9. The Shower

Logan

The uneventful plane ride the next morning lacked any meaningful interaction. Both sets of parents sat in first class while Stacy, Hunter, and Logan sat one section behind them in priority seats. Stacy had the window, with her legs resting on Hunter’s lap, in the middle, and Logan in the aisle. Logan’s fingers grazed Hunter’s under a blanket, causing Hunter to pull away, placing his hand on his lap.

Once in Aspen, the families stopped to get lunch and groceries for the week on the way to the resort.

“What’s up with you two?” Mrs. Parker asked Logan while unloading the SUV. They’d booked three adjacent luxury cabins for the week, each with two bedrooms, a gas fireplace, a full kitchen, and hot tubs out back.

Logan shrugged. “Nothing.”

“Do you boys need money?” Mr. Parker asked. “Will you be hitting the slopes today?”

Logan looked at Hunter, who looked away. “I’m not sure, maybe,” he said. With both arms carrying grocery bags, Hunter trekked the path to their cabin alone.

Mrs. Parker seemed to wait for Hunter to be out of earshot. “Is he … ?”

Logan smiled and grabbed a few bags. “He’ll be fine.”

“Let’s meet outside at seven for dinner. Gives you a good four or five hours to rest up or explore,” Mr. Parker said a few minutes later while unloading a couple of packs of bottled water on their counter.

As soon as Mr. Parker left, Logan turned to Hunter and smiled. “So, what do you want to do?” Hunter shook his head and went into the master bedroom to unpack. Logan sighed and began putting the groceries away.

Ten minutes later, hearing Hunter’s shower turn on, curiosity got the best of him, unable to resist sneaking a peek. The spacious, modern bathroom with oversized floor-to-ceiling windows emitted a crisp glow from the falling snow outside. Steam filled the black-tiled walk-in shower. The sight of the crease of Hunter’s firm buttocks made his cock twitch. He opened his mouth to speak but Hunter disappeared within the steam.

Eagerly, Logan undressed and stepped into the doorless shower. Misty water bounced off Hunter’s body and onto Logan’s. Logan spread his hands across Hunter’s slick shoulders, but Hunter didn’t tense.

He knew I was here.

Fingers danced across Hunter’s back, to the curve of his ass, and up again. Logan pressed his chest against Hunter’s back, wrapped his arms around his waist, and gripped his slippery skin. Hot water splashed his face as he gently sucked on Hunter’s neck.

A rogue hand wandered down Hunter’s abs and found itself buried in a bed of wiry hairs. Hunter’s body jerked under Logan’s hold. He whipped around, grabbed Logan’s neck, and slammed him against the black tile. Hunter snarled, pinning Logan down with water running down his face. Logan held his hands up in defense of the sudden movement, his chest heaving rapidly as adrenaline coursed through him.

Logan’s furrowed brows softened, and a corner of his lips ticked up. “Do it.” Hunter’s grip tightened and Logan wiggled his chin up in response, swallowing uncomfortably. “Fucking do it.”

Hunter crushed his mouth onto Logan’s, tongue and teeth clashing, his nails digging into Logan’s neck. In the heated frenzy, Logan’s teeth pierced Hunter’s lip.

Hunter licked his cut. “What the fuck, Lo? I’m bleeding.”

“It’s just a little nick,” Logan said, lowering his hand to Hunter’s cock. “Kiss me.”

Hunter obliged. He raised Logan’s leg up, thigh to hip, their hips and cocks pressed against one another’s. Logan grabbed a firm hold of Hunter’s cock in his hand, and Hunter nudged his hand away. He lifted Logan’s other leg off the ground by his thigh, and Logan instinctively wrapped his legs around his waist, arms around his neck.

“Fuck,” Logan breathed into his mouth while pressed against the wall.

Joined at the lips, Hunter slowly walked the two of them out of the shower and into his bedroom, leaving behind a trail of water. He kneeled on the bed and carefully placed Logan against the cool, crisp, white sheets.

They kissed wildly and fell into bed, making up for twenty-four hours of tension since their last kiss. Their kissing died down, and Hunter plopped down beside him, propping his head up in his hand and stroking Logan’s wet chest with his finger.

Logan’s smile slowly faded, and his eyes grew wide and sincere. “It hurts when you ignore me.” Hunter moved a few strands of dark hair away from Logan’s eyes and Logan felt a lump make its way down his throat. He couldn’t imagined things going back to the way they were before. “I don’t know how to put it, but I really like you, and … it’s freaking me out.”

“I know.”

Logan waited expectantly. “Well, is this not a big deal to you?”

“It is. When you came over two nights ago, when my parents went all nuts, I was glad you came. You’re the only person I wanted to see. I wanted to be with you. You’re my best friend,” Hunter said.

The words cut deep. “But are we? Just friends?”

“I don’t know. What do you want?”

“I don’t know,” Logan said, unsure himself. Hunter buried his head into his neck and kissed his damp skin while placing a hand on his navel. “Are you afraid to touch my dick?” Logan asked.

“What?” Hunter laughed, his face a light shade of red. “No.”

“Do you want to touch it?”

“Would you like me to?” Hunter asked, stalling. Logan nodded. Hunter leaned over Logan’s body on his side. Taking hold of Logan’s stiffness, he watched intently while Logan shuddered with each stroke. Logan lifted his head to kiss him, a powerful, wet kiss. Hunter’s cock grew firm again, not ever fully going down. He rubbed it on the side of Logan’s hip as he stroked.

Hunter rolled onto Logan again, hip to hip, cock to cock. He groaned, feeling Logan reach up and tug him while he stroked Logan. Logan spit in his hand, spreading it across Hunter’s shaft before jerking him again. “Fuck.”

“That’s nice,” Logan breathed. “Tell me what you think about when you come to me.”

“Mhh.” Hunter’s eyes rolled back into his head. “So much.”

“Tell me,” Logan encouraged him, looking up at Hunter’s thick, broad chest, and he rubbed his dick harder.

“Kissing you … undressing you … your body in the locker room, your chest, your mouth, your ass … oh, fuck …”

“What do you want to do to me?”

“Fuck you,” Hunter blurted.

Logan’s eyes grew wide and his ass clenched at the thought of it, surprisingly making his dick tighten. “Fuck me where? My mouth? In my ass?”

Hunter

The verge of climax, made it difficult for Hunter to speak. “Fuck your tight ass, come inside it, lick it out.” He wondered how slipping right in between Logan’s warm and tight cheeks would feel.

“Yeah, I’ll sit right on your face. I think about stroking and sucking your cock while you suck mine.” Logan’s breathy voice serpent-like.

Fuck. Hunter had never thought about that, but the idea drove him wild. “Oh my god, I’m almost there,” Hunter warned. “Keep going. Like that.”

“You want to come on me, don’t you? I want to come on you, too,” Logan huffed. “Imagine licking my ass and then coming on it.”

“Fuck—here it—ugh, fuck.” Hunter grunted, coming all over his own hand that stroked Logan’s cock. The feeling of Hunter’s hot cum on his dick made Logan lose control. Hunter used the hot fluid as lubrication and stroked him even faster.

With a forceful release, Logan expelled a generous load that spread across his stomach and dripped onto his chest, mingling with their combined fluids. Hunter hovered over and planted a kiss on his panting lips, carefully avoiding the sex puddles on Logan’s abs.

“I’ll get you something.” Hunter staggered to the bathroom and returned with a washcloth. He watched as Logan cleaned himself up, desperately wanting to get back into bed and feel his warmth, but didn’t know how.

Logan heaved a sigh and placed his hands behind his head. “I’m suddenly beat. I could use a nap before dinner. Join me?” A smile grew on Hunter’s face.

A loud knock at the door made them jump. Hunter draped on a robe and rushed to the door while Logan sped to his own room.

Stacy’s bright green eyes looked so much like Logan’s. “Hey. What are you guys doing?” she asked, attempting to look over Hunter’s shoulder.

“Showered, about to get dressed.”

“Where is my brother?”

“He’s in the shower.”

She leaned against the door frame and gave him a devilish grin. “You wanna shower with me? God, my pussy is still sore from last night.”

“Sshh!” he hissed at her.

“Can I crash here with you guys? I can’t be with Mom and Dad for ten days on this trip.”

“No.”

Furrowing her brows, she tried to push against the heavy wooden door. “What the fuck, Hunter? Come on.”

“If Logan says it’s okay. You should ask him later.”

She wedged herself in past the frame. “I’ll ask him now.”

“No, he’s in the shower. We’ll see you later, Stace.” Hunter nudged her back onto the porch, closed the door, and latched it.

The urge to check on Logan tempted him, but he got dressed instead. Once done unpacking, the sound of movement in the kitchen drew him out. Logan put groceries away in a frenzy, slamming cabinets and shoving items inside.

“Hey,” Hunter said. Logan didn’t respond. “I can help you with those.” Hunter came over and grabbed a bag. Logan opened and slammed the cabinet doors. “You alright?”

“You fucked my sister—again. After I asked you not to,” Logan said in a low, deep voice, grabbing another bag.

“She told me she needed to go to the library—”

“You fucked my sister, and you get mad at me for kissing Becca?”

“You fucked Becca.”

“I did not! We only kissed. She kissed me, and I left. I asked you to stop fucking Stacy.”

“Look, I’m sorry. I’ll block her,” Hunter said, pulling out his phone.

Logan’s phone rang in his pocket. “Whatever, man.” He answered the call with a smile on his face. “Hey babe … How are you? … I miss you, too …” Logan stomped to his room and shut the door.

Hunter slammed his fists on the counter, a stinging pain radiated on his knuckles.