THE INCESSANT BEEP of the alarm had Logan’s eyes opening the following morning, and when he saw it was still dark outside, he rolled over to his side and burrowed under the covers, nuzzling his nose against the soft curls at the back of Tate’s neck.

“Tell me it isn’t time to wake up already.” Tate’s grumble made Logan’s lips curve against the smooth skin of his shoulder as he wrapped an arm over Tate’s waist and trailed his fingers up and down the hair of his treasure trail.

“Not time for you, no. But if I want to go for a run before people start arriving today…”

Tate groaned and pressed his face into the pillow. “You’ve lost your mind. It’s still dark outside.”

“You’re right, it is still dark. And cold. Very, very cold. Maybe you could persuade me to stay home and get my workout done here instead of out there.”

“Hmm,” Tate said, pushing back until their bodies were perfectly aligned and his ass was cradling Logan’s morning hard-on.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Logan said as he wrapped his fingers around Tate’s erection and grazed his lips over his shoulder.

“Yeah. Oh fuck, Logan. That feels…” Tate’s words left him as Logan rolled his hips forward, rubbing himself along the crack of Tate’s ass.

“Mhmm. It feels fucking amazing, is what it feels,” Logan said as he kissed his way up Tate’s neck to nuzzle in behind his ear. “God, you’re fucking hard this morning.”

Tate reached back to put a hand on Logan’s hip and pull him closer, and when Logan sucked on the skin just under his ear, Tate’s hips punched forward, driving his cock through Logan’s tight fist.

“What did you expect?” Tate said, panting. “You’re all over me.”

Logan nipped at Tate’s ear, his hand moving in leisurely strokes, spreading the sticky evidence of Tate’s arousal up and down his length.

“I am, aren’t I?” Logan said, and wrapped a leg over the top of Tate’s so he could really start to move against him. His dick was aching as he rocked his hips against Tate’s, and as his pre-cum made a slick path between the perfect ass cheeks cradling him, Logan began to groan in Tate’s ear. “Jesus, you feel unbelievable.”

Tate smoothed his hand down Logan’s thigh to his knee, tugged it further over his hip, and thrust back into him. “So do you.”

“Yes,” Logan said, inhaling the smell of Tate’s hair and their shampoo as he rocked his hips forward again. “Feel so fucking good.” Logan’s hand was moving up and down Tate’s flesh as he rubbed himself off against his ass, and Tate…he was anything but idle. He had one hand under his pillow and the other up holding Logan’s leg in place as they moved in sync and Logan continued to get off on him.

It was sensual as hell as they moved against one another amongst the shadows playing across their sheets, but soon it all became too much, and Tate reached down and halted Logan’s hand.

“Wait,” he managed, his breathing heavy. But Logan’s hips had a mind of their own, unable to stop now that he’d started. “Not like this,” Tate whispered, and Logan kissed his ear and removed his hand from his cock to stroke his fingers along the shadowy cleft of Tate’s ass instead.

“No?”

“No. I want— Oh damn, Logan,” Tate said as Logan gently probed his hole.

“What do you want? Tell me…” Logan said as he pushed the tip of his finger in deeper.

The throaty growl that left Tate had Logan’s dick throbbing, and when he turned his head and caught Logan’s mouth in a rough kiss, Logan speared his tongue between Tate’s lips and took a thorough taste. Then Tate was moving.

He let go of Logan’s leg, and as it slipped off his hip, Logan rolled to his back and Tate shifted up onto his knees to straddle him.

“This,” Tate said as he wrapped a hand around his dick and began to stroke. Logan greedily watched as Tate’s arm flexed and bunched as he masturbated, up and down, over and over, until he was shoving his hips forward to fuck that tight fist of his a little faster. “I want to watch your face while I do this. I want to get off to you.”

Fuck me, Logan thought, as his eyes roved over all of Tate he could see—and that was every fucking thing right now. Logan smoothed his palms up Tate’s thighs and around to his ass. When he had a good hold of him, Logan tugged him forward a little until Tate had to reach out with a hand to brace himself on the headboard to stay upright.

“I got no problem with that,” Logan said, but his jaw ticked at the effort it took not to attack. The sight above him was something straight from his favorite fuck fantasies, as Tate began to move like he had Logan’s cock inside him.

“Jesus, you’re sexy,” Logan said as Tate’s hair fell down over his forehead and his full lips parted. He licked them as he tunneled into his hand time and time again, creating that tight, hot friction on his dick, and as he did, Logan’s fingers crept between the crack of his ass to gently spread him apart.

“Fuck, Logan,” Tate said, his breath catching a little as Logan ran the pads of his fingers over his back entrance and he saw the arm Tate had braced on the headboard shake. Tate groaned and his head fell back as he moved his hips in a way that made his entire body bow forward, and had Logan’s mouth close to watering…because holy shit, Tate was something to look at.

“Damn, Tate, come on. Use me,” Logan growled, and Tate’s eyes flared at the suggestion. “Use my fingers, my cock—do whatever you want. Just use me and come while you’re over me like this. I want to watch you fly the fuck apart.”

* * *

TATE FELT FUCKING incredible as he straddled Logan’s thighs with his dick in hand. He had a palm braced on the headboard for support, and as he stared down at the sinfully attractive man under him, Tate couldn’t stop from pumping his aching cock.

Logan’s dark hair was a disheveled mess on the pristine white pillow, the cords of his neck were straining with the way he was holding back, and his eyes were close to glowing with how intensely he was watching Tate. And knowing that he’d caused this passionate fury made Tate feel as though he was the king of the goddamn world.

He could feel Logan playing around with his hole, slipping one, then two fingers inside him, and every time he did, Tate shoved back on them, wanting more, but the wicked tease under him would pull his hand away and flash a devilish smirk Tate wanted to kiss right off him.

Logan’s cock was leaking all the fuck over his stomach, and the more Tate writhed over the top of him, the messier his skin became, until finally, Tate couldn’t take it anymore. He needed a taste of Logan’s mouth and to feel that thick shaft against his own.

Tate shifted and planted his hand a little lower on the headboard so he could rub his cock along the length of Logan’s and wrap a hand around the both of them.

“Motherfucker,” Logan said as he craned his head back into the pillow and squeezed his eyes shut.

Yeah, Tate thought. Feel me against you. “Use you like this?” Tate asked, as the sun slipped through the curtains and found Logan’s face.

His eyes opened, and when the blue blazed up at Tate, Logan said, “More. Use me more.”

Tate grunted and tightened his knees on either side of Logan’s hips, then moved his entire body in a sensual rhythm that had his dick massaging the underside of Logan’s and his ass clenching around the fingertips pushing inside of it.

“Oh fuck. That’s… Ahh… You feel—”

“Mmm,” Tate said, and did it again, a little more forcefully, and Logan grabbed a handful of his ass in each hand.

“Again,” Logan demanded.

Tate rocked forward again, and this time Logan arched up off the mattress to meet him halfway, and Tate’s toes curled from the pleasure as he let his hand fall down from the headboard so he could grip the pillow under Logan’s head.

Tate captured Logan’s mouth with his and shoved his tongue between Logan’s lips, and as they tangled with one another, Tate began to grind his hips over Logan’s harder, faster, wanting more.

“Fuck. Fuck, Tate,” Logan said as he tore his mouth free and Tate kissed his way up Logan’s jaw to his ear.

“Wrap a hand around us.”

Logan’s eyes flared at the request, and as Tate let go, he felt Logan reach down between them and take over.

“Yeah,” Tate groaned, and brought his hand up to Logan’s mouth, wanting him to taste the arousal that was coating his fingers. He painted a wet path along Logan’s full lower lip, and as Logan began to suck him clean, Tate couldn’t tear his eyes away.

He began to thrust against Logan, in and out of his strong fist, which was holding them both captive, and when his orgasm threatened and the sensations became too intense to hold back anymore, Tate’s fingers curled around the pillow where Logan’s head rested and he squeezed his eyes shut at the intense pleasure coursing through him.

“Oh hell, Tate. Do it. Come on me,” Logan said, and then scraped his teeth over Tate’s jaw, making his eyes fly open. “Come all over us. I want to feel it.”

* * *

HE IS ONE sexy fucker. That was the only thought in Logan’s head as he looked up into the flushed face hovering over him. Tate’s dick was throbbing in his hand as it leaked all over Logan’s, and it was hot as fuck as he continued to rub himself up and down.

Tate hadn’t held back when Logan told him to use him, no… Instead, the gorgeous fucker had decided to give him one of the most sensual body massages imaginable, and as Tate’s fingers flexed into the pillow by Logan’s head, he knew Tate was close.

Logan gnawed his way up Tate’s jaw and said, “Come all over us. I want to feel it.”

Tate’s eyes flew open then, and Logan almost lost it. They were dark and dilated from Tate’s arousal, and with sunrise now upon them, the morning light filtered through the curtains and made his hair shine and his skin glow, as Tate began to writhe over Logan in a way that had his eyes close to rolling to the back of his head.

But fuck that; he wasn’t going to miss this. Not for anything in the world. He wanted to watch Tate’s face when he finally lost it and came all over the both of them, and it was about to happen—any second now. His hips were moving desperately as Tate fucked up against him, and then his cock began to pulse and his shoulders stiffened.

Yeah, there you go, Logan thought, and twisted his hand around the both of them in a way that finally had a shout ripping out of Tate. It bounced off their bedroom walls as he came all over the two of them like a fucking geyser.

Oh, sweet Jesus, Logan thought, his breathing coming hard and fast now as his own orgasm hovered right there, right on the edge, and when Tate slowly sat up on Logan’s thighs and reached out to trail his fingers through the sticky cum now coating his stomach, Logan’s balls tightened.

Do it, Logan thought, his eyes locked on the satiated man now running his hot gaze all over him. Do it. Suck your fucking fingers clean. And when Tate brought his fingers up to his lips and did just that, Logan thanked whoever was listening for the sexy man still straddled over him, and reached down to furiously start working his dick.

“Christ, Tate,” Logan said, as Tate did it again and then offered him a smug smirk.

“I taste good,” he said, and then he leaned down to flick his tongue over the swollen head of Logan’s cock. “Now what about you?” And yeah, that was it: Logan gave himself a final tug, and before Tate could move out of the way, Logan came all over his chest and halfway up his neck.

Tate’s lazy eyes met his, and he reached up to swipe his fingers through Logan’s cum and then brought them to his lips. “I was right. You taste good too.”

“You have a dirty fucking mouth this morning,” Logan said as he let out a deep, satisfied sigh and crooked a finger at Tate. When Tate leaned down, Logan whispered against his lips, “I want to taste it.”

Tate grinned against his mouth and opened to him for a thorough kiss, and when he raised his head, Logan licked his lips.

“Well,” Logan said. “I’m not sure about you, but that counts as a full-body workout in my book.”

As Tate shifted to the side, Logan looked down the length of his body and shook his head. “How am I going to think about anything other than you naked over the top of me when we’re all sitting around the dinner table later?”

“You’re not. That was the whole point,” Tate said, and chuckled as he placed a kiss on Logan’s lips.

Yep, Logan thought with a smile as he put his hands behind his head and Tate moved into his side. Gonna add that to the top of the list of things I’m most thankful for this year.