19. Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Nick

After having a quick bite of fast food, Logan and I needed to stop by the laundromat to wash our clothes. We hadn't washed anything since we started this journey, and with the rain and mud, we had no choice.

It was the middle of the workday, and no one was in there, so Logan and I just shrugged, stripped our clothes off to our underwear, and tossed them in the wash, along with our sleeping bags. I dropped several quarters into the coin slot and pressed start.

As our shit got washed, Logan sat on the built-in wooden folding table, his long legs dangling as he read through his travel journal. He'd glued some of the images I took of our trip onto the pages and wrote a little bit about it.

What had he said about me on this trip with him? Did he start out writing about how angry he was with me tagging along, then eventually mentioning our kisses? Shit, now I was curious, but I'd been intrusive enough with him.

He set his pencil down and read what he wrote before I plucked the notebook out of his hands, closed it, put it on the table, and slid between his legs. The curly hair there tickled my bare skin. I was so used to smooth, soft, and hairless bodies, but I strangely liked how taut Logan was. I had no idea why his masculinity was a turn-on. Or perhaps it was just Logan himself. In all my years being surrounded by dudes, not once did I ever look at them and wonder what it would be like to kiss, touch, or date one.

My hands traveled to the nape of his neck and fisted his hair, pulling his head toward me so I could steal a kiss.

Logan's eyes slid toward the large windows to make sure no one was looking and allowed me to lead him to my mouth.

He was getting really good at this kissing thing, and I liked it more and more. I enjoyed his scruffy face against mine, chafing my skin as if he were marking me and making me his. And I had to admit I fucking loved being his first guy kiss, letting him give me his first handy, and allowing me to give him one.

Fuck, this morning had been intense between the hand jobs, Logan legit wigging out, and then that beautiful moment when he finally let all his walls crumble to dust.

I fisted his hair tighter, and I eagerly swallowed his moan. He also grew bolder and more confident in our kisses, mimicking me by sliding his hands through my hair and tugging on it as well. Our faces tilted, sucking on lips and tongues.

When we came up for air, I stared at his full, swollen lips that had turned red. He sucked in his bottom lip as if to keep tasting me. His eyes opened, and his hands fell out of my hair, traveling down my neck and shoulders.

"My stomach is so fucking tingly and twisty," he said, making me smile like a lunatic. Shit, when Logan let down those damn walls, he had this vulnerability and honesty about him. That's what drew me in the most.

"Mine is, too."

Logan pinned me with a hard hazel stare. "We shouldn't work, you and I."

"But we do. Are you saying you want to back out?"

He looked out the window again and shook his head. "No." Then he glanced back at me, capturing my lips once more in a brief kiss. "Not at all."

"Good."

The washer buzzed to let us know our clothes were done, so we sorted through them and tossed everything into the dryers. Logan dropped several quarters into the coin slots and pressed the start buttons.

"I can't wait to make camp," I said.

"Yeah, the Ozarks are supposed to be fucking amazing. You should see the pictures I've saved in my notebook."

I rolled my eyes, forgetting how innocent Logan was still. He always had a strong vibe about him that gave no hints of vulnerability or inexperience while in high school, but I liked this Logan so much better. He was the real deal.

"I mean, I want to do more of this exploring with you."

His face pinked, and he smiled shyly. "Oh."

Fuck, he was adorable. "Has anyone told you how cute you are, Snuggle-Wuggles?"

His eyes rolled so hard that I was sure he could see his brain. He tried to shove me away playfully, but there was an annoyance in his eyes.

"I'm not adorable. And stop calling me that."

All the more reason to tease him.

"I'm going to have them write ‘ Here Lies Snuggle-Wuggles—The Snuggliest of Snugglers ' on your tombstone."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, I would."

"Ass."

"You like this ass."

His face pinked even brighter, but he didn't look away this time. "I do."

Logan sat on the table again, and I smiled when he tugged the back of my head to bring me between his legs. He wrapped his arm loosely around my throat and kissed my neck, his warm chest against my back. "I like this."

My hand rested on his forearm, and I closed my eyes to his nibbles on my neck and ear. "I do, too."

My dick quickly got on board when he curled his tongue around my earlobe.

Suddenly, he shoved me away and jumped off the table, grabbing his notebook to read while it covered his bulge.

"What the…"

Then I saw the movement outside, and an elderly man walked in, carrying a plastic laundry basket full of clothes. He suddenly noticed us, nodded his head, and went about his business.

My heart threatened to punch through my chest when I saw him. Fuck, that was close.

"We need to be more careful," Logan said over the sound of clothes spinning in the washers and dryers.

"Yeah, agreed."

That was my first dose of reality about the consequences of being gay. I got a taste of that fear Logan always had about being discovered. I'd never seen negative reactions to gays before, and no one ever talked about it either back in school. But like Logan, I didn't want to be discovered either. That fear of the unknown was intense and a reminder that Logan wasn't the only one innocent here. Perhaps being na?ve made more sense.

It took us almost two hours to reach our cabin at Buffalo National River. The place was gorgeous, yet different from where we'd camped before. Our site was by the beautiful river, glistening a light blue with steep limestone cliffs standing sentry around it.

"There are some waterfalls close by, which should be epic with the recent rains. We can also go kayaking if you want. I mean, I have no idea how to kayak, but between the both of us, we can figure it out, right?"

I grinned and hefted the cooler out of the car, walking it into the cabin. "Sure, we can paddle in circles all day. Sounds like a blast."

"Okay, smartass. Do you have a better idea?"

"Hey, I'm not complaining."

Logan scoffed, dumped our backpacks on the floor, and looked around.

The place was small, with a bench and a table in the tiny kitchen. A wood-burning stove was tucked into the corner, and a ladder led up to the loft, where I assumed the beds were.

I took a deep breath of the earthy-smelling place mingled with burnt wood.

"This place is cool," I said, looking out the window at the river view. "Nice view, too."

"I can't wait to explore here."

I can't wait to explore more of you.

God, I'd really become infatuated with Logan. So fucking bizarre, but I liked it, too.

Once we got the car unloaded and had settled into the place, Logan removed his sweaty T-shirt and tossed it in the corner before sniffing his pits. "I'm going to take a shower. I stink."

Logan grabbed a clean towel, soap, and shampoo from his bag and went into the bathroom.

Then an idea hit me.

I also grabbed my towel and stood in front of the bathroom door, pressing my ear to it, hearing the water run. I tested the knob and found it unlocked. Maybe I shouldn't take it as an invitation, but if Logan wanted me out, I'd respect that.

The thought of getting fully naked with him sent a delicious shiver up my spine.

The knob turned slowly, and I pushed it open to the small bathroom filled with steam and the scent of his shampoo. The shower was really tiny. Maybe we couldn't both fit in there, but damned if I wouldn't try.

After I got undressed, I eased the white vinyl shower curtain to the side to expose Logan's back, covered in undulations from his muscles and a pert, round ass. I swallowed hard and stepped inside. "Make room."

Logan quickly turned around with saucer eyes before he calmed down and smirked. "Well, hello there."

"Hello back."

We awkwardly shifted so I could get under the hot spray of water.

"Turn around," he said.

When I turned to face the shower tiles, his hands slid into my hair with his shampoo and he dug his fingers into my scalp. I tilted my head back and groaned, my muscles instantly relaxing with the head massage and hair washing.

God, I could get used to this.

When I tilted my head, Logan leaned down and pressed his lips to my throat. My cock instantly perked up, and I cupped it, but he yanked my hand away. "I want to do that."

"Okay," I breathed.

With a soapy hand, Logan fisted my cock and pumped it slowly.

"Mmm, yeah, like that…"

I rested my soapy head back on his shoulder and reached around to grab his neck, completely lost in Logan's hand. His dick grew hard and rested between my ass cheeks. My body shivered, and my cock pulsed with need at the thought of him fucking me there.

I tried it once on Lauren before, but she hated it. Could I be fucked or fuck him? The idea seemed so taboo to me, yet the more I thought about it, the more aroused I got.

"Is this okay?" he asked.

"Yeah… so good. Just a little tighter."

He did as he was told, and my nuts got ready to blow. I was so close.

"You have a really nice cock, Nick."

And just like that, I thrust hard into his hand and shot my load all over the bathroom tiles. A loud moan slipped out of me as Logan milked my dick.

Before I got too numb, I quickly rinsed my hair and spun us around, so he was under the water. I looked down at him and grabbed his length. This was the first time I'd gotten a good look at it. Last time, I fisted him from behind. His cock was thick with a flushed head. As far as dicks went, I guess it was nice. I never really thought about pretty cocks before.

Logan leaned back against the wall as I tugged on him. He shut his eyes with his head back and his palms pressed to the tiles. His full lips were parted until he sucked in his bottom lip, biting it.

He was so responsive and his face so open, telling me I was doing this right. As I gave him a handy, I tried something a bit risky to see if Logan would like it. My index finger on my other hand slid under his balls and worked its way through his crease, grazing his hole.

Logan opened his eyes and punched his hips into my hand. "Jesus…"

"Do you… like that?" I was truly curious.

"I think so."

His body sure did react like he did.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Uhm, no."

I rubbed circles around his hole as I pumped him harder and faster. His large hands came up and gripped my shoulder as his head was thrown back. He spread his legs more to give me better access. He was definitely enjoying the extra sensation.

Out of nowhere, Logan's body froze, shooting hot cum all over me. I looked down in amazement that I'd made him come, and I was wearing most of it. It was so odd to me how unfazed I was by this. No, not unfazed. Aroused would be a better word.

"Fuck… god, Nick."

He stood straight, took my face into his hands, and kissed the hell out of me.

Right then was the first time I'd truly felt wanted by someone. He was hungry for me. Our kiss was sloppier than normal, a little aggressive, with bites on our lips and clawing fingers on our bodies.

Logan slowly pulled away and rested his forehead on mine as the water slowly started to get cold.

"I need more, Nick. Please."

"You'll have it."

Because I want more, too.