32. The Way Home

Hunter

Logan’s stride often matched his, Hunter noted as they walked the bright streets of New York a few minutes later. The urge to pin Logan against one of the brick buildings and kiss him overtook him. On occasion, their hands brushed together as they walked, making Hunter swallow hard at his touch.

“There’s something I wanted to talk to you about,” Logan said, his hands finding his pockets as if having something to hide. “I met this woman, Amber. She’s amazing. She’s gorgeous and fun—funny, a great person.”

Hunter’s head spun, his heart sinking as a feeling of nausea overwhelmed him. “So?”

“That’s all you can say?”

“I’m happy for you?” Hunter lied.

“We’re getting married,” Logan blurted. “It’s kind of a last-minute thing.”

“Married?! That’s crazy, Logan. What’s the rush?”

“It’s not rushed, I want to.”

Hunter pressed the topic, upset that Logan wanted to meet only to tell him that. “You have to admit it’s soon.”

“Alright, fine—it’s soon. Either way, I wanted to ask you…” Logan paused. “To be my best man?”

“Your best man?” Hunter laughed. “At your wedding?! You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“No, I’m serious. I want you there, Hunter.”

“No. Fuck no! I can’t believe you’d ask me. Does she even know about us?” Hunter asked. Logan was silent. “Thought so. Go ask Will or Charlie or some other fucking loser.”

“Why are you so upset?” Logan asked with a chuckle.

Hunter shook his head, frustrated with himself that Logan could still get him that worked up. ”I’m not upset. You’re a fucking idiot.”

“Think about it.”

Hunter stopped and faced Logan, swaying slightly forward in his direction. “This is my place. Do you want to come up for a drink?”

Logan hesitated, grabbing at his forearm across his chest like a frightened child. “You know what will happen if I come up.”

“You’ll have a drink or two, go home to your funny, amazing, gorgeous wife and I’ll never see you again,” Hunter said.

Logan’s smile upticked on one side. “We’re not married yet. I’d like to see you again. I want us to be friends again. I’ve missed you.” Logan’s lips were distracting.

A long blink pulled him back into reality. “We can’t be friends. You know that.”

“Just one drink.”

Logan

Throughout the evening, Logan felt more and more immobilized with each glance, each light touch. The tension in his body grew so thick it formed a clump in his throat, making it hard to swallow. His cool, calm demeanor disappeared as he watched the elevator numbers go down in the lobby of Hunter’s building. He couldn’t wait any longer, couldn’t wait for the doors to open, invite them in, and close again—hiding them from the world. Their own private room, for the first time in years. Even if it was only a few seconds, even if someone walked in and found them in the midst of passion, he’d take every moment he could get with the man of his dreams. He imagined how hard their bodies would slam against one another once the mirrored doors closed in on them.

The doors finally opened and an old man in a burgundy uniform sat on a stool on the left near the door.

“Good evening, Mr. Richardson.”

“Hello, Walter,” Hunter said, gesturing for Logan to step in first. Hunter took to one corner and Logan in the other. The man scanned a card and pressed the PH button at the very top.

“Penthouse?” Logan mouthed the words, barely a whisper. Hunter almost looked as if he’d smile but stood up straight, like a perfect soldier at attention. Logan leaned on the thick handrail and pressed his face against the cool metal wall. He watched Hunter like a cat about to pounce his prey.

“Enjoy your evening?” the old elevator attendant asked, his back to them.

Shut the fuck up, Logan mouthed with a scowl, and a small chuckle escaped Hunter’s mouth.

“Yes,” Hunter responded. The doors finally opened. Logan grabbed Hunter’s hand and pulled him out of the elevator.

“Have a nice evening.” The man’s voice grew faint as they left the elevator and the doors closed again.

Logan dragged Hunter down the hall by the hand and Hunter tugged him back. “Lo, stop!”

“What? What is it?”

“My place is this way.” Hunter’s smile triggered a spark in Logan that set his inhibitions on fire. He jumped into Hunter’s arms, their lips merged together like magnets. Joined in deep kisses, Hunter carried Logan to the door, slamming him against it with a tight grip at his neck, and Logan’s legs tightened around Hunter’s body.

“Fuck me, here, now, just like this,” Logan growled. Fire coursed through his veins while Hunter tugged Logan’s shirt out of his waistband.

“No,” Hunter said, against Logan’s lips.

“No?”

Hunter released him, letting his legs drop to the floor. A smile Logan had seen often within the privacy of their bedroom spread on Hunter’s face. “You’re not in control.”

Hunter

It wasn’t long before the two were inside, undressing each other in Hunter’s bedroom. “Tell me you want me,” Hunter demanded between rough kisses on Logan’s mouth.

“I want you. I want you so fucking much,” Logan let out breathlessly, pulling down his pants and kicking them off his legs.

Hunter pulled down his underwear, releasing Logan’s hard dick, and stroked it in his hand. “Look at this cock.” Hunter kneeled down and giving Logan’s dick two long, hard sucks. A sharp gasp escaped Logan’s mouth. He wasted no time. They had done this hundreds of times—in a past life.

Logan moaned. “Shit, shit.”

Hunter turned Logan around at his hips and roughly squeezed both of his ass cheeks. “I’ve missed this perfect ass,” he said, admiring it with wide eyes before slapping his hand against it firmly, making it jiggle. Hunter spread it open, smiling to himself, and took one long lick making Logan’s body shudder in pleasure. He buried his tongue deep inside Logan’s ass, wiggling it around before sucking on its warmth. Hunter then rose to his feet and pushed down on Logan’s back, bending him against the bed.

“Who’d you shave your ass for, huh?” Hunter demanded with another hard thwack on his bare skin. Logan only laughed. “Who’d you shave your ass for?” Hunter spit on Logan’s asshole and then rubbed his own dick in saliva, getting it nice and wet. “You wanted to get fucked tonight, didn’t you?”

“Mhh hmm,” Logan moaned, feeling the pressure of Hunter’s flesh pressing up against his smooth lubricated hole.

Hunter pressed his body on top of Logan’s back, wrapped an arm around his neck, and gripped his jaw from behind. He pulled his head toward him, elongating his neck. “Tell me you want to get fucked.”

Logan pushed his ass up, teasing Hunter’s throbbing dick. “I want to get fucked.”

Hunter dragged his nails down his neck and pushed the back of Logan’s head against the mattress. “Who do you want to fuck you?”

“I want you to fuck me, Hunter,” Logan moaned with his face pressed against the bedsheets. Hunter eased the tip inside, watching Logan clutch the sheets, the veins in his forearms making an appearance. Moans of pleasure filled the room the deeper Hunter got.

“You’ve missed this cock?” Hunter pushed himself into Logan, gripping his hips as he did.

“Fuck!” Logan wailed before lifting his head up and arched his lower back. Hunter rocked himself against Logan’s plump ass, kissing the skin on his neck with tender pecks and taking in his scent.

“You missed getting fucked? Your girl can’t fuck you like I can.” Hunter felt out of control; the smell of Logan’s back intoxicated his senses, and the tightness around his shaft almost made him finish. He pulled out quickly before he could. “Get on your back.”

Logan

Logan missed having Hunter in control during sex. It was the only time he ever felt he wasn’t putting in all the effort. He loved the feeling of Hunter’s body against his as they kissed with their dicks and soft balls pressed against each other’s.

“Are you alright? Is it too rough?” Hunter whispered, running delicate strokes on the side of Logan’s face with his fingertips.

Logan smiled. “It’s perfect.” They became lost in a myriad of kisses; kisses they didn’t get to have over the last couple of years.

“Put your legs up,” Hunter smiled at him devilishly, sitting up to his knees and then dangling Logan’s feet over each shoulder.

“You’re so sexy when you fuck me like this,” Logan said, amping him up. Hunter thrust in and out of him as he stroked himself and placed a soft kiss on the inside of Logan’s ankle that rested on his shoulder.

“God, your ass feels amazing,” Hunter moaned, throwing his head back.

“Yeah? You want to fill it up, don’t you? I’ve missed your hot cum.” Logan egged him on, stroking his own dick. Logan forgot how Hunter’s chest would glisten with sweat when they’d fuck. He remembered how he used to run his tongue over Hunter’s salty skin, he’d suck on his nipples and lick his way to his armpits. “I’m going to come.” Logan stroked himself, biting down on his lip with a wince. As he felt his own cum hit his chest, Hunter’s dick slid out of his ass, hot cum dripping out of it and onto the sheets.

Hunter collapsed beside him, panting, sweat dripping down his forehead.

“Can I fuck you now?” Logan asked.

“Absolutely not.”

Hunter

Logan rushed out of bed the next morning in a panic as he gathered his clothes off the floor.

Hunter glanced at the time, yawned, and rolled out of bed in seemingly no hurry. “You should come by later, after your seminar,” Hunter said, sliding on a pair of underwear.

“Can’t, my flight leaves this afternoon.”

“Today? Already? Can you stay the rest of the week? Say it went longer than expected or tell her you want to sightsee or something,” Hunter said.

Logan zipped up his pants and picked his shirt up off the floor. “No, I really can’t. We have some projects due this Friday. Will and Charlie are in my group.” Hunter grabbed his arm and pulled him in for a kiss, cupping the back of his head in his large hand and pulling him in by his ass. Logan submitted to the kiss.

“I can’t stay,” Logan said as their kisses died down.

“I still love you, Lo,” Hunter blurted, staring into Logan’s eyes, searching for any hint of reciprocation. Logan rested his forehead on Hunter’s and let out a deep sigh.

“I love you, too,” Logan whispered, and shut his eyes tight.

“Don’t go.”

Logan could hardly hold his stare. “I have to. I’m so sorry,” he said pulling away. “I’m getting married. I want you there.”

“Stop, you can’t—”

“Hunter, I have to go.” Logan pulled away and threw his shirt on. “I’m sorry.”

Hunter couldn’t go through it again. He had finally felt over it, over Logan and their relationship. It was devastating to lose him as a lover and soul-crushing to lose him as a friend. He couldn’t do it again and there weren’t enough drugs that would make it better this time.

“Marry me!” Hunter blurted.

Logan froze, his mouth dropping open. “What?”

“Marry me. I love you. I’ve always loved you, and I’ll never stop loving you. You’re everything to me. I can’t live without you. We’re so good together, Logan. We shouldn’t be apart. Stay here and marry me. Please.”

The solemn look on Logan’s face told Hunter his heart was about to shatter. “Amber is pregnant.”

Hunter blinked hard and stumbled toward the edge of the bed.

“I’m sorry. I—”

“Get out,” Hunter said, with a grunt.

“Hunter, come on—”

“You used me. You texted me after two years, come up to my place to get fucked, for this?”

“Hunter, I do love you. I even applied to the program at—”

“Get the fuck out!” Hunter stomped to the bathroom and slammed the door.