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There wasno way in hell, Sammy was going to be able to go to his apartment and wait until the next day to drive to Logan’s.To go home to Logan.His bags had been packed in the car already and he simply drove off to Saratoga Springs as soon as he parted with Danika and James. He got there at eleven in the evening, and he made his way quietly into the house.

The dying embers illuminated the living room with a gentle glow, while the rest of the house was dark. He knew Logan would have gone to bed early and was most likely asleep, snuggling Morpheus already. He crept up the stairs and his heart melted when he found them exactly as he had imagined them. Morpheus saw him first, whined quietly, then yawned, and shimmied off the bed and onto his own big luxurious bed on the floor.

Sammy took off his jeans, hoodie and socks, leaving only his shirt and boxers on. He wanted to get in bed right away but then decided on a quick shower and quietly went into the bathroom.

He lathered himself with soap, trying to be thorough and quick at the same time, which was an impossible task. Just as he was rinsing himself, he felt a gentle caress on his arm. Logan was stepping into the bathtub, joining him under the streams of water with a sleepy smile. He leaned in for a kiss, and they just stood there kissing slowly under the now lukewarm water. Logan shivered when the temperature dropped even lower, and Sammy reached behind him to turn the water off.

He dried them both off as Logan was still very sleepy, and was just happy to cling on to him, nuzzling his neck. They tumbled into bed and Sammy tucked them in, as they lay facing each other, noses touching, kissing lightly.

Logan mumbled, “You lied. You said tomorrow.” Then he grinned. “I love you.”

Sammy shimmied closer and threw his thigh over his hip and his arm over Logan’s shoulder, needing to be connected to his lover in every way. He brushed Logan’s nose with his, then took a deep steading breath and said, “I want to live with you. I want to be with you all the time. You are my home. I know it’s very soon, we’ve only been together two months, but I really––”

He didn’t get to finish, because Logan had sealed their mouths together, with a passionate kiss, pulling Sammy even closer, rolling him onto his back and then bracketing his shoulders with his arms, making himself comfortable between his thighs.

“I love you so much.” He leaned in and kissed him slowly, indulgently, and reverently. His body weight rested on Sammy and the pressure of his solid frame flush to his, was exactly what Sammy needed. He wrapped his legs around Logan’s hips and thrust up lazily, feeling his cock hardening. Logan grinned against his lips, and murmured, “I was going to ask you to move in with me in the morning. I almost asked you on the phone, but I wanted to do it in person.”

Sammy pulled him down for another kiss and there was no more talking after that.

Logan rutted in rhythm with Sammy’s thrusts and kissed him deeply. Sammy made a needy whimper when his cock began leaking at the tip and he needed Logan to touch him. They were really in sync that night, because as soon as the thought had begun forming in his mind, Logan reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand, then tossed it on the bed, leaning over his lover again. Sammy murmured in between kisses, “And a condom.”

Logan grinned and rolled away from Sammy, reaching for the top drawer, so he could get the small pack out. When he looked back to Sammy, he was on his back, hips wide open and the glistening fingers of his right hand circling his opening. Logan’s eyes widened and he just sat there, looking at his lover mesmerized. Sammy pressed his index and his middle finger in, and at the same time, biting his lower lip. He never looked away from Logan, who was shifting his gaze from his face to his fingers, as he was dipping them slowly but deeply inside his hole.

He reached for Logan, and directed him to settle between his thighs, then handed him the lube. Logan applied a generous amount to his fingers, and Sammy pulled away his own so he could fill him up. Logan leaned forward, circling his entrance with the tips of his fingers, admiring him. All of him. He was kissing his thigh gently and when he pressed two fingers inside him, Sammy gasped and threw his head back arching his back.

Logan leaned forward and took his leaking cock in his mouth to the hilt without teasing him. He just started sucking him, with needy slurping sounds. His fingers were moving in sync with his bobbing head, and Sammy moaned. Logan’s touch was perfect, bringing him to the edge incredibly fast every single time. His breathing was ragged, and his hips twitched, betraying how helpless to control himself he was at the hands of his lover.

He propped himself on his elbows. Looking down at Logan was a fucking feast for his eyes. With great fascination, he observed the way, the dim light from the bathroom danced over Logan’s skin every time his muscles tensed, and his body moved between Sammy’s thighs in sync with pleasuring him. He was mesmerizing.

Logan let his dick pop out of his mouth, leaving it thoroughly wet with spit. His lover slipped lower between his thighs, giving him one last hazy look, before licking into his hole. He added a third finger and licked around the rim, spitting and rubbing his thumb gently over the tight ring of muscles while he lightly twisted his fingers inside. Sammy moaned and pressed harder on Logan’s fingers. Logan spread them in his tight opening then twisted them just so. Finding his prostate and teasing the delicate bundle of nerves milking Sammy had become his favorite past time activity.

He gently slipped his digits out, brushing them over Sammy’s hole lightly on the way out in a gesture of admiration. He put the condom on carefully, then applied more lube to Sammy’s entrance. He pulled his lover’s hips and lifted them up slightly. Sammy reached to take hold of both his legs and give Logan full access to his hole. He was exposed, spread out, fully open to anything and everything his lover needed. He trusted Logan with his body and his heart.

Logan leaned forward, his thick cock head rubbing against Sammy’s pucker, and he quickly began shifting his eyes between Sammy’s face and the place where their bodies were joining. To see his throbbing mushroom head sink inside his lover, and at the same time, Sammy’s wet soft lips parting with a groan, holding on to his thighs, must have been mind-blowing to him. Sammy could tell he was trying to be gentle, but there was no need. He was ready, and he wanted to feel Logan fucking him as hard as he had missed him.

He let his legs drop down and pulled his lover lower, getting him to lose his balance for a moment and rest his whole weight on Sammy, plunging deeper in his ass. They both groaned and Logan’s hips moved, long, hard strokes as he moaned in Sammy’s mouth. Logan’s rhythm became frantic, and he pulled himself up again so he could watch Sammy. His cock was leaking between them, leaving sticky strands of precum and spit clinging to their bellies. Logan whimpered and reached for his cock, but not before he spat on his hand, then slicked his dark red leaking cockhead with his spit and stroked him as he fucked into him, no longer trying to muffle his groans of pleasure.

His eyes constantly darted between Sammy’s face, his dick, and his ass. His body was glistening with sweat and there were strands of hair sticking to his temples and forehead. Everything about this moment, the slapping of their sweaty skin, the groans of his lover, his wild-with-lust eyes drinking him, taking all of him in with great fascination and so much love, tipped Sammy over the edge and his orgasm caught him almost by surprise as the waves of pleasure spilled over his body, making his toes curl and his dick strain and spill while Logan was still fisting him fast.

His lover sped up his thrusts, and it only took him seconds to tumble over the edge after Sammy, screaming his pleasure as he filled the condom with his hot seed. Sammy felt every single excruciating twitch and pump and that got his eyes rolling in the back of his head, a powerful sensation of pleasure spilling over his body. He clenched around Logan’s dick and when his lover groaned, he huffed a laugh.

Needing him closer, he pulled him on top of himself, ignoring his muffled protests against his lips. “I’m sweaty.” He was laughing and kissing Sammy. It was too late anyway, because they were both covered in Logan’s sweat and Sammy’s cum. “We’ll shower in a like five minutes. I just want to stay like this for a bit.”

Logan obliged and they kissed lazily, rocking their intertwined bodies and laughing, telling each other about their day, talking quietly not to rile up Morpheus. The dog was somehow still snoring in the corner, in his luxurious extra-large bed, conveniently situated at the farthest point of the bedroom away from the bed.

They never made it to the shower. Instead, Sammy wiped them both roughly with his t-shirt he picked up from the floor, then tucked them in. Logan fell asleep mid-sentence, telling him about Dave asking both of them to come earlier to help him out with the setup for the party. He was so peaceful and sweet, Sammy peppered his face with kisses, wrapped himself around his body like an octopus and let sleep take him away.

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Sammy had beennervous about the party all week, but in light of he and Logan moving in together, suddenly it just felt silly he had been worried at all. His concerns were put to further rest by Stef and Dave, who were nothing but wonderful to him. At the end of the day, Jackson was the star of the party and Sammy got himself busy taking photos and mingling with guests in the small community hall that the birthday celebration was held at.

He did get quite a few curious looks, but before any insecurities could creep up, Logan had somehow always been near to reach for him, either for a quick hug or a kiss, making it perfectly clear they were together.

Of course, there were nosy and braver guests that straight up approached him to ask him who he was, and Sammy was quickly reminded of small-town life. Growing up in Mystic had been exactly the same – if a new person rolled into town their presence always created waves of curiosity around them. This was something he would just have to get over and that was that.

The way Logan acted when people would ask him about Sammy had his heart doing somersaults.“Is that your boyfriend?” “Yes.”, “Who is this charming young man?” “He’s my partner.”No hesitation at all, no mumbling, no looking around to see if Sammy was listening. He had to laugh at the last one, because people actually had a bigger issue with him being younger than Logan.

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