14. The Morning

Hunter

The following day, Hunter woke up to an empty bed and the bright glare from the snow shining through the window. It wasn’t surprising that Logan wasn’t there; he tended to wake up early most mornings.

“Lo?” he called out in his underwear as he stumbled sleepily into the living room. Although he took in the mesmerizing view of the snow-covered forest and at least three feet of snow piled up against the glass of the back door, the silence in the room was unsettling. Hunter checked his phone—nothing. While waiting for Logan to return, he showered and got dressed.

“Hey,” Logan called out as he came through the door thirty minutes later, shaking snow off himself.

“Hey, where’d you go?”

“I was up super early, so I got breakfast with my parents at the lodge. Figured I’d let you sleep. Brought you back a breakfast burrito. Let me heat it up for you,” he said. Logan placed the food on a plate and then put it in the microwave as Hunter made his way toward him.

Hunter’s broad, muscular arms embraced his torso, pulling him close from behind, he planted a loving kiss on the side of Logan’s neck. Logan turned around and kissed him properly, tossing his arms around Hunter’s neck. Logan’s breath escaped him, leaning back against the stove.

The beeping of the microwave interrupted their make-out. Hunter undid the buttons of Logan’s jeans and pulled down his zipper. “What are you doing?” Logan laughed at Hunter’s aggressiveness.

“I don’t like waking up without you,” Hunter growled against his lips, reaching his hand into Logan’s briefs, and grabbing a strong hold of his cock. He gave it a few firm squeezes, making Logan’s lips quiver. Hunter adjusted himself in his sweats before dropping to his knees and releasing Logan’s dick from his briefs. Dark, veiny ridges ended in a perfectly shaped head—inches from his nose.

Logan

“Are you sure?” Logan asked, knowing Hunter had been cautious in the past. Hunter grabbed his girth and stroked it softly, watching it swell in his palm. He stuck his tongue out and licked the base of the head. “Shit,” Logan breathed at the sensation, encouraging Hunter to do more. Hunter licked down the shaft and around the head, feeling Logan’s body twitch with each lap. Hunter paused and looked up at Logan, both with their mouths open. Hunter enclosed his mouth around the head and sucked on it gently as he stroked him.

“Yeah, just like that,” Logan said, leaning back with hands on the stove to hold himself up. Hunter bobbed his head further down to about halfway, seemingly enjoying the taste of Logan’s warm flesh in his mouth. After a few minutes, Logan was lost in sheer pleasure, digging his fingers into Hunter’s blond hair, and cradling his head. Hunter’s eyes looked up at him every so often; the feel of his tongue and his flexing jaw were all Logan could focus on. “Fuck, I’m going to come soon.” Hunter sucked harder and rhythmically on Logan’s aching cock. “I’m warning you. I’m getting really, fucking close!”

Logan’s hips shook violently, doing everything he could to stop himself from coming. Logan pulled his hips back and Hunter grabbed onto them, swallowing his dick even deeper than before, jabbing the back of his throat. Logan jerked his hips forward a few times against Hunter’s face and then suddenly stopped, feeling his entire body relax, surrendering to his orgasm.

Hunter rose and immediately spat out Logan’s cum into the kitchen sink. “Man, that’s gross.” He laughed before running the water and rinsing his mouth.

“I can’t believe you did that.” Logan panted. He leaned into Hunter for a soft kiss. “Let me do you now.” Logan grabbed Hunter’s crotch—he wasn’t hard.

“Maybe later, I’m starving.” He smiled and reached for the microwave door. “I wanted to make you come—for all you put up with.”

They spent the rest of the day watching TV, in front of the fire, on their phones at opposite ends of the couch with their legs intertwined underneath several blankets.

“What if we got a place for next year?” Hunter proposed, looking up at Logan from his phone.

“Yeah? You want to?”

“In our own place we can do whatever we want—”

Logan’s phone buzzed, and he looked at Hunter curiously. “I don’t know this number … Hello? … Andrea, what do you want?” He put the phone on speaker.

“So, you blocked my number?” Her voice echoed throughout the living room.

“You were acting crazy and didn’t even hear me out.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t want us to be over,” she begged. Logan looked at Hunter and mouthed a ‘Sorry’, and Hunter looked at his phone.

“Sorry, Andrea, I’m done with this relationship.”

“What do you mean ‘done’? I mean, we haven’t even given it a proper chance—”

“I’m completely done with you, with us. I don’t want you calling me or contacting my family and friends anymore,” he said into the phone.

“Logan, please.” She started to cry. “I love you. I love you so much—please. Promise we can talk when you get back to school?”

“No, I don’t have anything else to say to you. Quit calling me, bye,” he shouted into the phone before hanging up. He blocked the new number before she could send any text messages. “Sorry,” he apologized to Hunter, who shrugged.

“Do what you gotta do,” Hunter said.

“I don’t want you to have any doubts about me.”

“It’s cool, I don’t.”

“So, you want to move in together?” Logan asked, trying to get the mood back.

“It was a thought.”

“Let’s do it! We totally should. We could throw some sick-ass parties, do whatever we want, whenever we want,” Logan said. The thought of large parties faded away as Logan realized that parties were never really Hunter’s thing.

Hunter chuckled and looked through his phone. “I guess so.”

Logan got up from his side of the couch and hovered over Hunter’s body, leaning in for a quick peck on the lips. Hunter pulled Logan toward him and devoured his mouth.

“Fuck,” Logan groaned, feeling Hunter’s powerful, strong hands cradling his ass. “Would you want to fuck me?” he blurted. His mother’s words from the previous night made him think about the … logistics of their intimacy.

“I mean … if you’d like that.”

“I don’t know, never done anything back there,” Logan said, upturning the side of his lips in wonder.

Hunter slipped his hand between Logan’s crack over his pants. “We can build up to it.” Logan’s mouth dropped open as he felt Hunter’s fingers touch over his underwear and slowly inched toward his hole.

“What about you? Would you want me to fuck you?”

“Uh, I’m not so sure. Never thought about it. But I don’t think so. I’d much rather play with yours,” Hunter whispered. “I love your body.”

Logan kissed him again. “You’re the one that’s been jacked since middle school.” He placed a hand underneath Hunter’s shirt and ran his hands across his abs to his chest and rubbed his nipple. “All the ladies loved Hunter Richardson. But now you’re mine.” Logan kissed Hunter’s neck.

“No way.” Hunter chuckled. “You were the Prom King, remember? Every other day, some random chick would be like, ‘Can you talk to Logan for me?’ or ‘Is he still with Becca?’” Logan’s sucking grew harder. “Better not give me a hickey.”

“I will if I want to,” Logan said against his neck, reaching into Hunter’s pants and feeling the tips of his fingers reach the warmth of his flesh. Logan grabbed Hunter’s stiff cock and gave it a few squeezes. “We should’ve done this years ago.”

Logan kissed Hunter firmly on the lips and then darted his tongue inside, swirling it around with long, rhythmic laps.

“We’re doing it now,” Hunter said, between kisses.

The wind howled out the window, making them both turn their heads to look. Snow whirled around the forest in a musical song and dance. A foot of snow rested on the hot tub cover.

“Want to go in the hot tub?” Logan asked.

Hunter looked outside and then back at Logan. “In this storm?”

A smile bloomed on Logan’s face.