Inextinctus

What dreams are made of

When Logan got home that night, his two years old tabby cat Tilly was sat just inside the door, meowing and licking her paw. She barely even gave him a glance before going back to her ministrations. All Logan did was sigh and step around her, pressing the button on his answering machine that was flashing a red light notifying him to his awaiting message. He let the message run as he stepped into the kitchen and stripped off his wet clothes, shoving them in the washing machine so they didn't drip on the expensive rug he’d put on his staircase and on all upstairs. Nothing important registered on the answering machine, just a bunch of marketing companies asking him to buy things and he quickly pressed the erase button as he made his way upstairs.

He didn't bother with the light and thanks to the storm it was pitch black but he knew his house like the back of his hand, so he didn't really need the light to get up into his room. He did however switch the light on when he got into his room and sighed at how comfortable his bed looked. He was so tired he could practically hear his bed calling out to him. But he ignored it, instead dragging his wet, cold and tired body to the bathroom for a much-needed warm bath. As the water ran down his body, chasing the cold away he couldn't help noticing the crushing pain that was consuming his head as his mind wandered back to electric blue.  When Logan dropped him off at the manor, he had seriously felt like just going into the house with him and never letting go. He wanted to stay where he could always see that shock inducing shade of blue. 

As his thought ran rampant of his unusual encounter, a sudden flush of heat enveloped him and he could feel himself hardening for no reason. He couldn’t remember the last time he had an erection as a normal human male, let alone one as intense as this. He was so hard it was already dripping pre-c*m and he had to brace himself on the wall as his legs threatened to give out beneath him. He shoved one of his fists into his mouth trying to muffle the groan that wanted to rumble out of him. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He’d never been so turned on in his whole life and it wasn’t like he was thinking of anything dirty enough to turn him on so fast. His fist dropped out of his mouth, trailing a bit of saliva with it that was quickly washed away by the hot water of the shower.

Without his consent he had himself in his fist pumping away at the leaking appendage. He felt like crying at good it felt, his hips gyrating, thrusting himself through into his hand as his whimper slipped through his lips. He sank to his knees, the hot water beating down on his back as another wave of arousal hit him and he cried out, tears spilling from his eyes. Great big sobs were jerking his chest as he gripped himself hard, jerking faster, his legs falling apart like a common w***e. But still, his arousal kept mounting, tears leaking from his eyes at an even higher rate than the pre-c*m leaking from his prick but still no o****m. Logan wanted to cry, scratch that, he wanted to cry harder than he was already crying.

“Oh f**k please...” he panted as steam rose of out nowhere, another flush taking over him. He was pretty sure that his p***s was about to fall off, he wouldn’t be able to stand his arousal mounting again without coming or his d**k flat out falling off. His legs were going numb, pins and needles running through the limbs, but he ignored it.

“Well, since you begged” Logan’s arousal mounted even more at the sound of the low, husky voice. He knew that voice. He cried out as big, slightly calloused hands, pushed his fingers from his d**k and wrapped around him. The person barely even touched him before he was throwing his head back against his tilled bathroom wall and blowing his load all over the stranger’s hands, his fingers digging into the muscled wrist that was now slowly pumping him. His vision blurred and he swore he could see little fairies dancing around him his vision as his o****m threatened to knock him out. “That was quick” a light chuckle escaped the stranger and Logan remember that chuckle but he wasn’t sure. He loved it however, low with a hint of amusement and wonder and little hint of a promise.

He could feel another migraine coming on. How many would that make it in one day? His head felt too big and the dizziness was threatening to push him into unconsciousness. “Don’t even think I'm done with you yet, look at me beautiful” and through the blank daze that was his consciousness at that moment, Logan felt fingers on his chin, gripping him firmly and raising his face till he was staring into pools of electric blue that brought on another wave of arousal. “that’s what I thought” thin but somehow plump looking lips stretching into a small smile that made Logan feel gooey inside was the only warning he had before he was being yanked forward by his chin and being kissed within an inch of his life.

He could feel mister electric blue’s body lean forward pressing his kneeling form against the tile of his bathroom. His knees and legs protested the continued strain but was ignored. Settling his naked form firmly between Logan’s open legs till their erection were pressed firmly together as he slowly plundered Logan’s mouth.

Logan has kissed before and has also been kissed before but he’d never had anyone brand him during a kiss like this. He didn’t even bother to protest or fight as he felt electric blue’s tongue force its way into his mouth and proceed to plunder every corner of it. Logan let out a low groan as electric blue massaged his tongue before nipping at the wet muscle with his teeth then soothing the sting by sucking it. It was as if every suckle was hot wired to his groin because his erection felt life concrete as it pulsed against electric blues own very impressive package. Logan found himself trying to grind against him in the small space between the wall and the large frame between his legs. His breath was short as he wrapped his arms around electric blue’s muscular neck.

“Fuck...” Logan breathed followed by a strangled sob as his hips took a mind of their own and started gyrating on the thick erection he could feel rubbing against his own. He was seconds away from begging electric blue to just f**k him, he wanted to feel the sting of that thick length inside of him. Imagining it was driving him mad.  He was practically humping him as the hot water beat the both of them washing away the tears that were once again running track down his cheeks. He could feel tiny feather light kisses being dropped along his throat along with small bites and sucks that made him grind and cry harder. He had his eyes closed firmly trying to control himself and his body. A small, very tiny part of him was completely mortified at how desperate he was being, but he was leaking and electric blue was grinding back just as hard and desperate.

A small, very small part of him knew that whatever he was experiencing was physically impossible, however that part was way too small to make a difference. Hence it went completely unnoticed. “s**t, slow down baby” Logan whimpered at how low and husky electric blue sounded. His lust clouded mind couldn't help but think of how sexy his voice was. It could be the only sound that Logan ever heard for the rest of his life and he would be happy.

“Please...so close” Logan still had his eyes tightly closed as his head rolled from side to side begging for his release. He cried out as he felt electric blue grab both of them together and started to pump. The feeling of his d**k sliding against him was driving Logan mad.

“Open your eyes poppet” electric blue panted as he continued to pump their d**k together with one hand, the other hand gripping Logan’s waist tight, stopping him from grinding to get a little extra fiction. Logan didn't have the strength to reply so he just continued to throw his head from side to side as he continued to moan, groan and whimper. “If you don’t open your eyes and look at me, I won’t let you o****m” the whisper was right in his ear followed by a small nip at his earlobe, low, husky and so sexy it had Logan leaking like a broken faucet.

“Oh, s**t please! hah...” Logan’s eyes flew open as electric blue let out a small chuckle that went straight to his d**k. He could feel electric blue’s hand kneading his arse cheek, squeezing their d**k harder in his hand, pressing Logan closer to him. At this point, Logan was flat out begging as he scratched the living day light out of the tan skin that was covered in steam on the back of the muscular body he was pinned to. “So close!!” Logan has never cried during s*x before but he’d cried more in the past few minutes than he’d cried all his life. He felt like he was being electrocuted as his toes curled and his head buzzed, his o****m hitting him like a freight train as he screamed his lungs out, ripping the heck out of electric blue’s back. He didn't even have time to savour it before he was blacking out.