Page 19 of Capturing Perfection

“Where did you have that stashed?” Clay asked.

“Jeans. Had a feeling we’d need it.”

“God, I love you.”

Blood surged into his cock, and Clay used every trick in the book to prevent himself from coming at the thought of sinking deep inside Logan’s body. Logan squeezed out a dollop of the super-concentrated lube. When the cool gel touched the heated skin of Clay’s cock, shivers raced down his spine. A dark red flush tinted the skin of his engorged flesh. Large veins twisting up the steel column throbbed with impassioned vigor. Clear fluid eased from the slit and dribbled down the length of his cock.

Logan reached behind and used the remaining lube to prepare his entrance. Clay wished he had a better view. One of his favorite pastimes was watching Logan’s fingers disappear into the tight, hot tunnel of his ass.

Logan efficiently completed his task and moved to straddle Clay’s hips. Clay knew that the quick bit of preparation wouldn’t be enough to fully stretch Logan’s opening, so despite the need thundering through his body, this would have to be a slow descent. They’d done away with the condoms since Logan had undergone every test conceivable and Clay’s blood work had come back clean a couple of weeks ago.

Logan used Clay’s chest for balance as he maneuvered himself into position. Clay stabilized his cock and positioned the dripping crown at the entrance to Logan’s body. When blood rushed from his brain, hardening his length to greater dimensions, he moaned. He nudged against Logan’s puckered hole and popped through the tight ring of muscle. The heat of Logan’s body seared his flesh as he tunneled to greater depths.The gradual descent only compounded the sensations of sinking into heaven. Logan eventually took all of him. They paused for a moment, and Clay savored the feel of Logan’s plush channel gripping his cock. The muscles danced along his length as they relaxed, giving Clay room to fuck Logan into oblivion. Logan’s face was a study of bliss. His normal dark blue eyes were bright as if they were lasers and seared into Clay’s. The damp skin of Logan’s torso glowed as he lifted and dropped his body over Clay’s. Clay clenched his ass and thrust up with his hips, impaling Logan harder on his length. A cry of ecstasy greeted his ears. Logan’s body gyrated, no longer a slow rise and fall. He rode Clay’s cock as if he were a man possessed.

Logan slammed up and down on Clay’s cock; short nails scored Clay’s chest.

Oh, it felt so good.

Clay’s hands locked on Logan’s hips, his fingertips pushing into the skin. He suspected there might be bruising in the morning, and the knowledge that his mark would brand Logan’s body added fuel to the fire. His hips surged to meet Logan’s descent. The delirium of such intense pleasure snapped the threads of all constructive brain activity. All he knew was the rapture of Logan’s body and the demands of his.

Clay growled orders in a hoarse voice before realizing Logan would never hear them. It didn’t matter. Logan knew what he needed; Logan always knew. Clay’s eyes rolled back into his head and his chest billowed as Logan stimulated Clay’s nipples the way he loved. Yes, Logan always knew.

Logan’s hard cock waved back and forth as their bodies met in a frenzy of need. Clay couldn’t take it anymore. He had to come. Lifting Logan several inches in the air, he jack-knifed in and out of Logan’s body at such a rapid pace all Logan could do was hold on. Each thrust was deeper and harder than the one before.

Mindless cries sang from Logan’s lips. Clay prayed for release. Lights flashed behind his eyes, and his orgasm boiled up from the core of his body. He watched the tendons in Logan’s neck pull taut, his eyes shot open, and Logan’s cock erupted in a torrent of seed.

Clay plunged, fucking Logan through his orgasm. Heat raced through his veins, plunging him into convulsions, and with one last surge, he exploded. Jets of come spewed from his shaft into Logan’s ass. Waves of exultation crashed over him and swept him out into mind numbing ecstasy.

Logan’s body sank on top of his. Clay’s heart pounded, and Logan’s sweaty head nestled into the crook of his neck. Clay rubbed his hands up and down Logan’s back, soothing his lover in the aftermath of such an intense experience. Their bodies eventually separated, and Logan collapsed beside him. He pulled Logan close and tucked their bodies together, legs tangling on top of the covers, arms wrapped around each other’s waists. He pulled one half of the bedspread over their naked bodies, and Logan pulled the other.

Cocooned in satiated bliss, they slept.

Chapter Nine

Clay paced the surgical waiting room, cup of coffee in hand. Two hours had passed since the nurses wheeled Logan back. Since both devices were being implanted, the surgeon had estimated the total procedure time would be around two and a half to two and three-quarters hours.

Clay had been beside Logan throughout the surgical prep. They’d brought a dry erase board so Logan could communicate with the staff easier since they didn't know the status of Wi-Fi or if the tablet with the caption app was allowed back in the surgical theater. Even with the communication adaptations, Clay still ended up having to answer some of their questions. They'd kept the displays of affection quashed since they were in a VA hospital. The military may be more inclusive than in years past, but discretion was still the better part of valor.

Clay didn’t know the policy on sexual discrimination, but neither of them had been willing to jeopardize Logan’s procedure by revealing their true relationship. When they’dtransported Logan away, it had taken everything in him not to bend down and place a kiss on the man’s lips.

They’d woken that morning with the night still heavy in the sky and made love languidly. Logan had taken him with such gentleness it almost brought tears to Clay’s eyes. Now, he waited in a utilitarian room, filled with uncomfortable chairs and the noise of some news channel buzzing from the television in the corner. A sign on the desk warned against cell phone use, so Clay took a walk to the entrance of the surgery center and stepped outside the sliding glass doors. He scrolled through his contact list until he found the name he wanted. Leaning against the side of the building, he waited for the call to be connected.

“Hello?”

“Ryan?”

“Clay! What’s up buddy?”

The sound of Ryan Ashton’s friendly voice did a lot to ease some of Clay’s antsiness. During the investigation into Ryan’s husband Ethan’s attack, the three of them had become close friends, and right now Clay could use a friend.

“I’ve been pacing out of my skin, so I thought I’d call you.”

“What’s wrong, Clay? Is it Logan? Has something happened? I thought he was doing better?”

“Oh shit. I never told you. Things have been so crazy the past month. We haven’t talked, and I know you and Ethan are always so busy at work?”

“Clay! Spit it out, man.”

“We’re in West Haven. Logan was approved. He’s in surgery.”

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