Page 45 of The Cowboy's Second Chance
And that was all he really needed to say. Logan knew the situation with John as well as they all did. The tumors were not growing, but they weren’t shrinking, either. It was like his body was in a stalemate, but that could end any time.
Or maybe a miracle would happen. None of them knew.
Logan approached the bed, his fingers plucking open the button of his pants and shucking them as he went. He straddled Derrick’s hips, now just as naked as Derrick was, and ran his fingers through Derrick’s hair, pushing it back from his face.
“I hope he doesn’t,” Logan murmured, as he brushed his lips over Derrick’s lips in a way that made him shiver with delight. “I hope he stays away forever, the bastard.”
With a soft groan, Derrick reached around and gripped Logan’s gorgeous, round little ass, encouraging the slight motion of his hips. All of this was reminding him of something that had been on his mind quite a bit for the last couple of months and now seemed like the perfect time.
“Hey, Logan?”
“Mmm?” Logan had been leaning in, nuzzling at Derrick’s neck and earlobe in a quite distracting way. But Derrick forced his thoughts together to reply coherently.
“I want you to get dressed.” He laughed at the expression on Logan’s face, and he shook his head. “Just for now. And then I want you to come to the hayloft with me.”
“Um.” Logan frowned. “Do I get to know why?”
Derrick grinned and kissed him lightly, before swatting him playfully on the sweet curve of his ass.
“You’ll find out when we get there,” he promised. And it was a sign of how far they had come that Logan trusted him enough to accept that and to follow him there.
Logan
What exactly was his incredibly sexy, sometimes enigmatic, and very confusing boyfriend up to, anyway?
That was the question first and foremost in Logan’s mind as they walked together through the dark, silent yard to the place that had become their place. The place that Logan had kept right on drawing Logan through the darkest times between him and Derrick.
Derrick had this enigmatic little smirk on his face as he led them into the barn, and it somehow didn’t shock Logan when Derrick climbed the ladder up into the hayloft, intotheirhayloft.
“What are you up to?” Logan asked when he just couldn’t stand it anymore. He swung himself up the ladder as well and glanced around at the unremarkable space. There were probably thousands of haylofts just like this one just in Kansas alone, if not more. But this one was special because it was theirs.
“I want something from you,” Derrick said, and his voice was trembling. So were his hands, when he reached for Logan and pulled him up the last few rungs of the ladder, and that was when Logan realized something that he should have picked up on before, probably. Derrick was nervous. Not just nervous, maybe even something closer to terrified.
“You can have it, baby,” Logan promised without hesitation. He couldn’t imagine a single thing that Derrick would want from him that he wouldn’t give. Not one.
Derrick kissed him, desperate and hot and shaky, and then pulled back and started to strip off his clothing. Bit by bit, his gorgeous, leanly-muscled body started to come into view, slender waist and pretty pinkish-brown nipples and broad shoulders and sexy little ass. There wasn’t a person in the entire world that Logan wanted as much as he wanted this man, and no matter how long they were together, that never changed.
“You, too,” Derrick directed, and Logan smirked a little but did as he was told. He stripped down and avidly watched as Derrick did the same, but when Derrick lay back, propped up on a bale of hay, and held out his arms to Logan, he didn’t fully understand what was going on.
“We could have screwed in bed,” he pointed out, and Derrick chuckled, a bit shaky still but the amusement seemed genuine.
“Our first time we were here,” Derrick murmured. “We’ve had so many firsts here. I want to have this one, too.”
Slowly, probably more slowly than really should be the case, Logan was starting to get an idea of what Derrick might be talking about. Logan had thought about it, of course, but Derrick had never given even the slightest sign that he wanted it, and honestly, with how Logan had behaved, with the wild assumptions that he had jumped to, he had just been happy that Derrick was willing to give him a chance at all.
“Derrick?” Logan asked, and Derrick smiled and nodded, beckoning him over, arms still outstretched to him.
“I love you. I want you to be my first for everything,” Derrick replied, and that was when Logan knew for sure that he wasn’t wrong. He was on Derrick in a split second, kissing him fervently, gratefully. This was something that he had fantasized about happening.
Derrick shifted under him, and Logan heard a rustle as they kissed. Seconds later, a cool foil packet was pressed into his hand. They had both been tested, so he knew it wasn’t a condom, they didn’t need those anymore since they were only committed to each other.
It was lube, a small single-sized portion, and as Derrick looked up into Logan’s eyes, he slightly nodded as if to say that yes, this was really, truly okay. Logan let out a soft groan as he tore the package of lube open while his thighs pressed Derrick’s long, slender legs apart.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, spread your legs for me,” Logan purred affectionately, and when Derrick did, he wasted no time lubing him up, spreading it around his hole and then inside of him. Derrick clenched around his fingers, so tight, and he prepared him thoroughly.
He was going to make this just as good for Derrick as Derrick had for him. He was determined to do that.
Before long, he had Derrick moaning and writhing under him, fucking up onto his fingers and taking them deep. As remarkable as it was to Logan, who had never done this before in his life, he could make Derrick feel amazing. Of course, it helped a lot when he found his prostate and rubbed mercilessly against it.
