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Authors: Meg Harding
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Colin’s shoulders twitched with the touches. He was just getting ready to roll over to initiate a round two, when his phone trilled on the nightstand.
“Ignore it,” he said, but Logan was already moving away, reaching for it and glancing down at the screen.
The phone hit his arm, then bounced off to land in front of his stomach.
“Your mom,” said Logan. “Don’t be an ass. Pick up.”
Colin picked it up, greeting his mom all while making grabby hands at Logan as he rolled naked from the bed. He watched his ass flex as he strode to the closet, wanted to laugh a little at the sharp tan line. He’d spent quite some time the night before—and that morning—biting that ass. It was a stellar ass. Perhaps the best one he’d ever seen.
He realized his mom was talking, asking him something, and he hadn’t heard a word she’d said. Forcing himself to look up at the ceiling, he asked, “Could you repeat that? Sorry the service is in and out here.”
“Are you coming today?” she repeated. “We missed you yesterday. Was your Christmas okay? Did you eat?”
“Yes. I missed you too. My Christmas was fantastic, and Logan cooked. He’s really good at it.”
“So mystery guy has a name,” she prodded.
Colin sighed. He let his head roll to the side to see Logan coming back to the bed—sadly fully dressed. “Mystery guy has a name,” he said.
Logan mouthed, “Lucky me.” He crawled onto the bed.
“Are we going to get to meet him?”
“Eventually,” said Colin, realizing he would like that. “He’s going to go spend a late Christmas with his family too.” Logan sprawled next to him, resting his head on Colin’s chest. Colin sank his free hand into his hair and rubbed.
“Well tell him I said thank you for making sure you had food and company. I’ll see you later.”
When he got off the phone with her, Logan asked, “Eventually what?”
“She wants to meet you,” he said, reaching out to pluck at Logan’s shirt. “Why did you get dressed?”
“Ooh, I get to meet the parents? Aren’t you moving things right along.” He laughed, ducking to kiss Colin’s bare stomach. He trailed his tongue down to Colin’s belly button, laughing as Colin sucked his stomach in, hips twitching. “If I didn’t get dressed, we’d spend all day in bed.”
“That doesn’t sound bad to me.”
“Not feasible,” reminded Logan. He pulled away and smacked Colin’s stomach. “Call the tow people to come get your car. You can borrow mine to get to your parents. I won’t be going anywhere, anyway.”
“Look at you, ensuring I come back to see you soon. What if I just keep your car?”
“You’ll come back,” laughed Logan. He got off of the bed, tugged on Colin’s arms to half drag him toward the edge. “Get a move on. I don’t want your mom thinking I held you up.”
Reluctantly Colin dragged himself from the bed, making sure to stretch in front of Logan, flaunting his naked body. Logan looked him up and down, his lips curling with amusement. A second later a T-shirt hit Colin in the face.
“I’ll meet you downstairs.”
“P LEASE ,” SAID Logan, “don’t wreck my car.” His arms were wrapped around Colin, his body pressed tight to him as they hugged. Colin couldn’t see his face, but he imagined Logan probably looked amused. He’d never get tired of making fun of him.
“I won’t,” he assured him, burying his nose in his hair and breathing in. They separated a moment later, Logan taking a couple steps back. Colin forced himself to turn and make for the car.
He’d gotten all of ten steps when something wet and cold collided with the back of his head and slithered down his neck. Logan’s laughter was loud and bright behind him. That bastard…. Colin bent and scooped up a large ball of snow, pivoting quickly to try and nail Logan.
He missed.
Logan sent another snowball sailing toward him, Colin dodged, returning the volley. That time he hit Logan, grinning triumphantly
“Ignore it,” he said, but Logan was already moving away, reaching for it and glancing down at the screen.
The phone hit his arm, then bounced off to land in front of his stomach.
“Your mom,” said Logan. “Don’t be an ass. Pick up.”
Colin picked it up, greeting his mom all while making grabby hands at Logan as he rolled naked from the bed. He watched his ass flex as he strode to the closet, wanted to laugh a little at the sharp tan line. He’d spent quite some time the night before—and that morning—biting that ass. It was a stellar ass. Perhaps the best one he’d ever seen.
He realized his mom was talking, asking him something, and he hadn’t heard a word she’d said. Forcing himself to look up at the ceiling, he asked, “Could you repeat that? Sorry the service is in and out here.”
“Are you coming today?” she repeated. “We missed you yesterday. Was your Christmas okay? Did you eat?”
“Yes. I missed you too. My Christmas was fantastic, and Logan cooked. He’s really good at it.”
“So mystery guy has a name,” she prodded.
Colin sighed. He let his head roll to the side to see Logan coming back to the bed—sadly fully dressed. “Mystery guy has a name,” he said.
Logan mouthed, “Lucky me.” He crawled onto the bed.
“Are we going to get to meet him?”
“Eventually,” said Colin, realizing he would like that. “He’s going to go spend a late Christmas with his family too.” Logan sprawled next to him, resting his head on Colin’s chest. Colin sank his free hand into his hair and rubbed.
“Well tell him I said thank you for making sure you had food and company. I’ll see you later.”
When he got off the phone with her, Logan asked, “Eventually what?”
“She wants to meet you,” he said, reaching out to pluck at Logan’s shirt. “Why did you get dressed?”
“Ooh, I get to meet the parents? Aren’t you moving things right along.” He laughed, ducking to kiss Colin’s bare stomach. He trailed his tongue down to Colin’s belly button, laughing as Colin sucked his stomach in, hips twitching. “If I didn’t get dressed, we’d spend all day in bed.”
“That doesn’t sound bad to me.”
“Not feasible,” reminded Logan. He pulled away and smacked Colin’s stomach. “Call the tow people to come get your car. You can borrow mine to get to your parents. I won’t be going anywhere, anyway.”
“Look at you, ensuring I come back to see you soon. What if I just keep your car?”
“You’ll come back,” laughed Logan. He got off of the bed, tugged on Colin’s arms to half drag him toward the edge. “Get a move on. I don’t want your mom thinking I held you up.”
Reluctantly Colin dragged himself from the bed, making sure to stretch in front of Logan, flaunting his naked body. Logan looked him up and down, his lips curling with amusement. A second later a T-shirt hit Colin in the face.
“I’ll meet you downstairs.”
“P LEASE ,” SAID Logan, “don’t wreck my car.” His arms were wrapped around Colin, his body pressed tight to him as they hugged. Colin couldn’t see his face, but he imagined Logan probably looked amused. He’d never get tired of making fun of him.
“I won’t,” he assured him, burying his nose in his hair and breathing in. They separated a moment later, Logan taking a couple steps back. Colin forced himself to turn and make for the car.
He’d gotten all of ten steps when something wet and cold collided with the back of his head and slithered down his neck. Logan’s laughter was loud and bright behind him. That bastard…. Colin bent and scooped up a large ball of snow, pivoting quickly to try and nail Logan.
He missed.
Logan sent another snowball sailing toward him, Colin dodged, returning the volley. That time he hit Logan, grinning triumphantly
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