37. Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Logan

Despite being close to San Francisco, I had to admit the amount of openly gay couples, men and women, surprised me. That didn't mean there wasn't rampant homophobia, even with the rise in AIDS deaths. The pandemic had claimed almost twenty-five thousand people.

But here on campus, people were relatively open, which helped me to breathe a little better now that Nick and I were together. Once he arrived next semester, I wouldn't be so afraid to be with him out in the open.

Hunter was scrambling to move into his dorm while I was ready. The room was small, crammed with a bed on each side, two built-in desks, built-in shelves, and two narrow closets.

I hadn't met my dorm roommate, but when I walked in, I found a guy hanging up some clothes in his tiny closet. He had dark brown hair, darker than Nick's, and he wore a shirt with the sleeves cut off down to his sides, as well as tight jeans. I couldn't see his face with his back to me.

"Hey," I said. "I think I'm your roommate, Logan Conrad."

He turned with a beaming smile full of dimples. He wore a bushy but trimmed mustache, and his eyes were a deep blue. I was taller than him by several inches, but he was built and stocky, showing he had clearly worked out.

"Hey, there! I'm Ryan Miller."

He walked over and shook my hand limply, scanning me up and down.

"I don't know what kind of man you are, but you sure are nice to look at."

"Uhm, okay. Are you… gay or something?"

"Rude, but yes. Very. Is that going to be a problem?"

He folded his arms, but not defensively, more like how Mia stood there with her ‘don't mess with me' look when Nick or I were in trouble.

"No problem. I'm… gay, too."

Wow, I said that out loud to a stranger.

Ryan clapped and jumped. "You are?! We're totally going to be the best of friends." He smirked and winked. "Or more if you like."

I got the hint. "Ah, no. I'm taken."

"I'm teasing you, Logan. I have a boyfriend who also goes here."

I rubbed my neck, desperately trying not to blush. "Oh, cool."

"You're so totally adorable! We're going to have so much fun! Where's your BBF?"

"BBF?"

"Best boy forever, of course."

"Uhm, Nick. He's at Stanford, but he'll transfer here next semester."

"I can't wait to meet him." Ryan spread his arms and spun in a circle. "As you can see, we're cramped in here, but if you want your Nick to stay over, he can. If you want sex, though, warn me in advance, and I'll stay with Jamie."

"Hey, yeah, thanks. That'd be awesome."

"See? We're friends already."

"Yeah, sorry, I'm still new to all this."

"No worries. Jamie and I will show you and Nick around town. I grew up in San Fran."

"Sounds stellar."

I couldn't have asked for a better roommate. Now I could go to school here, live in the dorms, and just be myself.

Ryan planned to stay with his boyfriend Jamie, who still lived at home with his parents—and who weren't too far from campus—allowing Nick to stay over for the weekend. We couldn't do this all the time, but it was more than I ever expected or hoped for.

Of course, Ryan insisted on staying until he officially met Nick, dragging over Jamie to meet us, too.

When Nick knocked on the door, Ryan rushed to open it, scanning him as much as he scanned me the first time we met, and then pulled him into a hug.

"It's so nice to meet you, Nick! You're gorgeous!"

"Uhm, hey. Ryan, right?"

Nick looked at me, smirking, and hugged Ryan back.

"Yes! And this enormous brute is my BBF, Jamie."

Jamie was definitely huge. He had at least four inches on me, putting him about a foot taller than Ryan. But he was leaner than his boyfriend, looking more like a surfer than anything with his bleached-blond hair and blue eyes. He looked very much like the California boy.

Nick and Jamie shook hands.

"Nice to meet you," Nick said.

"Totally," Jamie replied.

"Well, we must be going. Don't do anything I wouldn't," he sing-songed. "Wait, there's nothing I wouldn't do. Bye!"

"He's a handful, but I like him," Nick said.

"Yeah, he talks a lot, but he's really cool."

"I can stay the night, but I'm going to have to go back for practice in the morning. I'll be back, but I'll have to do it over again on Sunday."

"I figured, but as long as you're here, that's all that matters."

He dropped his backpack, stepped up to me, nose-to-nose, and wrapped his arms around me. "Hey, you."

"Hey, back."

"It's been weeks, Logan. I've fucking missed you."

"God, I missed you, too."

"I plan to do ungodly things to you."

My dick fluttered behind my jeans, happy at the prospect. "I can't wait."

Nick pulled his T-shirt over his head, tossed it somewhere I couldn't see because I was wholly focused on him, and shoved me back onto my bed. When I dropped, he quickly straddled me, pushing me onto my back. He leaned forward and licked my lips.

"I need to be inside you." Though his words were no more than a whisper, they were as forceful as a command.

"Then take me."

While I loved fucking Nick, I loved him fucking me more. Not only because it felt good, but I loved how he sort of fell into the role of taking charge. It was a turn-on because it made me feel completely wanted. Not only wanted, but needed .

"You won't be able to walk for a week by the time I'm done with you."

Nick climbed off me, leaving me cold as he dropped his shorts and underwear, pulled out a condom and lube from his bag, and hit the play button on my boombox, playing ‘The Promise' by When in Rome.

"Get naked, Logan," he said, stroking himself though he was already hard.

"God… you sure have gotten bossy."

"You love it."

I really did.

I sat up and scrambled to get my clothes off, making Nick laugh. My face burned, but I didn't care. I was about to get fucked, and in an epic way, too.

"You're sexy when you're needy, baby."

"I'm very needy."

Nick climbed on my lap, facing me, and pulled me into a deep kiss, our dicks throbbing against each other, which was kind of hot. More than kind of. He smelled like his Polo cologne. I wasn't used to it since he hadn't worn any on our trip, but while strong, it smelled good on him.

When he pulled away, I chased his lips, wanting more.

"On your stomach, ass in the air, Logan."

I rolled over, but before I could get my ass up, Nick smacked an ass cheek. "Cute. Redness looks good on your ass."

I whimpered into my pillow, strangely liking that, but I couldn't figure out why.

"Someone likes that."

Fuck, my face was on fire. How did Nick get me like that?

He smacked my ass again, and up it went.

"Good boy."

"God… I'm not sure if I hate that or if I'm really into it."

"If it's too much, tell me."

Then he bit my ass before spreading my cheeks open and consuming my hole as if he was starved for it.

"Yum. I missed your ass."

"I missed your tongue."

My body melted face-first into the hard mattress from his warm and wet tongue, massaging the tight ring, making it more pliable and relaxed.

Nick pulled away, leaving me gasping for more before his finger swirled his spit around and inserted the tip inside, pulling out a groan from me.

"I have this need to dominate and control you for some reason. I love how malleable you are and how easily you give in to me."

Yes, please .

I nodded into the pillow, unable to find words to speak as he pushed his finger deeper inside.

"I've never been much of a dirty talker, but you fucking bring it out of me, baby."

My ass instinctively pushed back for more. More of what, I didn't know. More tongue, fingers, his dick?

"Fuck, you have the cutest, pinkest hole."

Nick didn't pull out his finger when he ran his tongue along my rim.

He suddenly pulled out and sat up, leaving me cold and empty, but the sound of the condom wrapper opening filled me with anticipation.

"One day, we're going to do this bare. We'll need to get tested. I mean, I'm sure we're clean, but we can never be too careful these days. I can't wait to feel you wrapped around me without a condom."

"Sounds amazing."

I had no idea what it felt like without a condom, but I was sure it would feel incredible.

After a moment, Nick inserted two lube-covered fingers, which slid in with little resistance.

By the third finger, I was fucking ready. "Nick… please. I need more."

"But I'm having fun playing with your hole."

"Play with my hole with your dick."

He snorted a laugh and smacked my ass again. "You got it."

Nick pried my cheeks apart and nudged the tip of his cock in. I willed my body to unclench and breathe.

"Damn, you're so open for me, baby. I'm going to slide right in."

He didn't ease into me slowly this time, instead entering on one thrust.

"Fuuuck…" I wasn't sure if that was him or me, as the white heat from the burn and stretch blinded me. But I quickly adapted when Nick wasted no time sliding in and out of me.

He paused for a moment before he wrapped his arm around my chest and lifted me against him. "Up here, babe. This is my favorite way to have you."

I reached behind me for the back of his head because yanking on his thick hair was one of my favorites.

One of his hands slid up to my throat and squeezed gently, and his other began stroking me as he pumped into me as hard as he could. "As much as I'd love to see you come without me touching you, I need to feel you come in my hand and around my cock."

My eyes rolled into my head, and my toes curled when he hit that oh-so-sweet spot.

"Oh god…" I cried out.

Nick panted heavily against my throat as he peppered me with kisses along with some nibbles and stroked me faster.

"Fuck, your dick is so heavy in my hand."

I wasn't sure any words came out of my mouth, but there was a lot of noise as he pinched the head.

"I love making you mine, claiming your ass, claiming you."

My body shuddered, and I broke out in goosebumps with his breath on my neck.

"Nick…"

"I've got you, baby."

I've got you .

I would never forget those words, feeling the truth in them down to my soul.

"Come for me, Logan. I need to feel you hug the hell out of my cock."

He pulled out and punched back in, and I cried out again, probably loud enough for the other students in the dorm to hear.

My body shuddered again as the pressure grew around my groin and up my spine. My cock pulsed, and my balls drew up tight and heavy.

"That's it. I can feel it," Nick whispered in my ear. "You're so close. Do you like me pounding into you?"

"So much…" I rasped.

"I love you." He said the words so close to my ear, and that was all I needed to let go of my load onto his hand and all over my bed.

"That's it… give me all your cum."

After he milked me dry, he shoved me face-first into the pillow and went to town on my ass, pulling out so far and slamming back into me and then picking up speed, hitting my overly sensitive prostate over and over. I leaked some more, and right before I couldn't take it anymore, he came, biting my shoulder as he did. The heat, the pulsing, and the biting nearly had me getting hard again.

Eventually, he fell on top of me, and his body went limp. "Fuck, I needed that. We needed that."

"We did."

Once our hearts and breathing calmed, Nick pulled out and pried himself off my sticky back. I lay there, dead to the world, when he returned with a warm washcloth and cleaned my aching hole of lube.

He climbed back into bed, kissing along my back and rolling to the side so we could hold each other.

I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair, shoving his bangs back and kissing his forehead, which tasted of salt. He smiled and leaned forward to kiss me long, hard, and slow. It was a kiss of love and ownership.

Nick pulled away and touched my face with his fingertips, looking into my eyes with his deep pools. "One day, this country is going to accept us, and we're going to get married. If not, we'll find a country that will. That's a promise."

And just like that, all my fears of being with a man, worrying about loneliness, or pushing Nick into something he'd eventually regret vanished into a distant memory.

"Even if we don't or can't, as long as you're with me, I'll always be a happy man."