Just a Bit Wrecked (Straight Guys 11)

They kissed and kissed, and it got rougher and needier, and then it wasn’t enough.

Soon, their clothes were on the floor.

They fucked just like that, their lips locked together, Logan’s hastily slicked-up cock moving in him with filthy, wet sounds of flesh against flesh. Andrew wasn’t even embarrassed of the high-pitched moans leaving his mouth as they fucked. He didn’t care. He couldn’t stop kissing him. Couldn’t get enough of him. Couldn’t touch him enough. He could die happily like this, full of Logan’s cock and being kissed within an inch of his life.

He came too fast, sobbing and clinging to Logan’s heavy body with all his might. It was bliss. It was pure heaven.

He didn’t even mind that Logan kept fucking him for a while, no matter how oversensitive his hole now was. It still felt pleasant in a different way. It made him want to preen, Logan’s every groan and moan like a personal accomplishment. He was wanted. He was needed. He was making Logan feel good.

When Logan finally spilled inside him and went still, Andrew was almost disappointed that it was over.

He had no idea how long they lay like that, floating on a post-orgasmic high.

It took Andrew a while to register something hard digging into his side. Frowning, he opened his eyes and retrieved the offending object.

His phone.

“Fuck.”

Logan lifted his head and looked down at him, his eyes still a little glassy. “What?”

Andrew winced when he saw the length of the call. He was pretty sure he hadn’t spoken to Shawn for seven minutes. How much had that asshole heard before hanging up?

“My brother-in-law’s husband likely heard us having sex.” Andrew sighed, running a hand over his face. “Fuck, did I say your name?”

When Logan didn’t reply, he looked back at him.

Logan’s expression was unreadable, but his brown eyes were significantly harder now. “And that would be a problem? Because I’m a man?”

Andrew pulled a face. “It’s not… it’s not really about that. I just really hate the idea of someone listening to me having sex. It makes me feel…” He winced again. “Kind of dirty. I’ve always been uncomfortable with public displays of affection, and this is far weirder. Sex is… I know it’s old-fashioned, but I’ve always thought of sex as something private.” Vivian had always made fun of him for being such a “prude,” and although he’d disagreed, there was some truth to it.

He looked back at Logan, expecting him to make fun of him too, but the expression on his face wasn’t mocking. Andrew wasn’t sure what it was, but mockery wasn’t there.

Logan laid a hand on Andrew’s face, rubbing his cheek with his thumb for a moment. Andrew shivered, trying not to lean into the touch like a cat.

At last, Logan said, looking him in the eyes, “Even if he heard something, he wasn’t here. He didn’t see anything. It was just you and me.”

Andrew swallowed.

“You and me,” he repeated, and somehow, the words turned into something he hadn’t intended them to be, and the air between them grew thick and heavy. Andrew found himself blushing, for no damn reason.

Logan’s lips curled into a smile. It was a beautiful smile.

Andrew felt… He felt… Logan seemed too far all of a sudden; Andrew needed him closer. He buried his hand in Logan’s hair and dragged him down into a hard, needy kiss. God, he wanted to consume him, take his body into his own and keep it there, forever. You and me, the words echoed in his mind as he sucked on Logan’s tongue hungrily.

You and me, you and me, you and me.

Chapter 21

Andrew’s mouth was fucking made for kissing, Logan thought. His lips were plump and soft, and he kissed with endless need that went straight to Logan’s cock—and did uncomfortable things to his heart too.

Fuck, this was worse than the sex. Sex was just sex. Logan didn’t have a problem separating sex from attachment and affection. But they weren’t having sex now, and yet he was kissing Andrew. Just because he wanted it. Just because he loved feeling Andrew shiver in his arms, his trembling lips clinging to Logan’s, Andrew’s soft moans swallowed by his own mouth. There was something addictive about it. Something intoxicating. Logan felt drunk on these kisses, drunk and powerful, the pleasure unlike anything he’d ever felt.

They’d been kissing for what felt like hours, ever since they’d woken up. They’d already had morning sex, but they hadn’t stopped kissing—the kisses just went from heated to lazy and clingy. Logan felt clingy as hell and it was starting to creep him out.

The sound of an incoming message broke the warm, intimate atmosphere in the room.

Andrew sighed and tore his mouth away with an obscene wet sound. Logan stared at those pink, moist lips as their owner reached for his phone.