A Trip to Remember by Meg Harding Page A

dressed but not holding swim trunks. He thought that was pretty promising.
    “Care to join me?” he asked in the corniest tone he could muster up.
    Logan’s shirt hit him in the face. He let it fall in the water, the light gray material turning dark. “Rude.”
    “You’re rude.”
    “That comeback was awful,” said Colin, watching as Logan stripped out of his pants. Fit, he was so fucking fit. Colin didn’t think it was fair. His legs were long, and the muscles in his thighs and calves were so clearly defined, flexing every time he moved. His skin was tan, dusted lightly with blond hair. “Could you take any longer?”
    Logan looked up, smirking, and stepped out of his pants. His underwear followed, much quicker. Colin’s mouth went dry. “Not fair,” he muttered.
    Wading into the tub, Logan tossed his shirt onto the floor where it landed with a wet flop. He moved to straddle Colin’s lap. Colin immediately grasped his hips, fingers running over smooth skin. So much skin, all of it pressed up against him, none of it hidden by clothes.
    He let his hands wander, running them down Logan’s thighs, till he could grip behind his knees, then back up, up to his shoulders and then back down.
    Logan settled on his lap, wrapping his arms around Colin’s back. “You’re very tactile,” he said. “I would have never guessed.”
    “Why’s that?” asked Colin, running one of his hands up Logan’s stomach, watching as his abdomen shifted with the touches.
    “Doesn’t fit, is all. Just a feeling. Obviously wrong.” Logan played with the hair at his nape, scratching lightly along the back of his neck. Colin tilted his head forward to give him more room.
    “Obviously,” he breathed, kissing Logan’s shoulder since it was right there. He sucked lightly on the freckled skin, grazed his teeth over it. When he came up, he asked, “Are we going to do more than kiss this time?”
    “Mhm,” said Logan, ducking his head to kiss his way up Colin’s neck. “It’s about time, don’t you think?”
    “Definitely,” replied Colin, moving to meet Logan’s lips. There was something about having a naked Logan straddling him that made it very difficult to keep the kiss slow. So he didn’t try very hard. He was breathing fast in a matter of seconds, bringing his hands up to hold Logan’s head in place as their lips moved together, and he tried to breathe him in.
    Logan braced his hands on Colin’s shoulders, pushing himself up and down, his cock slowly thickening as it brushed against Colin’s stomach. “Wait, wait. One second,” gasped Colin against Logan’s lips.
    Logan pulled away from the kiss, stopping his rocking motion with one last shuddering movement. “What am I waiting for?” he panted, eyes narrowed with impatience, fingers digging into Colin’s shoulders.
    Colin wriggled a hand down between them and gave his own cock a quick tug. Logan pushed his hand away, wiggled his hips, and there. His cock brushed against Colin’s with every movement, sandwiched tightly between their stomachs. Groaning loudly, Colin gripped Logan’s hips hard enough to bruise and rocked his own up to meet him.
    The water in the hot tub was starting to splash with their movements, rocking up and over the side.
    Colin sucked hard on Logan’s neck, biting down and licking over the spot with his tongue, his groans muffled by the action. “Fucking vampire,” gasped Logan, gripping his hair and yanking his head back to kiss him. Colin whined into the kiss, hips twitching up hard enough to bounce Logan.
    He almost fell to the side, stopping himself with a hand braced on the slick edge of the tub. Logan started to laugh, body shaking over Colin’s. “I think we should move this to the bed,” he said.
    Colin certainly wasn’t going to argue.
    They left their clothes in the pool room and padded naked through the house, leaving behind wet footprints. The occasional wet spot was left on the wall as they pushed one another against