49. The Last Time

Hunter

“So, what happened? Where’s Grayson?” Logan asked as soon as Hunter walked through the door a couple of hours later with takeout in his hands. He placed the bags on the counter and didn’t respond. “Well?”

“What do you think?” Hunter snapped, knowing damn well Logan didn’t give a shit about Grayson.

“He’s gone?”

Hunter grabbed two plates out of the cabinets and placed them on the counter. “It’s over. He’s gone.”

“Damn. I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not. You’re not sorry, okay? Stop with the games, and stop saying things you don’t mean.”

“I feel bad for him, is all. I can’t feel bad for him?”

“Do you want red or yellow curry?”

Logan

They didn’t mention Grayson anymore as they ate their curry and streamed a movie on television. Logan, sensing Hunter’s distance, grabbed blankets from the bed and a pillow for him to rest his head on Hunter’s lap while they watched television without a word.

“Say something, please?” Logan broke the unsettling silence.

“What? We’re watching the movie.”

“I love you,” Logan looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

Hunter looked down at Logan and forward again. “I love you, too.”

“Do you?”

Hunter looked ahead and shook his head. “Don’t do that. You know I do.”

“Hey,” Logan brought a hand up to his cheek to guide Hunter’s gaze to his. “Don’t shut down. Stay with me, okay?”

“Logan—”

“Kiss me? Please?”

That first kiss was so gentle a whimper escaped Logan’s throat. Hunter’s hips began moving beneath him. Finally, Hunter was his—for the taking. For the loving.

Hunter pulled back in a slow motion and took a breath before saying, “I hate myself for loving you.”

The words knocked the wind out of him. How could things have come to this? Hunter was all he’d ever wanted, and he couldn’t go back to his miserable life without him. “What? How can you say that?” Logan asked in disbelief and then cracked a smile before kissing him again. He didn’t care. Hunter could hate himself or hate the whole world, as long as he was his. “I can feel your dick on my back.”

“This doesn’t feel right.”

Logan sat up to face Hunter’s dick. “I didn’t fuck him, you know … I can make you feel right.”

“No, stop. It’s me. I don’t feel right.”

“What is it?”

“We’re not going about this the right way, Lo. I don’t want to live my life like this.”

“Fuck, Hunter! Every time I get close to you, you pull away. You think this is funny?” Logan moved back on the couch, putting distance between them.

“Me?! You brought a million women between us. You ended us, and when I asked you to marry me, you’re the one that left.”

“She was pregnant, what the fuck did you expect me to do? Abandon her?”

“After you left, I was wrecked. Shattered.” Hunter hung his head and stared at his lap. “It felt like—like a part of my soul was missing.”

Logan placed a hand on Hunter’s shoulder. “Hunter, I—I’m sorry.”

“I couldn’t eat or sleep or leave my room. I felt like I was dying. I wanted to die.”

“For what weeks? Months?”

Hunter tried to recall. “A year and a half? Two years?”

“Jesus. Why didn’t you tell me? The weekend of the funeral, you could’ve told me. You could’ve called me.”

“That weekend wasn’t about me. You showed up in New York right when I was getting my life back together again to leave after just one night.”

“That was both of us. That wasn’t all me,” Logan said with his palms up. “I thought about that night so many times. It’s all that kept me going for a while. You’re the one I’m truly meant to be with, and it will always be you.”

“This can’t be.”

“What?”

“We can’t work together, not like this.”

“Hunter, I love you. I love you so, so much,” Logan cried, tugging on Hunter’s arm and then rested his head on his shoulder. The gut-wrenching twist in his stomach made him suddenly nauseated as he watched the world spin around him in slow motion.

“There is nothing on this earth I love more than you.”

Logan straddled Hunter’s lap and covered his face with kisses. “Baby, please. Just love me. Love me, baby. Love me, please.” He pressed his ass against Hunter’s crotch as he sucked on the skin of his thick neck.

“Fuck,” Hunter exhaled, and grabbed the sides of Logan’s face as he lifted his hips to match his grinding movements.

“It’s only us here now. You can do anything you want to me.” Logan lifted his shirt above his head and tossed it to the floor. He reached underneath Hunter’s shirt and spread his hands up his abs and to his chest, stopping at his nipples to give them a small tug.

“Logan, stop,” Hunter begged. “We can’t do this.”

“Just one last time.”

Those words lit a fire under Hunter he hadn’t felt in a long time, pure, raw, animalistic desire.

Hunter squeezed the sides of Logan’s face firmly and bit down on his lip before lapping up his tongue. He scooped Logan up by his bottom and lifted him off the couch. Logan’s legs tightened around Hunter’s body as they hungrily kissed their way into the bedroom. Hunter’s fingers spread around Logan’s neck, the tips triggering a pulse in his temple.

“Wait,” Logan stopped him and stepped back. “Undress for me.”

“What? Lo—”

“Do it!”

Hunter’s rippling muscles flexed into view and Logan’s eyes narrowed before pushing him back against the bed. Logan slipped his shirt off and both he and Hunter scrambled to undo their pants. The sheets were cool against his knees as Logan crawled his way toward Hunter’s face on the bed.

Tongues met desperately, dancing a familiar dance, Logan’s taking the lead. A trail of kisses from Hunter’s neck down his chest and to the rim of his briefs soon ensued. With hurried desperation, Logan released Hunter’s thick, swollen cock, engulfing his lips around it.

“Oh, fuck!” Hunter moaned, thrusting his hips upward toward Logan’s mouth. Saliva dripped down the shaft, pooling in his nest of dark blond hair. With an audible suck, Logan pried himself off the glistening dick and stroked it a few times before licking down the sensitive skin.

Logan spread himself against the bed while running his face along Hunter’s coarse pubes to his balls, slipping one in his mouth to suck on it tenderly. Guttural moans echoed throughout the room when Logan’s tongue reached the nerve endings of Hunter’s taint, hips bucking forward in pleasure. Logan’s stroking hastened its pace.

Hunter’s intimate scents made Logan’s own dick twitch as his tongue slipped lower and lower down the hairy seam.

Hunter

“Lo, what are you doing?” Hunter made out, his inhibitions fighting his body’s desires. Logan’s slick tongue grazed his asshole, making his knees shoot up, but Logan forced his hips downward, sucking on his hole with sheer force. “Fuck!” Hunter gripped the sheets.

The warmth of Logan’s tongue on his most private part and Logan’s hand wrapped around his dick shot pleasure throughout his body like he had never experienced. Hunter let out a high-pitched whimper neither of them ever heard before, his hips writhing uncontrollably. Bracing both arms above his head to grab onto the pillow beneath him, he could feel himself being spread by Logan’s tongue.

“Oooh, ooh, yes!” Hunter’s labored breathing and contorted face signaled his body’s adjustment to the sensation. Hunter lifted his head up to look down at Logan, lost in his own world. Logan’s only visible eye opened and stared back at him, Hunter never before witnessing a sexier view. He felt the tips of Logan’s fingers brushing dangerously close to his crack and a thumb soon pressed firmly beneath Logan’s tongue.

“What are you—” he started but Logan’s thumb slipping inside of him cut him off. Hunter saw stars and the ringing in his ears made him deaf to the world. He could no longer hear himself moan or the slurping sounds against his ass as he found himself involuntarily grinding himself against Logan’s hand. The pleasure deep inside him pulsed to his cock and spread shockwaves through his body. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,” he breathed, his toes gripping the bed.

Logan slipped his thumb out and released Hunter’s cock from his hold, leaving him aching and panting on the bed.

“What the fuck did you do that for?” Hunter heaved, near lifeless on the bed, his cock still erect.

“Didn’t you like it?” Logan slithered before picking a hair off his tongue with his nail. He rummaged around his jeans on the floor and pulled out a small bottle of lube.

“No.”

“Liar.” Logan placed the lube on Hunter’s chest and kneeled forward on all fours on the bed. Hunter sat up against the headboard and, as he had done hundreds of times, worked the lube in and out of Logan’s asshole with his fingers.

Hunter watched Logan straddle and ease himself down onto his cock. “I’ll warn you, my dick’s about to explode.”

Once Logan’s ass met Hunter’s hips, he leaned forward and kissed him.

“Tell me,” Logan said, with Hunter deep inside him, “how often did you think of me when you fucked him?”

“What?” Hunter chuckled, breathlessly engulfed in Logan’s warmth.

“How often did you fuck him and see my face, my body, my ass.” Logan propped himself up with both hands against Hunter’s shoulders as he rode up and down on his shaft. “Tell me … please, tell me, baby.”

Hunter stroked Logan’s cock in his hand before bending forward and sucking on the very tip.

“Tell me, Hunter,” Logan begged, kissing Hunter’s head that bobbed up and down in front of him. Hunter straightened his posture and faced Logan again before gripping his cheeks with one hand and choking him tightly with the other.

“Every time,” he growled before dipping his tongue in Logan’s mouth. “Every fucking time.”

Logan’s grin rose to his eyes devilishly. “I knew it … Are you ready to come?”

“You don’t know shit,” Hunter said in a scruffy voice. “Get on your stomach.”

Logan

Hunter looked up at the ceiling fan while Logan lay at his side, as still and as quiet as ever. It had been almost eight years since he and Hunter made love and Logan almost wished Hunter had lost his touch. Unfortunately, for him, Hunter had only gotten better, fucking him with a confidence he had never unlocked before. Switching positions like a choreographed dance. They weren’t nineteen anymore, they were men with scruffy faces and hairy bodies.

He remembered Grayson’s parting words from the night before: You should know, he’ll never stop loving me as long as you’re around. Logan only rolled his eyes. Likewise. Unsure of what had happened or how quickly things transpired, he was hopeful with Grayson out of the picture.

“You alright, Lo?” Hunter asked. “What’s up?”

“I don’t want to ruin the moment.” He traced the contours of Hunter’s ribs with his finger. Please, don’t say anything too honest. My heart can’t handle it right now.

“You know I can’t stay, right?”

Logan’s heart clenched. “I know, but I can go with you.”

“No. You can’t. You can’t run away from your problems,” Hunter nagged him, burying his fingers in Logan’s hair.

“Tell me what to do. I want to be with you.”

“You’re an adult now, you should know.” Logan was silent. He had no clue what Hunter wanted from him. “Fix your marriage. If you can’t, then finalize your divorce. You have a daughter to think about. What will you do for work?”

“I thought I’d be your househusband.” Logan laughed, lifting a head off his chest, and looking into Hunter’s stern, but soft, blue eyes.

“I’m not so sure I believe in marriage anymore.”

Logan climbed on top of him and planted a kiss on his lips. “I was kidding.”

“I’m serious, Lo. Get your life in order, be single for a while, date around and see what’s out there. When you’re ready, come find me and we can get to know each other again. I told you this last year.”

“I know.”

“I also need time. I need time to heal. I just lost someone I love. I don’t want to resent you for it. I need to work through that.” Hunter sat up in bed. “I should head out.”

“No, no. Stay the night, please? We don’t have to do anything, just stay here with me. Please?” Logan held him down and Hunter snuck a kiss, rolling him over onto his side and the two kissed tenderly for the rest of the evening.

When Logan woke up the next morning, Hunter was gone. He felt the urge to cry but suppressed it. He almost sent Hunter a text but then stopped himself like he had many times over the last ten years. He thought about Hunter’s words and what his next steps were. It wouldn’t be easy, not for him.

Almost done packing and on the verge of leaving the rental, he spotted a note on the fridge, a note that had gone unnoticed until that moment. Written on a piece of brown paper takeout bag.

Come back to me, baby.