17. Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Nick

Day 7

In deference to Logan, I did my best to ‘pretend' he didn't want me, or even tell me about his feelings for me. I laughed, joked around, and teased him, but on the inside, my stomach was a confused mess. I couldn't shake learning that Logan was attracted to me and had been for a while. Was it a little strange that he'd been so aggressive toward me over it? Yeah, but it also made sense, as I'd gotten to know Logan.

Could you imagine wanting someone you could never have and that someone lived with you, forcing you to face them every single day?

But why me? Why not someone from school, like one of his teammates?

In an unexpected way, whatever had been fluttering in my stomach and brain since kissing Logan steadily grew, and I found myself more and more curious about what it would be like to pursue something with him.

After dating Lauren and getting to know Logan on a deeper level, I realized how uninteresting Lauren had really been. Sure, she was super smart, with dreams and aspirations, but during our two-and-a-half years together, we never talked about deep shit. We chatted on the phone, talked about our friends and events, and spoke about politics. We went to school, made out, and had sex, but there was nothing more than that. Lauren and I never really dove deep into our feelings about each other or what drove us. Looking back, I finally understood we wouldn't have made it as a couple.

Logan was deep and raw… and surprisingly honest and forthcoming once you got him to open up. Even kissing him had exposed that. While we kissed for fun and practice, at least the first time, he'd been really into it. His reaction made more sense.

This warm fluttering in my stomach didn't make a lot of sense because I didn't think I was bi-sexual. I'd never been attracted to a dude at all. So why now? Just because a guy liked me didn't mean I should like him back.

Yet, after kissing Logan, I wanted to do it again… and more.

While I was seriously confused, I didn't freak out either. Shouldn't I have been weirded out? Ironically, that was the only thing freaking me out—the calmness and rightness of it all.

Why? Why? Why?

Despite the tension from the night before, we had a really supreme day at Graceland, but the best part was getting those photos printed. I took some amazing shots of Logan. The real Logan. Not the one who was always pissed off. The photos I took showed the potential of who he could be. His smiles were genuine, and some were a bit shy. But the candid ones he hadn't known I took until I printed them out became my favorites.

I took one of him as he stood shirtless, staring at the water while the sun was going down, casting this orange hue over him. His profile was thoughtful, and his body was tight… attractive, but his entire demeanor was at ease, as if I'd captured the perfect moment where all was right in his world. I was happy I found that moment, a glimpse of something I rarely saw.

The early morning sky was brightening, but it was cloudy, looking like we'd have rain soon. We'd be on the road again, heading toward Arkansas later in the morning, anyway.

The tent was stuffy despite having the window flaps open, so I kicked off the sleeping bag and rested my palm on my growing morning wood. Usually, I'd just get up and take a piss, but I didn't feel like getting up yet. Instead, my thoughts drifted to Logan's naked body from the first day of our trip. I tried not to, forcing my mind to remember having sex with Lauren, but no matter how hard I tried, Logan sucked me right back to him. Pissed, happy, shy… Logan was a force to be reckoned with. He did nothing in half measures.

As my mind slammed back onto Logan's rippling abs, my palm stroked my cock. I tried not to focus on what was between his legs, but my brain told me to fuck right off. Even soft, his dick wasn't small. He definitely wasn't a grower. He was also bigger than I was, not that I was disappointed in my size.

I slipped my hand underneath my underwear and fisted my dick, stifling a groan. I hadn't had a good orgasm in a while. Not since… My brain refused to let me focus on Lauren.

Should I?

Would it be weird to rub one out in the tent as Logan slept? Probably. That wouldn't stop me, though.

I quickly glanced at Logan to make sure he was still sleeping, but my heart and stomach lurched when I saw his eyes were open and staring at my hand shoved down my underwear. He rested on his side with his hand tucked under his pillow. Like me, he was only wearing his briefs because of the heat, but even in the dim morning light, I could see him swell.

Before I could shut up my useless brain that had been ignoring me all morning, I blurted. "Do you want to learn to give a hand job?"

My face incinerated, but I didn't take it back. He'd probably say no since he wanted to go back to how things were before.

"Yes."

My stomach dipped with excitement and arousal. Without thinking about it too hard, I boldly eased my underwear down over my thighs and held my cock upright. The thought that Logan was about to touch me made it ache and pulse. Fuck, this should freak me out, but it didn't at all.

Logan scooted closer, reached over, and hovered his hand close to my dick. I let it fall hard against my stomach and waited him out.

He glanced at my face for a second before grabbing my cock. Holy fuck, he did it, and I didn't run. In fact, I was so turned on it took all my power not to thrust into his hand.

"You know how to rub one out, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"Just do that for me, but you'll be doing it from a different angle. Focus on what turns you on and the spots you like to be touched."

Instead of going right at it, Logan fisted me and gently ran his thumb over the head, making my entire fucking body shudder. He set it down and dragged his fingers across my length, exploring. No one had ever explored my dick before, not like this. My heart hammered against my chest, and my breathing was too fast as all the blood in my body traveled straight to my cock. How was this so fucking hot?

The backs of his fingertips dragged down until they ghosted over my nuts, and I shuddered again as a moan slipped out.

His eyes met mine at the sound. "You like that?"

"Yeah," I breathed. I was incapable of saying anything else, hyper-focused on his touch.

My fingers curled into my palms to keep from reaching out and touching him. As much as I wanted to, I didn't want to break this spell he was under. Fuck, I was under his spell, too.

"This… doesn't weird you out?"

"No. A handy is a handy, right?" I winced at my words. This wasn't a handy at all. It seemed like it was more than that, but I didn't want to presume or scare him away.

"I guess."

Logan now sat up, fisted my dick at the base, and ran his fingers over the head again, swiping away an abundant amount of pre-cum from my slit.

"I have some lube in my backpack for when I rub one out."

He shook his head. "You're wet enough. Are guys always this wet? I don't make this much."

"I… wouldn't know."

"Oh, yeah."

He spread my pre-cum around my dick and started stroking. It was slow at first, methodical, but soon he got into the rhythm of it.

"Does that… feel good?"

So fucking much .

"Yeah, pretty good. Just a little tighter."

He squeezed harder, and my eyes rolled up into my head. It wasn't that he was brilliant at giving a handy, but the idea of a man and my stepbrother doing it sent electricity coursing through me and then gathered around my groin and nuts. It felt a little taboo, which turned me the hell on.

With no bodily control, I suddenly thrust into his fist as another groan slipped out of me.

Logan cupped his balls and dick with his other hand, but did nothing about it as he stroked me faster. I willed him to touch himself, but he did nothing but focus on me.

My nuts drew up tight, and I arched my back a few times as I got closer. The pressure was unreal, and my spine fucking tingled.

"Fuck…" I hissed.

After a few more strokes, I was done for. My body froze for a second, and I held my breath to hold on to my climax for as long as possible and pumped into his fist while I came all over my stomach.

My hands fisted my sleeping bag as the air in the humid tent filled with arousal and the musky scent of cum. Then I deflated and melted into the ground as I grew numb while I still pulsed in Logan's hand, who hadn't let me go yet.

I peeked an eye open at his silence and stillness. He looked at my softening dick and cum-spattered stomach. My breath caught when he swiped a finger with his other hand through it and dabbed the stickiness on his tongue.

Holy crap, why was that so hot?

"Do you… want me to help you with that?" I asked, nodding at his swollen package.

Logan suddenly let me go, stared at me with the widest eyes I'd seen on him yet, and scrambled out of the tent. "I can't do this."

"Fuck…" I hissed. There he went.

Hello again, Panicked Logan .

I quickly pulled up my underwear, cleaned up the sticky mess with my T-shirt lying next to me, tossed it in the corner of the tent, and ran after him.

"Logan, wait!"

But he didn't stop as he headed deeper into the woods, barefoot and all, and I ran after him.

"Logan!"

"Go away!" he snarled.

I sighed and kept chasing him. Like hell I was going to pretend that this hadn't just happened. Fuck it if I told him I was helping him learn to be with a guy. That was no longer true. I wanted that with him. I needed that with him.

I'd told myself this was a game and helping him, but that was a lie. As soon as his lips hit mine the first time, I knew I was in deep shit. There was no turning back from this. I wanted more.

"Ouch! Goddammit!" I hissed after stepping on a rock, but I kept on going, hopping until the pain subsided and shoving my way through the thickening foliage, slapped by stray branches on my bare skin.

I finally found Logan, resting a stiff arm over a tree, his head pressed to his forearm, and his other hand shoved down into his briefs.

Why didn't he let me do that for him?

There was no way in hell I'd let him rub one out alone after what just happened between us.

I stood next to him and touched his bare back, sticky with sweat.

"Don't touch me!"

I snatched my hand back as my stomach flipped in a combination of instinctual fear and arousal. Logan could be scary as hell, and I knew full well his fists hurt, but I wasn't backing away. I also needed to be respectful. He was teetering, and I didn't want him to fall back into old habits, or worse.

"Logan, let me help you. I want to."

"No!"

"Okay… I'm backing off. I'm so sorry."

"Yes." The word came out as a desperate, guttural, high-pitched whimper.

"Are you sure? I need you to be sure, Logan, because I don't want to do something that'll make you uncomfortable or angry afterward."

"Please," he whispered.

"You got it."

Despite the heat, my skin prickled with goosebumps. Everything became sort of chaotic and hot. I'd never imagined myself here and now, but I wasn't regretting it at all.

A breeze suddenly picked up, and the first signs of rain sprinkled on us, chilling our heated skin. The trees sang to us through their sways, but the birds had gone silent.

I pressed the front of my body against his back to give him a sense of control and privacy as my hand slid around his front and slipped into the band of his underwear. Logan took a shuddered breath when I fisted his thick cock that was so hot and heavy in my hand.

"Make me come… Please ," he said.

"I'll do my best."

Shit, here I'd been teaching Logan how to do a handy while I'd yet to give one to someone myself, but doing it from behind, I imagined it was my dick I was stroking to get it right. I rested my cheek on his back, his heart beating and thrumming through his entire body. I gathered some pre-cum, but it wasn't enough, so I pulled my hand away, spit on it, and smeared it across his length.

Unlike Logan, I didn't explore him. We could do that later if he'd let me.

A week into this trip, and we'd gone from hating each other to stroking one another off. It was fucking wild.

"I've never done this before," I whispered to his back, so he'd know I was just as vulnerable as he was. How this was new to me, too. He wasn't alone. "I've got you, Logan."