For a reason he couldn't understand, a reason not tied to any concrete memory, hearing Logan tell him to shut up shot straight to his cock. He tugged at Logan's hair to keep him close, then let go of his face so he could pull the hem of his shirt up to feel the warmth of his skin and the muscles toned and tanned from a life surfing.
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Date: 2015-06-02 04:57 pm (UTC)