Written in Scars(11)

“You’re not kids anymore.”

“No,” he said. “But Johan behaves like one. I sometimes wonder if that’s the problem. Did I deprive him of the wild life when he was younger? If he didn’t have to look after me, he could have done all those crazy things as a teenager; the drugging and screwing around.”

That doesn’t excuse what he did tonight. He made a commitment to you and has no respect for it.

Logan said nothing. It was really none of his business.

But he wanted it to be. He was sure of that.

At what cost?

There was only one way to find out.

It took time and two more drinks for them to progress further. They wanted each other, that was obvious, but an emotional barrier stood between them, a hurdle they had to overcome: Sam’s marriage.

As they talked, they loosened up. Eye contact became stronger and bolder; their hands on the granite surface moved closer. Logan could smell Sam’s aftershave, his shampoo, the sexy scent of Jack Daniel’s on his breath. It was too much to resist. He reached across and thrust his hands into Sam’s hair, drawing his head close. The first touch of their mouths was cautious, uncertain, lips pressing lightly together, until, suddenly emboldened, their mouths were open, kissing deeply.

All caution was instantly forgotten.

Logan got to his feet, put his arms around Sam and drew him from the chair. Leaning him against the island, Logan kissed him more deeply, devouring him with hands and lips. Passion consumed him. Sam’s beard scratched his chin. Logan’s hands slid around his body, feeling the tight form beneath his T-shirt, the curve of his spine, the swell of his butt.

“God,” he groaned between kisses. “You’re beautiful.”

He gripped Sam’s arse, two-handed, squeezing firm flesh, pulling their hips together. The friction of their crotches, their hardness rubbing though the layers of clothing, was exquisite. Logan’s nerve endings tingled with electricity, more intensely in his cock. In a few short seconds he’d gone from gentleman to animal.

“That feels good,” Sam said, grinding his erection against Logan’s.

“You’re not kidding.”

Logan’s hands went beneath his T-shirt. Rough palms sliding against smooth, warm skin. Sam’s body felt divine.

“Want to take this to the bedroom?” Logan asked, pulling their torsos tight.

Sam’s hands were on Logan’s arse, squeezing. “Lead the way.”

The bedroom, Logan’s second favourite room in the house, was on the first floor. In daylight the view was quiet spectacular, an uninterrupted plane of land and sea. At night, there was nothing but darkness beyond the windows. Logan pulled the curtains and turned on three lamps, placed to create a warm, comfortable ambience. Sam’s handsome face and eyes were mesmerizing in the gentle glow.

Logan undressed him slowly, kissing all the time. Sam raised his arms for the T-shirt to come off. His torso was just as Logan hoped. No, it was better. Slim built and lean, his stomach was flat and toned, without the overly developed six-pack shown in his husband’s photograph. Logan put a kiss in the hollow of his neck, moving lower, consumed with the hunger to explore. His pecs were firm and small, lightly dusted with soft brown hair. Logan swirled his tongue around a little nipple and gently sucked till he felt the tip harden between his lips. Sam gasped, breaking into gooseflesh. Logan gave the other nipple the same attention, sucking till it matched its twin in hardness.

Sam let out a small, delighted laugh.

“Like that?” Logan asked, flicking his tongue over the tip.

Sam shuddered. “I guess so. No one has ever done it to me before.”

He wondered again what kind of idiot Johan was? Logan would have explored every inch of this body time and again and never tire of it. The way Sam trembled in his hands was proof of Johan’s neglect. He was so unused to being touched, it was criminal.

Moving lower, beneath the ribcage, he found the old scars of Sam’s attack. A long, jagged line around his left side. He pressed a kiss into the indented track and moved on without comment. He undressed Sam slowly, taking down his jeans and then his briefs, before laying him naked on the bed and continuing the exploration of this body with hands, lips and tongue. Every part of him was perfect. His long, muscular limbs, his hairy calves. Logan avoided his groin for as long as he could stand it. He kissed the sole of Sam’s feet, the skin on the side of his knees, and worked his way slowly up his inner thigh, one leg, followed by the other. He watched Sam’s reactions as he drew a moist tongue across the sensitive skin between his legs. Sam drew in great breaths of air, chest expanding, his head moving from side to side on the bed.

“Oh God,” he sighed. “That’s amazing.”

Logan inched higher, teasing him with desire. He smelled the warm, musky scent of his balls, watched them roll and contract, out of control. He was torturing himself, prolonging the torment. Seeing the prize, so close he could feel its heat, but holding out, making them wait.

“Do it,” Sam begged. “Do it please. Logan please.”

With a soft chuckle, Logan rose onto his elbows, looking into Sam’s eyes, into his wide, dilated pupils, he saw the intensity of his desire. Taking Sam’s cock in a firm grip, he opened his mouth and went down, finally giving them both what they wanted.





Chapter Five