Carlos sipped his champagne and licked his lips. The music from the party downstairs floated soothingly into the dark, starless night and mingled rudely with his train of thought.
They were leaving the next morning for New York, but Logan had barely looked at him the entire night. And yet, he had gotten all dressed up and made an effort to attend the stupid farewell gala.
He scoffed with realization. Logan had got what he wanted, and now he was done with him.
"Why aren't you downstairs, my love?" Logan's voice sent a familiar sensation to his groin as he came up behind him.
"I just needed some air." Carlos lied easily, moaning as Logan pressed his groin against his ass and kissed his neck.
"I've left you alone for most of the night. I'm sorry." He whispered, flicking his warm tongue over Carlos' adam's apple.
"Oh, Logan." Carlos shuddered. He felt the amount of lust packed in his two words.
"I know, baby. Me too." Logan rasped, grinding against Carlos with growing urgency. His hands dipped to the button on Carlos' pants and undid them, slid them down this thick thighs and went to work stroking his hardening cock.
"Lo--ahh...gan, someone will--aah...see--fuck...us." Carlos moaned, pumping his cock into Logan's fist.
"Then let them, love. You're beautiful and I want to show you off to everyone." Logan replied, undoing his own pants.
He bent Carlos over the railing and pushed a wet finger between his cheeks. When he had opened Carlos' ass up, he coated his cock with his spit and slid into Carlos, growling as the boy's insides clenched tightly around his cock.
"Fuck!" Carlos seethed and grabbed the rails so tight his knuckles turned white.
"Just like that, baby?" He whispered into Carlos' ear, thrusting hard and fast into him. Carlos nodded, closing his eyes as moans slipped loudly out of his slightly parted lips.
He fucked back with fervor, his ass connecting slickly with Logan's wet skin. He felt Logan's cock grow inside him and he jerked his own cock...he found it very hot when they came at the same time.
"Fuck, fuck, fuucck...you ready sweetheart?" Logan asked shakily, tightening his grip around Carlos' waist and fucking him even faster.
"Yes, yess...oh god right there, I'm coming, I'm fucking coming!"
Their screams filled the night air as they both came, and fell against the railing for support.
"I'm going to miss being with you after tomorrow, when all this is over." Carlos whispered sadly when they were in their bed, and buried his face in Logan's neck.
Logan held him tighter, breathing into his hair.
"Then reconsider living with me, sweetheart, "he said as he drew small circles with his finger on Carlos' back.
Carlos giggled softly and kissed Logan's collarbone. He wanted to be around Logan, but he also did not want to be a burden on anyone. And besides...Greece was very romantically misleading. He pushed himself up on an elbow and looked at Logan.
"Logan having sex is one thing. Moving in together, I mean...are you even sure you really love me?" Carlos asked playfully, but Logan saw the need for reassurance behind his eyes.
He lowered his face and kissed him lightly, but somehow still got dizzy.
"More than anything." He said firmly as he kissed him again.
Carlos relaxed and placed his head on Logan's chest. He hummed, doodling circles over his skin and pretended to think about it.
"Okay, fine. Let's give moving in together a try," he said with a chuckle and drifted off to sleep.
Sorry, it's kinda short, and the writing is a bit rushed. I just wanted a filler chapter I guess.
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