Page 33 of Capturing Perfection

“She told us ‘twas fecking hot an’ demanded a front seat te our first pogue. That night, I attempted my first blow job while Calleigh stroked me off. It was some time afore we graduated to shagging.”

“So you’re bi now?” Ryan asked.

Rick shook his head. “It’s not a matter of sexuality. It’s feeling comfortable in our marriage. It’s sharing every aspect of who we are both in the bedroom and beyond. I’m married to Calleigh, as is Conor, but we’re also married to each other. I’ve always loved Conor, and now, I’m also in love with Conor. The change seemed like a natural development.”

“And Calleigh is okay with all this?” Logan questioned.

“Never better.” Rick answered.

“E! Stop that!” Ryan jerked his hand away and wiped it on a napkin sitting on the table.

Logan saw that same hand disappear beneath the table, and Ryan’s arm moved as he appeared to be adjusting his cock. Ryan grasped Ethan's chin with the other hand and planted a kiss on the lips, which had presumably been teasing him. Logan unabashedly watched as the two men made out. Clay’s hand landed on his crotch, and his cock stiffened. Clay’s breath ghosted over the lobe of his ear, and Logan pressed Clay’s hand tighter against him.

“Shit disturber,” Ryan said, affectionately as his and Ethan’s lips parted. “You’ll pay for that later.”

“Promise?” Ethan whispered.

“I dinna think ye need to worry about Ryan keep his word E. Ye forget that night the two of ye spent a’ our place during the last snow. Need I remind ye of brekie the next mornin’ when Brandon an’ Michael asked Ryan why the two of ye git ter jump on de scratcher at bedtime when they canny? I think ‘twas the only time I’ve ever seen Ryan get flustered.”

Everyone at the table laughed, including Ryan. Shortly after, they all said their goodbyes. Logan and Clay bolted for the car, then wove their way through the traffic towards South Boston and home. As far as Logan was concerned, they couldn’t reach the sanctuary of their apartment soon enough.

When they pulled into a spot in front of the building, he shot out of the car and rushed for the front steps to their building. The entire way up the stairs to their apartment, he felt the echo of Clay’s feet pounding on the steps as his lover pursued him. He was attempting to unlock the door to their apartment when a hot, heavy weight pressed him into the wood and a pair of large hands gripped his hips. Clay’s stiff cock ground into Logan’s ass as lips feathered kisses down his neck. The hands on his hips slid beneath the T-shirt he wore.

Logan’s muscles danced in reaction to Clay’s touch.

“Open the door, Logan.”

His fingers managed to turn the key, then in the two men stumbled. As soon as Clay cleared the door, the crack of it slamming closed ricocheted in Logan’s brain. Between kisses and caresses, they shed their clothes, until their naked skin finally touched. They eventually made it to the bathroom, and Clay turned to start the shower. Logan took the opportunity to grind his cock against Clay’s ass. His lover’s hunched position allowed Logan’s hard shaft to slip between the firm, round cheeks. Clay pushed back into Logan’s mini-thrusts.

“You’d better hope there’s lube in that shower because I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days,” Logan growled into Clay’s ear, then gave his backside a hard smack.

He heard Clay’s cry of need just before he removed his processors. When he climbed into the enclosure, the sight of Clay greeted Logan with one leg braced on the lip of the tub and two fingers buried in his ass. With his head tilted back, eyes closed, and lips parted, Clay's was a study of self pleasure. Water pelted his chest, and the rivulets of moisture cascading through the ridges of Clay’s muscles mesmerized Logan.

Logan adjusted the shower head, so it didn’t beat directly on them. He advanced on Clay and attached his lips to the corded tendons of the long neck, begging for attention. Traces of salt from the sweat of their day at play burst across his taste buds. Beneath that was his favorite flavor of all. Clay.

Logan nibbled and sucked on the tasty skin. His fingers sought and found Clay’s nipples. The firm buds already puckered. He rolled the hard peaks, stimulating them to warm up the nerve endings. His mouth found Clay’s, and his lover’s free arm wrapped around his neck. Tongues thrust against each other as Logan increased the pressure to Clay’s nipples, while Clay’s hand shoved harder into his hole. Logan’s cock told him that if theydidn’t get their bats to the plate, the party would end before the ninth inning. He pushed away from Clay and removed the man’s fingers from the well-stretched channel.

Clay turned and faced the wall of the shower. Logan aligned their hard bodies. The heat radiating from Clay’s skin seared his fingers where they touched. In the cubby, he found the bottle of waterproof lube, quickly he prepared both his cock and Clay’s entrance. He held Clay’s hip steady with one hand and used the other to line up the head of his shaft with the quivering opening begging for his possession. With one firm thrust, Logan filled Clay until he was balls deep in the heavenly clasp of Clay’s body. When Clay pressed back, signaling that it was okay, Logan moved. With long strokes, he became the master and commander of Clay's orgasm.

One of Clay’s hands dropped from the wall and reached for his cock, but Logan swatted the offender away. Tonight, he was in control. He would be the only source of pleasure. Only through his body would Clay find fulfillment.

He clasped Clay’s hand and forced it back onto the tile. Logan’s lips attached themselves to the curve of Clay’s neck where it met the slope of his shoulder. He knew that was Clay’s most sensitive spot, and with the proper stimulation, Clay would shoot into orbit.

His hand wrapped around Clay’s stiff cock. The tight skin slid over a core of steel that reached toward Clay’s navel. Logan’s momentum increased. Each flutter of Clay’s muscles in his channel increased the stimulation as he shuttled back and forth.

His orgasm barreled down on him so fast there was no time for anticipation. He buried himself as deeply as possible inside Clay’s heat as volleys of come exploded from his slit. His teeth locked down on Clay’s tendon, and warm jets of seed covered his hand.

His brain shut down, and it was a good thing Clay braced himself against the wall because they would have ended up in a twisted pile of limbs at the bottom of the tub. Slowly, his cock softened, and eventually, it slipped out of heaven’s embrace. He peppered the back of Clay’s neck, shoulders and back with kisses. The muscles beneath Logan’s lips trembled as their bodies recovered.

The men eventually stood, and when Clay turned to face him, they shared a slow, wet kiss. His hands automatically sought the globes of Clay’s butt, and when he felt the slickness of his seed seeping from Clay’s body, his cock jumped. Each time he possessed Clay, a little piece of himself stayed behind and their body chemistries blended.

They finished their shower since the hot water heater’s reservoir worked for a limited time only. The rest of the night called for canoodling on the couch and watching movies. Clay lay in front of him, and Logan wrapped his arms around his love, laughing at the comedic antics played out on the flat screen. Commercial breaks meant long minutes of heated kisses, and the best part of all was when Clay fell asleep in his arms. Logan tucked Clay’s head into the curve of his shoulder. Soft pants of breath stirred across his neck, and every once in awhile, Clay rubbed against Logan like a cat seeking attention. Logan’s hands soothed Clay back into restful sleep, and Logan placed a gentle kiss on the silky black hair falling over Clay’s forehead.

“I love you,” he whispered.

Chapter Thirteen

Clay sat on the sofa enjoying a cool beer as he channel surfed. He paused on the History channel since they had a show about sexuality in ancient Egypt.

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