Adrian pressed a kiss to Logan’s damp hair, his hand trailing absently along Logan’s back. “Goodnight, Lo.”
The morning unfolded like so many others before it: the rhythmic cadence of their feet hitting the sand as they ran side by side, the sun barely cresting the horizon. The sea beckoned them after, their boards cutting through the water as they explored untamed beaches and waves that seemed to stretch into infinity. They lost themselves in the current, their bodies moving with the tide, yet the air between them carried something new, an unspoken weight, heavy but not unwelcome.
Adrian felt it like the shift in the wind before a storm, subtle but undeniable. Logan was quiet in a way that wasn’t entirely natural. His gaze seemed fixed inward, as though he were charting unknown waters within himself. Adrian wanted to ask, to reach out, but fear tethered him. He was afraid to pry, afraid to shatter whatever fragile realization Logan might be grappling with. So he let it be, biting back his questions and hoping the ocean would coax out the words that he could not.
And it did, if only for fleeting moments. When Logan caught a wave, his hesitation melted away, leaving behind someone freer, lighter. The boyish grin on his face as he stumbled from the water, drenched and breathless, was the Logan Adrian knew best. It was in one of those moments, as they stood dripping on the sand, that Logan kissed him. It was an unshackled kiss, the first breath after drowning, the sudden blaze that scatters darkness to ash. It broke open the ribs of silence and set language trembling, each heartbeat a spark against the void. Worlds bent toward its gravity, names fell away, and in the hush between pulses Adrian’s heart spoke a word his mind refused to hear.
By late lunch, Logan nudged Adrian toward the shower. “You’ve got seaweed in your hair,” he teased, his voice light but his eyes still distant. “Go clean up. I’ll grab us some food.”
Adrian hesitated, tempted to argue, but Logan’s disarming smile dissolved his resistance. He relented, though not without a hint of mischief. “You better not take forever,” he called out as he stepped into the shower. It felt wrong to shower alone now, after discovering the warmth of Logan’s presence there, the way water seemed to draw them closer. The memory brought a smile to Adrian’s face as he rinsed the salt and sand from his skin.
When he emerged, the scent of their favorite meal filled the small cabin. The table held familiar containers from the roadside restaurant they had discovered during one of their first days here: crispy chicken, steamed rice, and a side of vegetables because Adrian, ever disciplined, insisted on keeping them both healthy. But Logan was nowhere to be found.
Frowning, Adrian scanned the cabin, his unease growing with every empty corner. His phone buzzed faintly where he had left it, and he snatched it up to find a message from Logan:
Went out to get some supplies and a new leash for my board. Be back later.
Adrian’s brow furrowed as he read it.Supplies? What supplies?They didn’t need anything, and if they did, it was always a task they tackled together. Something about the message felt off.
“What the hell?” Adrian muttered aloud, his voice filling the quiet cabin. The words were vague, strange, almost dismissive in their tone. He stared at the containers of food on the table, his appetite dissolving into the growing knot in his stomach.
Logan had been distant all day, but this, this felt like something more. Unease washed over Adrian like a wave breaking too hard against the shore, leaving him soaked and unsteady. The cabin, usually so warm and alive with Logan’s presence, felt cold and empty.
He sat down but didn’t touch the food, his eyes flicking to the door, willing Logan to appear out of thin air. The silence pressed down on him, heavy as the humid air outside, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted—something beyond his reach, like a wave slipping back into the sea before he could catch it.
Adrian leaned back in his chair, the unease settling deep into his bones. Whatever was happening, it was a storm building on the horizon, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready for it. But for Logan, he would face it. For Logan, he’d weather anything.
Still with a towel slung low around his hips, Adrian felt as though the ground beneath him might give way. His chest was tight, his pulse erratic, and the humid air of the cabin felt stifling. Logan was probably freaking out; he could almost see it in the cryptic message, the curt detachment of the words. The realization crashed into him:I knew it was too fast! I knew!
He pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes, as if to block out the rising tide of guilt and self-recrimination. He had been reckless, he knew that now. He should have let Logan take his time, let things unfold naturally, instead of letting the heat of the moment sweep them both away. But no, he had pushed, not just Logan but himself, diving into intimacy when he should have stepped back and taken care of his own needs alone.
Adrian stared at Logan’s message, still glowing on his screen, the words unread yet burned into his mind. He left it there, unanswered, his thumb hovering over the keyboard before he let the phone fall to his side. He didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t even sure if Logan wanted him to say anything.
Feeling like he might drown in his own thoughts, Adrian pulled on some clothes hastily, leaving his hair damp and wild as he stepped out into the pre-evening air. The humidity threaded through his clothes and hair, seeping into every pore, but the open space was a relief compared to the walls of the cabin that now felt far too small. With his phone in hand, he made his way toward the beach, drawn instinctively to the rhythm of the waves.
The sea stretched out before him, endless and vast, the kind of constant he needed right now. He dismissed a flurry of notifications from his friends—group chats buzzing with irrelevant jokes and updates that felt a world away. Instead, he fired off a quick text to his mom and dad, a simple assurance that he was fine, before hovering over Dean’s name. His finger hesitated only for a second before he tapped the call button.
Dean answered after barely two rings, his usual teasing drawl already on full display. “Hello to you, b—”
“I think he’s avoiding me,” Adrian interrupted, his voice sharp, shaky. The words tumbled out before he could stop them, and with them came the full weight of his fears. Logan’s distance over the day, the coldness in his message, the knot of unease Adrian had carried all afternoon, they were suffocating him, pressing down harder than he’d realized.
Dean, to his credit, dropped the playful tone immediately. Adrian could hear shuffling on the other end of the line, the sound of him sitting up straighter. “What happened?” he asked, his voice serious now.
“We…” Adrian faltered, glancing at the waves, as if they might give him clarity. How much could he say? How muchshouldhe say? “Promise me you won’t tell anyone.”
“You insult me,” Dean replied indignantly. “I’ve kept worse secrets than your little love story with Princess.”
Adrian’s laugh was bitter, humorless. “You know how much he means to me,” he said softly, the vulnerability in his voice catching even himself off guard.
“I do,” Dean said, his tone gentler now. “And I’m sorry, again, for being a dick to him. Tell me what’s going on.”
Adrian hesitated, the words catching in his throat. Finally, he exhaled and started, his voice low and halting. “After we spent that day with you guys, we kissed. And... we’ve been getting closer, you know, really close. Then two days ago... we took it further… You know, sexually.” He swallowed hard, his cheeks heating despite the empty beach around him. “It was the best thing I’ve ever experienced, Dean. I mean that. But now... now he’s distant. He’s been distant all day, and then he left. Made some excuse about supplies.”
There was silence on the other end, save for the faint sound of Dean breathing. Adrian wiped at his eyes, pretending the dampness there was from the ocean breeze. “We’ve gotten so close this past month. And these past two days? They were... perfect. Like a dream. But now he’s pulled away, and I don’t know what to do.”
“Adrian,” Dean said softly, his voice grounding. “Logan’s never been with a man before, right?”
Adrian sniffed, his voice barely audible. “No. Never.”
