15. The Nights

Logan

As the day passed, the storm worsened, and almost a yard of snow collected against the glass of the back door. They spent a solid forty minutes in a steamy hot tub session before their noses froze and headed back inside to watch to television, soon falling asleep in each other’s arms on the couch.

That evening, Logan woke up to the sounds of pounding against the front door. He had fallen asleep on Hunter’s chest, and the television was still on.

“Shit!” Logan whispered, getting up as quickly as he could. In only his underwear, he hopped off the couch, pulled on his sweats and rushed to the door.

“Hey, Son.” His father pushed his way in from the bitter cold. “We tried calling. Mom sent dinner. Is Hunter sleeping?” his father whispered.

“Thanks, Dad. Yeah, sorry—we passed out. I’m actually pretty hungry. Perfect timing,” Logan said, placing the bag on the counter.

“That was all! I’m going to head back now,” his father said, as if not wanting to be a nuisance.

“You’re real sweet, Dad. Thank you.”

His father stopped momentarily and stared as if searching for the perfect words. Logan opened his mouth to ask, but the realization stopped him; his father knew everything.

Please, don’t bring it up.He wasn’t ready for Hunter to freak out again if he overheard.

“I love you, Son. Tell Hunter I love him, too.”

“Alright, I’ll tell him. Love you.”

Hunter

Hunter awoke from his nap to an empty living room. The sound of the shower running in Logan’s room made him decide to take one of his own. Flashes of the day infiltrated his thoughts, Logan’s tongue around his dick and how his hand wandered down Logan’s crack. He didn’t even flinch; he wanted it. Hunter felt the urge to jerk off, but instead shut the water off.

Once out of the shower, Hunter found Logan in his towel in front of the mirror, reaching behind his back.

“Hey. Would you mind putting lotion on my back?” Logan asked, attempting to reach a spot in the middle. Hunter walked up to him slowly with a soft look on his face and undid the towel from his waist. A floppy penis with a halo of freshly shaved pubes sprung into view. “Get on your stomach,” he commanded, motioning toward the bed. Logan looked as if he’d speak but then quickly succumbed to Hunter’s dominant presence.

The view Hunter had imagined so often in his mind; Logan, naked, on his stomach, waiting for him with his bare ass cocked up. Unyielding, defenseless, vulnerable, and best of all, eager.

Logan shuddered at Hunter’s touch on his back. “The lotion is cold.”

“I’ll warm it up,” Hunter said, in almost a whisper. Hunter kneeled on one side of the bed and ran his hands slowly and sensually across the muscles of Logan’s back.

“Can’t believe I’m getting another massage.”

That gave Hunter the idea to straddle Logan’s ass, his underwear pressed against his cheeks. He took his time massaging across the shoulders and down each arm. He worked his large hands over the contour of Logan’s spine, firmly kneading his neck and down his back.

The wet spot forming in his underwear from his dripping, hard dick, an indicator of how badly he wanted Logan. He leaned forward and straightened his legs along Logan’s body, pressing his bulge against his ass. A gentle kiss grazed where Logan’s jawline and neck met.

“You’re the most beautiful man in the world,” Hunter whispered.

Hunter felt Logan’s body tremble when his breath touched his skin. He got up, a sudden chill running through him, and he knew Logan felt it too. Nowhere close to being finished, he gazed upon Logan’s yearning body. Hunter placed his hands on Logan’s calves, kneading his muscles deeply up one thigh and then the other, stopping right before the crease of his perfect ass. Logan spread his legs and pushed his hips forward against the bed, perking his bottom up, his dick and balls pressed against the bed between his legs.

Oh, I’ll get there.

He teased Logan longer, stroking deep into his inner thighs and tracing his fingers from the crease of his ass to the sides of his hips. The touching stopped.

Before Logan could turn around to look, Hunter placed two lotioned hands on each of his cheeks. Hunter took his time, moving his thumbs closer and closer to the middle with each stroke.

As he ran his thumbs up the sides of his crack, he couldn”t help but notice the incredibly soft texture. He did it again and again before coming face to face with Logan’s tight asshole. Hunter felt his own dick twitch, screaming at him for contact.

“You shaved?” Hunter asked, pleasantly surprised. He leaned in more closely, feeling his mouth water. “Who’d you shave for?”

“I dunno, some prick,” Logan said with a giggle.

“It’s beautiful,” Hunter said in awe, mostly to himself.

“I wouldn’t know, you see, because—ahh, ahh—” Logan moaned, before jolting and squirming when Hunter’s warm tongue met his ass. Logan pushed his hips against the bed rhythmically, his dick growing with each flick.

“Mhh,” Hunter moaned as he hungrily licked, sucked, and prodded Logan’s asshole.

“Fuck, yes!” Logan called out, squirming uncontrollably. “It’s like … unnerving.” Hunter slapped one of his cheeks roughly, making it jiggle, and spread his hole as wide as he could, attempting to bury his tongue inside. “Oh, fuck.” Logan groaned, drooling on the cotton-blend white pillow, looking as if he had lost control of his senses. Hunter gave Logan’s ass another hard slap, pulling away.

“Turn around,” Hunter commanded. Logan turned on his back eagerly, erect cock standing at full attention. Hunter laid on top of Logan slowly. He clasped their hands together and kissed him tenderly, allowing their tongues to roll against one another’s.

“I want to make you happy,” Hunter said, gazing into Logan’s now forest, green eyes.

“I am so happy,” Logan reassured him.

“I want to be all you’ll ever need.”

“Hunter, you’re everything to me,” Logan said adamantly and gave him a small peck. “I don’t want this trip to end.”

“We have five more days.”

“No. Forever.”

Hunter swallowed hard and slowly nodded his head. “Forever.”

Logan took Hunter’s hand and brought his thumb to his lips, licking and sucking on it slowly, coating it in his saliva while maintaining eye contact with Hunter. “Do something for me?” He led Hunter’s hand down between his legs and pressed Hunter’s thumb against his tight hole.

Hunter watched a tiny gasp escape his mouth as he parted Logan’s warm flesh to the base of his thumb.

“Oh, fuck.” Logan groaned and pulled Hunter down into a kiss as he stroked his cock over his stomach. “Tell me how you’d fuck me.”

“I’m fucking you, Lo. It’s my dick inside of you,” Hunter said as he pumped his thumb rhythmically inside Logan’s ass, watching Logan stroke himself against his stomach. “Tell me when you’re close.” Hunter plunged his tongue into Logan’s mouth, grinding his own cock against his hip. “Your ass feels so warm and tight on my dick. My cum is dripping inside of you.”

A grunt huffed out of Logan’s mouth. “Shit! Almost.”

Hunter bent forward and slipped the tip of Logan’s cock in his mouth, sucking on the head as hard as he could and flicking the vein beneath the head with his tongue. Waves of warmth flooded his tongue as he watched Logan’s thrusts relax onto the bed. After pulling his thumb out of Logan’s ass, he pushed off the bed to get up, lips sealed tightly.

“Wait,” Logan said, pulling him back, “Give it to me.”

Hunter’s eyes widened as he watched Logan’s head tilt back and mouth open wide. Leaning forward, he slowly dripped Logan’s cum onto his tongue into his mouth. Logan waited patiently for the dripping to stop and then swallowed in one big load.

Hunter laughed in disbelief. “You’re fucking crazy. That was so nasty.”

“Sit on my chest?”

The rest of the time in Aspen flew by as they explored their newfound, exciting, and passionate relationship. It wasn’t long before they were back at school and a few weeks away from the end of the spring semester.

“The plan is we hit major cities: Detroit, Chicago, Seattle, Portland, L.A., Vegas—” Logan listed off for the tenth time. They planned a three-week road trip around the country before Logan’s job at the mall started that summer. “Shit, I’m hungry—let’s get takeout.”

“Pizza?”

Logan grinned and reached for a takeout pamphlet in his desk drawer. “Chinese.”

Hunter’s phone rang. “It’s a New York number … Hello? … Yes, this is Hunter … Yes, yes … Fifteenth? Yeah, absolutely … That’s the correct email … Thank you … Bye.” Hunter hung up the ninety-second call and stared in disbelief.

The floor was all he could focus on while collecting his thoughts. “That was the summer internship I applied for—at Chad’s firm in New York,” Hunter said. “I got the job. I have to confirm by the fifteenth. Ten weeks. Starts in June.”

“Shit, that’s great, man. It’s what you wanted, right? Chad really came through.” The more Logan spoke, the sadder his voice became.

“It was more my mom. I’m sorry, I didn’t think I’d get it. They let people know around February, and I never got a response, so I just assumed …”

“No need to apologize, this is a big deal. It’s a huge corporation and would be great for your career.” Logan encouraged him.

“It’s only ten weeks, right?” Hunter smiled, trying to lighten the mood. Knowing he wouldn’t be able to see Logan for ten weeks hit him like a blow to the chest.

“It’ll go by quick. Before you know it, we’ll be at our own place off campus next semester.”

“You should come with me. Get a summer job out there in New York—it’s a huge city.”

“I can’t. I already promised Mr. Morris I’d be shift manager. Also, I’m doing summer tutoring at the library, and we also have our lake trip in early August.” Logan’s laugh was flimsy. “It’ll be fine. I’ll miss you, but we’ll be fine.”

“I’m going to call Chad,” Hunter said as he got up to leave the room.

“So, Chinese?”

Hunter smiled, wondering if their relationship could handle the distance. “For sure.”