“I always liked you too,” Logan says.
“No… I mean liked you.”
“Oh,” Logan says. “Oh. I didn’t know that.”
“So…” Yvette props herself up on an elbow to look at me. “Have you done this before? You know. The stuff you do with me?”
I nod my head. “Lots of times.”
“But not in a long time,” Logan adds.
“Truth.”
“Why not?” Yvette asks.
“We kinda drifted apart,” Logan says.
“But you’ve been friends forever, it seems.”
“Pretty long time,” I add.
“Do you love each other?” she asks.
“Sure,” I say.
“You love me?” Logan laughs.
“I’ve loved you since that very first time we met,” I say. “I just didn’t realize it until last night.”
He huffs out some air.
“We gotta find a way out of this,” I say.
“AJ—”
“No, listen,” I interrupt him. “Just… there has to be a way, ya know.”
“Well, when you figure it out, let me know. Because I’ve got no ideas. There’s no way Damon will just forget about us. So even if we take off, he’ll hunt us down.”
“We could kill him,” I say.
Logan just laughs.
“Yeah, not gonna work,” I say. “Even though everyone hates his guts they’d still want revenge for that.”
“Just drop it for now,” Logan says.
“For now? Dude, we’ve got one day to figure this shit out.”
He sits up and swings his legs over the bed. Then stands up and faces me, his cock still kinda hard, swinging between his legs. I stare at it unapologetically, then let my eyes track up his body to meet his gaze. “Come take a shower with me.”
And then he turns and walks into the bathroom.
Yvette and I stay put. Listen as he starts the water.
“Well?” she finally says.
“Don’t worry,” I say. “We’ll come up with something.”
“That wasn’t what I was asking.” She laughs. “You gonna join him?”
I nod. “Yeah. Probably. You?”
She shakes her head. “No, I’ll go start breakfast. Meet me down there when you’re done.”
She gets up, finds her clothes, and then quickly gets dressed and disappears.
“AJ,” Logan calls from the bathroom. “What the fuck are you doing?”
So I get up and join him.
“Where’s Yvette?” he asks, when I step into the shower.
“Making breakfast.”
He nods, staring at me. “You like her,” he says. Not a question.
I nod, then step forward and reach for his cock. “I do,” I say, jerking him off.
He closes his eyes and pushes me away, but not hard. Not hard enough to make me let go.
“But I like you too, Logan. We’re in this together.”
I place a hand on his chest and push. Forcing him to back into the wall. He just sighs.
“It’s not me who’s bothering you,” I say, still gripping his cock. Still pumping it in my palm. “So what’s up?”
He bows his head a little but looks up at me through his wet, dark hair.
I lean in and kiss him. He kisses me back and reaches for my cock.
We’ve never done this before. Not without a girl between us. But it feels right. Feels natural. Feels… good.
Our breathing becomes heavy as we press our chests together, water collecting on our skin.
“Damon,” he whispers.
“No,” I whisper back, tugging on his cock a little harder. “You. You’re up.”
He smiles and nods. “Yeah, so are you.” He squeezes harder. Fisting my shaft with one hand and reaching for the bottle of soap with the other. He squeezes some onto my dick and begins to wash me with both hands.
I close my eyes and growl a little. Reach down and help him. Gathering soapy suds as we jerk me off together. My hands over his. Pulling and tugging.
It feels amazing.
But it’s not all about me. So I reach out and take his cock in my hand and we jerk each other off. Washing each other’s dicks as we do it.
Kissing. First lightly. Then harder as our breathing becomes heavy and quick.
“Don’t leave,” I say.
“Where would I go?”
“Just don’t go back, Logan. Just—”
“Shut up and make me come.”
“I know what you’re doing.”
“I’m jerking you off, asshole. And you don’t seem to be enjoying it, so—”
I kiss him again. To make sure he understands. I am enjoying it—it’s just… I want more. I want out. And I want him to come with me. “We could really have something, you know. We could take Yvette with us. Go down to Mexico—”
He laughs.
“What? What’s so funny?”
“I think I had a dream about that. That we were in Mexico. I went to this island a couple years ago. Some place my mom and dad took me before things fell apart. That’s the only good memory I have of them. Us, as a family, ya know. So I went down there a couple years ago and I was gonna disappear. Just me. I was just tired of Damon’s bullshit. So I took off to Isla Holbox. Fucking perfect place, man. Just fucking perfect. White beaches, surreal lagoon, fucking sunrise that makes you want to get up early. No stress. Just… like you said last night. Just living.”