5. The Car

Hunter

The rest of the week was a busy one, with extra mandated practices and midterms around the corner. Late-night shifts at the ice cream parlor kept Logan busy most nights. The Saturday match came and went; they won.

Hunter could almost read Logan’s thoughts as their gazes locked for a few extra moments amidst the company of others. His own mind plagued him: tongues, boners, Logan’s lips, Logan’s neck, his hand on my dick … the thoughts were intrusive, incessant.

“How was your midterm?” Logan asked when Hunter entered their dorm room, packing the last few articles of clothing into his duffel.

“I don’t know. Okay, I think? I know I got three questions wrong for sure. Are you packed?”

They planned to leave for home in thirty minutes, their flight for Aspen leaving in two days.

Minutes before heading out, Hunter went through his mental list aloud. “Windows locked. Laptops, keys, wallets, IDs …”

“Yes, check, check.”

“Alright, let’s go—”

Logan took his hand. “Wait, one more thing.” He leaned in and wrapped his hand around the back of Hunter’s neck, stroking his skin.

They kissed, their tongues dancing together in a slow, sensual rhythm. Hunter cupped Logan’s chin, naturally taking control. With each thrust of the tongue, the growing tension that built over the past ten days radiated from their every pore.

“I can’t believe I waited over a week to do that,” Logan said before giving Hunter light kisses on his lips. “We have to talk about this—about what’s going on between us. We can’t avoid it anymore.”

“We’ll have the next two hours,” Hunter said against his lips.

“This is strange, isn’t it?” Logan asked. Hunter nodded, breathless from the kissing. “Does it feel wrong?” Hunter shook his head, and Logan darted his tongue in and out of Hunter’s mouth and around his lips. Logan furrowed his brows. “Hunter, say something … please.”

Hunter’s cheeks turned a pinkish hue. “I—I don’t know what to say.”

“Are you scared?” Logan asked. Hunter nodded. “Of what?”

“I don’t want to do anything to put you off and turn you away like … the night I kissed you on the bench.”

“Is that why you’ve been so distant? I’ve been trying to show you I’m okay with it. You just surprised me, and I didn’t know how to react. I was afraid it was a one-time drunken thing you didn’t mean and thought that maybe I kept pressuring you to do something you weren’t into,” Logan admitted.

“What? No, I—I definitely am … into it, I mean.”

“But you haven’t initiated since, so part of me wondered if you’re just going along with it, or if there is something more,” Logan said, looking up at him with large, hopeful eyes.

Hunter envied how open Logan could be with his feelings. Even when capable of internalizing his own feelings, the moment to express them would escape him.

“You haven’t been around lately. We’ve hardly seen each other. I figured you were busy; we’ve both been busy,” Hunter said, remembering how much he’d longed for Logan all week.

Logan stepped back and took Hunter by the hands. “I have to tell you something, but I don’t want it to scare you away. Since you’ve kissed me that night I—I,” Logan started and then thrust out a breath. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it, about you. You probably think I’m—”

Hunter’s kiss cut him off, pulling Logan’s head back to get deeper into his mouth. Logan’s shoulders relaxed, melting into Hunter’s arms.

“Makes you want to stay one more night and head back early tomorrow, doesn’t it?” Logan asked.

Hunter considered the idea for a moment, flashes of him and Logan kissing passionately under the covers filled his mind. “It’s tempting, but we should head out.”

Logan

Twenty minutes into the two-hour-long car ride home, Logan reclined in the passenger seat and gazed out the window. “Are you into dudes?”

Hunter paused, combing his mind for an answer. “I—I don’t think so.” Hunter gave the question some thought. Logan didn’t respond, allowing Hunter some time to think. “I was thinking about that last week. Wondering if it was a dudes thing or, you know, a you thing.”

“And?”

Hunter smiled and extended his hand to the center console. “Definitely you.”

Logan grabbed his right hand and placed a kiss on his knuckles as he watched Hunter drive—his powerful face, hooded blue eyes, and that square jawline most men would envy. “I still can’t believe this is happening,” Logan said, pressing his face against their entangled fingers. “It’s familiar and new all at once, you know?”

“I know what you mean.”

Hunter’s phone vibrated inside the cup holder beside him, and Logan reached over and picked it up. “Holy fuck, who is this? She’s hot.” Logan opened the conversation and then opened the picture, a nude young woman with long, dark hair and perky breasts in a bathroom mirror, her face cut off. “Goddess? Who is that?”

“Give me that.” Hunter laughed, trying to grab the phone back from Logan while Logan moved it away from him giddily.

“Wait—wait, is that my bathroom?” Logan zoomed in on the detail on the walls. “Ugh, what the fuck? That’s my sister, man.”

Hunter suppressed a laugh. “Give that back.”

“That’s not fucking funny,” Logan said before responding to the message. “‘Stacy, what the fuck? You’re seventeen, and this is technically child porn.’”

Hunter couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t send that.”

Hunter’s phone vibrated again, and Logan read the message aloud. “‘I’m eighteen. Age of consent is sixteen in Indiana, genius.’ She’s so obnoxious. Do you know how long it’s going to take to get that image out of my head? Are you guys still hooking up?”

“We haven’t in a while.”

“What’s a while?”

Hunter laughed. “Uh, around New Year’s?”

Logan scrolled through the messages between Hunter and Stacy and shuddered in disgust. “What the fuck, man? That’s like, three months ago. I thought that shit was over two years ago. I can’t even read this shit.” Logan tossed the phone back into the cupholder. “I fucking hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” Hunter pulled off the road and into a gas station. “I need to fill up. Want anything from inside?”

“Don’t try to bribe me.”

“How about a kiss?” Hunter asked.

The two joined at the lips and let their tongues take over. When breaking the kiss, a shared smile formed between them.

“Wow, I got chills all over,” Logan said with an exaggerated shiver before kissing him again. Hunter’s thumb traced circles around his cheek as they pulled away, breathless.

“Fuck, I should’ve worn underwear,” Hunter muttered, rubbing over the wet spot from the pre-cum leaking through his pants. “I’ll be back,” Hunter said, putting on his jacket.

Hunter

“So, are you going to stop fucking my sister?” Logan asked a few minutes later on the drive home.

Hunter laughed. “Do you want me to stop fucking your sister?”

“Dude, come on.”

“Are you going to stop fucking Andrea?”

“What? She’s my girlfriend. I’d rather you fuck my girlfriend than my sister,” Logan said, annoyed.

Hunter hated the thought of Logan with anyone at all. “Then who can I fuck?”

“Literally anyone else, Jesus.”

“Alright, I think your mom has always had a thing for me,” Hunter said with a smug look on his face. He wondered what it would be like to fuck Logan, but the thought was too weird, so he tried to suppress it.

“You want my whole family. Go fuck my dad while you’re at it.”

“I just might.”