All, and they hadn’t even made it to the bed.
Logan’s face burned at the memory, and Adrian’s knowing smirk told him he was replaying the same scene in his mind. “You still haven’t told me what got you going so hard yesterday,” Logan murmured, his voice thick with both curiosity and shyness.
Adrian laughed, the sound low and deliciously unguarded. “Oh, come on, like you don’t know.” His eyes glinted as he tugged Logan closer, biting at his bottom lip playfully. “You wore those white board shorts—you know, the ones that are way too short, a little too tight, and practically see-through when they’re wet.” Adrian’s grin turned predatory. “You were lying on the sand, soaking wet, stretched out on your stomach like some goddamn offering. I could see every part of that ass, Logan. Every. Single. Part.”
Logan opened his mouth to retort, but Adrian cut him off, his teeth nipping at Logan’s jaw before murmuring against his skin. “And don’t pretend you didn’t notice the way people were looking. That other surfer was this close to coming over to talk to you. He was practically drooling.”
Logan blinked, genuinely surprised. “Wait—what surfer?” He smirked, unable to hide the satisfaction bubbling in his chest. “I didn’t notice anyone.”
Adrian groaned dramatically. “Of course, you didn’t. You only ever notice me, don’t you?”
Logan chuckled softly, his confidence blossoming as he stood and then reached for Adrian’s hand, intertwining their fingers and starting to lead him toward the bed. “Well, you’re right about one thing. I only had eyes for you. And maybe, just maybe,” he added with a sly grin, “I wore those shorts because I knew you’d look at me like that.”
Adrian stopped short, pulling Logan to him with enough force to make him stumble slightly. “So, you admit it?” His voice dropped, deep and teasing, as he pressed their bodies flush together. “You were trying to drive me insane.”
“Maybe,” Logan whispered, his grin growing wider as he felt Adrian’s hands drift lower, possessive and intent. “Was it worth it?”
Adrian’s answer was a low growl as he pulled Logan down and kissed him deeply, his hands sliding to grip his hips. “You have no idea,” he muttered, his voice rough and full of promise.
Logan laughed breathlessly, his earlier shyness giving way to a teasing confidence he never thought he’d have. “So… were you jealous?” he asked, his voice light but laced with mischief as he tugged Adrian toward the bed.
Adrian followed willingly, his fingers digging into Logan’s skin. “Jealous? Logan, if that guy had taken one step toward you, I would’ve dragged him into the ocean and left him there.”
Logan laughed again, the sound bubbling up between their shared kisses as they reached the bed. “Good to know,” he murmured, his heart racing as Adrian pushed him back onto the mattress, leaning over him like a man who had just found his treasure, before climbing on top of him.
Logan wasted no time. With a fluid motion, he rolled Adrian over, pinning him to the mattress, his body pressing firmly against Adrian’s. He grinned down at him, a spark of mischief in his eyes as he began to kiss down Adrian’s chest, his lips trailing heat and reverence with every touch.
Logan loved the dynamic they shared, a constant, playful dance of power. They never fought for control in a way that felt combative; instead, they gifted it to each other, willingly, eagerly. Some nights—or mornings, or lazy afternoons—Logan craved surrender. He wanted to lie on the mattress and let Adrian take him apart piece by piece, to feel Adrian’s hands, his lips, his tongue exploring every inch of him. Adrian, with his firm focus and careful attention, could drive him completely wild.
Other times, though, Logan wanted Adrian beneath him, writhing and panting, utterly lost in the sensations Logan could give him. Nights like tonight, where Adrian’s moans were the sweetest sound, his body pliant and eager, all for Logan. Most times, they ended up switching back and forth, as if their mutual need was a tide, pulling and giving in equal measure.
It didn’t take much to ignite the flame between them. The other day, they’d been lounging in the cabin, enjoying an afternoon nap after spending the morning surfing, the kind of lazy day filled with nothing but the sound of waves outside and a Netflix series playing quietly on Logan’s laptop. Logan had rested a casual hand on Adrian’s thigh, meaning nothing by it—until Adrian turned his head, smirked, and slid the computer off the bed. What followed was anything but lazy, with Adrian between Logan’s legs, his mouth working him with the kind of enthusiasm that made Logan see stars, as he sucked, gagged, spit, and jerked Logan’s dick.
Another time, they’d been out for dinner, wandering through Melbourne’s lively streets after a day of exploring. Adrian had looked effortlessly sexy, wearing one of his loose, open button-down shirts that framed his chest and forearms perfectly. Logan had excused himself to the restroom, only to return and see a tourist standing far too close to Adrian.
From a distance, Logan watched as the man struck up a conversation under the guise of asking for directions, his body language far from innocent. Adrian, ever polite, genuinely tried to help, gesturing toward the street while the guy’s hand found its way to Adrian’s shoulder. Logan froze as he saw it slide down to Adrian’s bicep, lingering far too long beforegrazing his chest. “I can see you work out,” the guy said, his voice oozing confidence as he leaned closer. “You want to grab a drink?”
For a moment, Adrian just stood there, stunned and wide-eyed. That was all Logan needed. He stepped up beside him, placing himself firmly between Adrian and the guy. “No, he doesn’t,” Logan said, his voice calm but unmistakably firm, rising to his full 6’6 as his shoulders widened and his presence filled the space, letting sheer stature do the talking. The look he leveled ended everything. The man’s voice faltered into a thin apology before he retreated from the space Logan now owned.
Adrian had looked at Logan, blinking in surprise, before Logan grabbed his hand and led him straight back to their hotel. No words were exchanged on the walk back, but the tension between them was electric. He wanted Adriannow—against the nearest wall, in the darkened alleyway that beckoned them like a promise, like a sin waiting to be committed. The thought made his gut clench, his blood burn, but the last fraying thread of his common sense kept him from giving in, from pressing Adrian up against the rough brick and devouring him right there. The moment they got through the door, Logan pushed Adrian against the wall, his lips crashing against Adrian’s as his hands began to strip away every barrier between them.
That night, Logan had fucked Adrian senseless. He didn’t hold back, pouring every ounce of possessiveness and desire into every thrust. The feel of Adrian beneath him—his sweat-slicked skin, his muscles trembling, the way his ass clenched around Logan’s dick like a vice—was enough to make Logan lose himself completely. Adrian moaned his name over and over, a symphony of surrender that only fueled Logan’s intensity. They collapsed together, utterly spent, their bodies tangled and shining in the dim light.Later that evening, Logan lay wrapped around Adrian’s sleepy form, skin to skin, their breath slow, syncing. The sheets were tangled, their bodies already spent and sated, but Logan couldn’t stop touching him. They whispered in the dark, hushed confessions and half-dreamed thoughts, their voices thick with exhaustion, yet unwilling to let the night slip away just yet. Adrian’s body was warm against his, his breath deep and even, but when Logan kissed the curve where his shoulder met his neck, when he let his teeth scrape just enough to send a shiver down Adrian’s spine, he felt him stir. A soft sound escaped Adrian, a breathy sigh, and Logan couldn’t help but smile against his skin. “I need you again,” Logan had said and reached for the lube by the bed, slicking his fingers with practiced ease, his other arm still wrapped around Adrian’s waist, anchoring them together. Logan pressed his fingers to Adrian’s loose entrance, teasing, easing in, feeling the heat of him, the way his body welcomed him so easily, so perfectly. When he finally sank back into him, a deep moan tore from Adrian’s throat, a shudder rippling through his body. “You feel so good, Logan,” Adrian groaned, voice thick, wrecked, his fingers gripping at the sheets. Adrian let out a quiet moan, shifting, pressing back against Logan.
Logan chuckled to himself at the memory, pressing another kiss to Adrian’s chest. Men really needed to stop approaching Adrian, or Logan was going to start disappearing people.
All those men… they looked at Adrian and saw the surface. They wanted him for the way he looked, for his undeniable beauty. And while Logan could hardly deny how breathtaking Adrian was—how his broad shoulders, sculpted chest, and easy grace turned heads everywhere they went—it wasn’t Adrian’s looks that made him irresistible.
No, it was something deeper. Something that transcended appearances.
What truly captivated Logan, what made Adrian a force in his life unlike anything he’d ever known, was his heart. It was the way Adrian gave every part of himself to Logan without hesitation, without expectation. The way he cared, not just for Logan, but for the world around him. Adrian had a way of seeing people, of listening, of showing kindness in a way that felt rare and precious.
Every day, every night, Adrian amazed him. Logan found himself caught in Adrian’s orbit, entirely at his mercy. It was like everything in Adrian’s world revolved around Logan—not in a way that was suffocating, but in a way that made Logan feel seen, cherished, and safe. Adrian’s love was a quiet kind of devotion, steadfast and staunch, and Logan couldn’t help but be drawn to it like a sailor to the siren’s call.
Adrian was sweet. He was kind. He was polite, always trying to do the right thing, always wanting to make the world better in the small, significant ways that mattered most. And that, far more than the way he looked, was what made him irresistible.
Logan couldn’t fathom how someone as remarkable as Adrian had chosen him, but every time he looked into Adrian’s eyes, he saw it: the unshakable belief, the endless love. And it was hotter, more electrifying, than any physical trait could ever be.
Adrian wasn’t just beautiful to look at. He was exquisite to know, and Logan considered himself the luckiest man alive for being the one Adrian chose to love.
