Put Your Hands On Me
Logan grabbed at bare flesh, nails curling into the smooth skinof James' side and the stubble at the back of his neck. He felt the growl more than heard it; reverberating through their locked lips. Hard hands gripped him beneath his armpits, turning and slamming him back hard. Their kiss broke, Logan wincing as his shoulder blades dug into plaster.
James' eyes burned into Logan's, upper lip curled into a snarl. Logan grabbed his neck and dragged him back in, licking at his teeth. James' teeth latched onto his frantic tongue. James forced his head back, sharing breath but not kissing. Logan carded his fingers through James' hair, panting hard.
"Come on." Logan would deny it came out as whine until the day he died.
James grunted, hands tightening on Logan's cheeks in a clear 'shut up'. Logan rolled his hips forward instead.
James bucked back, grinding him into the wall. His head dipped, tilting Logan's neck to the side and inhaling deeply. He nipped Logan's clavicle.
Hot, wet breath on Logan's ear made him groan.
"Turn around."
"Wh—"
James didn't wait for him to do as he was told, just jerked him in a 180 and flattened him against the wall again, mouth closing over the back of Logan's neck. Logan let his forehead hit the cool surface with a dull thump and hitched breath.
Hands smoothed down his ribs, down his hips, circling his waistband. One dipped in the front, under his shorts and briefs, closing around the base of his cock.
"James!"
Teeth entered the equation again; pain shooting down Logan's spine in the same moment that James flexed his fingers.
"Please, God, please, I can't—" Logan cut himself off with a moan as James flattened himself against Logan's back. He was a wall of heat, crowding in on Logan's in a way that probably shouldn't have felt as good as it did. Logan pressed back as far as James' muscles would give.
He wished he'd had a chance to take his shirt off. Skin on skin would have felt amazing.
James jerked him roughly. Logan arched, nails scrapping over the off-white paint, eyes squeezed shut.
"Fuck me. James, please, I need—"
"No." His voice was deep and full of gravel; one step away from utterly wrecked.
Logan did whine that time; high and long. James twisted his wrist, biting the juncture between neck and shoulder, half over the neckline of Logan's shirt. It wrung a small shout out of him.
"Please!"
James' freehand clapped over his mouth. The smell of sweat was strong and bitter just beneath his nose. Logan stifled his moaning against the skin, slicking James' palm with the condensation his breath created.
The sudden, hot line of James' erection pressing against his ass pushed Logan over the edge. He gasped uselessly, throat and eyes burning for air, hips jerking as he came.
James pulled away, backing up one step at a time. Logan turned sluggishly, watching him go.
"Do you want me to…" He looked down at the bulge in James' jeans.
James' eyes flashed, chest rising and falling rapidly, but he kept backing away. He turned and left without answering.
Logan took that to mean 'later
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