27. Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Nick

Day 13

"I'm going to fucking melt," I complained. "My flesh has fused to the seat. How hot do you think it is out there?"

Logan stared out at the flat plains of Texas, heading north toward Lubbock, where we'd stop for lunch before moving on toward Albuquerque, New Mexico. The road ahead of us shimmered like a mirage of water.

"Who the fuck knows? Like, I'm totally not stopping to use a pay phone to find out. I guess everything's going to be brown from here on out until we eventually reach Lake Tahoe in four days."

"This place needs fucking rain. Good thing we aren't camping."

"I doubt the Grand Canyon will be much cooler when we reach it in a couple of days."

"Yeah, but it'll be a hell of a lot prettier than this hellscape. It's nothing but a dry, flat ocean of brown as far as the eye can see. The temp has got to be over a hundred degrees."

"All your complaining is making this car hotter." Logan looked at me, smirking, and quickly brought his eyes back to the road.

"Ass." I ran my hands through his thick, sweaty hair despite the wind gusting through the car windows. "Speaking of ass, does it still hurt?"

Logan squirmed a bit in his seat. "Yeah, man. It's like I can still feel you inside me."

"Ooo, I kind of like that you can still feel me to remind you that no one else is allowed in there. It's like a ghost fucking."

I cracked up, and he rolled his eyes. "Possessive much?"

"You love it."

He moved around in his seat again before settling down. "Stop talking, or else I'm going to get horny."

"Get horny because I plan on having you again tonight if you can take me."

He snorted a laugh and stared at the road. When I glanced between his legs, he was starting to swell, which, in turn, made me hard. "Like that, do we?"

"Yeah, I want to do it again."

"I want to see you come without me touching you again."

Logan's face pinked, and he smiled shyly. "I'm not sure how that happened."

"That was the single hottest thing I've ever seen." I pulled one of his hands off the steering wheel and placed it on my swollen dick. "See what you do to me?"

"If you keep this up, we're going to have to pull over and remedy this hard situation."

It was my turn to roll my eyes. "God, you did not just say that. Puns are not your strong suit, baby. But I'm going to have to agree here. Maybe we should pull over at the next rest stop."

"Seriously, maybe we should wait until we get out of Texas to mess around. Austin's pretty accepting, but I don't want to get caught by the cops with our pants down around here."

"Fair point."

I reached into the backseat for the canteen and gulped down some warm water as Logan fiddled with the radio. "Nothing but shit and static around here. Pop in a tape, would you?" he asked.

I handed him the canteen, and he chugged some water as I played one of his mixtapes. ‘Cruel Summer' by Bananarama came on as Logan handed the canteen back to me, which I closed and tossed in the backseat.

Logan reached for my hand and curled our fingers together. His smile was small, but I couldn't read his eyes behind his sunglasses. I smiled back and held his hand tighter as I leaned my head back on the headrest and closed my eyes for a little nap.

After lunch, eating some Tex-Mex because we were addicted to it, I called Mom while Logan was getting the car filled up with gas.

"Nick?"

"Hey, Mom! We're alive. Sorry I didn't get to call you yesterday."

"That's fine, as long as I know you boys are okay. How's the trip going? You two still getting along?"

"Yeah, the trip's been amazing. We've been having a blast." God, I itched to tell my mom about Logan and what was going on between us. I didn't hide much from her, but this was one thing I couldn't talk about without Logan's permission. "And yeah, Logan and I have really learned to get along. He's really cool, Mom. He's let go of whatever's been bothering him, and we've hardly fought at all. In fact, we've gotten pretty close."

"Oh, Nick, I can't tell you how happy that makes me. Finally. Wyatt will be thrilled to hear the news."

"Thrilled about what?" I heard Wyatt say on the other end.

"Logan. He and Nick are really getting along. This idea you had of them traveling together was fantastic."

"I have those now and then. Tell Nick and Logan I love them."

Mom snorted a laugh. "Did you hear that, Nick?"

"Yeah, I heard. Love you both, too. Logan's getting gas, so I'll tell him."

"Where are you boys off to now?"

"Albuquerque for the night, then we'll head over to the Grand Canyon for a couple of days. After that, it will be Lake Tahoe, which is our last stop before we reach school."

"Good, then you're on schedule. We'll be leaving here in a few days, driving straight through to reach you boys. Don't tell Logan, but Wyatt is giving him the Mustang , so we'll only be driving your car to California."

"I'm so jealous. That car is righteous. Logan will be so excited."

"Oh, and before I forget, the movers have delivered your stuff, and it's sitting in a warehouse in Oakland. Thank god. That way, we don't have to worry."

"Awesome. Thanks, Mom."

Logan pulled up next to the phone booth and honked. "Gotta go. Logan's back from getting gas."

"Call us before you reach the Grand Canyon."

"I will. Love you."

"Love you."

I hung up, rushed to the car, and jumped in. Logan handed me a Styrofoam cup filled with ice and a drink. "I got you an iced tea."

"Thanks."

I took it and chugged half of it back as Logan lit a smoke, put the car in gear, and drove off, rocking out to The Clash.

We'd driven for about thirty minutes when I said, "We're going to have to tell our parents, eventually."

Logan glanced over at me. "So, we're definitely doing this, then?"

"What part of ‘you're mine' don't you get?" I teased.

His grin was huge, but he quickly frowned. "They aren't going to like this, and coming out as gay to Dad is more than a little intimidating."

"Yeah, they're going to be confused as hell, that's for sure, but I don't think they'll stop loving us. I'm confident of it."

Logan shifted in his seat. "Do you… think we should tell them at all? I mean, do we have to if this is going to be a secret and all?"

"I think we should trust our parents that they love us unconditionally."

He sighed and glanced at me again before looking out at the road ahead. "And what if… they disown us and shit? What do we do then? I don't want to lose my family, Nick."

I pulled his hand off the steering wheel and held it. "And I don't want to lose them either. We'll cross that bridge when we get there."

But it was a good question. If our parents were outraged and we risked losing them, I wasn't sure Logan and I would be strong enough to withstand that. We wouldn't be able to pursue this growing bond between us. Both of us had already lost one parent. We couldn't afford to lose more.

We could stay together in secret. That was an option, but it felt like a betrayal toward our family and ourselves.

I placed his hand back on my cock, making it swell quickly enough to distract us. "Enough depressing talk for now. Let's talk about all the fun we're going to have when we reach Albuquerque."

Logan smiled and raised a brow. "Are you totally saying my ass corrupted you?"

I threw back my head and laughed. "It totally did. It's an ass worth being corrupted over."

When I looked out at the windshield, I saw a sign for a rest stop. "We're making a stop for a quickie."

Logan's hand was still on my cock, and I throbbed into his palm at the thought of me on my knees, giving him head.

"What if there are people there?"

"Have you seen the landscape? It's an ocean of flat land and dead grass. We've barely seen a car on the road. I doubt anyone will be there. Come on, it'll be fun. Be daring once in your life, babe. The risk of getting caught will make it hotter than this weather."

He chuckled. "You're nuts. Fine, let's do it."

"Yes!"

Logan pulled into the empty parking lot and turned off the car. I jumped out, rushed to the driver's side, opened his door, and yanked him out.

"Quickly, before anyone shows up."

"You're crazy," he laughed, not resisting my demands.

"Yes, we've already established that. I'm crazy for your cock and ass."

We reached the back of the building that held the restrooms, and I shoved him back against the brick wall, slamming my mouth against his, kissing the fuck out of him. I dropped to my knees with my fingers tangled around the elastic band of his red athletic shorts that hid nothing of his swollen dick.

Pulling down his shorts and underwear, his cock greeted me happily. I wasted no time swallowing him down, and when I looked up at his face, I saw he was still wearing sunglasses. Dammit, I wanted to see his eyes. He parted his lips, and his hands went straight to my head, fisting my hair.

I licked him like a fucking lollipop for a second before sucking him down again, using my hand to fist the rest of his shaft, and got serious. We couldn't spare a second to play around and explore.

Logan's velvety cock was a bit salty from sweat, and he smelled of soap mixed with musk. I had no idea why it all turned me on, but it did, making me leak in my shorts.

"Fuck, Nick… you look so hot down there. Suck me harder."

He gently thrust into my mouth in rhythm to my movements, making me gag a bit, but I breathed through it. To push him to come faster, I played with his balls with one hand and slipped a finger between his legs and up his ass cheeks, grazing his hole.

"God, I love your mouth. How are you so good at this" he breathed until his body shuddered. When his cock became hot and got even hotter, I knew he was close.

"I'm coming…"

A second later, Logan was shooting his load into my mouth, tasting like bitterness and sin, and I gulped it down as if it was the finest dessert.

As I stood, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and dragged his shorts and underwear back up. Logan suddenly came at me, pulled my face to his with two hands, and tasted himself on my tongue without hesitation.

So fucking sexy.

"Your turn," he said on my lips before spinning me around and shoving my back against the wall. He took a quick look around the area, and there was still no one, so he dropped to his knees, unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, pulling them down with my underwear.

Like me, Logan didn't waste a second before sucking me down.

Yeah, he looked amazing down there, worshiping my dick. We were both still sloppy and awkward about it, but as long as we came, that was all that mattered—an ‘A for effort' and all that.

It didn't take long to build my climax, but there was something about a finger in your asshole that really tipped you over the edge. My cum rushed into his mouth, and as soon as he finished swallowing, we heard the sounds of wheels on gravel.

"Fuck!" I hissed.

Logan wiped his mouth, and I pulled up my pants. We peeked around the corner of the building to see parents messing with little kids in the car. Since they were distracted, Logan and I rushed to the Mustang , hopped in, and took off, laughing like a couple of lunatics.

"Shit, that was close," he said.

And fun.