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Logan had been monosyllabic with Alec since they'd arrived at the theater, his demeanor clouding further as the Mozart arpeggio-ed its way to the interval.
“It was supposed to help, Logan,” Alec began the moment Logan’s friend closed the little door to the box behind her. "I didn’t mean for my blow job to freak you out. It’s no big deal."
It didn't work.
“It is a big deal!“ Logan hissed, struggling to keep his voice down. “I hadn’t – I mean I didn’t think I could – then what you said – and I even thought about Max but I still wanted you to go ahead! God, I wanted it so much,” he added, his distress loud and clear in his voice.
“Of course you did, Logan,” Alec replied mildly. “I’m a fucking sex god and no-one’s been near your pecker in months, not even you. You look up ‘inevitable’ in the dictionary, that’s exactly how they define it.”
Logan looked appalled and ashamed in equal measure.
“I cheated on Max,“ he said mournfully. “I – I didn’t think I was that kind of a man.”
“No, you didn't cheat, man," Alec said in the same mild tone, though his certainty added an undertone of seriousness to his words. "It isn’t that complicated. You needed to see if your junk still worked after you ended up in that wheelchair, and I was trying to get my messed-up hormones back under control. If it isn’t cheating on Max to take your opera buddy on dates to the theater, then it’s practically a medical procedure to have a physical therapist help sort out a problem with your–your undercarriage,” Alec explained with a gesture that was wholly unnecessary, in Logan's opinion.
“You didn’t become my physiotherapist just by claiming that’s who you were when I introduced you to Sarah! And I’m sure ‘blow job’ isn’t a medically licensed tax-deductible service!” Logan hissed in an exasperated whisper. Alec bent down close to Logan’s ear.
“You would have preferred me to tell her I’m your sex therapist? Tell her I could still taste your jizz on my tongue when we met?” Alec asked, his voice low, his breath sending shivers down Logan’s spine. “And I’m not after your money, Logan. Need your help again, man. Been hard as fuckin’ granite ever since the limo, all for you.” Alec took Logan’s unresisting hand and pressed it for a moment against Alec’s impressive erection. “In fact,” Alec wedged the back of a chair under the door handle then put his hands on the brakes of Logan’s wheelchair, “I was thinking we could squeeze in a quick physical therapy session before your girl gets back from the bar.”
“What?” Logan hissed in a shocked whisper, looking around although he knew there was no one within hearing distance.
Alec wheeled Logan backwards, deeper into the shadows at the back of the box. He licked Logan’s ear.
“Gonna make me beg again, man? Ya like it when I’m so fucking needy I have to beg? Because I'd do absolutely anything right now. I've been rock hard for over a fucking hour for you, Logan, and I need your help to fix it. Please. Let me jerk us both off. Wanna feel your dick sliding against mine, so velvety smooth and hot and hard, right here, right now, in this theater, where five hundred fucking opera lovers might see us and your date could walk right in on us.”
“God!” Logan groaned. Alec wasn’t even touching Logan’s ear any more – his hot breath was merely ghosting over Logan’s sensitive skin – but that barest sensation combined with Alec’s filthy words (and his begging! Logan couldn’t understand why Alec’s begging got him so hard so fast, but he couldn’t deny that it did) was driving Logan crazy for the second time in as many hours. Jesus, how could he have been so convinced that he couldn't get it up any more? he'd had more self-restraint when he was a teenager! And the idea of people (of Sarah!) catching sight of Alec jerking them off together should be mortifying, not making him hard.
Alec continued, relentless, his voice turning huskier as he went on.
“Got an exhibitionist kink, Logan? Is it the risk of someone seeing us that’s turning you on right now? Or do you want them all to see how fuckin’ gorgeous you are when you cum?” Alec’s voice sounded wrecked. “Gonna make me beg harder, man?”
“Fuck, Alec, do it,” Logan rasped, throat dry.
Alec grinned, then seized Logan and lifted him easily from his wheelchair. He turned them both and balanced Logan on top of the little stack of spare chairs that were concealed behind the drapes in the farthest corner of the box. It set Logan’s crotch at just the right height when he stepped close between Logan’s thighs. Alec leaned in to Logan’s ear again.
“Just gonna be a quickie, ‘cause we don't have much time.”
With that Alec deftly opened Logan’s pants and slid them and his underwear down to catch on the man’s feet. Alec shucked his own pants then moved even closer, his hand grasping both hard cocks, loose and easy, before squeezing them together, palming both tips, sliding his own solid length along the underside of Logan’s shaft, his slippery precum slicking the way as Logan moaned softly.
Alec licked over his hand right in front of Logan’s face and fuck that was hot, pink tongue slathering saliva, then Alec’s warm, wet fingers were back around both of them. He circled their shafts, tighter now, and resumed fucking along Logan’s length, getting the perfect amount of friction in just the right spot behind the heads of both cocks as they frotted together. Alec was close when they started and Logan was catching up fast, jerking in Alec’s hand at every thrust. Alec changed up a gear until he was hammering with his hips to get maximum friction between them as well as squeezing his hand around their lengths and Logan’s eyes closed, his every breath an ‘oh oh oh’ in Alec’s face until Alec couldn’t hold off any longer.
“Close, fuck,” Alec huffed.
“Wait,” Logan huffed, then at the outraged noise Alec made he added, “together.”
“Yessir,” Alec whimpered and Logan threw his head back and groaned. Alec’s hips hadn’t faltered for a second, his body obeying Logan's command in spite of Alec’s desperate need for release and Logan was amazed at how that simple fact had him accelerating towards his second impossible orgasm in two hours. Alec’s head slumped to Logan’s shoulder and his wrecked voice, his litany of “pleasepleasepleaseplease” as Alec’s lips brushed right against his ear had Logan teetering on the brink in less than a dozen thrusts.
“Now – now,” Logan rasped. Alec pounded two more hard strokes into his hand then came in five or six great heaving pulses, a sound as soft as a sigh trickling from his mouth. The sensation of Alec releasing while his shaft was still pressed tight against Logan's own and the feeling of the transgenic’s hot cum making his own cock wet and sloppy finished Logan off, too, adding to the sticky mess between them. Alec stilled, panting, his head still on Logan’s shoulder which felt oddly comforting to Logan (almost intimate, Logan thought) as he got his own breathing back under control.
“Fucking asshole, making me wait like that,” Alec murmured after a minute, but there was more fucked-out contentment than heat to his words.
"Where did that 'yessir' come from?" Logan asked, grinning.
"Don't – don't," Alec managed.
"I'm sorry," Logan said, immediately and sincerely, inwardly cursing at his stupid question. "You, uh, you okay, Alec?" he asked after a moment, genuine concern bleeding into his voice.
"Yeah. Always," Alec murmured, and Logan could feel the transgenic's smirk against his neck. Logan huffed a small laugh.
"Okay, smartass," Logan smiled.
Slowly, deliberately, Alec stood without backing away, held up his dripping hand between them then licked, sucking their mingled mess off his palm and fingers with obscene delight, dragging a final, low moan from Logan's throat and a twitching last dribble from Logan's cock. Alec then surprised Logan by dropping to his knees and taking Logan into his mouth, gently, licking him clean before pulling his pants back up in a gesture full of unexpected tenderness. Alec used his shirt tails to wipe his own dick before tucking himself away.
The door to the box rattled as both men were fastening their belts. They exchanged a look as a voice floated through.
“Logan? Alan? They gave me a tray to carry the drinks and now I can’t open the door. Would you mind?”
"Alan?" Logan mouthed at Alec, grinning. Alec rolled his eyes.
“Allow me,” Alec called out. He swiftly deposited Logan back into his wheelchair then removed the chair that he had wedged under the door handle. He grinned at Logan.
“Flying low there, dude,” Alec warned, nodding towards Logan's lap, then turned to open the door, chuckling as he heard Logan’s quiet ‘shit!’ followed by the sound of his zipper. He pulled the door open and beamed at Sarah.