The Christmas Deal

“Yes, yes—like that.”

After unrolling a condom and slathering on lube, he spread Seth’s ass and inched into him. It had to hurt, although Seth didn’t complain, only grunting and groaning along. Logan tried to soothe him with gentle touches over his head and shoulders.

Whimpering, Seth bore down, muttering encouragement Logan couldn’t quite make out—more noises than actual words. Then he clearly pleaded, “Harder.”

“Fuck, you’re so tight. So good.” Logan thrust fully into him, making it rough but glad of the lube. He didn’t want to risk really hurting Seth. “You like that? You wanna come on my dick?”

“Yes,” Seth panted. Sweat beaded between his shoulder blades already, and Logan bent to lick his salty skin. Seth said something else he didn’t hear, and Logan lifted his head. There had been an urgency in his tone.

“What did you say?” Was he going too hard? He slowed his thrusts, running his hand over Seth’s head, fingers sliding through that thick hair. “You okay?”

“Yes!” It came out almost like a sob. “I said I’m a queer. It’s what I am.” He pushed back against Logan, turning to look over his shoulder with wild, defiant eyes, his cheeks red and hair sticking up. “It’s what I am. I’m not sorry. I’ll never be sorry. Even if they never talk to me again, I can’t be sorry.”

“That’s right, baby. Fuck them. They’re the ones going to hell, not you. You’re perfect like this.” To punctuate his words, Logan pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, their skin slapping together.

Sweat dampened Logan’s forehead, and he breathed hard, his chest tight, but not in the danger zone. Even if it was, he wouldn’t stop. He was going to give this to Seth. He was going to fuck him and make him come harder than that piece of shit Brandon ever did.

Holding Seth’s hip with one hand and reaching below him with the other, Logan stroked Seth’s straining cock. He was leaking, and Logan smeared the liquid with his thumb, muttering, “You got more of this for me? You want to come? You like being fucked like a dog? Baby, you take my dick like you were born for it.”

“Yes!” Seth gasped, his whole body jerking. “There. That’s—”

Logan angled to get more pressure on just the right place, and Seth unloaded with a shout, shaking and clamping down. Logan jerked him through it, Seth’s cock throbbing and twitching. He loved the feel of it in his hand, so alive and strong but vulnerable at the same time. It made his balls ache. He shoved his face onto the side of Seth’s neck, lips open and pressing, feeling a wild pulse.

Seth’s arms gave out, and he collapsed to his elbows, breathing loudly, his ass still up in the air, beautiful and tight. Logan took hold of his hips, still going hard, chasing his own orgasm.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he muttered. “Going to come hard. Seth…” Holding Seth’s hips, he unleashed, wishing there was no condom so he could come inside him until it was dripping out.

“Fuck,” he groaned, the pleasure so pure and deep he twitched, Seth squeezing around him perfectly, more intense than any sex Logan could remember.

He breathed heavily, but his chest felt loose and easy. He ran his hand down Seth’s spine, kissing the top knobs before easing out as gently as he could, both of them moaning. After he got rid of the condom in the bathroom, Logan wet a washcloth and returned to the bedroom.

Seth was sprawled on his belly, boneless. Normally, Logan would have tossed the cloth and said thanks before leaving. He stood at the foot of the bed, the overhead light bright on Seth’s flushed skin, his long limbs lean and strong.

Even though he’d gotten off, the urge to touch remained. Logan’s fingers itched. He was crawling beside Seth on the bed before he could talk himself out of it. Gently, he wiped Seth’s asshole, then urged him to roll over. He cleaned what he could with the cloth, and Seth’s eyes flickered open, a sweet smile tugging up his lips.

“Thank you.” He trailed his fingertips over Logan’s cheek, and Logan turned his face into that touch, letting himself be drawn down.

Then Seth kissed him.

Their mouths met before Logan could process it. The stubble on his chin rasped against the hint of Seth’s, but their lips were soft, pressing together like they fit just right.

Like they’d kissed a thousand times, like it made perfect sense to breathe the same air, tasting sweetness that was more than chocolate cake. This was nothing like the peck by the barbecue with Angela watching.

Their mouths opened, but as their tongues met, Seth jerked and shoved Logan away, scrambling back. “I’m sorry!”

Blinking, Logan tried to focus. His pulse raced, and he wanted nothing more than to roll on top of Seth and taste him completely. Kiss him until they couldn’t even breathe, rub their naked bodies together and pull the covers over their heads.