At one point, Logan turned onto his stomach, and he felt the faint hesitation in Adrian’s grip as their hands parted. He glanced back just in time to see Adrian’s reluctant expression, as if even the brief separation was too much. But the moment Logan settled, Adrian’s fingers found his again, linking them with quiet insistence, as if he couldn’t bear the distance for even a second longer.
“You’re burning,” Adrian said, his voice soft but tinged with worry. “Want me to put sunscreen on your back?”
“Nah, I’m good,” Logan replied, his tone breezy and unconcerned.
Adrian snorted, shaking his head. “Yeah, right. You tough guy.” His voice dipped into affection as he added, “You’ll be all sore and miserable later if I don’t. So, I’m putting some on you anyway.”
A moment later, Adrian returned with the sunscreen, the bottle cool and gleaming in his hand. Without a word, he straddled Logan’s back, his weight settling just enough to make Logan exhale a soft, shivering breath. Adrian’s crotch pressed against the curve of Logan’s ass, a deliberate, tantalizing closeness that sent a rush of heat through them both.
Logan felt the first touch of Adrian’s hands as he smeared the lotion over his palms, then onto Logan’s sun-warmed skin. It started simple, practical—but as Adrian’s hands moved over Logan’s back, smoothing the sunscreen into his shoulders, the practicality melted into something else. Adrian’s touch was slow, reverent, tracing the curve of Logan’s muscles, pressing into the tension that had built up from hours of paddling through the waves.
“You’re going to kill me,” Logan murmured, his voice low and heavy with need. The words slipped out before he could stop them, a quiet confession to the way Adrian’s hands undid him.
Adrian smiled softly, though Logan couldn’t see it. He let his palms roam higher, massaging the ache from Logan’s shoulders, his thumbs working into the tender spots until Logan let out a broken moan, unable to hide how much he loved it.
Adrian shifted slightly, his body moving with a slow, careful rhythm that made Logan’s breath hitch. His hands explored further, sliding down the length of Logan’s spine, feeling the subtle flex of muscle beneath his fingertips. Adrian’s breath caught in his throat as his palms skimmed over the dip of Logan’s lower back, stopping just at the edge of his board shorts. From his vantage point, Adrian couldn’t ignore the perfect curve of Logan’s ass, the way his body seemed to invite every touch, every caress.
His body reacted instinctively, heat pooling low in his stomach as he pressed against Logan, his hard cock straining against the thin fabric of his shorts. Logan opened his legs slightly in response, a silent invitation that made Adrian’s head spin. The soft sigh Logan let out as Adrian pressed into his hips was nearly enough to undo him.
Adrian’s hands moved, sliding down the length of Logan’s arms, tracing the sinews and veins beneath his skin. He didn’t stop until he reached Logan’s palms, intertwining their fingers, grounding them both in this intimate, unspoken moment.
Logan felt everything—Adrian’s touch, his weight, the unmistakable press of his arousal against him. The air felt thick, heavy with heat and salt and longing, the kind of charged stillness that came before the ocean erupted into a wave. He closed his eyes, exhaling a soft breath, hoping theskipper was far enough away not to hear the quiet, electric hum of tension between them.
Adrian leaned down, his breath ghosting over Logan’s ear, his voice a whisper carried on the breeze. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Logan didn’t reply. He didn’t need to. His body answered for him, arching ever so slightly into Adrian’s touch.
“God, Adrian, I’m so turned on right now,” Logan whispered, his voice trembling as Adrian’s lips brushed the back of his neck. Adrian moved his hips deliberately, his arousal pressing against Logan’s ass through the thin fabric of their board shorts, creating a friction that sent sparks shooting through Logan’s body.
“Damn, me too,” Adrian murmured, his breath warm and ragged against Logan’s ear. “I want to make you come right now. I want to taste you.” His voice was thick with desire, his hands firm as he rubbed slow, languid circles along Logan’s sides. His calf nudged Logan’s, urging him to spread his legs further, the motion possessive and teasing.
“You’re insatiable,” Logan teased, his words laced with a grin despite the flush spreading across his skin. “You tasted me this morning, the night before, and practically twice a day ever since we started.”
Adrian chuckled lowly, the sound reverberating through both of them. His movements weren’t frantic; they were lingering and conscious, each press of his hips a promise, a challenge, a confession. “Iaminsatiable when it comes to you, and shall I remind you of the day of deep throating you twice more in addition to the usual two?” he admitted, his voice heavy with emotion and lust. Then, with a slyness that was unmistakable, he added, “But I wasn’t talking about your beautiful cock.”
The smirk was audible in Adrian’s tone, and Logan felt his entire body melt beneath him. He was reduced to a trembling mess under Adrian’s touch, his mind swirling in a haze of want and heat.
In the month since they had begun exploring this new side of their relationship, they’d taken their time, learning each other’s bodies with a care that made Logan’s chest ache. They hadn’t yet ventured beyond hand jobs, blow jobs, and the intoxicating friction of their bodies pressing together, but Logan’s curiosity burned brighter every day. Adrian, ever patient, had once traced a finger along the edge of Logan’s hole, and the memory of that touch, the way it had sent him over the edge instantly, haunted Logan in the best way.
Adrian was careful, too careful. No matter how much Logan begged him to lose control, Adrian’s gentle soul held them within their unspoken boundaries. But now, feeling Adrian’s weight above him, his body frantic and unrestrained, Logan wanted more, needed more.
“Fuck,” Logan moaned, his voice barely above a whisper. Adrian laughed softly, nipping at his shoulder in playful retaliation. “You think the skipper is watching us?” Logan asked, half-teasing, half-wary, as his body arched slightly under Adrian’s ministrations.
Adrian paused, shifting above him to glance around, his movements sending a shiver down Logan’s spine. “We’re barely visible from here,” Adrian said, his voice sinful, dripping with intent. “And there aren’t any boats around. But…” He leaned down, his lips brushing against Logan’s ear. “No one will see what I’m about to do to you.”
The promise in his voice was undeniable, and Logan’s body responded instantly, his pulse thrumming. Whatever Adrian had planned, Logan wasmore than ready to surrender to the tide, to let it take him wherever it willed.
Logan’s heart pounded like the crash of waves against jagged cliffs, wild and untamed. He was pinned beneath Adrian’s weight, the heat of his body pressing him into the smooth surface of the yacht’s deck. Every nerve in his body was alive, electric, as he felt Adrian’s breath against his neck, the stubble of his jaw grazing his skin.
“Do you want it?” Adrian’s voice was quiet, a low whisper that carried the weight of the moment.
“Yes, please,” Logan moaned.
Adrian pressed a kiss to Logan’s neck, his lips soft but deliberate, followed by a flick of his tongue that sent a jolt down Logan’s spine. He released Logan’s hand, though his presence remained an invisible tether that kept Logan grounded.
“I really want to taste you right now,” Adrian murmured, his lips brushing against Logan’s ear, “but this… this will have to do for now.” He slid a finger into his mouth, wetting it thoroughly, his eyes locked on Logan’s as he reached down and pulled Logan’s shorts just far enough to expose the smooth, golden globes of his ass.
“Lo,” Adrian murmured, his cheek pressed against Logan’s, voice steady, grounding. Logan could feel the faint scratch of Adrian’s stubble, the warmth of his breath ghosting over his skin. The world around them had faded; it was just the two of them, the ocean stretching endlessly beneath the hull of the yacht, the wind curling through their hair, and the sun crowned the sky, flooding the earth with white fire.
