The Christmas Deal

Connor whispered, “I’m going swimming with some other kids.” He nodded to a folded piece of paper on the bureau by the TV and said defensively, “I left a note,” as if he was expecting Logan to get mad. His chin was jutted out. Always ready for a fight.

Logan smiled and nodded. “Have fun,” he whispered. “You’ve got your card?” He tugged at the neck of his tee, not used to waking up wearing anything but his skivvies.

Connor eyed him warily but held up the plastic key card. With his other hand, he waved awkwardly, then tiptoed into the foyer. In the mirrored closet, Logan could just make him out sliding on his flip-flops and easing open the door. The yellow light from the hallway flared bright, and then was gone as Connor closed the door silently.

Logan sat listening to Seth’s steady breathing and cute little murmurs as he shifted onto his back. His lips were parted, and he drew up one arm over his head. What would he do if Logan woke him with a kiss? Would he like it? Or would he get all uptight?

Would I like it?

He’d never thought of another guy as “cute” before. There was something about Seth that gave him all these weirdly…soft thoughts. Not that Seth wasn’t manly. He was. Even in his grandpa button-up plaid pajamas. Logan wanted to unbutton him and rub his hands over Seth’s hairy chest, roll on top of him and kiss him awake, feel the scratch of his stubble…

The wall was to Logan’s left, and he carefully crawled to the bottom of the bed so he could go piss and stop thinking about stupid shit that would ruin everything. Sure, Seth had kissed him after they fucked, but then he’d seemed horrified. Maybe it was because he didn’t want to kiss a loser like Logan.

After switching off the bathroom light, he opened the door and crept back out—and almost banged right into Seth. Seth jumped back, and they both laughed. Weak daylight was glowing around the edges of the curtains now, and Logan could see Seth’s spiky bedhead.

And his morning wood tenting those plaid PJs.

Seth’s eyes went wide like someone in a dumb movie, and it was so damn cute. He was probably about to make some stammering apology, and Logan couldn’t remember the last time he’d simply liked someone so much. He laughed again, and Seth blinked at him, a hopeful little smile tugging on his lips.

Logan wanted to take care of him. He wanted to say a bunch of stuff, but he had no clue where to start—he’d always been crappy at words. But fuck, he burned with it, and he was moving, pushing Seth against the striped wallpaper. Dropping to kneel at his feet.

Seth gasped, his hands clutching at Logan’s shoulders.

Being on his knees, looking up at Seth—at his chest rising and falling quickly under the buttoned-up PJ top, his tongue licking his lips—made Logan horny as hell. He rubbed his cheek against Seth’s hard dick through the soft flannel.

It had been years since Logan had returned the favor of a blow job. It had been rushed, and yeah, he’d liked it. He’d enjoyed the power of it, even though he was the one kneeling.

But with Seth, it was so much more. Seeing buttoned-up Seth come undone made him excited and stupidly proud. It made him want to do anything—everything—to give Seth what he needed.

Maybe it was what Logan needed too.

He tore down Seth’s pajama bottoms and swallowed him as deep as he could, loving how Seth bucked his hips and gasped again. Logan choked and pulled back, keeping the head in his mouth as he breathed through his nose. He sucked hard, tonguing the slit. He probably wasn’t very good at it, but Seth didn’t seem to mind.

In the hush of the room, their grunts and groans seemed really loud, and it made Logan’s dick rock hard in his boxer briefs. He loved the way Seth was holding his head now, his fingers flexing, digging in one second, and then rubbing the next.

It was probably weird, but he loved how Seth was still buttoned in his pajama top while underneath he was bare, getting his dick sucked. He tasted musky and male, and Logan licked desperately, taking him too deep again, spit dribbling out of his mouth as he choked.

His head spun, whole body tensing as he sucked like his life depended on it. Making Seth come felt like the most important thing in the world.

Logan fondled Seth’s balls, and that did it. He shot his load with a rumble of moans and whimpers, palming Logan’s head. Logan swallowed as much as he could, not caring about the bitter taste, sucking him through it until Seth’s trembles turned to jerks and it was obviously too much.