happy, loved-up. The next, you’re dragging me caveman-style across the lawn, as if the hounds of hell are closing in. What the fuck is up? Please, please tell me what is wrong. Please?”
Caleb looked at him, chest heaving with emotion. “I’m scared, Logan. Shit-scared that what we have will get fucked up. I don’t know how the hell I will cope if it does.”
Logan let out his breath with a silent whistle. “Look at me, love.” He took Caleb’s face in his hands and kissed his lips gently. “The only way our relationship will get fucked up is if we let it. I’m not going to let it happen, and I’m damn sure you aren’t either. Yeah?”
Caleb nodded slowly. “Yeah. But…”
“No buts, Cal. No buts. Now let’s go to bed and sleep. As they say, tomorrow is another day.”
“Yeah.” Caleb turned and they reentered the cottage. He locked the door behind them. “It sure is.” He took a deep breath. “Tomorrow we go to the house.”
“Ah.”
“Ah indeed.”
Chapter Eight
Caleb was doubtful either of them slept much. Their lovemaking had been soft, gentle, and very, very loving, as they had fondled and caressed each other to an emotional climax. After showering together, they had climbed into bed and into each other’s arms, ostensibly to sleep. But he knew Logan did nothing but doze on and off, and he had done the same. Wearily, he looked at the time. Ten past five. Oh, how he needed to sleep. He had clients arriving that evening and knew they would require a lot of attention. He would need to be awake and alert for them. It would be short-changing them otherwise, unprofessional. Something he refused to do.
“What time is it?” Logan’s voice was husky.
“Just after five. Try and sleep.” He kissed Logan’s neck and hugged him.
“Why? You aren’t.”
“I know, but I wish I was.”
“Well, tough shit. But hallelujah. You’re awake, I’m awake, and oh my, they are awake.”
Logan’s hand, soft but firm, closed around his burgeoning dick. He mimicked Logan’s action. “Well, so they are. Better give them a reason for being awake then, eh?” He rolled and pinned Logan to the bed, moving his hand up and down his lover’s cock. “Oh, I think he likes this.”
“Yup, sure does.” Logan repeated his earlier actions, ministering to Caleb’s cock with a firm stroke.
Their mouths met and fused. Tongues swirled, lips nipped. Time passed in a haze of passion. He felt Logan harden, stretch, and quiver as he caressed him. Logan’s touch, sensual and demanding, brought him to the very edge of climax. He didn’t need to mind-read or hear Logan’s moan of “sheesh, now; it’s now”, to realize he was also close to coming. Their climaxes were as near to simultaneous as they could be. Gradually, coming down from his high, he relaxed. He fell into a contented doze; feeling his partner reach that same sated state was the best way to guarantee relaxation.
“What time is it, Cal?”
“Huh?” he asked, his voice sleep-laden.
“The time? It’s very light.”
“Fuck.” He looked at the clock. “Half past nine. Bollocks, we need to move.” He sprang out of bed, his dick swaying in its best early-morning hard-on.
Logan was staring at him in amazement. “I thought you said fuck, Cal. That’s not fucking. That’s hitting the ground running.”
“Yes, well, we need to be back at the house by two at the latest.” He saw the look in Logan’s eyes, reading the stoic misery there. He could have cut his tongue out. Reality with a bump.
“I’ll get up, then.” Logan’s voice was noncommittal. “As in up out of bed,” he said, forcing lightness into his tone. “The rest of me is already up.”
Ah well, the day could only get better. Maybe. If Caleb had been superstitious, he’d have crossed his fingers. Instead, as he waited for the coffee to percolate, he watched a column of ants make their way across the patio. A good omen maybe? Ants had patience and
Caleb looked at him, chest heaving with emotion. “I’m scared, Logan. Shit-scared that what we have will get fucked up. I don’t know how the hell I will cope if it does.”
Logan let out his breath with a silent whistle. “Look at me, love.” He took Caleb’s face in his hands and kissed his lips gently. “The only way our relationship will get fucked up is if we let it. I’m not going to let it happen, and I’m damn sure you aren’t either. Yeah?”
Caleb nodded slowly. “Yeah. But…”
“No buts, Cal. No buts. Now let’s go to bed and sleep. As they say, tomorrow is another day.”
“Yeah.” Caleb turned and they reentered the cottage. He locked the door behind them. “It sure is.” He took a deep breath. “Tomorrow we go to the house.”
“Ah.”
“Ah indeed.”
Chapter Eight
Caleb was doubtful either of them slept much. Their lovemaking had been soft, gentle, and very, very loving, as they had fondled and caressed each other to an emotional climax. After showering together, they had climbed into bed and into each other’s arms, ostensibly to sleep. But he knew Logan did nothing but doze on and off, and he had done the same. Wearily, he looked at the time. Ten past five. Oh, how he needed to sleep. He had clients arriving that evening and knew they would require a lot of attention. He would need to be awake and alert for them. It would be short-changing them otherwise, unprofessional. Something he refused to do.
“What time is it?” Logan’s voice was husky.
“Just after five. Try and sleep.” He kissed Logan’s neck and hugged him.
“Why? You aren’t.”
“I know, but I wish I was.”
“Well, tough shit. But hallelujah. You’re awake, I’m awake, and oh my, they are awake.”
Logan’s hand, soft but firm, closed around his burgeoning dick. He mimicked Logan’s action. “Well, so they are. Better give them a reason for being awake then, eh?” He rolled and pinned Logan to the bed, moving his hand up and down his lover’s cock. “Oh, I think he likes this.”
“Yup, sure does.” Logan repeated his earlier actions, ministering to Caleb’s cock with a firm stroke.
Their mouths met and fused. Tongues swirled, lips nipped. Time passed in a haze of passion. He felt Logan harden, stretch, and quiver as he caressed him. Logan’s touch, sensual and demanding, brought him to the very edge of climax. He didn’t need to mind-read or hear Logan’s moan of “sheesh, now; it’s now”, to realize he was also close to coming. Their climaxes were as near to simultaneous as they could be. Gradually, coming down from his high, he relaxed. He fell into a contented doze; feeling his partner reach that same sated state was the best way to guarantee relaxation.
“What time is it, Cal?”
“Huh?” he asked, his voice sleep-laden.
“The time? It’s very light.”
“Fuck.” He looked at the clock. “Half past nine. Bollocks, we need to move.” He sprang out of bed, his dick swaying in its best early-morning hard-on.
Logan was staring at him in amazement. “I thought you said fuck, Cal. That’s not fucking. That’s hitting the ground running.”
“Yes, well, we need to be back at the house by two at the latest.” He saw the look in Logan’s eyes, reading the stoic misery there. He could have cut his tongue out. Reality with a bump.
“I’ll get up, then.” Logan’s voice was noncommittal. “As in up out of bed,” he said, forcing lightness into his tone. “The rest of me is already up.”
Ah well, the day could only get better. Maybe. If Caleb had been superstitious, he’d have crossed his fingers. Instead, as he waited for the coffee to percolate, he watched a column of ants make their way across the patio. A good omen maybe? Ants had patience and
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