Even though he’d already said way more than he usually would to another guy—grunts and nods were all it took most of the time—Logan found himself wanting to see that smile again. Seth was a good man. Maybe he could be an actual friend, and clearly he needed the ego boost. Plus, he sucked cock like a champ.
As Seth licked up and down his shaft, spit dripping into Logan’s pubes, Logan said, “You’re fuckin’ born for this.” He could feel Seth smile around him before sucking hard, hollowing his cheeks.
Logan jerked up his hips involuntarily, and Seth briefly choked before he pressed harder with his hands, fingers digging into Logan’s hips.
Logan grunted. “Sorry.”
Apparently all was forgiven since Seth was still sucking him like there was no tomorrow. Logan moaned, all the tension draining out of him. The bad tension, anyway. The good kind had pleasure sparking through him.
He could see their reflection in the dark, wide windows, and it gave him a jolt to see himself like that—legs spread and breathing hard with Seth sucking him off. Watching the reflection, he ran his hand over Seth’s head, caressing his thick hair. Seth seemed to like it, making happy little noises.
Shit, Logan loved that. He wanted to make Seth happy. He mumbled, “Gonna make me come so hard. You want it?” Some guys didn’t like swallowing—not that Logan blamed them. But he had a feeling about Seth, and sure enough, Seth gazed up at him, eyes eager as he gave a little nod, his mouth still stuffed with Logan’s dick.
The way his lips stretched wide around Logan’s meat, his blue eyes looking like he was begging for it, had Logan’s belly tensing, his balls tight. “Yeah, you want my cum, don’t you?” Not thinking, he reached out and traced a finger around Seth’s wet, swollen lips. “Gonna swallow it all?”
Seth reached down to massage Logan’s balls, their eyes locked, his nostrils flaring as he slurped harder. The tight tingling in Logan’s nuts surged into an orgasm, and he shot down Seth’s eager throat with a groan, fingers tangling in his thick hair.
“Fuck yeah,” he mumbled.
Seth pulled off Logan’s twitching cock, gasping, his chest heaving. White semen dribbled out of his mouth, and Logan impulsively swiped at it with his finger and fed it to him. Eyes closing, Seth sucked his index finger the way he had his cock. The sight had Logan pulsing again, a final few drops escaping his softening dick.
Seth’s cock was anything but soft, tenting his dress pants. Logan leaned forward and urged him closer, tugging Seth up fully on his knees. “Come on, get it out.”
Breathing hard, Seth blinked at him, shoving down the gray pants and his boxers until his cock sprang free. It was cut and thick, straining, almost purple and leaking. Logan wrapped his palm around it and stroked, spreading the liquid from the tip.
Balancing with a hand on Logan’s thigh, Seth moaned low in his throat and curled forward against him. Fiery, wet breath tickled Logan’s neck under Seth’s open mouth. In his left hand, Seth’s dick was an iron rod, hot and ready to blow.
Seth whimpered. “Oh. Oh, I…”
“What does it take to get you to swear?” Shit, Logan wanted to find out. He wanted Seth to truly let go—wanted to help him get there. Seth was good. He deserved it. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
After a few more strokes, Seth’s fingers dug into Logan’s thigh so hard they’d leave bruises, and with a cry, he came. It whipped through him like a gunshot, his body rigid as he spurted over Logan’s hand. It was warm and sticky, dripping on Logan’s knuckles.
Logan let go of him and relaxed back, arms at his sides. Seth followed, slumping against him, his face pressed to the side of Logan’s neck. Their harsh breathing and the drumming of Logan’s heart filled his ears.
He blinked at the muted TV, where the post-game guys were apparently talking about passing stats according to the graphic on the screen. Logan waited for Seth to move, even though he liked the warm weight of him.
Logan was about to run a hand through Seth’s hair, but he stopped himself. This wasn’t how it went with guys. It’s just getting off. Doing us both a favor. A bonus to our deal. Logan was about to nudge him when Seth sat back on his heels, breathing heavily, his face flushed. He smiled again, that grin full of sunshine and puppies or some shit.
Logan had no clue what to say, but then he was biting back a moan as Seth dropped his head and sucked Logan’s hand clean, his tongue dipping into the V between fingers, lapping up his own jizz.
It probably should have been gross, but a fresh coil of desire unleashed in Logan’s gut. He was reaching out again to touch Seth’s head, the urge to sink his fingers into that soft, thick hair too much to resist, when Seth pushed to his feet, yanking up his slacks.