his finger moved to press against my hole.

“Oh fuck!”

I’d had no idea it would be so sensitive, and the dual sensation of having his mouth on me and his finger pressed against me instantly doubled my arousal.

“Oh god. Fuck!” I leaned my head against the wall, closing my eyes as I gave myself over to the pleasure.

Logan continued to tease my ass, not pushing in or being forceful, and it felt fucking incredible.

“Fuck, Logan.” I gripped his hair and tried to fight off my orgasm. “You’re gonna make me come.”

Instead of slowing down he sped up, sucking me harder and deeper, and when his finger finally breached my hole I was done.

“Fuck!”

My orgasm was so strong I almost blacked out for a second. Logan stayed where he was, giving me a chance to fully experience every moment as he swallowed me down.

When my vision cleared I gently pushed him off me. My cock was so sensitive it was starting to hurt.

“Holy fuck.” I shook my head as he stood up, grinning at me. “Goddamn.”

“You like that?”

“Oh yeah. I had no idea it was so sensitive back there.”

“There’s a reason we like to play with them.” He leaned against me and gave me a sweet kiss.

“That was awesome.”

“So. Were. You,” he said softly, kissing me between each word. “I mean it.”

I grinned and felt the last of the tension in my body leave. It looked like I could cross sucking dick off my bucket list, and Logan had enjoyed it so I was calling it a success.

“My legs are still shaking.”

Logan laughed and stepped away so we could pull our pants up and put our dicks away.

“Want me to look over that essay now?” he asked when we were dressed and mostly presentable.

“Maybe in a bit. Want to watch a few episodes of Modern Family?”

“Sure.”

We went to the couch and I cued up the show.

“I still can’t believe you never watched it.”

“I know. It just never looked interesting to me. It seemed forced.” He shrugged.

“And now?”

“It’s some of the funniest shit I’ve ever seen.”

We leaned back against the couch as the episode started. It felt nice to be sitting shoulder-to-shoulder, but after what we’d just done my body was craving a little more contact.

Almost as though he’d read my mind, Logan lifted his arm and rested it on the back of the couch behind me. I didn’t know if it was an invitation or just him stretching, but I wanted to cuddle so I was taking it as one.

I half expected him to pull away as I leaned into him. Instead his arm moved to circle my shoulders and he tucked me against his body. It felt good to be so close to him, and I sighed as he shifted so we were even closer.

I’d never cuddled with a dude before and worried that our similar builds would make it awkward or uncomfortable, but I’d been worried for nothing. It felt amazing, and I was glad we’d added it to our list of things we did together. I just hoped it wasn’t a one time thing.

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LOGAN

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As Adam and I cuddled on the couch I had a hard time focusing on the TV. A part of me had been afraid Adam wouldn’t want to suck me. It was irrational, but I’d been with a few ‘strict tops’ as they’d called themselves, who refused to put any part of my body into theirs. They didn’t mind getting their dick sucked or fucking a tight ass, but they wouldn’t suck or get fucked.

I knew it was all preference, but I’d always wondered if it was their way of keeping the ‘gay’ out of having sex with guys. Considering Adam had only been with girls and he was so new to being with men, I’d thought it would take a long time before he was comfortable with the idea of putting my dick in his mouth.

He’d not only been comfortable with it, he’d been fan-fucking-tastic. His technique had been a bit raw and sloppy, but his enthusiasm had made it that much more incredible. Plus, he’d swallowed me.

All that had been amazing, my body was still tingling slightly, but this was perfect.

I was a cuddle whore, and I usually had to settle for snuggling with Avery when Matt let go of her long enough for me to get some cuddle time with her. It was nice with her, but I missed the feel of a male body.

There was something so right about feeling broad shoulders and a tight chest, and Adam seemed to fit perfectly against me.

Considering I kept my sexcapades on the casual side I didn’t get a lot of chance to cuddle with anyone. When we were there to fuck I could usually get the requisite hold after sex, and then they’d get up and that would be that.

With Adam everything was different, and I was breaking all of my rules for him. I didn’t do complicated—and this was hella complicated, and I didn’t do relationships.

Adam and I might only be messing around, but living together was creating a sense of intimacy I’d never had before. I saw him all day, played video games and went to the gym with him. We had a lot of access to each other, and it wasn’t just my dick that wanted him.

I liked hanging out with him. I enjoyed our game nights and shooting the shit when we were bored. I had strong feelings of friendship for him, but there was something else there.

I didn’t know if I was falling for him or if it was just the forced domestication our living arrangement created, but I cared about him in a way I’d never felt before.

It was confusing as fuck and I wished I had someone to talk to about it, but I didn’t. I had no idea if Adam was planning on coming out, or if I was alone in feeling anything other than being roommates with benefits.

I’d never been in love before. I’d had some strong attractions and a few mild obsessions in the past, but never love. I’d never looked at a guy and imagined settling down and only being with him for the rest of my life. I wasn’t there with Adam yet, but I had no desire to even look at other guys, and the thought of him with someone else made my pulse race and my stomach turn.

It wasn’t just possessiveness, like he was mine to play with and no one else could have him until I was done with him. It was genuine affection and warmth that made me want to be the only one in his life.

I was probably reading way too far into things. Adam was discovering his attraction to men and he was exploring the physical side of it with me. He’d said it himself. He wanted to explore sex with me. I was basically his gay mentor at this point.

I stifled a sigh and pulled him a little closer. I didn’t want to think about that, or anything at all, right now. At the moment I wanted to enjoy Adam’s warm body against mine, feeling his shoulders rise and fall as he breathed and hear him laugh and chuckle along with the show.

Right now was cuddle time. I could drive myself crazy with questions and ‘what ifs’ later.