Logan smiled, then captured Derrick’s lips in another kiss. That was good enough for him. He knew what Derrick meant; he had been right the whole time, which was comforting.
“You can have me,” he promised, their lips brushing together with each word. “Do you know how you want to do it?”
“I always assumed I would top,” Derrick said, and Logan couldn’t even claim to be surprised by that. From the beginning, they had been wrestling, fighting for control, neither of them anywhere even close to passive.
“Me, too,” Logan admitted. He thought about it for a moment, but he didn’t need long to make up his mind. “If you want to top, though—”
At the same time, Derrick was speaking.
“I’d let you top.”
They both stopped speaking, and then Derrick actually laughed. He was a young man who seemed to take himself pretty seriously, but his whole face lit up when he grinned like that. It was pretty funny, Logan had to admit, how they both suddenly gave in to the other at the same time.
“I’ll go first. I’ll let you have me,” Logan announced after they had both looked at each other for a while, waiting to see what happened next. “But on one condition.” Derrick raised his eyebrow in a silent question, and Logan continued, “I want to have you next time.”
It was a risky play. Derrick had never said anything about this being more than a one-time thing. Logan was assuming a lot, or, more accurately, he was hoping for a lot.
“Deal.” That was it, just the one word, but a knot of tension seemed to loosen in Logan’s stomach. What was going on between them, he wasn’t sure. He couldn’t put a name to it and didn’t dare to ask. But whatever it was, it would go on for longer than just the time they spent up in the hayloft today.
They kissed again, tongues slipping together, much less of a struggle now between them now that they had decided to do this, and how. Derrick’s hands settled on Logan’s bare ass, and it seemed like the most natural thing in the world for Logan to move to straddle Derrick.
He liked this idea, he decided, as he felt the hot press of Derrick’s cock against his ass. It was all way too sudden, and such a terrible idea, but it also somehow felt right. Inevitable. He and Derrick had been meant to do this the whole time.
Before he settled down on him, though, he reached into his pants, which he’d kept nearby, and tugged out the condom and the lube. When he’d stopped to get them, he’d wondered if he was being a little bit assumptive, but it seemed like Derrick had meant exactly what Logan had thought he did.
It felt strange to unroll the sheath over another man’s cock instead of his own, but Logan managed it. He got it all the way down to the base, but as he was busy doing that, Derrick took the bottle of lube that Logan had put down nearby and opened it up.
The liquid inside shimmered as Derrick poured it over his fingers. Logan only barely paid attention, pretty much assuming that Derrick would just slick the stuff over his sheathed cock, but instead, he watched as that glistening hand reached around Logan’s hip.
Before he knew what was going on, Derrick’s long, slender fingers were pressing between the cheeks of his ass, parting them and then slipping slickly down to a place that no one had ever touched before. Just the tip of one finger circled the entrance to his body, and Logan couldn’t help the gasp that spilled from his lips at the unfamiliar sensation.
“Is it okay?” Derrick asked as the slippery tip of one finger breached Logan. It felt strange at first, not painful, but foreign. Nothing that he couldn’t handle, though, and he nodded slightly, even tilting his hips back to encourage the finger to slip inside him deeper.
“It’s okay. It’s good,” Logan assured the other man. Derrick let his finger dip inside more, and Logan found himself pretty proud that he was taking it. Inch by inch, he was being penetrated for the first time, and honestly, he didn’t understand the big deal. At first, it had felt weird, sure, but as he got used to it, it didn’t seem like it was anything to write home about. He had heard that it hurt, and he wasn’t finding that at all. He had also heard that it was the best feeling in the world, and he definitely wouldn’t go that far.
“Hold on to me,” Derrick demanded, and just like that, all of Logan’s preconceived notions flew right out of the window. All it took was the slightest crook of Derrick’s finger, pressure against something deep inside himself which he had never even imagined existing, and just like that, his dick was hard and throbbing, and he was wondering if he was going to embarrass himself by just shooting off by being fingered.
Logan might have closed his eyes to better focus on the sensations rocketing through him if he hadn’t caught sight of Derrick’s eyes right then. Concentration and triumph were written all over Derrick’s face, and Logan couldn’t even begrudge him that. He deserved it, with the incredible things that he was doing to Logan’s body.
“I can’t help but be curious what that feels like,” Derrick observed, as he added another finger inside of Logan’s body. Once more, there was that sensation of fullness, but his body had adjusted to one finger and he would to two, as well.
“You’ll find out,” Logan growled, but despite his defiant words he was starting to rock his hips, to fuck himself on those two fingers which were penetrating him so deeply, so perfectly. He had never imagined what this would feel like, not really. He could never have imagined that anything could feel this good.
His cock, completely untouched, leaked all over his stomach, and he softly whimpered as he moved more urgently. His balls were drawing up against him, getting tight and hot, and he felt the heat starting to build far too quickly.
Once more, at that moment, right on the brink of the most intense orgasm that he had ever even known possible, Logan found those three forbidden words rising to his lips again.I love you.He choked them back, though only by bending down to clamp his lips onto Derrick’s again, kissing him hard until the madness passed.
“More,” he gasped when the kiss broke, and he had successfully kept himself from saying what he knew he never could. “More, Derrick.” The fingers inside of him were good, but they weren’t enough. Not nearly enough. He would never have thought it of himself, but what he needed more than anything else in the world at the moment was to be filled up completely, taken, to belong fully to someone else in a way that he wouldn’t have even known was possible before Derrick.
How had this happened? Derrick was impossible, and prickly, and snobbish. Derrick thought he was too good for Logan, for the ranch and everyone there. Derrick would be gone to school soon enough, and maybe, just maybe, before he went he would do his best to sell the rest of his family out.
But he didn’t know that, and much to his shame, even if he had been sure of it, he probably wouldn’t have been able to stop himself. Not now, when they had finally, after years of dancing around it, gotten to the point where they were admitting that they wanted to do this.
“I think you’re ready,” Derrick murmured, and his fingers slid from Logan’s body, leaving him feeling desperately empty, clenching around nothing. It was actually painful not to be filled up, but luckily, it wouldn’t last for long.
Derrick’s fingers slid around his own sheathed cock, holding it up and ready for Logan to slip down onto. There had been nerves before, but they had all been burned out in the blaze of arousal and rising pleasure. Logan didn’t even hesitate.
After so many years, it was so strange that he would be doing this. And more than that, that it could feel so natural, so easy. So completely the right thing to do, despite all the bullshit between the two of them. His body knew what it wanted, and as soon as the thick head of Derrick’s cock was nudging between the cheeks of Logan’s ass, Logan knew what he needed.
