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At night, they would strip off their clothes, sometimes waiting until they were in bed, sometimes in the foyer or on the couch, desperate and impatient, hands greedy and mouths biting for more.
Always, though, they would end up under the sheets, quiet and close, and drift off to sleep together.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
JAY
Like any good dream, it managed to make Jay forget about reality. The apartment filled with them, their discarded clothes and fingertips, the mess of their sheets. But like anything in life, it had to come to an end.
They stayed in the apartment on the last night in Boston. The windows were flung open, letting the scent of the pouring rain chase itself through the rooms. They ordered takeout, eating on the couch, knees pressed together and attention half on the TV, half on each other.
They smoked a joint after they cleaned up, Logan’s back pressed against Jay’s front, both of them sprawled on the couch. Jay felt Logan relax with each hit until he was a puddle on his lap, head leaning on Jay’s shoulder, neck left bare and vulnerable.
Jay kissed him there, small, smoky presses of his lips that drifted from jaw to shoulder. Logan hummed contentedly, and Jay almost couldn’t take the rush of affection that overtook him, stronger than pleasure, stronger than pain.
They stayed there for a long while, Jay’s hand brushing up and down Logan’s ribs.
Eventually, Logan smacked his lips together, turning his face into Jay’s neck. “Can you…I want you to fuck me.”
Jay’s body went cold and then hot, an internal jolt that didn’t make it to his syrupy bones. “Fuck.”
“Yeah,” Logan said and started squirming, arching his spine, rubbing the back of his head against Jay’s shoulder.
The rush of want that went through Jay was dizzying, a drop of blood pressure that had spots swimming before his eyes. “Get this off,” he ordered, pushing Logan’s sweats and underwear off. Logan kicked with a complete lack of coordination until the clothes were on the ground.
Logan wasn’t hard yet, but it didn’t take long for Jay to get him there. The angle was easy, just like jerking himself off but almost better. He got to see Logan twitch and strain for his touch, after all.
“Come on,” Logan whined, but Jay didn’t pick up the pace, going slow and steady, watching with a hungry, hazy fascination as Logan got wetter and wetter, Jay’s fingers spreading the precome across his shaft, making the slide that much easier.
For once, Jay reached his limit first. It was too much, having Logan between his legs, wiggling and begging, making so many desperate, wanting noises that Jay was surprised he’d held off as long as he did.
“Bed,” he said, and they stumbled to the room, Jay managing to let go of Logan long enough to yank his clothes off as Logan removed his shirt.
Jay pinned Logan to the bed with his body, licking into his mouth, feeling almost crazy with how much he wanted him.
Logan pushed him away. “I’m gonna fucking kill you,” he complained. Jay couldn’t really argue with the sentiment.
“Flip over,” he said softly, grabbing the lube.
Logan did, lying on his belly. Jay gave in to the impulse of just stroking Logan’s back, his ass, his thighs, bending one of Logan’s knees, leg still on the bed but giving Jay some space to move around.
“There you go,” Jay praised, scratching his nails down Logan’s ass and parting one cheek with his hand.
Logan twitched as Jay rubbed his hole lightly with a dry finger, letting out a gust of air when he did it with a wet one. He waited until Logan relaxed before sliding the tip of his middle finger in.
“Try not to tense up. Rock your hips a little into the bed. That’s it. Doesn’t that feel good?”
Logan grunted as his cock rubbed against the mattress. Jay took the opportunity to slip the rest of his finger in as Logan moved his hips back.
Logan stilled, hands gripping the sheets. Jay knew it felt strange, the first few times, but it didn’t hurt, and he watched Logan carefully as he started moving the finger in and out at a steady, slow pace.
“How does that feel?” Jay asked when he saw some of the tension bleed out of Logan.
“I don’t know. Good. More?”
“There’s no rush.”
Jay managed to fit his free hand underneath Logan, wrapping around his cock. He didn’t have space to manoeuvre and thought that getting Logan up on his knees would freak him out right now, but he managed a tight grip, thumb stroking underneath the wet head.
