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Logan can feelhimself unclenching his jaw as the kid kisses up his neck and he realizes that although he doesn’t remember when he started clenching it, the ache indicates that he’s been bearing down for a long, long time.

Still breathing slow, Logan tilts his head, all of the muscles in his face and jaw relaxing for once, as Henry licks a slow stripe under his ear.

Finally Logan gives in, feeling at last too strange to sit with his hands idle, and he reaches up to lace the fingers of one hand up the other man’s neck and through his hair. Henry leans back into the touch, disengaging from Logan’s neck for a moment, nuzzling into Logan’s hand like an appreciative pet.

“Thank Christ,” he says, eyes closed but face smiling. “You’re alive in there, I see.”

Logan doesn’t respond. The boy looks very beautiful, head thrown back, exposing his chest and neck. Logan reaches his other hand up to stroke Henry’s chest, to feel the tight muscle there, before coming to rest along his collarbone. He enjoys the look of his rough, tattooed hands against that pale skin, and Henry hums.

Henry opens his eyes again before putting his full weight across Logan’s lap. The boy reaches up, taking Logan’s hand from his neck in both of his own hands, and he holds the hand out in front of him, spreading Logan’s fingers and regarding them. He kisses the patterns on the back of Logan’s knuckles before gently curling the hand closed with his thumb out.

Henry leans in, then, kissing the pad of Logan’s thumb before slipping the digit into his mouth.

While Logan had appreciated the sight of his hands on Henry’s chest, he’d not been even remotely ready for the sight of the kid sucking lightly around his tattooed thumb. His mouth is hot and velvet, his tongue swirling and pressing into the pad of Logan’s thumb.

Logan lets his fingers cup Henry’s face as he presses his thumb further into the boy’s mouth. Henry hums around the digit, looking up at Logan with delight in his eyes.

After a moment, Logan withdraws, letting his hand drop after he swipes the thumb across Henry’s bottom lip.

* * *

“You’re not still thinkingabout kicking me out, are you?” Henry says as Logan drops his hand. Henry works a hand between their two bodies to press lightly against Logan’s crotch.

Goddamn jeans.

The expensive selvedge denim of the other man’s pants is so goddamn stiff to begin with that Henry can’t even tell if he has a hard-on or not. He strokes the area where he assumes a hard-on would be, were he able to feel a single fucking thing, and hopes for the best.

The muscles in Logan’s thighs twitch underneath him.

We have a winner, Henry thinks to himself.

Henry shifts his weight to slide back and Logan watches him as he moves smoothly past the edge of the couch to kneel between Logan’s knees again. Henry rests his hips against the couch and he leans in to unbuckle the other man’s belt. He pulls the belt out of its loops, discarding it, before unbuttoning the top button of Logan’s jeans.

His jeans are goddamn button fly.

Would nothing about this man be easy? No wonder Henry hadn’t been able to feel a goddamn thing.

The jeans are stiff and sturdy and Henry has to tug at them to get the next button undone. Logan sits back and lets him struggle with the third button, sucking in his gut and pushing his hips forward to make it easier but not offering anything else as Henry struggles.

“Little help?” Henry says, finally, frowning up at him.

For once, the other man is smiling.

Logan reaches down and adeptly unbuttons the remaining buttons in his fly. He begins to reach back to his own waistband to take the jeans off, but Henry bats his hands away.

“You don’t need to worry about that,” Henry says, careful not to lapse into the practiced coquettish voice that so many of his clients preferred. “I’ll take care of it all.”

Now that the other man’s jeans are unbuttoned, navigating his hard-on is much easier. Logan’s erection is visible through the now-looser material, straining against one of his thighs.

“Looks like you decided you wanted me after all, huh boss?” Henry says, stroking Logan through his pants.

With that, the other man finally gives up his game, sighing happily and visibly enjoying the touch.

It’s the cue Henry has been waiting for, and he knows now that he no longer needs to hold back. He pulls away from the edge of the couch, standing and unbuckling his own jeans.

* * *

Logan watchesHenry as he finishes undressing, there in his living room. The younger man smiles as he unzips his jeans and shimmies out of the garment, revealing legs that match the muscled efficiency of the rest of his body, a smooth hairless belly flanked by a deep V that crosses his narrow hips.

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