The Christmas Deal
“You’re right. I needed that. Thank you.” Seth looked like he wanted to say more, but after a few seconds he grabbed their glasses off the table. “Another round?”
Logan nodded, watching him disappear toward the kitchen. For a few moments, he could only sit there with his legs spread and his dick out, Seth’s spit drying on it. He ordered himself to move and managed to get his foot back through the leg hole in his underwear and jeans before tugging them up and zipping.
Seth whistled softly as he came back in. “Do you think they’ll trade Williams?” He held out Logan’s glass.
Logan took it. “Huh?” As Seth got settled on the far end of the couch, stretching his long legs out to cross his ankles on the chaise, Logan tried to remember a single thing about Williams and the Patriots. “Dunno.” It was the truth, at least.
“I don’t think they have the depth without him. It might give the team a short-term gain, but in the long run? Bad move.” He un-muted the TV, and the talking heads filled the surround sound.
“Yeah.” Logan nodded and repeated, “Yeah.”
What the fuck is my problem? Snap out of it.
Seth seemed fine, engrossed in the football talk on the TV while Logan’s heart thumped. He felt like he’d been riding roller coasters, his stomach and head all swoopy. All he could think was:
That was one hell of a blow job.
Chapter Ten
Logan was right—casual sex was fantastic.
As he showered the next morning, Seth found himself grinning. He was positively giddy, thinking about Logan filling his mouth—salty and male and powerful.
He tugged at his hard cock, tempted to go downstairs and wake Logan by sucking him again. Rubbing against him and feeling his body, kissing him—
Seth squeezed his shaft painfully. He needed to stay in control. Because, fine, perhaps he hadn’t quite gotten the hang of the casual aspect yet of the sex they’d had. It had been incredible to taste Logan, to be filled with him, and Logan had clearly enjoyed it, shooting down Seth’s throat in long, ropy spurts.
But, oh, to then feel that callused hand around his…his cock, had made Seth tremble. Embarrassed, he laughed at himself, reaching for the shampoo. Even after all the years of sex with Brandon, he still hesitated to even think of explicit words.
It was ludicrous that he could perform all the acts but then blush to think of his penis as his cock. He took hold of it again, stroking, a shudder running through him as he remembered the dirty things Logan had said.
Seth and Brandon had never talked much during sex. Over the years they’d settled into a routine, and it had been good. Seth had always loved going down on Brandon. But now, a new world of possibilities was opening. He inhaled deeply, the steamy air and hot water loosening his muscles. All the things he and Logan could do…
This is just casual, though.
Right. It was only “getting off,” as Logan had put it. Seth let go of himself and rinsed the shampoo from his hair. He couldn’t get carried away. But how he’d ached to kiss Logan, to feel that stubble against his face and breathe him in. It would have been crossing a line, since Logan said he only kissed women. He’d been clear in his boundaries.
It had taken all of Seth’s will power to peel himself off Logan and stand, to act normal and offer him another drink. He’d longed for Logan to take him in his strong arms and just hold him in the afterglow, but that was clearly beyond the parameters of their arrangement.
Seth’s knees had been shaking so much he was surprised he’d been able to walk to the kitchen without tripping. He’d splashed scotch over the new gray quartz counter and had stood there deep breathing for a long minute before going back into the great room and feigning casualness with football talk.
He and Logan had a deal, and Seth would hold up his end. He still couldn’t believe Logan had sex with men even though he said he was straight. It certainly wasn’t Seth’s place to label anyone else’s sexuality, but he wondered what it would be like if they didn’t live in a society teeming with toxic masculinity. Growing up, any boys who didn’t fit the traditional mold were deemed lesser and called the F-word.
What was the incentive for a man like Logan to acknowledge bisexuality? Growing up in a working-class family in the Albany suburbs, joining the Marines out of high school, then working most of his adult life on the railway… Likely not the most positive, open-minded environments.
Seth laughed harshly, closing his eyes as he stood under the hot water. Of course he knew what that was like. He’d grown up trying so hard not to be different.