Page 24 of Capturing Perfection

Logan lay like a zombie on the couch while the euphoria of his climax infused his body. At the moment his brain was once again capable of higher thought, he tackled Clay who’d collapsed onto the floor beside the couch. His need to give Clay pleasure fueled the fire lingering in his blood from the intense orgasm Clay had given him. Other than the dizziness immediately after surgery, Logan hadn't had experienced any roadblocks to his recovery. The modern surgical techniques minimized pain. The only irritant was some swelling at the incision sites, but over-the-counter meds took care of that. He still had the ringing ears, but Logan was so used to that he could ignore it mostly.

The days since the surgery had been some of the longest since he'd woken up in a military hospital on the other side of the world. Clay had tried so hard to make things easier, and Logan wanted to reward him.

Clay sat up, and Logan straddled his hips. Together, they pulled Clay’s knit shirt over his head. Logan peppered kisses over Clay’s heated skin, and his hands traced the ridges of muscle roping across Clay’s torso. He pushed Clay back down tothe floor and slithered down between his legs. Logan stripped Clay of his soft cotton sleep pants, then licked his lips at the sight of Clay's erection.

He crawled up Clay’s body, pressing lingering kisses up the length of each leg. When he reached Clay’s cock, he used just the tip of his tongue as he licked up and down the shaft. Logan lifted Clay’s legs and pushed them back towards his chest, opening the body below him for his delight. His tongue swirled around the low hanging balls. The skin was as smooth and hairless as the rest of Clay's groin, except for a well-groomed patch at the top. It felt like silk and tasted of man and musk.

The heavy orbs danced inside their sac, contracting with each play of his tongue. He flattened his tongue and, in one long lick, rose to the crest of Clay’s cock to circle the dripping head. His lips parted, and he took Clay into his mouth. He opened wider and sank down Clay’s length until he buried his nose in Clay’s crotch. Clay’s unique scent tantalized his senses. He retracted then took Clay deep to the throat and just a fraction farther. The slight burn as the plum-capped head pushed into his throat was an aphrodisiac, all its own. Logan hummed and knew Clay would feel the vibrations travel up and down his cock as he sucked the steel column over and over.

Logan pulled off Clay’s cock and glanced up to see of look of frustration and disappointment on Clay’s face. He kissed the sensitive angles of Clay’s pelvis and flicked his tongue across Clay’s belly button. He inched his way up Clay’s body until their lips and cocks aligned.

“I want to fuck you,” Logan whispered.

Clay jumped from the couch and ran for the bathroom. He came back with the bottle of lube Logan had seen packed in his dopp kit. Clay quickly opened the cap, then squeezed out a dollop of liquid.

Logan braced his hands on either side of Clay’s body, clenching his teeth as Clay reached between their bodies to slick up Logan’s cock. He panted as Clay’s fingers played on his skin and dipped down low to tickle the sensitive patch of skin behind his nuts. He knew if Clay hadn’t gotten him off a little while ago, he would have blown at that very moment.

Logan held out his hand, and Clay squirted out some lube onto his fingers. The thin low pile carpet pressed against his knees, but he didn’t care. Clay’s legs lifted and braced themselves on his shoulders. When Logan touched the skin around Clay’s hole, the stormy gray eyes closed and slim hips lifted.

Logan eased one finger inside Clay. He progressed to two, then fucked Clay’s entrance. Clay sought greater depth by pushing into Logan’s touch, and he obliged by pressing as deep as he could, curling his fingers to stimulate Clay’s gland. He scissored his digits, spreading the tight tissues of Clay’s channel.

His cock throbbed with need, and Logan removed his fingers from their snug, hot tunnel. He fit the head of his cock to Clay’s rim and held his breath as he canted his hips, penetrating an inch. After pausing for a moment to relish the snug heat of Clay’s body, Logan impaled Clay completely. He watched as Clay’s mouth formed the word ‘more’ and his hips danced beneath Logan, seeking a harder, deeper possession.

“You want more?”

Clay’s head nodded

“You want to get fucked?”

Clay’s eyes flared; the storm clouds flashed in need.

Logan eased back, savoring the licks of sensation that danced along his shaft. Clay's hands clutched Logan’s forearms, his mouth parted as Logan felt the pants of breath on his lips when he bent to place a kiss. Clay’s body was nearly bent in half, and yet, the man looked as if he craved more.

The position forced Clay’s hips up from the floor, and Logan shoved a pillow they'd left on the sofa beneath to keep them that way. In one hard thrust, Logan speared Clay with his cock. Despite not hearing the scream that came from Clay’s mouth, Logan felt its effect deep within his heart. He increased his speed, pounding strokes intent on claiming Clay’s ass. Being inside his love was like no other experience in the world. Even the adrenaline rush of combat didn't compare.

Clay’s legs dropped and spread wider as he perched one on the sofa and the other on the coffee table. Logan watched his cock slide in and out of Clay’s ass. The wet, hot and tight tissues milked his shaft. Fire raced under his skin, and a massive orgasm pooled at the base of his spine. His muscles contracted as the tension in his body mounted. He needed Clay to come first. He had to give his lover that gift.

Clay’s head thrashed on the floor, obviously in the throes of his own sexual frenzy. It wasn’t enough. Clay had to give more. Logan had to know that Clay acknowledged his possession.

He alone held a claim on Clay’s body. He alone claimed Clay’s heart.

“Come for me, Clay. Give me what’s mine.”

He adjusted the angle of his cock and slammed hard. Instantly, white hot ribbons spurted from Clay’s cock. Clay’s body convulsed, and the creamy jets covered his abdomen and chest. The intensity of the orgasm tightened his sheath and sent Logan hurtling over the edge. His nerve endings exploded, and his brain went numb as euphoria swamped his entire existence. He emptied his soul into Clay and begged the heavens that the man would keep it safe.

Chapter Eleven

As Logan entered the doors of the West Haven Medical Center, half of him was jumping out of his skin with excitement and the other was shriveling in terror.

The drive over from the hotel that morning had been tense. He’d woken up before sunrise and immediately grabbed his phone to search first-person accounts of ‘activation day’. The first thing the audiologist would do was test each electrode and find the point where his nerve responded. He’d read that it might sound like a phone ringing. After they completed that for both implants, the audiologist would effectively ‘turn him on’.

It seemed odd that many people said the initial sounds seemed mechanical or like a duck, but what did he know about brain processing? Many of the accounts focused on children or people who’d been deaf since birth, so it was difficult to get an accurate portrayal of someone like him who’d lost their hearing suddenly.

Clay walked beside him as they made their way down the sterile white hallway—Clay always walked beside him ineverything. How had he gotten so lucky to find a man who loved all parts of him? The good, the bad and the ugly.

They arrived at the door to the audiology department. Logan took a deep breath, and Clay’s warm hand squeezed his shoulder in support. Tremors seized Logan’s hand as he turned the handle and entered the office.

They checked in at the reception, then sat in the waiting area. Logan found he couldn't sit still, so he paced and scrolled on his phone. He soon saw his audiologist, Erin, enter the room.

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