Too bad he didn’t have the nerve to say it directly to the man. Perhaps if he did, they wouldn’t be in this predicament.
***
Logan came home early with every intentionof changing and spending a couple of hours in the gym while he waited for Sam to get off work. He made it as far as the bedroom when he heard the shower running. Since his closet was on the other side of the bathroom, he had two choices: ignore the fact that Elijah was in the shower or wait however long it took the man to finish up.
Realizing he was too tense to wait, needing an outlet sooner rather than later, he started toward the closet. He stopped short when he heard Elijah mumble something incoherent.
To watch or not to watch, that was the question.
Without too much thought, Logan continued forward. He didn’t consider it peeping since he figured Elijah would see him the moment he stepped into view, or at least that was what he told himself. He cut a quick glance over at the shower but stopped again when he realized Elijah was jacking off, highlighted by the LED light above, water sluicing down his rock-hard body.
“I needyou, Logan.That’swhat I need.”
Jacking offandthinking about him.
Logan moved over to the vanity and leaned back against it so that he had an unobstructed view of Elijah. His cock swelled, tenting the front of his slacks as he watched the sexy man. Elijah was leaning against the wall, head tipped back, eyes closed, his hand moving slowly up and down his soapy shaft. The muscles in his legs bunched as he bent his knees, his abdomen contracting. Seeing him like that brought back every feeling he’d shoved down for the past week. He was turned on by the man, that much he couldn’t deny. But it was knowing that Elijah was thinking about him that had his dick jerking hard behind his zipper.
“Need me to what?” he said, his voice loud enough to be heard over the water raining down on Elijah.
Elijah didn’t flinch, almost as though he’d known Logan was there. He lifted his head, opened his eyes, and met his stare across the steamy bathroom. His hand continued that slippery glide up and down his shaft while he cupped his balls with his other hand.
“Enjoying the show?”
Logan didn’t answer the question, but he didn’t look away when he said, “What is it you need from me, Elijah?”
They were at a standoff, staring at one another while Elijah continued to stroke his cock. His movements quickened, his arm muscles tightening.
“I needyou,” Elijah growled softly.
“Who said you didn’t have me?” he countered hotly. “I’m right here. Watching you. Make yourself come.”
He saw Elijah’s throat work on a swallow, his chest muscle tensing, his legs trembling as he stroked faster.
“Will that make you happy?” Elijah retorted, his words heavy with frustration. “For me to get myself off?” His eyes narrowed, his hand jerking roughly. “Does it make you feel better to know I fucking think about you like this?”
Did it? Logan wasn’t sure. But even if he did, he wasn’t going to admit it. After their encounter at Devotion, when Logan had come while fucking his wife and holding Elijah’s penetrating stare, he’d felt off. Confused. He’d realized that night that he didn’t like the direction this was headed. This was supposed to be about Sam, but somewhere along the way, Logan’s attention had been divided between them.
Elijah hissed. “I’m tired of the fucking games, Logan.”
Games?
Logan snorted. “You’re the only one playing games,” he snapped, standing tall, feeling defensive.
“Yeah?” Elijah’s grip tightened as he jerked his cock hard, his abdomen flexing, his chest heaving. “Is that what you think I’m doing?”
Logan was transfixed for a moment, captivated by the way Elijah chased his release, pushing himself to the breaking point.
“I’m not the one confused,” Elijah bit out. “Oh, fuck … oh … fuck.”
He came, a rough, grinding sound escaping his chest as his cock spurted.
“The only person playing games here is you, Logan,” Elijah said as he remained pressed to the wall, his harsh breaths echoing in the space.
Logan swallowed hard and bit back the scathing remark that sat on his lips. He did not want to get into it with Elijah. Not now and certainly not here. Pretending he hadn’t been affected by what he’d just witnessed, Logan marched into the closet, changed, and disappeared before Elijah shut off the water.
An hour later, after failing to work up a sweat, Logan collapsed onto the weight bench and stared up at the ceiling.
His cock was rock fucking hard, making it impossible to do anything. He’d tried the treadmill, lasted three minutes, so he had moved on to weights but ended up staring at himself in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors that lined one wall. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone or anything had weighed so heavily on him that he couldn’t focus.
