He wasn’t thinking about that for long, though. Not when Derrick’s hand was soon wrapped around his erection, holding him inexpertly, at first, but he quickly adapted. Did that mean that Derrick was being touched by another man for the first time? That seemed appropriate since that was the case for Logan. Though, he should probably try not to be so touched that this was Derrick’s first time. It probably didn’t mean anything to Derrick.
No matter how good it felt to have Derrick’s hand on him, Logan wasn’t about to sit back and just enjoy it. He softly groaned as he rocked toward him, and he slid his own hand down that glorious body to grip the heavy, unfamiliar weight of Derrick’s erection in his hand.
It wasn’t that much different than masturbating, though. Only better, because he got to hear it as Derrick’s lips parted and his breathing sped up as Logan got better at playing with him. He got to watch those brilliant green eyes seem almost to glow as they worked each other up, stroking rapidly now, base to tip and back down, lips meeting over and over again.
Tension built, and Logan gave a soft groan as he buried his face in Derrick’s broad shoulder, breathing in the scent of heat, of sunshine, of hay, and most of all, of Derrick. Was it aftershave, that musky scent, or was it just Derrick’s natural smell? He couldn’t tell, and he also couldn’t get enough.
He wasn’t going to last long. He realized that quickly enough. He was so close already, though all they had done was stroke each other’s erections, and a simple hand job would not normally be that deeply thrilling to Logan.
There was no way in hell he was going to be the only one, though. He was going to bring Derrick right along with him if he had anything to say about it, and as it turned out, he did. He nipped lightly on Derrick’s shoulder, pleased when he saw the bright red mark that his teeth left there. It would fade, probably in a few hours, but for the moment, he was pleased that he had marked this beautiful, infuriatingly sexy young man.
Derrick let out a soft gasp, and Logan tasted triumph. The sound of that quiet exhalation meant that he wasn’t going to be the only one to find his release up here in this hayloft this afternoon. He was bringing Derrick right along with him, and he raised his head to look down into those luminous eyes, watching the pleasure grow behind them.
When Derrick came, Logan was watching, and he got to see as Derrick’s face seemed to glow from the inside out. Derrick usually tried to keep this world-weary, knowledgeable expression on at all times, but that was utterly obliterated when he came to his release. He looked into Derrick’s face, and he felt like he knew him, really, truly knew him. Like he saw him, without all of the bullshit, the essence of who Derrick was when he wasn’t trying to be better than everyone else.
He only had a split second to appreciate it, though, and maybe that was the real tragedy. Derrick, for just that moment, was open and vulnerable, but such a short time after the hot wash of release that coated Logan’s hand, he was wracked with his own pleasure which robbed him of his sight for just a moment and left him breathless and gasping on top of Derrick.
By the time he was starting to slow his heart rate down, pull himself back together, that mask that Derrick had worn was firmly back in place, that faint, almost unnoticeable aura of intellectual superiority. For the first time, Logan found himself wondering just how much of an act it was. How much of that Derrick put on, and if he did, then why?
Either way, Logan had to admit to himself, as he gazed down into the younger man’s flushed face, that he was intrigued. It was a terrible idea, but somehow, Derrick had gotten to him. Wormed his way into Logan’s awareness and it was going to be difficult for him to see the gorgeous, prickly young man the same way ever again.
Neither of them had said anything the whole time. Other than a few wordless gasps and groans and moans, this had all taken place in silence. There was a lot that Logan wanted to say, a lot that he knew wouldn’t be appropriate. So he said nothing, just rolled off of Derrick as he tried to squirm out from under him and silently watched as he got dressed.
Derrick headed for the ladder, and Logan let him go. Of course, he did. What was the other option? But he had to admit that he was a little sad about it. Was this all there would be between them? Silence and, when neither of them could take it any longer, frantic, desperate sex?
It was a little weird that Logan was even a little bit sad thinking about that. Sex had always been enough for him before. His relationships had never lasted more than a few weeks, and he had always figured that it just wasn’t in him to be interested in one. Much less with a man, and just to add to the whole thing, a man who was so far out of bounds that it wasn’t even funny.
He couldn’t help but think suddenly about Malcolm. He hadn’t been considering his best friend at the time, but the guy was going to be pissed off. On the other hand, Logan and Derrick were both adults, and from the way that Derrick was acting, there didn’t seem to be any point in telling Malcolm even if it was any of his business. It wasn’t like this was likely to happen again.
Derrick had swung his body onto the ladder down from the loft to the main part of the barn, but he paused there, half of him out of sight through the hole in the wooden floor. He looked up at Logan, and for a moment, Logan was sure that was all that Derrick was going to do. Just look, before he swung down out of the loft and onto the ground again.
“Thanks,” Derrick said, his tone elaborately casual. Like he was trying, just a touch too hard, to act like what had happened meant nothing to him. Or was that just wishful thinking on Logan’s part?
“Anytime,” Logan drawled, letting his gaze slip down over the parts of Derrick’s body that he could see. This whole thing was pretty crazy to him, given that he had never given in to anything like this with another man before, but he was pretty good at adapting, going with the flow.
“I hope you mean that,” Derrick smirked and then shot him a wink before he finally disappeared down the ladder. Logan heard the sound of his footsteps retreating, the squeak of the barn door opening. Derrick was gone, but that comment that he had shot over his shoulder in parting would stick with Logan for a long time.
It sounded like Derrick didn’t mind the idea of that happening again. No, it sounded like he was excited about the idea. Like he would make it happen, and for Logan, that was incredibly exciting.
Being with Derrick had been like being on an amusement park ride. He was used to taking control, to being the one who pushed things, but that wasn’t the case with Derrick. If anything, Logan had found himself struggling to keep up, and that was deeply thrilling to him. Derrick could take as good as he got, and Logan could never have known how incredibly hot he would find that.
“Count on it, kid,” he murmured, though he knew that Derrick was long gone and wouldn’t be able to hear him. There was an affection in his voice that hadn’t been there before when it came to Derrick. No doubt about it, the brat was getting to him, no matter how much of a surprise it was to him. “Count on it.”
Everything had changed and in the course of fewer than twenty-four hours. And it was probably going to lead with Logan getting his heart broken if he wasn’t careful, but somehow he didn’t see himself being able to be cautious about anyone that he wanted this badly.
He would stay on for the ride, hold on as long as he could, and if he lost Derrick in the end as he almost surely would, he could at least say that it had been a hell of a ride.
