Текст книги "Try: 1"

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“Tell me exactly what you want,” Logan urged as Tate looked at the items he’d deposited.

When he brought his eyes back to Logan’s, Tate reiterated, clear as a fucking bell, “I want to hear my name, on your tongue.”

Now, it was Logan’s turn to reach down into his boxers and take a hold of his straining erection. “And then?”

Tate watched Logan’s hand and proceeded to shock the hell out of him. “And then, I want to come all over you.”

Faltering on Tate’s words, Logan stepped between his legs as Tate pushed up to sit on the edge of the couch. Tate grasped his hips between those wide palms and pressed moist lips to Logan’s lower abdomen.

“I watched that today before work,” Tate admitted against his stomach, causing Logan to almost fall over as his fingers weaved into Tate’s brown waves.

“You watched, what?”

“Two guys having sex, and then they came all over each other. It was so damn hot.”

 Tate watched gay porn? Oh shit, I am so screwed, Logan thought because he knew he needed all of those details right fucking now.

* * *

Tate nibbled the warm skin under his lips as the fingers in his hair knotted, and he knew Logan was undoubtedly reacting to what he’d just said. He wasn’t lying. This morning, after the coffee shop, Tate had spent a lot of time going over his emotions, and by the end of it, when he had decided what he wanted—well, he’d done some research.

It hadn’t taken him long to find a good free site, and for the next hour or so, he’d educated himself in a very pleasurable way. Who knew gay porn would be so sexy? Or more to the point, he hadn’t known that watching it and imagining doing all of that with Logan would be such a turn-on.

Obviously, it also excited Logan because he was practically fucking his face through his boxers. As Logan’s fingers continued to play in his hair, Tate’s head was pulled back, so he was staring up at the man looking down at him.

 “What else did you learn today?”

Tate hesitated for only a second before he told Logan the one thing that had really gotten him off. It was something he hadn’t thought about previously, but now that he’d seen it, he couldn’t get it out of his head.

“That I can take you face-to-face—with you on your back under me.”

When Logan remained silent, Tate continued, “I want you like that. I want to watch you.”

The seconds following that comment were palpable. All Tate could hear was his own harsh breathing, and then before he knew it, his hair was released, and Logan was straddling his thighs.

It was an odd feeling to have a man slightly bigger than himself kneeling over his lap. But as soon as Logan’s cock, which was straining against his boxers, brushed against his own, Tate leaned back on the couch and clutched Logan’s ass, pulling him forward.

As their mouths met, Logan agreed, “All right, do it.”

Tate thought about it for around three seconds, and then he moved. With a hand on Logan’s head and one on his ass, Tate maneuvered them, so Logan was lying flat on his back, and he was hovering over the top of him. Logan’s mouth parted as he stared up at him, and Tate couldn’t help himself from tracing his finger across his thin top lip and then the bottom.

Tate shifted on the couch until he was situated between Logan’s thighs, and he felt his own erection line up with the one beneath. Stretching above Logan’s head, Tate clutched the arm of the couch, just as Logan once had, and started to rock his hips. With eyes full of heated lust, Logan bent his legs on either side of him and arched up to meet him halfway.

Tate heard an uninhibited roar rip from his own chest. This is what it’s going to be like, he thought as he continued to writhe against Logan. When I’m inside him, I’ll get to watch every thought and feeling on his face.

Then, Logan’s arms wrapped around him, and his hands slid inside Tate’s pants to fondle his ass, making Tate desperate for the mouth inches from his. Gliding his tongue between Logan’s lips, Tate went crazy as the thighs on either side of his waist tensed, and Logan lifted his body up to drag against his own.

With a grunt, Tate lifted his head, “Oh hell,” as Logan’s fingers crept between his ass cheeks and spread him while bringing him in even closer.

“Damn, Tate. Feels good,” Logan praised.

When Tate couldn’t stand it anymore, he pushed back and knelt between the spread legs in front of him. As he looked down at the man lying back on the couch, his mouth practically watered. Logan was irresistible, and Tate couldn’t wait to get inside him.

* * *

As Tate looked him over, Logan raised one of his arms behind him. He slid his other hand down into his boxers to stroke his erection, showing off his entire body to Tate’s hungry stare.

“God, I stood no chance,” Tate told him in disbelief. “Look at you.”

“Look at you,” Logan retorted, his voice pitched-low, so he had to consciously project it for Tate to hear.

Logan’s eyes drew heavy as Tate extended his arm and curled his fingers into the elastic of the black cotton, preparing to free his cock. With a husky groan of sheer relief, Logan quickly raised his legs to allow room for Tate to pull the fabric off and throw it aside. Resuming the same position, Logan gave Tate a thorough once-over as he began to work his length under Tate’s keen gaze.

“Get naked, Tate.”

Quickly, Tate stood and removed his remaining clothes. As his erection came into view and he bent to pick up the condom, Logan couldn’t help the raw noise escaping his mouth.

Tate kept his eyes on him the entire time he sheathed his cock. When he picked up the bottle of lube and unsnapped the lid, Logan took a moment to wonder where the curious and nervous Tate had disappeared to. In his place seemed to be an entirely confident man, who was getting ready to fuck the hell out of him. Either way, he wanted Tate inside him.

Logan widened his legs as Tate got on the couch and braced one of his arms over him, so he could lean back down. As their bodies finally brushed up against each other, Logan brought his hands around to grip Tate’s ass, bringing his thick shaft, against his own.

“Ah, you like that?” Tate continued thrusting down on him.

“Yes, I fucking like it.”

Tate took his lips in a quick kiss. “So testy. I like this position.”

“Jesus, you’re talkative all of a sudden.”

When Tate stopped the slow roll of his hips, Logan almost shouted in frustration.

“I’m sorry,” Tate taunted. “I’m not supposed to talk?” He lowered his head until his mouth was beside Logan’s ear. “I thought you liked it when I told you what I wanted to do to you.”

“Holy shit, Tate, I do.”

Never in the past had he liked talkers. In fact, Logan had hated them. He’d preferred to get the deed over and done with. As long as it felt good, why would I care what was being said? But with each new discovery Tate made, Logan would get more turned-on, and he couldn’t wait to hear the next thing that would tumble out of this guy’s mouth.

Case in point…

“Good, because I really want to watch your face when I slide my fingers back inside you.”

“Fucking hell. Do it,” Logan implored. He took Tate’s lips with his own, trying to shut him up, before he came from his words alone.

Tate’s free hand burrowed down between them, and his slick palm gave Logan’s shaft a firm stroke, making Logan’s back come up from the couch. He didn’t linger there though. Tate merely lubed him up enough to create an easy glide for Logan’s own hand. Then, Tate trailed his fingers down until he was probing at his hole.

Logan closed his eyes as Tate hesitantly massaged his fingertip over the puckered skin. It wasn’t until Tate lowered his other arm and hooked it around his left leg that Logan lost his fucking rhythm. Tate steadily pressed his thigh back, stretching him wide open. Holy shit. Tate had been watching and learning.

With his leg trapped at that angle, Logan was about as vulnerable as he could get. Not a position he particularly enjoyed, but as he lay underneath Tate, he had never been more aroused. Logan was more than happy to be this particular man’s experimental body.

As Tate shifted slightly, Logan knew he was open for Tate to do with as he pleased, and for now, Tate took pleasure in looking him right in the eye as he slowly slid his index finger inside his body.

* * *

How fucking sexy is that? Tate thought as he looked down at Logan who was wide open and holding his hard length as his body sucked Tate’s finger into his depths.

“Incredible, fucking incredible,” Tate marveled, pulling his finger from Logan, only to slip it inside again.

Looking down to where his finger was disappearing into the deliciously masculine body below, Tate slowly removed his long digit and added the second. Watching the quiet, intense man, Tate slowly pushed forward until they were all the way inside Logan, and then he stopped and left his hand there. “What would make this better for you?”

Logan’s eyes widened slightly. “It’s pretty perfect as is, but if you like, pull them out and push them back in real slow. Then, come down here and kiss me.”

Tate watched in fascination from his view as he slowly did what Logan had instructed.

“Ah,” Logan moaned.

“Again?” Tate asked. His own cock now aching with the need to bury itself where his fingers were.

“Again,” Logan approved even as Tate’s fingers were already moving.

Tate angled down over him, bringing up Logan’s left leg until it was pushed back against his chest, and then he took his mouth in an unyielding kiss.

“I want you so bad,” he rasped against Logan’s mouth.

Logan’s lips slid into a provocative smile as his hips shoved up toward Tate’s fingers. “Then, take me.”

Removing his fingers from the snug heat of Logan’s body, Tate kissed him again quickly before moving back to kneel and grab the bottle.

Looking down at the naked man waiting for him, Tate watched as Logan bent his legs and spread them wide while he pleasured himself. Tate tried to calm his breathing, but when Logan’s lips parted and he told him, “I can’t wait to feel you inside me,” it was no use.

 Gripping both of Logan’s calves, Tate hauled him down the couch until he was directly between Logan’s legs where he needed to be. Taking his cock in his hand, Tate lined himself up with Logan’s hole, and then hooked his arm under Logan’s leg, bending it back slightly to give him a better view of what he was about to do.

Tate pressed against the rim of Logan’s body, and grit his teeth. He glanced up to see Logan’s eyes were closed, and his black lashes were lying on his cheeks. He seemed to be waiting patiently for Tate to push forward. Meeting with the initial resistance of Logan’s body, Tate’s heartbeat quickened as he flexed his hips, and the muscle gave way, allowing him to sink inside.

Feeling it the night before had been unreal. But seeing it and feeling it? Total fucking ecstasy. Tate heard a rumble come from Logan as he sank in deeper. What a fucking sight, Tate thought. It looks and feels perfect.

Fully seated inside Logan’s body, Tate once again checked on the man under him to make sure he was okay.

And this time, Logan told him, “Move.”

Tate’s mouth twitched. He wanted to smile, but he was too tense. “I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you. What was that?”

A growl definitely left the man as Logan repeated, “Fucking move.”

A third invite was not required.

* * *

Logan looked up to Tate and tried to remind himself that he was new to this. Drawing his knees back to his chest, Logan’s shaft lay rigid against his stomach as Tate’s withdrew and then surged back into his body.

Tate’s eyes were glued to what was going on between Logan’s legs, and he couldn’t blame him. It felt mind-blowing. He also wanted to see, and this time, when Tate slid into him, Logan reached down to his cock, and he greedily watched all the muscles in Tate’s body flex.

“Fuck, fuck,” Tate was chanting over and over, like a prayer.

Logan had to agree. This was definitely prayer-worthy. It was that good.

Logan was dying to taste Tate’s lips, so when Tate’s hair flopped forward into his face, Logan took the opportunity to pull on that hair as he leaned up and grabbed Tate’s neck, bringing the man down with him.

As Tate came to him, he placed an arm on the couch and groaned as Logan wrapped a leg up around his waist. Taking Tate’s mouth with his own, Logan engaged him in a tongue-thrusting, kiss that drove him wild.

Their tongues met while Tate’s thick length moved in and out of him. Logan’s left leg was still hooked over Tate’s arm, and Tate pushed it back against his body, spreading him apart. As he did, Logan couldn’t help the throaty curse that fell from his lips.

Tate stopped moving completely and asked through labored breaths, “Sorry. Did I hurt you?”

“No. Hell no. You’re just so…so,” Logan panted. “It’s intense this way.”

When Tate brushed a hand over Logan’s hair, he felt the intensity triple from the emotion flickering over Tate’s face.

“Yeah, it really is.”

“Do it again,” Logan urged.

Tate drew his hips back and then punched them forward into him, and this time, Tate watched his face for a reaction, and Logan gave it to him.

He bared his teeth and arched his back, demanding, “Again. Do it again. Harder.”

Logan yanked Tate’s hair, and as Tate obeyed, Logan lost his grip on reality.

* * *

Tate stared down at the man he was working his cock in and out of. Logan had shut his eyes and was fiercely stroking his own erection as Tate pounded into him. Over and over, he slid inside Logan, and each time he bottomed out and his balls hit Logan’s body, Tate thought he’d come right then.

He leaned down over Logan and slid so far inside that he felt like he would split the man in two. Instead of complaining, Logan just urged him to do it harder and faster. So, he did, and as Tate connected their mouths, he knew he’d never experienced anything more stimulating before.

He felt as though he were truly inside this man in every conceivable way, including his mind, and what an experience it was. Watching every expression of lust, want, and pure need cross Logan’s face was like a wet dream come to life.

He is gorgeous.

Gone was the time where Tate thought that word didn’t apply to a man. As Logan lay under him with his body open, there was no other word that fit. He was as gorgeous as he was strong and sexy.

Logan’s cock was long and stout and dripping all over his stomach. It amazed Tate that Logan was getting off, considering how hard he was thrusting into him, but Logan was, and Tate loved every hard hip-fucking moment of it.

It wasn’t until Logan craned his neck to watch Tate slide inside, that Tate felt his climax race down his spine. He needed and wanted release, but he wanted Logan to first.

“I need to come,” he told the man beneath him. “But I want to watch you.”

As if Logan had been waiting for him, he instructed, “Hard and fast. Give it to me as hard and fast as you can, and you’ll get one hell of a show.”

Tate hooked Logan’s other leg with his free arm and braced himself on the cushions by Logan’s sides, and he started to fuck the guy as if he never would again.

Hard and fast, as requested, he slid into Logan, and Logan’s ass clung to him on every withdraw. Tate’s breathing came faster with every flex of his hips, and as his eyes locked with Logan’s, he felt the hand in his hair twist as Logan jerked his cock with the other.

“Ah, Tate. Fuck!” he shouted.

Tate watched avidly as Logan came in a sticky mess all over his own hand and stomach as Tate continued to tunnel into him. Logan continued to curse as Tate’s hips repeatedly made quick shallow digs inside him.

As Logan’s breathing calmed, he grunted softly when Tate pulled out of his body and quickly rolled the condom off. Throwing it aside, Tate picked up the bottle of lube and squeezed some into his palm. He then looked down at Logan, who’d raised his arms back over the couch, with his cock lying against his body now covered in cum.

That was all the visual Tate needed. Grasping his throbbing erection in his hand, Tate watched the satisfied man under him. Logan lazily ran his gaze over him as he lowered his fingers and started to rub his cum into his body.

Without a word, Logan lowered his hand to cup Tate’s balls. As soon as his warm, wet fingers touched his flesh, Tate’s lips parted, and he shouted a loud, satisfied sound as he, too, came all over Logan’s stomach and chest.

As his breathing slowed and his eyes found Logan’s, Tate licked his lips and continued to milk his cock until every last drop was on the man under him.

“Fuck,” Tate managed on a shaky breath.

Logan sighed, fully satisfied, and placed both hands behind his head. “We’ve definitely done that.”

“You’re phenomenal.”

Logan crooked a finger up at him and invited, “Come here.”

Tate leaned down over Logan, who brought his legs up to entwine them with his, and their bodies joined together with the sticky evidence of their arousal sliding between them. Logan took his mouth in a sensual kiss.

When he pulled back, he whispered against Tate’s lips, “That was phenomenal.”

“Hmm,” Tate hummed in agreement against Logan’s mouth. Then, he finally voiced something else he’d been thinking about, “Maybe next time, you can do that to me.”

Logan pulled Tate’s head up by his curls. “What did you just say?”

Tate grinned down at him. “Maybe next time, you can do that to me. Well, maybe not that hard, you know, being that it will be my first time, and it will probably—”

“Tate?” Logan interrupted. “Shut up for a minute. Do you mean it?”

“Would I be this fucking nervous if I didn’t?” Tate asked.

Logan smiled and raised his eyebrows. “I don’t know what porn site you watched this morning, but if this is the result, we need to buy a subscription.”

Tate chuckled, moving against Logan’s body. “I learned a lot of things.”

“You did, huh?”

As Tate nipped Logan’s mouth, he nodded. “Yep, let me tell you about it, and then we can see if there’s anything you want to try.”

“I can guarantee that anything coming out of your mouth is going to be something I want to try. I’m easy, remember?”

“I do seem to remember something like that.”

Tate lowered his head and rested it against the large chest under him. He thought about how weird it should have felt, but as Logan’s arms wrapped around him, it didn’t. It felt…right.

“Is this okay?” Tate questioned against the short hair on Logan’s chest.

“It is until you say otherwise.”

Tate couldn’t have said why, but that small whispered reply hurt his heart.

Chapter Twenty-One

The following morning, Tate woke with a raging hard-on and a warm tongue on the inside of his thigh. With his eyes closed, he slowly spread his legs farther apart and felt his mouth tug into a smile as a low laugh reached his ears.

“Sure glad you’re straight, Tate. Gay guys never let me do this.”

Tate opened his eyes and looked down to where Logan’s chin was resting on his thigh.

“I highly doubt that. You really do only shut up when your mouth is busy, don’t you?”

“You like my mouth.” Logan licked across one of Tate’s balls. “Admit it.”

Tate’s hips arched toward the teasing tongue as he answered with a soft groan, “It has its good points.”

Logan opened the mouth in question and drew his tongue across the base of Tate’s cock.

“Very good points,” Tate stressed.

Logan raised his head and winked up at him. He shifted to place his hands on the bedding next to Tate’s hips, rising up over him.

“Give it to me,” he suggested.

Tate reached down and pointed his erection up at Logan, who then lowered his head and sucked the tip into his mouth. Letting out a heavy sigh, Tate raised his other arm back behind his head, plumping the pillow up, so he could watch what was going on between his legs.

Logan was on his knees, and Tate watched as a hand brushed his aside, and when a firm palm took its place, Logan’s hot mouth drew him all the way inside until his nose was touching Tate’s short curls.

Holy fuck! Tate thought as he raised his hips and moved his free hand to the back of Logan’s head.

As Logan removed his lips and started to suck the swollen head, Tate wondered why he’d ever questioned getting head from this guy. Logan’s eyes flicked to his as he swirled his tongue over the slit, and then he licked his way down the underside of his shaft until he reached his balls. With a quick swipe over them, he came back up and swallowed Tate to the root.

“Oh Jesus, Logan,” he called out as he palmed the silky black hair in his hand.

Logan drew back up and off him. With a demonic grin, he darted his tongue out and tickled the underside of Tate’s cock. “Love sucking on you.”

Tate closed his eyes, deciding that was the only way he would last longer than the thirty seconds he figured he had left in him with Logan’s teasing. Bending his left leg back felt natural to Tate as he widened his straddle and pushed himself closer to the mouth feasting on him. When a groan came from between his thighs, he figured Logan approved of this new position as well. That was confirmed when a large hand clamped onto his shin and pushed his leg farther up onto his chest, keeping him open and in place.

* * *

Logan drew his mouth off of Tate’s luscious cock and watched as Tate opened up for him to play, and he planned to take full advantage.

With one hand on Tate’s leg and the other on the mattress, Logan lowered his head and took one of Tate’s balls into his mouth. As he gently sucked on the sac of skin, he heard a grunt from above, and when he pulled his mouth away and released the tender flesh, a sigh reached his ears. Several times, he repeated the move, stopping only to lick across the base of Tate’s solid erection.

He could see the pucker of Tate’s ass, and it was calling to him to come and take it, but he knew he’d have to move slowly or Tate would put an end to it before it even began.

Looking up to Tate, Logan watched him stroke himself and then leaned back in, touching the tip of his tongue to Tate’s rim. Tate’s eyes flew open, and his body tensed as he tried to move, but the hand Logan had on his leg and the look he aimed up at Tate held him in place.

“What the…” Tate questioned, as he stared down at him.

“Trust me.”

Logan blew a breath of air over the wet skin he’d just licked. Tate’s ass clenched, and he cursed, causing Logan to close his own eyes to keep his desire in check. As Tate flopped back down on the pillow in defeat, Logan took that as a sign, and he repeated the move, flicking his tongue out to tease.

“What the hell are you doing to me?” Tate groaned.

“I’m gonna make you lose your fucking mind,” he promised.

Logan lowered himself to the mattress, so he could bring his free hand up to Tate’s body. With a finger against Tate’s ass, Logan eyed him as he licked the pucker. Tate’s hand was desperately jerking himself now as he watched what was going on.

Pushing his leg up a little higher, Logan got a great angle and tongued his way up to his balls where he sucked one into his mouth as he pushed his finger inside Tate. He heard Tate shout out his name, but Logan didn’t stop what he was doing. Instead, he sucked and kissed his way back to where his finger was penetrating Tate, and sucked around it, making sure to keep Tate’s hole nice and wet.

“Ah, your mouth is going to kill me.”

As the words hit Logan’s ears, he shoved his finger back inside, and—oh yeah, there you go, Tate—he grazed it over Tate’s prostate causing his ass to clench Logan’s finger, as his hips snapped up hard.

Logan continued fingering him while his tongue devoured him, and it took less than a minute for Tate to come on a loud bark, his cum shooting out all over his stomach and chest in creamy spurts, which made Logan want to come up there and—

Oh, fuck it.

Removing his mouth and fingers from Tate’s body, Logan crawled up between his thighs and licked up the cum leading from Tate’s navel to his nipple. When he was finally hovering over the shocked and satiated man, he greeted him, “Morning.”

As Tate’s mouth fell open as if to answer, Logan couldn’t help but kiss him. He wasn’t sure what kind of response he’d get, considering he’d just cleaned up the guy’s stomach with his tongue, but Tate grabbed the back of his head and aggressively returned the gesture.

When he was finally freed, Logan announced, “I’ve got to go to work,” and then he rolled off the bed.

As he made his way over to the bathroom, he heard Tate call out his name. He stopped and turned to see Tate lying exactly the way he’d left him—naked with his legs spread and a glistening stomach from his mouth.

“Yeah?” he finally responded.

“What about you? Don’t you want to—”

“Oh, I want to, but I don’t have time. I do, however, plan to use my hand and a five minute shower very well.”

Tate’s gaze lingered over him. “Want some company?”

Logan gritted his teeth. “Of course, the day you get experimental is a day I have to go in early.”

Tate climbed out of the bed and started walking over toward him. “Okay, how about I just stand and watch?”

Logan shook his head. “No.”

“No?” Tate asked as he got closer.

Taking a step back, Logan made it into the bathroom. “If you stand and watch, it will take me a lot longer than five minutes, and I need to go.”

Tate started laughing as Logan began closing the bathroom door.

“Seriously, I can just watch and not touch, you know.”

“Oh, I’m sure you can,” Logan agreed, “but I can’t.” He shut the bathroom door and locked it for good measure.

* * *

“You’re late,” were the first words Logan heard as he stepped off the elevator.

With his briefcase in one hand and a coffee in the other, he glared at Cole. “You don’t say.”

“You know you were supposed to be here early. Mark likes you. He works well with you—”

“What? Did you poll the guy? Should I expect a proposal? Jesus, Cole, I’m only ten minutes late.”

Cole took his briefcase from him and gave it to Jane with a restrained smile. “Can you please get this to Mr. Mitchell’s office? He needs to get to the conference room immediately.”

“Yes, Mr. Madison.”

“Cole, Jane,” Cole reminded his personal assistant as he did every day.

“Yes, Mr. Madison,” she repeated back with a smile. She moved around them to make her way toward Cole’s office.

Logan frowned and unbuttoned his jacket. “Why do you even bother? You know Jane will never call you by your name.”

Cole nodded. “That’s not the point.”

“No? Then, what is?” Logan asked as they started walking toward the conference room.

“The point is, for her to always know that she can.”

Logan stopped and turned to face his brother.

Cole shrugged. “It’s our thing.”

Laughing, Logan took a sip of his coffee. “Your thing? I wasn’t aware that you two were dating.”

“Shut up. Rachel says it’s sweet.”

“Rachel doesn’t count. She sleeps with you. Of course, she thinks it’s sweet.”

Cole narrowed his eyes and took the coffee cup from him. “Go in there, and run your mouth where it will actually do us some good.”

“And where are you going?”

“To call my wife. I now feel the need to hear about how sweet she’s going to be to me later.”

Logan lifted his arm and looked at his watch. “You’re calling the wife this early?”

Cole raised a brow. “Yes. Unlike you, I was here on time.”

Logan reached out and twisted the handle, but before he opened the door, he smirked at Cole. “Well, I always said you were the boring one. I’m only ten minutes late, and I already had something sweet today. I left him naked in my bed. Have a nice phone call.”

* * *

Tate had showered and dressed after Logan left, and he was now standing in the man’s kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee. His damp hair was cooling against his neck, and as he looked around the condo, he found himself trying to learn about the man who lived there.

The first thing he noticed was the lack of photos. There wasn’t even one. Not so unusual, Tate thought. He didn’t have any photos up either, but then again, he’d only been living in his crappy apartment for a short period of time, ever since directly after his—divorce.

Putting the cup down on the counter, he ran a hand through his hair. Am I really considering taking this all the way? As he looked at the couch and remembered last night, not to mention this morning, he knew that if they continued, then yes, he would eventually need to find a way to tell his friends and family. I mean, what’s the alternative? There wasn’t one, and Tate knew when it came to Logan, the feelings he was starting to have were already starting to escalate.

Moving over to the couch where Logan had put his jacket, Tate heard his phone start to buzz. Pulling it out of the pocket, he noticed he’d missed—oh fuck—six calls. While taking his cigarettes out of the other pocket, he answered the call and brought the phone to his ear.

“Tate?” his mother greeted him.

Tate sighed. “Hi, Mom.”

“Where on earth have you been? I’ve been calling you since last night. I thought maybe you forgot to pay your bill, and they turned your phone off.”

Tate wandered over to the door leading to Logan’s balcony. He unlocked it and stepped outside. Leaning back against the wall, he crossed his legs and looked out at the building next door, wondering if he could see inside if he looked hard enough.

“When has that ever happened?”

“Well, okay, never,” his mother answered.

He could hear a drawer being opened and what he thought were utensils being moved around.

“Then, why would it happen now?” Tate pulled a cigarette out between his lips and grabbed the lighter. Holding the phone between his ear and his shoulder, he waited.

“I don’t know. Why else wouldn’t you answer your phone?”

There was a pause as Tate tried to think of a likely reason, other than the real one. Unfortunately, he wasn’t quick enough.

“Were you on a date?”

“No.”

“Did you have a woman over, and that’s why you couldn’t answer?”

“Mom. No,” Tate stressed.

But it was beyond containment.

“What’s her name? What does she look like?”

Tate took a long drag of the cigarette and closed his, picturing his date from the night before. Yeah, somehow, he didn’t think his mother would appreciate that his date was around six-feet-two and had dark stubble to match his short black hair.

Oh, not to mention, Mom, his dick is slightly longer than my own.