Page 29 of Capturing Perfection

Others filled Boston Common, enjoying the sunny weekend. Sunday Funday called for an afternoon of ultimate Frisbee. Most of the gang was supposed to be here today for the tournament.Rick, Conor, Vic, Chase, Ryan, Ethan, Logan and he joined a weekend warrior league. Logan and Clay had tried to get Matt to join them too, but Matt had declined their invitation. Calleigh and Miranda sometimes came but typically hung out on the sidelines, cheering and harassing their husbands. Clay like the exercise, but honestly he joined to he'd have a built in excuse to see all his friends regularly.

He saw the guys all standing in a small circle. The sun reflected off Logan’s black head, and Clay sprinted the last ten meters as the desire racing through his blood reached desperate levels. He latched onto Logan’s waist, but before he could move, he got spun around in pure Jason Statham style. Logan’s lips attached to his. Large hands cupped his ass and lifted him off the ground. His tongue plunged into the warm, inviting recess and tangoed with Logan’s. Clay’s feet wrapped around Logan’s calves, and he held on for dear life as reality spun away.

Jeez, Logan’s gotten strong.

The hours spent in the gym had transformed Logan’s solid frame into a sculpture of perfection. With his body pressed intimately against each thickly roped muscle, especially the one hardening against him, Clay couldn’t be happier. Cat calls coming from his fellow teammates rained all around them.

“All right, you guys, break it up,” Ryan said.

“Rick, ye got that bottle of ice water?” Conor asked.

The kiss ended with a lingering lick to Logan’s lips. Once Clay got his feet back under him, he said, “How did you know?”

Logan smiled. “Ethan ratted you out.”

Clay gave Ethan a little shove. “You snake. See if I help you surprise Ryan next Valentine’s Day.”

Ethan snorted. “A strategic diversion isn’t exactly on par with a full body tackle. Besides, I didn’t want you to hurt yourself. With the way Logan’s looking these days, you would’ve bouncedoff his butt like a quarter and ended up on yours. Therefore, in actuality, I was looking out for you.”

“And the defense rests, your honor,” Rick teased.

“Cute. Except I’m a prosecutor, not a defense attorney. I nail the bad guys, not get them off.”

“I don’t know. I’ve heard Ryan appreciates your skills at getting men off,” Clay retorted.

Ethan rolled his eyes.

“How juvenile,” Conor said, haughtily.

“So says the man who plays video games for a living?” Logan asked.

“Ara be whist. I design games, ye muzzy! Not play them.”

Clay raised his eyebrow. He’d been to Rick and Conor’s home when they’d had one of their marathon video game tournaments.

“Well, I donna only play. Besides, that’s called quality control. Every game ‘as ter be tested before gonna market. Donna look only te me. He’s just as bad,” Conor said, pointing to Rick.

Clay snaked an arm around Logan’s waist. He’d missed the banter and teasing between their friends. Winter had found most of them snuggled down in their homes, relishing the shared body warmth between their respective lovers. Or in Rick and Conor’s case, the zoo they called home, whose four walls they shared with Calleigh their wife, twin four-year-old boys and a ten-month-old daughter.

“Hey!”

Clay turned to see Jack, one of the other detectives from his precinct, with his hands up in the air.

"Are you ladies finished gabbing? Can we play Frisbee now? I go on shift at three."

“Yeah, Yeah. We’re coming,” he shouted back.

“You will be,” Logan whispered in Clay’s ear.

Clay shivered with need and turned to see the heat from their kiss still lingering in Logan’s deep blue eyes.

"Hey wait a second. Where's Vic and Chase?" He looked at Ryan. "I thought you said they'd be here. We need Chase's leaping ability."

"Miranda got called into the hospital. They're on daddy duty." Ryan said.

"So bring the Rugrat. Some fresh air would benefit her."

Rick shrugged, and Clay grumbled. Granted, he didn't have kids. Never planned on having them either, but how hard could it be to still hang with friends and babysit? Wait, was it still babysitting if you're the dad? Clay saw the referee walk onto the play area and blow his whistle. Logan winced at the harsh sound, and Clay rubbed his back.

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