““tonight. The man looking at him had nothing but love and trust in his eyes, and Logan knew they were all right—even after everything he’d confessed tonight. He lowered Tate’s legs to the rug and leaned over to grab the condom and lube. He was quick with both, making sure to thoroughly slick his cock and Tate’s waiting body. Then he was back between Tate’s legs, lining himself up. He’d dreamt about this moment. The moment he’d be making love with someone. As Tate stared up at him, Logan knew that this was that moment. He moved over him, positioned his cock, and slid home. ””
