He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror his hair was all messed up from the night. He sighed and his thoughts turned to Max instead of Asha. He always thought of Max at times like this. He placed his hands one on either side of the warm vessel and brought his lips down to their goal. His lips parted, his tongue darted and twirled and he slurped softly. Shivers went through his body as the warm liquid trickled into his mouth. He swallowed his Adams apple working in his throat and a smile on his lips. It was just the way he liked it ... light, sweet. Then there was the aroma. The smell that surrounded him it was arousing. The whole room smelt of it. It was hot and steamy. His glasses would have fogged up if he were wearing them but he never wore them for this. He hated that Max wasn't here. His lips parted again softly reaching out for their goal and he used his hands pressed up against the warmth to help guide them to the right spot. He sighed lapping at the warm sticky liquid. He sighed and relaxed as the warmth washed over him in waves. He needed this. There was nothing like it and Logan whished that he could have shared it with Max. Only Max wasn't there. It was true there was nothing quite like ...
... the first warm fresh cup of morning coffee!