Logan gasped, swearing softly under his breath. With his next breath, he claimed Seti’s mouth in a brutal kiss that tasted of claiming, of ownership. The ferociousness that had blazed in Logan’s eyes a few moments ago returned, burning brightly and matching the growl that rumbled in his chest.
Seti imagined that he could feel Logan’s kiss all the way down to the soles of his feet. It heated his belly and hardened his cock painfully, a groan escaping his lips. Everything faded away, even the memories of five thousand years captive in his tomb with nothing but the faintest lingering scent of sandalwood to keep him company. All that existed in that moment were the tongue that mercilessly swept his mouth and the hard, lean body that teased his flesh with its closeness.
His fingers strained, digging into the mattress. Every muscle tensed, every nerve in his body electrified as Logan’s lips finally left his, freeing him to breathe.
Except that suddenly Seti found himself unable to do so. How could he possibly perform so mundane a task as breathing while Logan’s fiery lips were blazing a trail across his chest? Suckling at his breast, delving into his navel? How could he force his lungs to function while Logan’s soft, wet tongue painted random patterns across his stomach or his teeth nipped at the delicate flesh of Seti’s inner thighs? When his warm breath ghosted over Seti’s cock?
The edges of Seti’s vision grew dark, shadows creeping in. Luckily Logan saved Seti the embarrassment of a faint when he chose that moment to close his sweet lips over the head of Seti’s engorged arousal. Seti’s involuntary gasp drew a deep, ragged breath into his lungs.
Oral sex was nothing new to Seti. He had always enjoyed it, but this… this was something else entirely. Logan was not merely pleasuring Seti with his mouth—he was worshiping him with it. Enthusiastically. Masterfully.
Logan’s hand pulled back Seti’s foreskin as his tongue swirled around his organ’s head, dipping and teasing at the tiny slit at its center. It flicked under the ridge, traced the thick vein that ran its length. Teeth nipped at the delicate skin, not enough to hurt but enough to pull a groan full of achiness and need from Seti’s throat.
Slipping lower, Logan sucked Seti’s furred sac into his mouth, rolling the stones over his tongue as his hand stroked his rigid shaft from root to tip.
By the time Logan returned his attention to Seti’s cock, Seti had forgotten his pledge to keep his hands at his sides. He threaded them into Logan’s soft hair, holding Logan’s head immobile as he thrust his cock upward into the warm, wet mouth. Logan took him in eagerly, easily, hungrily. Wet noises added to Seti’s pleasure, the music of lovemaking adding fuel to the fire that burned in his groin.
Logan’s fingers massaged Seti’s inner thighs, kneading at the knotted muscles until they relaxed. Seti spread his legs a little wider, wanting more contact, needing more. Logan rewarded him by slipping a finger down, tracing the root of his cock backward to the tiny opening that lay between Seti’s cheeks.
No one had ever touched Seti there before, not even Ashai. Seti would never allow it. He’d protected his entrance adamantly, refusing to allow anyone to breach his body.
But for Logan, he spread his legs even wider, bending them at the knee. His body tensed when the tip of Logan’s finger pressed against Seti’s hole, rebelling at the thought of being taken. His cheeks squeezed together, trying to guard it, to keep out any intruders. Logan did not miss his reluctance and raised his head, looking at Seti questioningly.
“Seti, if you don’t want this, we don’t have to—”
“I want. I need,” Seti growled, more at himself than at Logan. “Touch me,” he ordered. With a jerk, he spread his legs wide, staring up at the ceiling, his brow knit, muscles tense.
Logan’s soft chuckle brought a flush of indignation to Seti’s cheeks. But before Seti could chastise him for laughing at what Seti considered a supreme sacrifice, he heard Logan spit, and a single wet finger slid deeply into his body. It crooked within him, hitting a part of him Seti hadn’t known existed.
A wave of unexpected pleasure rippled up Seti’s spine, making his belly clench and his balls swell even more. Fire erupted in his groin, a delicious inferno that burned and sizzled, raising the hair on Seti’s arms and legs. A moan reached his ears, low and needy. He barely recognized his own voice and was shocked at the pleading that escaped his lips.
“More, Logan. Please,” Seti groaned, writhing and trying to push himself farther down onto Logan’s finger, even as his hips tried to push his cock upward into Logan’s sweet, hot mouth.
He felt his body stretched as another finger joined the first, both curling within him. Great Ptah! He’d never known, had never dreamed being taken could feel like this. The pleasure was nearly more than he could bear.
Then Logan’s fingers and mouth were gone. Seti felt their absence sharply, as a sudden aching emptiness in the core of his being. Before he could protest, something much larger, much hotter than Logan’s fingers pressed against his hole, slick with Logan’s spit, seeking entrance into his body.
Looking down between their bellies, Seti watched Logan’s cock begin to sink into his body, felt the burning pain of it, the stretch that made Seti fear being torn asunder.
But his body gave way, opening to allow Logan’s length entrance. It slid within Seti to the root. Seti’s eyes rolled back into his head as he was doubly assaulted—by Logan’s flesh and by the uncanny feeling of connection that he’d felt the first time they made love.
“Logan,” he moaned, sliding his palms over Logan’s chest, toying with his nipples.
Logan began to move within him in long, leisurely strokes, brushing his prostate each time, pushing Seti closer and closer to the edge. Logan’s fingers wrapped around Seti’s cock, stroking it in time to his thrusts, until Seti pounded his fists against the mattress, his back arching from the bed. Tendons bulged in his neck as he twisted from side to side, losing himself in a superheated orgasmic explosion unlike any he could recall experiencing before.
No one had ever drawn such a sharp climax from him, so powerful that it bordered on pain. So overwhelming that Seti had no awareness of Logan achieving his own, wasn’t conscious of Logan adding his own heated puddle of seed to Seti’s, streaking his abdomen and pooling in his navel. He didn’t hear Logan’s cries of joy, indeed, barely heard his own. All he heard was the rush of blood thundering in his ears. All he felt was the cataclysmic shattering of his core as he was flung toward the stars.
It was Logan’s warm, soft lips kissing him tenderly that he first became aware of as he floated back into himself. Seti wrapped his arms around Logan’s back, pulling him flush with his body, their quickly softening cocks nestled together between them. “I will never let you go, Logan,” he breathed. “You are my life. You are my heart.”
Logan didn’t reply, instead kissing him again and rolling to the side, snuggling close. Within minutes, he was asleep, Seti following shortly after.
Chapter Fourteen
“I AM hungry.”
“You? I’m the one who should be starving,” Logan said, the corners of his mouth lifting in a cheeky smile as he lay with his head resting on Seti’s shoulder. “I must have burned more calories than a marathon runner.”
Seti’s dark eyes, still sleepy and sated, turned toward him. “You did well,” he said. “For a stripling,” he added after a short pause, smirking.
“Stripling? Are you saying that I’m too young for you?” Logan asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Well, you can’t blame me for that. You’re the one robbing the cradle, mister.”
Seti laughed, a deep, contagious rumble. “I fear that there is no one on this earth who would not be an infant compared to me.”
“You’ve got a point, I guess.” Logan grinned. “Come on. We napped, and now I feel like pizza.”
“Who is this Pizza, and why should you feel like him?”
“Not who… what. Pizza is a what. It’s food—delicious, crusty, gooey, cheesy, mouthwatering deliciousness. The food of the
gods of the twenty-first century, delivered right to your door. It doesn’t get better than pizza, my friend.”
“Ah. Then I feel like pizza also.”
Logan laughed again, leaning in for a quick kiss. “Get dressed. I can’t wait to see your face when you take your first bite.” He slipped out from under Seti’s arm and scouted the floor for his clothes. Darting around the room, pulling each article on as he happened across it, he finished dressing before Seti had even rolled out of bed. “Come on! I’m famished!”
Grumbling, Seti obeyed. Logan stood stock-still as Seti swung his long legs over the side of the bed and stood up to his full six foot four. Even though Logan had twice tasted every inch of the yards of delectable flesh that covered Seti’s long bones, he was still overwhelmed by the sight of him naked.
His shoulders were nearly twice again as broad as Logan’s own, his arms bulging with unconscious strength. If tested, Logan thought Seti could probably tear him in two without breaking a sweat. His chest was deep, his stomach ridged with ropy muscle. Lean hips and long, powerful legs tapered to elegantly arched feet.
Although Seti’s cock was softened from their recent play, Logan’s inner eye flashed with the memory of it as it had been fully engorged. It was a cock worthy of a king, he thought, biting his lower lip.
The only flaws on Seti’s body that Logan could see were a few thin white scars marring the expanse of his sleek, toffee-colored skin. One high on his left shoulder curved, following the contours of the muscle. Another slashed along the left side of his rib cage, and yet another sliced diagonally across his left thigh. Smaller scars, some so faded they could barely be discerned, were scattered here and there. Small imperfections, they did little but serve to heighten one’s awareness of Seti’s beauty.
Each scar, Logan was sure, had a story to tell. Someday, Logan thought, when he could finally look at Seti without instantly achieving a hard-on that left him consumed by lust and panting with desire, his brain reduced to its most primal state, he might actually retain enough presence of mind to ask him about them.
Even now, so soon after an orgasm that had drained him and left him teetering on the point of idiocy, Logan’s cock twitched as his eyes feasted themselves.
“Food,” Seti reminded him. There was a small, conceited smile playing at his lips that made Logan realize he’d been staring. Again. He wrenched his eyes away with an effort, feeling his cheeks heat. Damn Seti for his arrogance! And damn me for getting suckered in every time I look at him, Logan thought.
Still, Logan couldn’t help himself. Seti was far and away the most physically beautiful man Logan had ever seen in the flesh, even if his mannerisms were sometimes like fingernails on a chalkboard to Logan’s nerves. Seti did things to Logan that before had only existed to him in the category of “physical impossibilities,” like multiple orgasms and a cock that refused to lie down and behave itself, even after just having had sex.
“You really need to get over yourself,” Logan mumbled, tossing Seti his sweatpants.
Seti grunted, still smirking, stepping into the pants and drawing them up to his waist. Logan felt a pang of remorse even as a part of him felt relieved. It was for the best. If Seti remained nude much longer, Logan was apt to become mesmerized by his nakedness again and they’d both starve to death. He led Seti out into the living room, where Jason, Leo, and Chris were settled together on the sofa, watching a rerun of I Love Lucy.
All three of their faces wore identical grins as they turned toward Logan and Seti. Logan knew in an instant that he and Seti had been overheard. Not that they’d made any attempt at being discreet—as a matter of fact, Logan distinctly remembered them being quite vocal. He cringed inwardly as he recalled screaming things as he came that normally would have made his ears bleed. Still, the three of them didn’t need to take such obvious pleasure in his embarrassment.
“Shut up,” he snarled before any of the three could open their mouths. “Not a word, any of you.”
Seti’s attention was caught by the television set. He’d hunkered down in front of the screen, tapping his fingers against the glass, trying to get the characters’ attention. Logan watched his face darken as Lucy and Ricky blithely continued their conversation, paying him no heed.
“You’re wasting your time. It’s not real, Seti. They’re moving pictures. That’s all.” Logan tried to explain before Seti tried to break through the screen and strangle the Ricardos for ignoring him. “They can’t see or hear you.”
Seti stood, glaring at the television set. “If they are not real, then what purpose do they serve?”
“Entertainment,” Leo said. “Didn’t you have that back in the Stone Age?”
“He’s not a Neanderthal, Leo,” Logan bristled.
“Close enough for government work. I believe I remember him throwing you over his shoulder and carting you off to have his wicked way with you,” Leo retorted, grinning mischievously.
“He didn’t throw me over his shoulder,” Logan protested.
“Oh… he just had his wicked way with you, then?”
“Shut up,” Logan said, at a loss for a better comeback. After all, Leo was right—on all counts. “I promised Seti pizza.”
“Wow, the man works cheap. Wonder what I could get for a Big Mac and a shake?” Jason laughed. Leo and Jason high-fived each other, while Chris shook his head and rolled his eyes at the two of them.
“Just ignore them, Logan. You know they never matured past middle school,” he said.
Logan took Chris’s advice. He picked up the phone and dialed the number of their favorite pizza parlor. After giving his information, he placed an order for three large pies with the works.
Sitting on the floor next to Seti, Logan gave him a crash course on the history of television. He grabbed the remote and flipped through the channels, but trying to explain how a television functioned was an exercise in frustration. Technology he’d grown up taking for granted was as inexplicable as magic to Seti.
“What is this?” Seti demanded, snatching the remote away from Logan. He shook it next to his ear, listening intently, then turned it over in his hands, looking at it from all angles. His thumb hit several buttons, changing the channel and setting the volume to max.
“Let’s get ready to rummmmmmble….”
“Wrestling,” Logan yelled, prying the remote from Seti’s fingers and lowering the volume. “It’s fake too.”
“No, that is real. I know battle training when I see it,” Seti growled, pointing at the screen. “This is how we trained our warriors, also.” He squatted down, watching for a few minutes. “They must be your mightiest warriors. Why do they not need to wear pants?” he asked, plucking at the material of his sweats. “Am I not as fierce a warrior as they? They understand that clothing such as this restricts movement.”
“They are wrestling in a ring and are dressed appropriately. You are sitting in a living room, watching television. There’s a difference,” Logan argued.
“I think Seti’s right.” Leo grinned impishly. “Take ’em off, Seti. Show Logan who’s boss.”
“Knock it off, Leo!” Logan hollered, shooting a black look over his shoulder at Leo. “Stop egging him on!”
Logan was spared a battle of wills between himself and Seti when the doorbell buzzed. “Thank God. The pizza’s here,” he said, standing up, digging his wallet out of his pants’ pocket. “Man, when they say ‘delivery under thirty minutes,’ they mean it.”
“Yeah,” Leo said. “God forbid they should have to take a couple of bucks off your bill. Better that they run over blue-haired old ladies in their walkers getting it to your door on time.”
Jason went to answer the door. He’d just slid open the deadbolt when the door exploded inward, sending him flying backward against the wall.
Two men burst into the apartment, both with guns drawn. “Hold it right there!” one of them shouted, swinging the muzzle of his gun in an arc. “Don’t fucking move!”
“Who are you? What
do you want?” Logan yelled, backing up a step. He tossed his wallet at the man’s feet. “Here. That’s all I’ve got. Take it and go!”
“Stupid asshole. We don’t want your money. We want your friend,” Harry growled, taking another step into the apartment. “Where’s Seti?”
“That’s him, over there on the floor,” Joe said, motioning toward Seti with his gun. “You! Get up! Put your hands on top of your head and keep ’em there.”
Seti rose gracefully to his feet. “These are not your allies, are they, Logan?” he asked quietly. There was ice in his voice that made Logan shiver, despite the pounding of his heart.
“Don’t move, Seti. They have guns,” Logan warned, not taking his eyes off the two intruders. “They can kill you.”
“These insignificant maggots?” Seti laughed, stepping in front of Logan. “I have seen more dangerous piles of camel dung.”
“Stop right there,” Harry warned. Aiming his gun at Seti, his free hand withdrew a pair of handcuffs from his pocket. He tossed them at Seti’s feet, where they landed with a loud clank. “Put those on him,” he ordered, waving the muzzle of his gun at Logan. “Now! Move!”
“Come on, man…. You don’t need to do this,” Chris said. He and Leo stood by the sofa, frozen in place. “He’s a nobody. You don’t want him. You must have the wrong apartment. His name is Ted. He’s a dancer at the Men’s Shop. You know, that new club downtown?”
“Nice try. Say something else so I’ll have an excuse to shoot your faggoty ass,” Joe snarled at Chris, pointing his gun at Chris’s head.
Logan saw Jason eyeing the first gunman. “No, Jason, don’t!” he yelled just as Jason lunged for the gun.
A shot rang out, sounding impossibly loud in the small apartment. Jason gasped, clutching at his stomach. Looking down, his face turned a ghastly greenish white. Slick, dark blood seeped between his fingers, soaking into his shirt, dripping to the carpet. Groaning, he slumped back against the wall, slowly sliding to the floor.
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