:D Sorry for the rushed ending...
"Logan," Julian spits. "Logan, we can't."
"Hell if we can't," Logan says, pushing Julian's pants down around his knees. They're in the bathroom at the fucking aquarium, and Julian is appalled that Logan has him shoved up against a wall of a public bathroom. The handicap stall to boot.
"A paraplegic is going come in here, and he's not going to be able to use the bathroom because you can't keep it in your pants," Julian whimpers as Logan's lube-slicked fingers--that bastard had this planned--press into him, working him open.
"He'll just be happy that someone's able to get some," Logan says before he can stop himself.
"Logan!" Julian gasps, half because of Logan's offensive statement and half because Logan fingers are rubbing right against his prostate, and holy shit, this is still so wrong.
"What?" Logan's voice is smug, and it drives Julian insane. "That impatient, Julian?"
"Fuckkk," Julian moans. "Just do it. Come on. Please." Logan pushes Julian forward slightly, slipping on a condom before pressing against him, his chest flushed with Julian's back. He slides his cock between Julian's cheeks a few times, earning himself a sharp gasp and jerk back.
"All right," Logan chuckles, lining himself up with Julian's tight hole. He pushes in slowly, forehead falling against Julian's shoulder and fingers gripping the brunet's hips tightly. "Julian..."
"Logan," Julian whines, hands reaching around and cupping Logan's ass, pulling him closer, burying him deeper. "C'mon, harder. Don't tease."
"I don't want to--shit--I don't want to hurt you," Logan says. "Sorry for being a considerate asshole."
"I don't need consideration, I need your dick inside me," Julian says harshly, pushing back even harder. Logan simply smiles and really starts fucking Julian, pulling all the way out before shoving back it as far he could manage. Julian practically melts, forehead pressed to the cool metal of the stall. He loves the stretch of Logan inside him, the burn and the pressure, and just--just--
Julian's right there, teetering on the edge of climax, so close he can't even coherently say anything, when Logan's hot, heavy hand wraps around his cock. Julian loses it then, coming hard.
He collapses, hot cheek pressed against the cool metal of the wall. Logan thrusts a few more times before his whole body pulls taut against Julian's, biting in Julian's neck hard enough to mark.
Logan wastes no time pulling out and grabbing toilet paper to clean Julian and the stall. Then he tugs the brunet's pants up while Julian continues to lounge, unwillingly to move.
Once they both sort of suited for public, Logan takes Julian's hand and pull him along.
"C'mon, before Derek notices," he says.
"I'm pretty sure he'll know," Julian murmurs back. "He can smell sex a mile away..." They stumble out together, Julian doing his best to smooth out his shirt.
Derek is waiting for them, arms folded across his chest.
"What the hell took so--" His eyes dart back and forth between them, narrowing in on the slightly red and purple bite mark peeking just above Julian's collar. "You sick bastards did not."
"Did not what?" Logan says innocently.
"Oh, my God. Judging you. Judging you so hard."
ten bucks says derek did it already
twice