That earned a groan and a muttered, “You’re a jerk,” but Nick didn’t stop smiling.
Logan reached over, hand drifting across the blanket to tap Nick’s chin. “Relax. You’re decent.”
Nick glanced down. Decent didn’t cover it. His chest was bare, and, yeah, he was wearing only underwear.
“You undressed me?” He said it like Logan might’ve committed a felony.
Logan’s palm landed on Nick’s hip, anchoring him. “I’m a gentleman, Costa. Didn’t peek. Swear on my union rep.” His grin had teeth.
Nick’s laugh started low. “You’re full of shit,” he said but didn’t sound at all upset that Logan had probably peeled off his jeans and gotten an eyeful.
“Couldn’t help it,” Logan replied, his tone lazy and warm. “You kept making faces in your sleep. All vulnerable. I kept waiting for you to deliver some monologue about tragic pain.”
Nick rolled onto his stomach, hiding half his face in the crook of his arm. “Shut up.”
Logan wasn’t letting him off that easy. He scooted closer, bracing his weight just above Nick so their noses nearly touched. “You wish.”
Nick peered at him, sleep-wrecked and blinking. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re half-naked. Has anyone ever told you you’re cute when you’re pouting?”
Nick covered his face, laughter muffled by his hands. “Now who’s being disgusting?”
Logan leaned in, his lips brushing the corner of Nick’s mouth. “Still you. You win the prize.”
Nick twisted, his lips parting. Logan caught them with his, hot and sure, his hands finding Nick’s waist, his thumbs digging into the muscle above his hip bones. Nick tasted like old cotton and morning breath, but Logan didn’t care. He’d spent the whole night wanting to bite this mouth, and now he could.
Nick gasped but didn’t hesitate. His arms looped around Logan’s neck, pulling him in closer. He opened for Logan, his tongue darting out, teasing.
Logan pinned him to the bed, one hand sliding up Nick’s ribs, the other drifting down the arch of his back. Nick arched up into him, grinding just enough that it sent a ripple of want through Logan’s entire body.
“Tell me you want this,” Logan murmured, but Nick just answered with another kiss, messy and intent, sucking at Logan’s bottom lip like it was dessert.
Logan laughed, low and rough, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Greedy little vampire.”
Nick nipped at Logan’s jaw. “Big talk for a guy who practically stripped me in my sleep.”
“Trust me, sweetheart,” Logan said, “if I’d stripped you, there wouldn’t be anything left to cover up.”
Nick’s cock went rock hard, tenting the underwear so obviously that neither of them could pretend not to see it.
Logan ghosted his knuckles across the bulge, feeling Nick shudder. “You ever suck cock?” he asked, his hand already sliding beneath the waistband.
Nick bared his teeth. “It’s nine a.m. Isn’t there a law against that?”
“Not in this county.” Logan palmed Nick’s cock through the fabric, feeling it twitch.
Nick bent, kissing the spot under Logan’s ear. Logan sucked in a breath. Damn, he was hot for it.
Nick shoved him until Logan wound up flat on his back. Nick sat up, straddling his thighs, his hair a mess, his eyes dark and hungry. He hooked his thumbs under the front of Logan’s sweats, dragging them down just enough to expose the head of Logan’s cock.
Logan grinned. “Didn’t have us pegged for a morning guys.”
Nick popped the elastic. “Don’t start. You’ll ruin the moment.”
Logan reached, his hand snaking up Nick’s thigh then around the curve of his ass. Nick groaned, his head dipping. Logan stared him down, letting the anticipation build.
Nick braced himself then wrapped his lips around the tip of Logan’s cock, his tongue flicking over the slit. Logan’s entire body jerked. The sensation was pure want, all the blood surging south, every nerve alive and clawing for more.
