After Dark: about a boy who got dragged into a world of sex, love, and horror

After Dark ch2: a story sort of like Queer As Folk in the beginning

Wilder than Expected

“Make yourself at home,” Logan said as soon as he closed the door to his loft.

Ryan collapsed onto the couch, still shaken by Logan’s drug-induced madness that he had claimed was driving. Ryan considered it a miracle that they were still alive, not to mention remarkably jail-free.

Logan called from the open kitchen. “You want anything to drink? Or anything else for that matter?”

“No thanks,” Ryan called back.

It was tempting to douse his fear in alcohol, but he wanted to be fully awake for whatever happened next. And though he was considered naïve by most kids his age, he knew that something was going to happen tonight. He wondered how far he should let things progress. The kiss had been nice—more than nice—but he had never done more than kiss a girl, let alone a guy.

He didn’t even bother asking himself why he had gotten into the car with Logan in the first place. He knew why. This wasn’t about some stupid English project anymore. A big part of it was Logan himself. The kiss. His never-ending confidence. His indescribable beauty.

But it was more than that. Ryan had never acted out in his life. He’d always been the perfect son, the kind of boy that made his daddy proud. For the past year or so, he had felt as if he had outgrown that kind of innocent perfection—he had wanted something different. He hadn’t known what, but now he had a good idea.

And that idea had a lot to do with the man standing before him right now, sipping a dry martini like he had all the time in the world.

“Well, are you just going to sit there all night?” Logan asked with one eyebrow raised.

He had already removed his leather jacket, revealing an extremely well-fitting black wife beater underneath, and now he leaned languidly against a corner shadowed in darkness as he watched Ryan over the rim of his cocktail glass.

“Um.”

Very intelligent, dumbass, Ryan thought viciously to himself. Logan’s eyebrow climbed impossibly higher at his incoherent, monosyllabic answer.

Deciding that actions would come easier than words, Ryan hesitantly got up from the white leather sofa. Watching Logan in the shadows all the while, he slowly shrugged out of his jacket and dropped it on the white leather behind him. Logan didn’t stir, but Ryan could have sworn something had flashed in his eyes.

Hoping for a better reaction, he reached for the hem of his thin cotton hoodie. With one swift motion, he pulled it over his head. As soon as the navy cloth cleared his eyes, Logan was suddenly there, kissing him with an undeniable hunger.

“God, you’re such a tease.”

With Logan guiding them, they managed to make it past the frosted glass divider and onto the giant king-sized bed without ever having to unlock their lips. Ryan might have stubbed his toe somewhere along the way, but he was too lost in heady pleasure to complain.

Ryan landed on the soft mattress with an oomph. But Logan didn’t let him catch his breath. His lips replaced any oxygen Ryan might have gotten. Still not complaining.

Logan pushed away from Ryan for a second to rid himself of the rest of his clothes. He lunged back in for more kissing before Ryan could catch more than a glimpse of perfectly smooth chest. Logan ground down and Ryan was immediately aware of the heavy weight of the older man’s desire against his thigh.

Before he could get too freaked out about how fast things were going, Logan began mouthing against his neck. He surrendered himself to the myriad of sensations threatening to drown him. He had no idea that the skin around his throat was so sensitive, but now that he knew, he didn’t want Logan to stop.