Page 37 of The Christmas Deal
And maybe he’d thought about it sometimes, and he’d been curious once or twice, but hell no. Letting a guy do that would be… Hell, he didn’t know what, but it was better to keep it simple with men.
“What about kissing?”
He screwed up his face. “No. That’s too…” He took another gulp of scotch, warmth spreading through him. “I’m probably sayin’ this shit all wrong. With guys it’s just quick and easy.”
“But you’re not gay.”
“Exactly.” Now Seth was getting it.
“Or bi?”
Logan scoffed. “Isn’t that just being wishy-washy or pretentious?”
“No.” Seth’s brows drew together, and he was quiet a few moments. “You know, it’s perfectly valid to be attracted to both men and women. Bisexuality is real.” He clasped Logan’s shoulder, a current of heat sparking down all the way down to Logan’s fingertips. “It really is okay.”
“Sure. Nothin’ wrong with it. That’s just not me. I’m straight. I’ve been with women since I was fifteen. I love fucking them. The stuff with guys is different. Separate.”
“Huh. I read something about this. Men who have sex with men, but who don’t necessarily identify as gay or bi or somewhere on the LGBTQ-plus spectrum.”
“Spectrum?” Logan echoed. He had no clue what Seth was talking about. He was straight, and sometimes he got off with dudes. He didn’t need to get all fancy or hippie or whatever about it.
Seth’s hand was still gripping Logan’s shoulder, and he looked down at it like he wasn’t sure how it had gotten there. He didn’t move it, though, and Logan didn’t complain. The grasp was warm and strong. Logan’s dick sure liked it, and he rubbed the heel of his hand over himself through his jeans without thinking.
Seth’s gaze zeroed in on Logan’s crotch, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Are you…? Do you want to…?”
“Yeah.” It was the first time in months he’d been turned on, and he realized maybe it wasn’t so strange for Seth to have gone more than a year. Maybe he’d felt as dead inside as Logan. But now, Logan’s blood was pumping, and he wanted release.
Even more than that, he wanted to help Seth.
Seth said, “I think this is the most surreal conversation I’ve ever had. Wouldn’t it be strange? For us to…”
“Why? It’s just getting off. Doesn’t mean anything. We’re guys. Sometimes I just need to bust a nut. Don’t you?”
“I…” Seth licked his lips, staring between Logan’s face and his crotch. “You know what? Yes. I usually analyze everything to death. Analysis paralysis,” he muttered. Then, louder: “Yes. Sometimes I need to get off. Damn it.”
“Ohh. Watch your language,” Logan teased. His heart raced, lust building in his veins. He could see it on Seth’s face, that determination and growing confidence, and it turned him on big time.
With a grin, Seth shoved at the coffee table so there was enough room for him to drop to his knees in front of Logan. Seth was breathing shallowly as he muttered, almost to himself, “I’m going to do this. I want to do this. There’s nothing wrong with this.” His gaze was locked on Logan’s crotch.
Logan unzipped his jeans and shoved them down with his skivvies, yanking his left foot free so he could spread his legs wide. He gave himself a few tugs as Seth watched like a starving man.
“Go to town,” Logan said.
Seth started without touching Logan’s dick at all, running his palms up and down Logan’s hairy thighs and dipping his head to nose around his belly. His breath was hot, but sometimes he blew it colder over the tip of Logan’s cock, sending shivers through him. Seth’s hands weren’t as callused as some men’s, but they were big and definitely rougher than a woman’s. Not better or worse, just different.
When he drank alcohol, it usually took a while for Logan to get fully hard, but shit, Seth knew what he was doing for a guy with hang-ups. Foreplay was something Logan identified with women. In his experience, most of them liked to take their time. There was no foreplay with men in a bathroom stall or getting off at the bunkhouse.
But hell, as Seth ducked farther and licked at his taint, Logan sure as shit wasn’t going to complain. Seth circled his blunt nails over Logan’s thighs, and goosebumps spread. Logan was rock hard. Damn, it really had been too long.
When Seth finally sucked him into his mouth, Logan moaned loudly. It was so tight and wet, and Seth was doing something with his tongue behind the head that had Logan practically hitting the ceiling. “Fuck, you’re good at this,” he muttered.
Seth pulled off with a spit-soaked pop and smiled up at him, his hands spread wide above Logan’s knees, thumbs stroking the soft flesh of his inner thighs. He wasn’t just smiling—sunshine was shooting out of him like laser beams, and Logan had to smile back. Seth ducked his head again and sucked him deep.
