Dreaming of You (9 page)

“You don’t need to sound quite so pleased with yourself, you rotten little cuss.” He grabbed my hip with one hand and forcefully pulled me back.

I moaned and smiled as I felt the head of his cock pressing against my hole. Once the head popped in, he placed the hand he’d been using to guide his dick into me on my other hip and expertly shoved his full length into me. I let out a full-throated moan as he grunted and began to pump his hard flesh in and out.

I began to pant when he pushed farther into me with each thrust. I loved the way his hands controlled my body, twisting and pulling me into whatever position he wanted me in.

I could feel the sweat run down the center of my back. “I’m close, baby.”

Logan reached up and grabbed my shoulder, one hand pulling me back while his other pushed me out from my hip, arching my back to the point I thought I might snap in two. Feeling my balls inch up, I reached down and grabbed my lube-and-precum-saturated cock and pulled roughly. I screamed out, “Oh baby…you’re a fucking god,” as my ass clenched around Logan’s cock and I shot out thick, hot streams of cum. He instantly rammed deeper into me as he yelled out, digging his fingers into my hip and shoulder, releasing his load into the condom up my ass.

Logan wrapped his arm around my waist and pressed his face into my shoulder as he twitched and shuddered a few more times. I reached my hand back behind his head and turned as our mouths met in a soft kiss. The sweat ran down between us as he pressed his slick, warm body against mine.

Our lips parted, and he said, “I’m so crazy about you.”

He slid his other arm around my waist, pulling me tight to him. Still on our knees in the middle of the bed, I could feel his dick inside me slowly begin to lose its hardness. I reached back to place my hands on his ass, keeping him tight against me.

“I could stay like this forever,” I said as he nuzzled his face in between my shoulder blades, “you inside me.”

He lightly kissed the back of my neck. “I love you.”

I felt a pressure on my chest and my eyes began to burn as the words cut through me. Never in my life had those words created such an ache in my gut, wrenching me from the base of my spine to the tip of my skull. I was so happy being wrapped up in his arms and terrified at the thought of letting go. I felt so connected to this man, and the sheer power my need to be near him held over me scared the shit out of me.

* * * * *

We each lay on our sides, looking at one another. Logan had my hand in his and was holding it up against his chest. I reached over and ran my finger down the line in the center of his chest. There was still a light trace of sweat covering him. We lay there, neither one of us saying anything, for what seemed like hours. Every now and then he’d survey the room and I tried to gauge what he was looking at: the armoire, the crown molding, the crack in the plaster wall? The pillows from my bed were scattered all over the floor, and the duvet and sheet had been pushed down by our feet and were now shoved between the footboard and the mattress. Finally he smiled, and a little laugh slipped out.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“I was just wondering.”

“Yes?” I figured he wanted to do something kinky but was reluctant to come out with it.

“I was wondering what it would’ve been like if I’d met you in high school.”

“Where in the name of holy gay hell did that come from?”

“I don’t know,” he said with a sexy grin. “It just popped into my head.”

“You’re an odd one, Mr. Price.” I acted scared, even though I thought it was kind of sweet. “Well, you probably never would’ve met me in high school, even if we had gone to the same school.”

“Oh, I see.” He gave me a smirk. “You were just so popular and much too snotty to have ever associated with the likes of me, huh?”

I rubbed his chest with the back of my finger. “You wouldn’t have looked at me twice. I was an invisi-kid, like a ghost, with only a yearbook picture to prove I’d actually been there.”

“That sounds kinda sad. Are you telling me you had no friends in high school?”

“Not really,” I said as he locked eyes with me. “There were a couple of people I talked to, but we didn’t hang out outside of school.”

“I don’t understand. Why?”

“It was totally me. I shut everyone out. It was a fear thing. I don’t think I consciously knew it at the time, but being gay was really what kept me from allowing anyone to get close.”

“So the fear of being ostracized made you ostracize yourself?”

“Yeah.” I watched his face, waiting to see the “you’re so pathetic” look. When he didn’t say anything, I continued. “I guess, at least, it was my decision as opposed to someone else making it for me. I mean, there was one guy that was obviously gay, and I saw how he was treated, which wasn’t pretty by any means. I don’t know, I suppose I thought it would just be easier to blend into the walls. I wish I could say I was the gay avenger, running around high school kicking hetero ass, but such isn’t the case.”

“Well, if I had been in your school, I would’ve noticed you. I would’ve been like, Hey…look at that hottie sitting over there in the corner. Damn, I’d love to suck his dick.”

“Oh my God.” I burst out in shocked laughter.

“You would’ve let me too,” he added, arching one eyebrow.

“Oh yeah, you know it, baby.”

“You would.” He poked me playfully in the side. “You would’ve been like, Oh yeah…give it to me daddy!”

“You’re a dirty boy.” I swatted his hand away. “Is that what you were like in high school, running around sucking all the dick you could get your mouth on?”

He took my hand and placed it over his heart. “Yeah, pretty much. I was a horny little bastard.”

“Well, I’m glad I didn’t know you then.” I removed my hand and smacked him. “You probably would’ve broken my heart.”

“Nah.” Logan reached over, tickling me. “Once I got my mouth on your little sixteen-year-old cock,” he added, reaching down and grabbing at my crotch, “I would’ve been hooked. You would’ve strung me along, only giving it to me when it suited your diabolical purposes, and then after senior prom, you’d have dumped me and run off to college.”

“Hell.” I loved having his hands on my body. “I didn’t go to my senior prom.”

“What?”

“Nope, I met two gay guys my senior year when I worked at Kmart.”

“Wait…you worked at Kmart?” He laughed. “That’s it. I’m on the first plane outta here.”

“Fuck you, little Mr. Rich Boy. I wasn’t brought up with a silver spoon up my butt.”

“Shit.” He rolled onto his side, wide-eyed. “I hadn’t figured it out till now. That’s why I’m queer. They shoved the spoon in the wrong end…and I liked it a little too much.”

“Sick.” I shook my head and laughed. “I’m in love with a perv boy.”

“Sure, sure…pretend to be disgusted, shaking that finger in my face. Just remember, Mr. High-and-Mighty, I know what you like to do with that finger.” He laughed when my mouth fell open. “Okay, okay, blue light special boy, so what the hell were you really doing when you were supposed to be at your prom?”

“I was in a gay bar. I had my very first kiss that night.”

“You did, huh?” he said. “Was it a good one?”

“It was fucking great.”

“Better than this?” he asked, rolling on top of me and sliding his tongue into my mouth.

“All right, boys, cover your twigs-n-berries,” Finn called out, kicking the door open, causing Logan and me to freeze in place. “Well, well!” She was standing in the doorway wearing an apron, holding two bottles of water and shaking her head. “I can see by the trail of luggage and clothes leading to your bedroom you two wasted no time before humping one another like cats in heat.”

I started laughing out of both a mix of embarrassment and amusement at how pleased Finn was with herself for walking in on us in our current state. I couldn’t figure out the reasoning behind the apron. Hell, I didn’t even know we had an apron. “Well, introductions seem slightly absurd at the moment, but, Finn…meet Logan.”

“Gee,” Logan said, “this isn’t at all awkward.”

“Well,” Finn offered, “not as awkward as it would’ve been coming in when you had his legs in the air and he was screaming, ‘Oh Logan…you’re a fucking god!’”

I busted out laughing, and Logan said, “Very true, that certainly would’ve been more awkward.”

“All right, boys, you can fuck each other later on. I’m bored, so you need to come entertain me.”

I shot her a nasty look. “Finn, this isn’t funny. You’re being rude, so close the door and go away.”

“I am shocked at your accusation! I’m just being a good hostess.” She stomped over and placed the bottles of water onto the nightstand. “I’ll just go back out into the living room and sit on the couch…by myself…with absolutely nothing to do.” She turned to head out the door and stopped in the doorway with her back turned and added, “Except listen to the two of you have sex.”

I looked at Logan, and he shrugged “You win. We’ll be out in a minute.”

“Yeah!” she squealed, turning around with a huge smile. “And Logan,” she added, smiling and crinkling up her nose, “nice fucking ass.” She winked at him and disappeared around the corner.

“Okay,” Logan said, with a serious expression.

“I’m so sorry.”

“I like her.” He nodded “You gotta love a girl who can appreciate a hot ass when she sees it.”

I shook my head as he got up and shut the door. How that bitch gets away with the shit she pulls is beyond me. Logan and I got up and went into the connecting bathroom and took a shower. He wouldn’t let me lift a finger. He washed his hair, then my hair, himself, and then me, all the while kissing me and running his lips over every inch of my body. It was wonderful to not have to do anything for myself. I kissed him gently and slowly as we dried one another off.

I got dressed, ran out to the front door, grabbed his luggage, and took it in to him. I left him to dig through his suitcases and made my way out to the living room.

As I walked down the hallway, I ran my hands through my damp hair, catching a whiff of the citrus-sage scent left from the shampoo. I walked into the living room, which in its current state was a sort of mixed-bag ethnic design scheme. The entertainment armoire and the coffee table were chunky, heavy-looking wooden pieces made in Mexico. Finn had done some type of tobacco-colored faux finish on the walls, which I was particularly fond of. They made the dark-stained thick crown molding and the ornate wood mantel around the fireplace really pop. The window treatments, as Finn called them, getting mad whenever I called them curtains, were thin, flowing, deep jewel-toned Moroccan-inspired panels that sort of pooled onto the floor. Finn was sitting in the brown leather armchair, so I walked over and plopped down on the matching sofa, letting out a sigh.

“Well, well.” Finn had the pasted-on expression of an actress in a television commercial. “Looks like someone’s had their gears adjusted.”

I smiled, a little embarrassed but also wanting to rub it in that I just got laid. “I feel like I just had my first meal after a several-month-long fast.”

She laughed and pulled her legs up into the chair. “Well, I suppose if anyone deserves it, you do. If it were anyone else, I’d want to scratch their eyes out from jealousy.”

“And by the way, we’ll not be having any more repeat performances like the one you pulled earlier.”

She flung her hand up into the air as if in disgust. “The thanks I get for keeping you hydrated.”

“Save it, lady.”

“Was he mad?”

“No.” I knew full well she couldn’t have cared less if he was mad. “Your favorable speculations as to the appearance of his ass seem to be the only thing he noticed.”

She giggled, looking like a mischievous little girl.

Logan walked in wearing a tight white wifebeater, the sight of which made my mouth water, and a pair of loose-fitting gray cotton sweatpants. He sat down next to me on the sofa, stretching his arms out. “I feel great.”

“I’d hope to hell so,” Finn said.