Chapter 23 — Logan

Logan pulled back, doing as he was told, and he moved up to the top of the blanket. Reed shifted around so that Logan was lying on his back. Straddling him, Reed traced his fingers over Logan's chest, outlining some of his tattoos with his tongue as he kissed his way over his chest and nipples. Logan’s cock was throbbing, and although he was nervous, he wanted Reed more than anything. Reed kissed his way down to Logan's thighs, and then sitting up, he took Logan’s knees and pushed them back so that Logan was fully exposed to him.

He felt shy for a moment but the next thing he knew, he felt a million different and amazing sensations, as Reed’s tongue licked around his sensitive hole. Tensing initially at the new feeling, he quickly submitted as Reed’s tongue worked its magic on him. Logan grabbed at the blanket, as his cock leaked pre-cum down onto his abs while Reed ate him out. It felt incredible—he never knew that a sensitive bundle of nerves was hidden there, which were now set on fire by Reed’s tongue. Logan would have never guessed that it could feel this good, so intensely erotic, and completely mind blowing. He fisted the blankets a little tighter, as Reed introduced a finger and pressed down onto his tight hole.

"Oh, fuck,” he said, as Reed lapped at his hole, his finger pressing deeper. Logan thought he was going to come any moment with how good it felt but he didn't want to blow his load just yet. He wanted the two of them to do that together.

"I need you, Reed. I want you to fuck me."

Reed stopped and went to his backpack where he pulled out the bottle of lube. Logan watched as he poured some onto his fingers and then went back to fingering Logan’s ass. Logan closed his eyes, ignoring the slight sting as he felt himself stretching out. Reed inserted two fingers and crooked one, making Logan jump at the exquisite sensation.

“That’s fucking amazing,” Logan cried out.

“Just your fucking amazing prostate,” Reed smiled, doing it again and making Logan see stars.

“Reed… I can’t last much longer.” Logan was breathing heavy, trying his best not to come.

Reed pulled out his fingers and lubed up his cock.

Logan suddenly felt nervous. It was really happening. Still, he was dizzy with desire that he'd never felt before and he wanted Reed so much, it was enough to make him almost crazy.

"Relax,” Reed murmured, his voice soothing. “Try not to tense, okay? If you’re not comfortable at any time, tell me at once and I’ll stop. Promise me.”

Logan nodded. “I promise.” He was so ready for this. “Show me how to do it and next time… I want to own you.”

Reed smiled and moved forward, slow and careful as he lined his cock up with Logan's entrance. He pushed a little and Logan felt it burn, but not intolerably so. He took a deep breath, the scent of straw and Reed washing over him, filling his senses. The feeling of being spread open and filled this way was new, overwhelming and beyond anything he could describe, but... it started to feel good.

Reed looked into his eyes, taking his time and pausing often, letting Logan get used to him. His hips worked in small circles whenever he stopped moving forward, getting Logan used to the motion. Occasionally those little stirring motions would press against Logan's swollen prostate, making him tighten and squirm, sparks of pleasure shooting inside him.

“Are you feeling okay?” Reed looked at Logan, full of concern.

“I’m fine—it stings a little but it’s not unbearable.”

“Do you think you can take a little movement?”

“Yeah… please.”

Logan watched, a sudden feeling of emptiness as Reed slid his cock out and then pressed forward again in one smooth thrust.

Logan gasped, feeling incredibly full and stretched as Reed pulled out to thrust back in once again, balls deep inside him. It felt amazing and Logan clung to Reed’s hips, feeling completely overwhelmed.

His cock bounced with the motion and dripped with every stroke, the pleasure unexpected and better than he had ever imagined.

Reed looked into his eyes as he moved above him. “You feel so amazing, Logan.” He reached for Logan’s hands, lacing them together and drawing them above Logan’s head. The shift in position tilted them up to a different angle and Logan felt dizzy with burning pleasure as Reed kept hitting the right spot inside.

Unable to hold back any longer, Logan grabbed his cock and pumping only a couple of times, he cried out Reed’s name, coming all over his chest and tightening around Reed.

Reed watched close and after a couple more wild strokes, he threw his head back and poured his hot seed inside Reed.

Reed collapsed onto Logan’s chest, breathing deeply while he came down. Logan held onto him just as tight, feeling strangely empty without Reed inside him.

“I love you, Logan.”

Logan’s heart began to thump. He’d never felt more content in his life and now this wonderful man was declaring his love for him. He was the happiest man on earth.

“I love you too, Reed.”

Reed looked up and grinned at him. “Are you sore?”

“A little… but it was worth it. I’d definitely do that again but next time, I’m on top.”

Reed chuckled against him. “There will definitely be a lot more where that came from.”

Reed reached up and kissed Logan deeply, pulling the blanket over their bodies.

Logan lowered his hand under the covers and landed a hard smack to Reed’s bottom. “This is mine,” he growled.

Reed threw his head back, moaning and Logan smacked him again. “I wanna hear you say it,” he ground out his words. “Whose is it?”

“It’s yours,” he cried. “I’m yours.”

“Good.” Logan reached up and pulled him down, kissing him roughly.

It was the early hours of the morning when neither of them could string a proper sentence together, sleep pulling them down, that they decided to go back inside. Packing up their stuff, they headed back inside the house, full of love and happiness for what they’d just shared.