A Trip to Remember (7 page)

Logan’s back lifted off the bed. “Then you won’t get a round two.”

“You drive a hard bargain.”

“Oh my God,” said Logan around a laugh. “Shut up.” He put his hand on Colin’s head and pushed him, urging him lower. “I’ve got a much better idea for what you can do with your mouth.”

Colin bit his stomach, laughed as Logan jerked. “Now who needs to shut up?” he asked. He didn’t resist the grip in his hair urging him downward, though he went more than willingly.

Logan’s erection was thick and long, curving a little to the right. Colin didn’t waste any time getting acquainted with it. He bent his head, tugged Logan’s hand back down so it was in his hair once more, and slowly dragged his lips from base to tip. “Tease later,” growled Logan.

“Where’s the fun in that?” laughed Colin, making sure his breath blew over Logan’s cock as he talked. He smirked as it twitched in reaction. Logan’s grip on his hair tightened and pulled. Obligingly he lowered his head and sucked the tip into his mouth. He let it pop in and out, aware of the obscene noise it made as he did. Logan was loving it if his moans were any indication, but his hips weren’t moving, and Colin was not cool with that.

He took him in farther, hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head. He made sure to flick his tongue over the tip every time he came up, flattening it as he slid back down. Logan’s hips twitched. Colin took a deep breath in through his nose and took him down to the base, choking at first, causing his eyes to water. Logan held him there, and his hips came off the bed with a quick snap.

Colin whined around him; he couldn’t help it.

Logan dragged him up, then let him go back down once he’d caught his breath. He snapped his hips again, pressing in longer that time, till Colin had to come up, gasping for air, with his eyes streaming. He didn’t let him go back down.

“What?” Colin rasped.

Logan tugged on his hair. “Up here,” he said.

Colin narrowed his eyes at him, then looked mournfully down at Logan’s cock. “I wasn’t done,” he pointed out.

Logan pulled again, and up Colin went, making sure to wipe his wet mouth on Logan’s stomach. Logan tugged lightly on his hair in retaliation, stomach sucking in. They kissed, Logan greedily taking his mouth. “You’re so fucking hot,” he said. “Absolutely ridiculous.”

“I know,” Colin replied, trying to keep a straight face.

The kiss broke as Logan started laughing, tilting his head back as he shook with it. Colin tilted his head down and watched as Logan’s cock bobbed with the movement. There was a wet smear from where it was leaking across his stomach.

“Can I finish sucking you off?” he asked.

Logan shook his head no, calming his laughter. He pulled Colin back down, wrapped his legs around Colin’s waist. “I want to come like this.”

“Seriously?”

Logan bit his jaw, sharply. “Seriously.” He slapped Colin’s ass hard. “Get moving.”

“Must I do all the work?” asked Colin, moving to brace himself over Logan and do as he was told. They rocked together on the bed, their cocks slipping and sliding as they tried to find a rhythm that worked. It wasn’t perfect at first, and it took them a few minutes to get in sync. At one point they bumped their heads together as they both tried to look between them.

Eventually they did find what worked, though, and it was good. It was so fucking good. Colin pressed his forehead against Logan’s shoulder, lips brushing Logan’s neck with every movement. Logan’s skin was slick with sweat, but Colin didn’t care. Logan wasn’t much better, his breath dampening the side of Colin’s neck, and his fingers digging indents into Colin’s ass.

The bed was squeaking underneath them, the room filled with the sounds of their panting breaths. Colin brought a hand up to brace against the headboard, Logan’s head dangerously close to making contact with it. He nuzzled the side of his face, blindly kissing along his jaw and over his cheek. His hair tickled the side of Colin’s face.

When he came, it was with a long, shaky breath. He felt his stomach get slick, his muscles tensing and releasing as he hunched into Logan. Beneath him, Logan was having a similar reaction: his hips shuddering, low grunts being pulled from his throat. He bit Colin’s shoulder hard enough to make him swear.

He shoved at Colin when Colin let his weight collapse onto him. Obligingly, Colin rolled to the side. “Now who’s the vampire?” he asked him, weakly rubbing at the sore spot on his shoulder.

Logan turned his head to the side, looking at him through bedroom eyes. “Did you not like it?”

Colin shoved his face away. “Don’t be an ass.”

“W
E
’
RE
NEVER
going to eat all of this,” said Colin as he stared in disbelief at the table. Logan had cooked enough food to feed a small army. There were three pans of lasagna, a ham, a massive bowl of potatoes, another of salad, corn, green beans, a loaf of bread, and a selection of rolls. “This is insane.”

Logan brushed by him, trailing his hand over Colin’s lower back, gently prodding him to take a seat. “We’re not supposed to eat all of this. There’s this thing called leftovers.”

“You’re going to feed your family the leftovers, aren’t you?” He took a seat across from Logan and started to fill his plate till it was nearly overflowing. He poked at the lasagnas. “What’s the difference?”

“The first one is vegetarian, the second meat, and the third just cheese.”

Colin went for the meat one.

“You should put some kind of vegetable on your plate,” said Logan, adding salad to his bowl.

Colin looked down at his plate of potatoes, bread, lasagna, and ham. “I’m good,” he said. He was sure his mom would force him to eat plenty of vegetables when he finally made it to her. “It’s Christmas. It’s a day for not doing the healthy thing.”

Logan laughed at him. “Does that mean you’re going to make yourself sick with cookies again?”

“You bet your ass I am.”

By the time he finished eating, he felt like he was going to explode. He leaned back in his chair with a loud groan. “This is how I’m going to die,” he said, rubbing his stuffed stomach.

Logan bent to kiss him as he walked around the table, picking up Colin’s plate. “Go lay on the couch.”

Colin grabbed for his arm. “Come lay with me.”

Logan kissed him again, bumping their noses together. “Let me do the dishes first.”

“Dishes later,” said Colin. “It’s Christmas. Be lazy.” He kissed him back. “I’ll do them later for you, promise.” He could see the look of temptation on Logan’s face, so he pushed that last step. “I’ll watch one of your ridiculous Christmas movies.”

His plate made a clanking noise as it was set back down. Logan grabbed his hands and tugged. “You’ve got a deal.”

Bought: hook, line, and sinker.

Colin let himself be tugged into the living room and splayed overtop of Logan on the couch. He kissed his neck lazily, nuzzling into him. Logan tilted his head up and away, swatting at him.

“You’re not getting out of this that easily,” he said.

Colin let his head thud down against Logan’s chest. Well, at least he’d gotten him on the couch with him. He could call that a partial success.

“How about
Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer
again?”

Colin nodded, resting his head on Logan’s chest and settling down. He wriggled to get comfortable. Logan could watch
Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer
. Colin would take a nap. Everybody won.

“I
THINK
it’s stopped,” said Logan.

Colin snuggled against Logan’s neck, mumbling under his breath.

“I didn’t catch that.”

He pulled back and kissed the side of Logan’s face just because he could. “I don’t want to leave. Isn’t that absurd?”

Logan nosed at his jaw, tilted his head to kiss his lips. “Not absurd at all. I don’t want you to leave either.”

They were curled around each other in Logan’s bed, legs entwined and bare torsos pressed together. Outside the window, the sky had settled, and snow had ceased to fall. In a couple of hours, the roads would probably be useable again. Colin would need to call for someone to come get his car.

It was insane that he wanted the blizzard to start back up again. He’d been wishing for more snow since he’d woken up and looked outside to see that all had calmed. The last three days had been an odd type of perfect, a peaceful bubble that he was loath to pop.

“It’s not the end,” said Logan, rolling them till Colin was on his back and he could look down at him. “We’ll text and call, go on dates.” He smoothed his hair back, scratching at Colin’s scalp.

Colin nudged his head into the contact. “Is this your way of asking me to be your boyfriend?”

“Yeah.”

Wrapping his arms around his neck, Colin tugged Logan down and kissed his chin, then his mouth, drifted to his cheekbones, his forehead.

“I’ll take that as you saying yes,” said Logan. “It’s not too fast for you?”

Colin let his head drop back into the pillows, stared up at a pleased and smug-looking Logan. He brushed his fingers over where Logan’s dimple would be if he were smiling. “Nope, not too fast at all. It’s a little too late to be asking that anyway.”

“Good.” Logan rolled off of him to the side, slinging a leg over Colin’s hips. “So we pulled off a pretty good Christmas, I’d say.”

He ran his hand over Logan’s leg, tickled behind his knee, laughing as Logan twitched and tried to yank his leg away. “Yeah,” he said. “I think it was pretty good. Definitely in my top three Christmases.”

“Oh yeah? What beat this one out?”

“Who’s saying this one isn’t number one?”

Logan pinched his side. “If it’s number one then you’d say so, you said top three. Ergo….”

“Ergo,” mimicked Colin, rolling his eyes. “Fine. It’s the best. I was trying to save some face. Obviously that’s beyond you.”

Patting the side of his face in sympathy, Logan leaned in for a quick kiss. “You’re so easy.”

Huffing, Colin rolled away from him, presenting Logan with his back as he feigned outrage. Logan took the opportunity to kiss his back, biting at his shoulder blades. Colin’s shoulders twitched with the touches. He was just getting ready to roll over to initiate a round two, when his phone trilled on the nightstand.

“Ignore it,” he said, but Logan was already moving away, reaching for it and glancing down at the screen.

The phone hit his arm, then bounced off to land in front of his stomach.

“Your mom,” said Logan. “Don’t be an ass. Pick up.”

Colin picked it up, greeting his mom all while making grabby hands at Logan as he rolled naked from the bed. He watched his ass flex as he strode to the closet, wanted to laugh a little at the sharp tan line. He’d spent quite some time the night before—and that morning—biting that ass. It was a stellar ass. Perhaps the best one he’d ever seen.

He realized his mom was talking, asking him something, and he hadn’t heard a word she’d said. Forcing himself to look up at the ceiling, he asked, “Could you repeat that? Sorry the service is in and out here.”

“Are you coming today?” she repeated. “We missed you yesterday. Was your Christmas okay? Did you eat?”

“Yes. I missed you too. My Christmas was fantastic, and Logan cooked. He’s really good at it.”

“So mystery guy has a name,” she prodded.

Colin sighed. He let his head roll to the side to see Logan coming back to the bed—sadly fully dressed. “Mystery guy has a name,” he said.

Logan mouthed, “Lucky me.” He crawled onto the bed.

“Are we going to get to meet him?”

“Eventually,” said Colin, realizing he would like that. “He’s going to go spend a late Christmas with his family too.” Logan sprawled next to him, resting his head on Colin’s chest. Colin sank his free hand into his hair and rubbed.

“Well tell him I said thank you for making sure you had food and company. I’ll see you later.”

When he got off the phone with her, Logan asked, “Eventually what?”

“She wants to meet you,” he said, reaching out to pluck at Logan’s shirt. “Why did you get dressed?”

“Ooh, I get to meet the parents? Aren’t you moving things right along.” He laughed, ducking to kiss Colin’s bare stomach. He trailed his tongue down to Colin’s belly button, laughing as Colin sucked his stomach in, hips twitching. “If I didn’t get dressed, we’d spend all day in bed.”

“That doesn’t sound bad to me.”

“Not feasible,” reminded Logan. He pulled away and smacked Colin’s stomach. “Call the tow people to come get your car. You can borrow mine to get to your parents. I won’t be going anywhere, anyway.”

“Look at you, ensuring I come back to see you soon. What if I just keep your car?”

“You’ll come back,” laughed Logan. He got off of the bed, tugged on Colin’s arms to half drag him toward the edge. “Get a move on. I don’t want your mom thinking I held you up.”

Reluctantly Colin dragged himself from the bed, making sure to stretch in front of Logan, flaunting his naked body. Logan looked him up and down, his lips curling with amusement. A second later a T-shirt hit Colin in the face.

“I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“P
LEASE
,”
SAID
Logan, “don’t wreck my car.” His arms were wrapped around Colin, his body pressed tight to him as they hugged. Colin couldn’t see his face, but he imagined Logan probably looked amused. He’d never get tired of making fun of him.

“I won’t,” he assured him, burying his nose in his hair and breathing in. They separated a moment later, Logan taking a couple steps back. Colin forced himself to turn and make for the car.

He’d gotten all of ten steps when something wet and cold collided with the back of his head and slithered down his neck. Logan’s laughter was loud and bright behind him. That bastard…. Colin bent and scooped up a large ball of snow, pivoting quickly to try and nail Logan.

He missed.

Logan sent another snowball sailing toward him, Colin dodged, returning the volley. That time he hit Logan, grinning triumphantly as it shattered over his chest. Logan took off running, Colin following as they scooped up snow and proceeded to drench each other.