Page 18 of Capturing Perfection

“Shut up.”

Clay shoved the door open and climbed out of the car. He crossed the front of the vehicle and jerked open Logan’s passenger door. He tugged Logan’s frame from the sedan and pushed him up against the side of the vehicle. Their mouths moved within inches of each other, and Logan’s gaze burned into his.

“If I have to go inside like this, then so do you.” Clay placed a tiny kiss on Logan’s lips, then turned away. He clasped Logan’s hand in his and dragged the man behind him. Logan’s feet dug into the pavement for a few steps, but Clay had determination onhis side. The man behind the counter had a startled look in his eyes as they breached the sliding glass doors, but quickly smiled when he spied their linked hands.

“May I help you, gentleman?”

“Yes, we have a reservation for Phillips.”

Clay watched as the attendant typed away at the computer for a few seconds. Clay’s arm gathered Logan’s body close to his side, and his hand slid into the back pocket of Logan’s jeans.

A low voice behind them whispered, ‘faggots’. He turned and saw an old man with a shock of white hair reading a newspaper and drinking a cup of coffee. Clay didn’t know if the voice belonged to him, but had no intention of forcing the issue.

“I see you’re booked for six nights with a king bed. Is that correct?”

Clay faced the counter once again. “Yes. My partner is having surgery tomorrow. He'll be doing part of his recovery here before we go home. I'm assuming the hotel doesn't have any policies against deliveries. Should we need any supplies or want meals from a local restaurant brought in?"

The clerk had a surprised look for a moment, then gave Logan a once over. His eyes seemed to search for what was wrong, and they lingered a little too long on Logan’s lips. Clay tapped his fingers on the countertop.

“That's no problem. I’ll forewarn my manager of your situation so the staff won't disturb your room. Should you need anything, simply contact us via text or call the front desk. Hopefully, everything will go as planned.”

“That’s what we’re praying for,” Clay said.

Clay slid the little folder holding their room key across the granite and peeked at the number. Capturing Logan’s attention, he said, “Come on. Let’s go finish what we started.”

A quick scan of the lobby area revealed the only bodies present were them and the young man behind the counter. His hand slipped behind Logan’s neck and drew their mouths together.

He had intended the kiss to be possessive but brief. However, once his lips claimed Logan’s, his body screamed at him to find the nearest flat surface and screw like bunnies, regardless of an audience. Logan met his tongue thrust for thrust. Their lips devoured each other, their bodies smashed together and their hands clutched at any available hold.

Clay gathered his fragmented consciousness and gentled the kiss until, with a lingering lick, they separated. Electric blue eyes met stormy gray and tiny smiles graced lips swollen from passion. Behind the desk, the kid’s desire-slackened expression confirmed that Clay’s mission had succeeded.

“Holy fuck, you two are hot,” the clerk said. “I don’t suppose you play, do you? I’ve got a dinner break coming to me.”

“Sorry, kid. I never learned to share with others.” Clay looked at Logan to see if he’d caught the kid’s question.

Logan’s gaze moved from Clay to the clerk. “He’s mine.”

They quickly dragged their suitcases into the elevator and Clay jammed the button for their assigned floor. The car rose and with every number that lit up on the screen, Clay's heart beat faster. Logan didn't help with his nuzzling and roaming hands.

Clay tapped the key on the electronic lock pad and pushed the door open. He had the door shut, locked, and started stripping off his sports shirt in under five seconds. Completely naked in under sixty, he spun around to find Logan in a similar state of undress. They jumped for the bed and bounced into each other's arms. Limbs tangled as they picked up where the kiss downstairs had left off.

Logan’s hearing aids squealed when Clay rolled on top and pressed his head into the pillows. He removed the behind-the-ear devices, powered them off, then set them on the side table.

“You don’t need to hear me. I want you to focus on each kiss … each caress.”

Clay lowered his head to Logan’s neck and dragged his lips down the side of the corded muscle. Logan’s neck arched, and his hands clutched onto Clay’s back, holding him in place. Logan’s skin held a lingering scent of his aftershave from that morning, and the lemony flavor tantalized Clay’s taste buds. Clay was careful not to leave marks, but set about devouring Logan’s body as their hips ground together. Their cocks bumped, and both men gasped. So much … so much!

Clay’s hands braced on either side of Logan’s heaving chest. When he reached Logan’s nipple, Clay latched on with a ferociousness they’d yet to experience together. He sucked and bit at the hard protrusion. Clay had learned over the past month that Logan’s nipples were as sensitive as his, and the man loved having them stimulated roughly. Harder even than Clay himself. His teeth scored the tender flesh, only to soothe the sting with licks across and around each nub. Drawing one into the cavern of his mouth, he sucked it, while twisting and tugging on the other with his fingers.

Logan’s cock rubbed against his belly, and Clay longed to swallow the thick length. He slid down and, with no preamble, fisted the base, opened his mouth and sank down the hard, leaking flesh. Logan’s shout above his head only urged him on. Fingers twisted in his hair, and he went to work. He quickly slid up and down the pulsing column.

Logan planted his feet on the bedspread and opened his legs to give Clay more room. Clay worked the hard cock as deep as he could take it, using his fist to jerk the remaining inches at the base. His other hand captured Logan’s balls and rolled the full globes, tickling the sensitive skin behind the sac with his fingertips. He wanted to fuck Logan so bad. His hips humpedthe mattress beneath them. His cock searched for any type of stimulation, desperate and needy.

The novelty of feeling Logan’s naked skin next to his was still so fresh that each touch sent sparks up and down his body. The knowledge that he controlled Logan’s pleasure and Logan controlled his made Clay crave every opportunity to explore their physical love. There were days at the office where he would go about his duties, and an image would flash in his mind of Logan’s expression as he came. After a particularly eventful night, Clay had spent an entire day trying to hide a recurring erection because, each time he sat, he recalled how it felt to have Logan’s cock stretching his channel, driving into him so perfectly he’d come without a touch to his cock not once but twice.

Logan’s hand squeezed his shoulder, telling Clay he was about to explode. Clay renewed his efforts, concentrating on the head of Logan’s cock. He flicked his tongue into the slit over and over, while his hand stroked up and down. He knew Logan was close. Tension crept up Logan’s body. Sensing the impending climax, Clay swallowed Logan’s cock all the way to the base and smiled as best as he could with Logan's cock stuffed down his throat. When a hoarse cry accompanied jets of semen filling his throat, Clay drew up to savor the taste of Logan’s come and kept sucking until Logan signaled his cock had become too sensitive to handle any more.

Clay flopped onto his back, taking his cock in hand. He knew it would only take a few firm yanks to make him come, but Logan’s hand wrapped around his, halting the motion before he could finish himself off. He growled in frustration and turned his head to look at his lover. Logan shook his head and squeezed Clay’s hand, which put pressure on the base of his cock, halting his imminent release with a groan. His head arched back into the bedspread and he closed his eyes, taking several deep breaths.Over the buzzing in his ears, Clay picked up the sound of foil tearing. His eyes opened, and he watched Logan open a single use packet of lube.

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