Page 16 of Capturing Perfection

Clay took a deep breath and let it out. “Because I love you too. So what now? Where do we go from here?”

Logan looked into Clay’s gray eyes. His gaze settled on the lips he’d kissed so many times in his dreams. His hand landed on Clay’s chest, and his palm slid up to cup Clay behind his neck. Clay’s eyes closed, his lips parted. Logan’s thumb rubbed in slow circles below Clay’s earlobe. In tiny increments, he closed the distance between their bodies. Their noses touched, and Logan slid his to the side. The flesh rubbed back and forth. Only a hair’s distance separated their open mouths. Each inhaled the breath of the other. When Clay’s tongue flicked out to moisten his lips, the tip caught Logan’s lower brim. The damp warmth caused Logan’s breath to catch.

As one, they moved. Their lips brushed tentatively. The mingling flesh lingered for seconds, then the gap between them closed. Their mouths merged over and over as they moved together, the pressure increasing exponentially.

Logan got the first sample of Clay’s skin as his tongue edged along the lower lip, seeking entry. From the first taste, he knew he was a goner.

Clay’s arm wrapped around Logan’s back, pulling their bodies together. Logan ended up straddling Clay’s thighs. His hands cupped Clay’s cheeks as their tongues explored each other’s mouths. Clay’s taste was the most incredible thing he’d ever experienced. The sweetness of Clay’s mouth only fed the fire racing under Logan’s skin. He rocked against Clay’s hips, his hands buried in the silky hair he’d admired for so long. The slick appendages of their tongues slid back and forth as the intensity of the kiss increased. Exquisite pleasure, unlike he’d ever experienced, consumed him, and his cock stiffened in need.

Logan ripped open Clay’s shirt. He separated the halves as he nibbled across Clay’s jaw and down his neck. He traced the contours of Clay’s chest. Clay’s moan vibrated beneath the pads of his fingers, and when he reached the hardened nipples, Logan’s shirt was wrenched from his pants, and eager hands slid beneath the material. His skin tingled in response to the touch, and he sought more contact.

Clay leaned forward, and Logan pushed the dress shirt off Clay’s broad shoulders. The smooth, hot skin beneath his hands was firm. Their mouths met once again in a torrent of need. Fingers clenched and fabric bunched as each of them undressed the other.

When their bare chests touched for the first time, in the heat of the moment, twin groans echoed in the still air surrounding their bodies. Clay’s arms wrapped around Logan’s torso as they clung together. The shirt hampered Logan’s reach, still clinging to the lower half of his arms. Clay’s hard cock press against his beneath their slacks. Together, they thrust, seeking pressure. Logan scrapped his teeth against Clay’s earlobe as Clay’s scored the skin of his shoulder.

Hands scrambled at the fastenings of their belts. Buttons and zippers opened. Clay's hand reached inside Logan's briefs to grasp his cock, threatening to destroy the last of Logan's sanity.As incredible as it felt, he didn’t want to spill in Clay’s hand while semi-dressed on the sofa. With the last of his resolve, he pulled Clay’s hand away from his skin and sat back.

Clay’s eyes searched his in question.

Logan moved off Clay’s lap. Standing before him, he pushed off his shoes and socks. Slowly, he walked backwards towards Clay’s bedroom. While he moved, he undid the cuffs of his shirt, letting the material fall away. Next, he slid his hands into the waistband of his briefs and pushed them, along with his slacks, down in one shove. His legs kicked to rid himself of the clothing. For the first time, he stood before Clay, naked and aroused.

Clay’s gray eyes turned the color of storm clouds as they traveled up and down his body. Logan wrapped his hand around his stiff cock. He stroked himself, catching the beads of liquid on the tip with his thumb and smeared them around the head. His back hit the wall, and he froze.

Clay rose from the sofa, each movement an exemplar of grace and strength. Pace by pace, Clay stalked him, stripping the remaining clothes hanging off his body as he came closer.

Logan's eyes burned as he devoured each inch of revealed skin. When Clay unveiled his cock, Logan’s mouth watered, and he swallowed convulsively, imagining what it would feel like to take the long, thick column of flesh deep inside his body.

Clay paused, only inches from where Logan stood. Their eyes met for seconds, and time froze. The hunger arced between their bodies. Without a word, Clay passed him and entered the bedroom.

Logan expelled the air trapped in his lungs. He rolled along the wall and through the doorway.

Inside, Clay stood beside the king-sized platform bed, his tight round ass on perfect display as he dug around in the nightstand.

Logan closed the distance between them. He wrapped his arms around Clay from behind. His hands splayed across Clay’schest and tweaked Clay’s nipples as he snuggled his cock in the crack of Clay’s ass. He’d imagined this moment for so long, countless hours of fantasizing about making love to Clay. Untold number of masturbation fantasies starred his cock, sinking deep inside Clay’s ass, the tight heat surrounding his throbbing flesh as he thrust inside over and over again until they screamed.

He ground his hips against Clay, telling him without words how he wanted the first time to proceed. His lips traced Clay’s cheek, and his hands wandered all over the toned torso in front of him.

Clay tossed a condom and a bottle of lube onto the surface of the bed. Logan placed his hands on Clay’s hips, pushing him towards the flat surface. Climbing onto the mattress, Clay gave Logan a glimpse of his smooth, full balls hanging low, ready for release.

He removed his hearing aids and placed them on the nightstand. Without his hearing aids, silence returned, yet he required no sound. No words were necessary for what he and Clay were about to share.

His hands smoothed up and over the globes of Clay’s ass. His hands latched onto Clay’s hips, halting his progress across the mattress. Logan bent to place a kiss at the base of Clay’s spine. The scent of Clay’s skin assailed his senses, and he gave a little lick into the trench awaiting him.

Clay’s arms collapsed, and his hips lifted, pressing back into Logan’s ministrations. Logan separated Clay’s cheeks and traced his tongue along the furrow, stopping to swirl around the tightly clenched ring of muscle guarding Clay’s entrance. Round and round the tip of his tongue circled, then flicked across the entrance. Slowly, the muscle relaxed, and Logan pressed inward, breaching the hole. Clay’s hips rocked back and forth until Logan seized them in his grasp. He licked and sucked at Clay’s openinguntil his cock throbbed. The blood pulsing so hard he swore he could count the beats of his heart.

Logan pushed on Clay’s back to lower him to the bed. His lover rolled over and lifted his arms in greeting. Logan picked up the condom and rolled it down his cock.

His eyes closed, and he took several breaths, trying to get his body under control. There was no way he would let this first time end in a matter of seconds once he found his way inside.

When Logan opened his eyes, the sight of Clay’s fingers buried inside his ass, stretching himself open greeted him. Two digits burrowed deep as Clay’s storm cloud eyes met his.

Logan picked up the bottle of lube and coated his fingers. Clay moved to pull his fingers out, but Logan stopped him. He held Clay’s wrist in one hand and slid one finger from his other hand inside beside those already filling Clay’s channel. When their fingers brushed inside the plush, heated core, both their bodies shivered.

Logan braced himself over Clay. Their nearly identical heights allowed them to be face to face as Logan pushed his cock inside. Their mouths met as Clay wrapped his arms around Logan and arched into the slow thrust. Inch by inch, Logan filled his lover, eliminating all space between them. Their meeting eyes halted time for a moment. Light filled Logan’s spirit the second he read the words forming on the lips he craved.

“I love you.”

Clay clung to Logan as he moved, slowly. Logan’s hips retreated until only the head of his cock lodged inside Clay, then surged forward, filling him to capacity. Each long stroke caused bolts of sensation to rip through his body. Logan aimed for Clay’s prostate with each drive, and judging by the expression on Clay's face, he scored direct hits.

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