by BJ Blakely
“Probably,” I echo with a shrug. I close my eyes and puff out my lips.
“This is dirty.”
I nod. “Very dirty. Just what I like.”
“I can’t believe you’re forcing me to kiss you through a glory hole.”
“Nobody’s forcing you. You’re free to leave anytime.”
Jax doesn’t like that answer. I feel a whooshing rush of air on my face, and suddenly, Jax brushes his lips against mine.
I moan and gasp against the fullness of his lips, loosing myself in them.
The bathroom, the stall, the shitty toilets melt away.
We’re kissing through a glory hole but it feels like we’re kissing in the goddamn stars.
At last, Jax pulls away. “Did you like that?”
“Yeah,” I whisper, staring into his eyes. He’s so perfect. My heart swells to Grinch-like proportions, and I want to kiss him again. Feel his lips on mine.
“Did it fulfill your wildest truck stop bathroom fantasies?”
“Oh yeah,” I murmur again, swooning. Oh God, I love him so fucking much. I’ll never admit it out loud, but I do.
Jax plants a hot peck on my cheek. “Now can we leave this godforsaken bathroom? Because my room at Sweet Dreamin’ has a queen-sized bed, and I have every HGTV program you could possibly want, and sometimes at night it gets awfully lonely.”
This is clearly Jax’s way of asking me home with him. But I can only focus on one thing. “You like HGTV?” I shout. My voice is so loud Jax winces as if to avoid irreparable damage to his eardrums.
“No need to fucking shout,” Jax grumbles.
“Sorry. I’ve just never met another gay man who likes HGTV.”
“I find that hard to believe,” Jax observes. “Now come on out. I want to show you my bedroom.”
I don’t need another command. With a racing heart, I scramble out of the stall and bury myself in his arms.
17
Jax
Logan grins in the front seat of my rig as I put the truck in motion. The lights flare, and the engine roars.
I can’t help but glance at him as we cross Sheridan Avenue and make our way to Sweet Dreamin’.
He’s so fucking perfect.
And tonight, my not-so-mystery man is mine.
I pull into the motel three minutes later. Logan presses his palms against the window as he takes it in.
Then he unbuckles his seatbelt and turns to me. “I must really like you. I’ve never let a guy drive me in his car before.”
I snort and squeeze his thigh. “Pretty sure you’ve ridden with Forest. Isn’t he always your ride to Betty’s?”
Logan rolls his eyes. “Best friends don’t count. I was talking more about lovers.”
So we’re lovers now. “Good point. Come to think of it, I’ve never let a lover ride in my rig, either. It’s a first for both of us tonight.”
Logan’s eyes flicker. “I have a feeling there’ll be lots of first for us tonight. Or at least for me.”
I remove my hand from his thigh and kiss his forehead. “Smart young man. Follow me upstairs. I’ll take you to the room.”
I help Logan out of the rig and lead him to the motel. As we cross the threshold, I can’t help but think we're coming home.
Though Sweet Dreamin’ isn’t my permanent place of residence, it’s the place I’ve stayed every time I’ve come to Bear Springs.
I always choose the same room, and that I’m taking Logan to that room tonight feels like we’re taking the next step.
I’ve never been more excited in my life.
I lead Logan into the room and lock the door behind me.
Once we remove our shoes, I take him in my arms.
His body is warm and malleable, and I don’t fight the urge to run my index finger over his lower lip, which causes Logan to let out a soft little moan as he quivers and responds to me.
“You’re so fucking cute,” I whisper huskily. I grip his ass with the hand that isn’t on his jaw. “I’m so goddamn lucky you’re in my arms.”
On hearing my voice, Logan’s blue eyes flicker, and he sighs as he swoons into my body, not breaking eye contact once.
His body is so fucking warm and soft, and I should be giving it more attention, except I can’t stop staring into his crystal eyes.
I haven’t switched on the lights in the motel room, so the only light is the starlight coming in from the window, but the glistening stars light up his irises like a restless pool after a rainstorm.
I want to swim in them forever.
“I’m the lucky one,” Logan whispers with a pang of regret. He’s responding to my earlier statement. “I thought you’d left forever. But you didn’t. You came back for me.” He blinks and smiles. But his smile’s strained.
I release my grip on his jaw and lead him to the bed. “Sit, Logan,” I urge, helping him onto the bed. I remove his socks and create a space for him on the sheets. “I’ll make a cup of tea at the kitchenette. When I’m done, we’ll pull up HGTV. The Property Brothers are in the middle of a neocolonial rehab in Kansas, or at least they were a few nights ago. They might’ve switched projects, but it’s the perfect thing to watch on a Friday night.”
Logan sits on the bed, but he says nothing, only stares at his feet.
When he finally speaks, his voice quavers as if he’s on the verge of tears.
“Jax,” Logan whispers at last. “I have something to tell you.”
I nod. Doesn’t he know he can tell me anything?
“I want to be honest, but I’m worried it’ll turn into an angst fest. That’s the last thing I want, especially on our first real night together after all these months.”
I was planning to make tea in the kitchenette, but I scrap those plans the minute my mind registers his words.
Logan looks so vulnerable in the pale starlight, sitting with his thighs pressed together as he bares his soul to me.
Fuck the tea. I make a space next to him, and take his hand and squeeze it.
“I don’t care if it turns into an angst fest. Tell me.”
Logan snorts. “You’ll think I’m dramatic.”
I cock an eyebrow at him. “You are dramatic. You’re also a little bratty,” I tease. “But the good news that you’re exactly what I like.”
Logan sighs and mulls this over. At last, he takes my hand and leans back on the bed, snuggling in the sheets.
His hair fans out behind him, and my cock stirs at once.
“This sounds crazy,” Logan whispers after a pause, still holding my hand, even though I haven’t leaned back to join him. “And also cliche as hell. So brace yourself.”
“I can deal with crazy, and I might laugh at cliche. But I swear I’ll still listen.”
“You better not laugh.”
I groan. “Fine, I won’t laugh. Just tell me.”
Logan closes his eyes. His chest rises and falls slowly as he takes deep breaths. No doubt, he’s contemplating the best way to tell me what’s on his mind.
I give his hand a gentle squeeze to let him know I’m listening, that I’ll take in everything he has to say.
At last Logan decides to speak. “Okay, Jax. Here’s my truth, and you can think I’m a psycho if you want. But I was doing some thinking, and I kinda feel like this was meant to be.”
I snort. “Like fate?”
I don’t believe in fate or destiny. But Logan’s so earnest, I almost want to believe in a greater force in the universe for his sake.
Even if I’m convinced it’s bunk.
Logan glares at me. “You promised not to laugh. Now I don’t know if I want to tell you.”
“I’m sorry.” Logan’s referring to the involuntary snort I gave before I asked if he believed fate brought us together.
I didn’t even realize I’d snorted. "It was a subconscious reaction. I didn't realize I laughed.”
“Well, you better not have any ‘subconscious reactions’ again, mister. I’m speaking my truth to you, and I’d appre
ciate it if you kept your thoughts to yourself while you listened.”
I bring his hand to my lips and kiss it. “I’m sorry I snorted. It won’t happen again.”
“Promise?”
I slide my pinky around his and lock them together. “I promise.”
Logan releases his grip on my pinky. “I was reading my horoscope this afternoon. It said someone special would come into my life. That’s the main reason I returned to the glory hole tonight.”
Oh God. “Your horoscope?”
“Is something wrong with that?”
I’m about to burst into laughter when I remember my promise from ten seconds ago, and I zip it. “No. I love horoscopes. I check them after reading Charlie Brown.”
Logan glares at me. “You promised you wouldn’t laugh.”
“Fine. I don’t read the horoscope section.”
Logan sighs and closes his eyes once again. “It’s okay. As long as you don’t laugh at me.”
“No laughing. I swear.”
Logan clears his throat. “Here’s the story. Earlier today, I was talking to Forest at Betty’s. He told me about this guy he was hooking up with at the Truck n’ Munch. I helped them get together.”
“That’s sweet.”
“Ehh.” Logan scrunches his face together. “It’s not sweet. He tried to show me a video of him sucking his anonymous hookup off. It wasn’t my proudest moment as a matchmaker.”
A pang of jealousy shoots through me at the thought of Logan watching his roommate suck another guy’s cock, but I brush it aside.
We weren’t together then.
Also, he wasn’t even interested in the guy, so I have zero reason to be jealous.
“Sure,” I respond.
“Forest has been rattling on about this man from the Truck n’ Munch for a long ass time, and he’s been trying to get me to head back forever. But it wasn’t until I read the horoscope that I decided to give it a shot. The horoscope said a very special person would come back into my life if I ‘took a chance’ and stopped letting ‘fear get in the way.’”
I bark out a laugh, but quickly realize I’m breaking my promise, so I cover it with a cough. “Are you sure it was the horoscope that convinced you to return? Maybe Forest’s encouragement reached a fever pitch and pushed you over the edge. In that case, it has nothing to do with fate, but Forest’s abilities as a top-tier manipulator.”
Logan snickers. “Forest helped, sure. But the horoscope played a bigger role. The point is that I haven’t returned to the glory hole in a very long time, but when I read the horoscope, I did. And then I found you.”
Damn. It’s so sweet. It almost touches my heart. “That’s pretty impressive. I still think horoscopes are bunk, but hey. They work for you.”
“Well, the one this morning wasn’t bunk, and you’re lucky I believed it. Otherwise, I never would’ve bumped back into you.”
Logan’s so damn cute. I lean back on the bed with him and snuggle closer, running my finger over his left cheek and trailing a line down his jaw until I reach his chin.
Then I kiss his chin and say, “I bet you returned to the glory hole before tonight, you little liar. I bet you met tons of guys at the glory hole, and they all worshipped your cock.”
Logan snickers. “So not hot. I can sense your jealousy from a mile away, sir.”
“Not jealous. I’m stating the truth.”
Logan shakes his head. “You’re wrong. Besides the man Forest is fucking, you’re the only guy I’ve seen at the Truck n’ Munch. No one’s ever blown me but you.”
“I see.” I mull this over.
While it’d be hot if he’s a virgin and I’m the only guy who’s sucked him, it’s not like I’m exclusively attracted to virgins or anything.
Logan can hook up with whoever he wants at the truck stop and I'd still care about him the same.
However.
And this is a BIG however.
I have a funny feeling he's telling the truth.
And though I don't know why, the thought that I'm the only guy to ever be with him turns me so fucking on.
My cock lurches in my jeans. “You’re getting me hard,” I admit at last. I plant another soft kiss on his chin, and Logan snickers and sticks his tongue out to lick my nose.
He’s so adorable, like a little puppy.
Logan grabs my hand and places it on his crotch. “Yeah,” Logan admits. “I’m hard too.”
What a goddamn cutie.
I remove my hand from his crotch, then take Logan’s hand and bring it between my legs. “Feel that?”
Logan nods. “Yup.”
It’s my moment of truth. “You don’t have to believe me. But this is my truth.”
Logan gulps. “Uh oh.”
I take a deep breath, and it gives me the encouragement I need. “As you know, we first met at the truck stop last November. Since then, I haven’t been with any guys other than you.”
Logan gasps. He opens his eyes yet again and shoots me a curious look. “You’re lying.”
I shake my head. “I’ve had many opportunities, don’t get me wrong. But I wasn’t interested in anyone other than you — even when I had no idea it was ‘you.’”
Logan lets out a slow whistle. “Damn.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It’s simple.” Logan takes a sharp breath. “I was hung up on an anonymous hookup for months. I was smitten with a guy from my diner who left without a word. Even Forest said I was making a mistake by holding out for you. But now I know nothing was wrong with me. I wasn’t a hopeless virgin with the hots for my first hookup. I can’t be a total loser if you felt the same way.”
I can’t help but let out a belly laugh. “Don’t be sad. Maybe my dick — and kissing — game was simply that good.”
Logan rolls his eyes. “I’m a virgin. I don’t know if it’s good or bad.”
I scoot closer to Logan and kiss his nose again. I’m so fucking filled with warm fuzzies I could burst. “I’m glad you told me that. Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
Logan lets out a soft laugh. “Story of my fucking life.”
Then Logan turns to me with the most heart-breaking expression ever on his face, and the air rushes out of my lungs. “Jax?” His voice is soft and concerned.
“Yes?” I try to speak with confidence but the tone of his voice leaves me cold. I squeeze his hand tighter and pray to God something isn’t wrong.
Logan takes a deep breath. “Do you think we could only cuddle tonight? I’m kind of spent from the glory hole. It’s a lot of energy getting your dick sucked by such a talented blowjob artist as yourself.”
Logan clears his throat. “But I could still do sex stuff, if you want.”
It’s like a weight has been lifted off my chest, andI feel instantly relieved. “No, dummy. I’m not going to push you to do ‘sex stuff’ if you’re not interested. We can take the night off. Cuddle. Lose ourselves in each other’s arms.”
“I hope you’re not mad at me.”
I shake my head. “We’ve spent the last few months sucking and swallowing every drop of each other’s come. Cuddling is the one thing we haven’t done, so you bet your ass I want to experience it with you.”
Logan grins like a schoolboy. “I can’t wait to cuddle with you.”
“Me neither.” I plant a soft kiss on his lips. “But I have to do one thing first.”
Logan nods. “Sure. What is it?”
“Shower,” I say with a laugh. “I drove twenty-four hours to see you, and I need to get clean. I refuse to cuddle without showering.”
“This is the side of trucking I want to know nothing about.”
I grunt. “Give me fifteen minutes. I’ll be back before Property Brothers starts.”
I pull myself away from Logan and begin to get off the bed. But Logan grips my arm before I can leave, forcing me to stay.
“Jax?” Logan asks, his voice tinged with concern.
“Yes?”
“I have to ask you something else.”
“Sure. Anything.”
Logan takes a deep breath. “I kinda want to shower with you.”
I furrow my brow. “Are you sure? Because I was kinda planning on jerking off in the shower, and if you don’t want to do anything sexual, it might not be the best idea to join me.”
Logan shakes his head. “I don’t mind.” Seeing I’m confused as hell, Logan adds, “You’re not doing a sexual jerk off. It’s more of a come-so-I’m-not-horny-while-cuddling jerk off, and I’m happy to help.”
I grunt. “Huh. Well, I’m not going to complain.”
Logan grabs my wrist. “Let’s shower. Property Brothers won’t wait forever, ya know.”
* * *
Three hours later, I tear the covers off me and turn to the window, desperate to relieve the fluttering sensation in my belly.
The past few hours were a whirlwind of emotions.
Anxiety and desperate gratitude mixed in a fitting synthesis of love and desire in my chest.
I’m so fucking lucky to have him, but nervous as hell I’ll let him down again.
It’s safe to say I haven’t slept a wink.
As it turns out, neither has Logan. His eyelashes flutter open, and he places a finger on my chest as I turn to face the window. “Still up, Jax?”
His touch warms me at once, and I sigh and turn back to him. “Yes. You?”
“Yeah,” Logan whispers, kissing my shoulder.
Instantly, my cock throbs in the pajamas I threw on after the shower.
I press his lips to mine, and Logan whimpers. “You taste nice.”
“I hope it’s not like bacon,” I jest, running my thumb over his smooth jawline. “I brushed, I swear.”
“Not bacon. More like toothpaste. But I can still taste the you buried beneath the mint and wintergreen.”
His soft voice stirs desire within me. “Did you like our shower?” I whisper, drawing a line from his ear to his chin, before planting a soft kiss on his chin where he likes.
Logan nods. “It was perfect,” he whispers at last. “I like when you wash my back, neck, hair. I feel so spoiled.”
“Let’s do it more often.”
My thumb is still on his chin, and Logan playfully bites it, before licking the tip and welcoming it in his mouth.
