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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
23
Views:
3,834
Reviews:
51
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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Chapter 21
Chapter 21
Logan Kane was simply a man of the world. He was a man of his own making. Having walked away from a poor tired family when he was sixteen, he figured he was doing his parents a favor by not showing up for meals again.
He’d fixed up an old bike he found in Mr. Cooper’s junkyard and hightailed it out of the hills of Nowhereville, USA. He’d been to enough towns to earn a little money, eat, sleep, and fix up his bike to keep it on the road a bit longer. After countless years, it was worthy enough to be potentially stolen. God help whoever thought themselves brave enough to rip Logan off.
Coming to the City had opened up a plethora of doors for Logan. One of which led to his current association. Three weeks in the City and he was checking out some classic dive bar, where he would probably be able to hustle a few games of pool and roll a few drunks. That was until he saw that halo of blonde hair sitting among the years of accumulated dirt, grime, and miscellaneous substances.
Augustus was holding court with a crowd that steadily listening to his tale and equally entranced by his flowing southern drawl. Like honey in water, it was flowed slow and soft, but lingered and clouded the mind with whatever pictures he weaved with language. The members of the court looked pretty rough. A few bikers and other rough looking fellows who expected some good old southern loving when the blonde finished. Logan wondered if the blond was prepared to give so freely of himself in the end.
He decided to take it into his own hands when he noticed that the booze and talk were drying up and the looks trained on the blond became more feral. He kicked in his own regional accent and descended on the table as the first big and meaty hand was finding its way underneath the blonde’s shirt.
The blond squirmed in response to the unwanted touch. Saying no at this point might lead to a riot and other consequences that left the blond in even worse shape. “Alright, Darling, I think you’ve made me jealous enough.”
Logan had the attention of all the occupants. He hoped he wasn’t risking his neck for nothing and began to doubt the execution of his plan when the blond crowed. “Do you take back everything that you said, Suga?”
“I most certainly do.” Logan extended his hand over the table, which the blond took to the disappointment of the guys around the table. One in particular looked like he wasn’t going to drop the issue. Logan wasn’t a mountain of a man, but he wasn’t a runt. Enough times getting his ass kicked had shown him how to fight and he could. It was how he made his living after all.
They left without any altercations. Logan pulled the blonde on to his motorcycle and drove for a few blocks before stopping. “I figure this is where you get off.”
“Really? I thought I was getting off at your place?” The blond retorted.
“I would think that my intervention would teach that playing with strangers isn’t always good for your health. You just missed experiencing gangrape 101. Most people would be grateful.”
“And scared shitless, but I have my own personal Robin Hood, who happens to be hot as hell. So, do you say…” Those long elegant fingers crawled over his skin. Accompanied by those bright blue eyes, that teasing grin, and coy expression, Logan began to reconsider. Logan let him on again.
“Got a name Tall, Dark, and Handsome?” The blonde asked as the wind whipped around them.
“Yeah, Logan. And you, Sunchild?”
“Augustus at your service.”
That night Augustus truly was in Logan’s service. He was fucked so thoroughly, the experience could have been likened to losing his virginity again. He lost count of the number of times he’d come was an understatement.
There were two things about Logan. Two certainties. He could fuck and he could do pretty much everything else.
TBC/?
Reviews are always welcome
Logan Kane was simply a man of the world. He was a man of his own making. Having walked away from a poor tired family when he was sixteen, he figured he was doing his parents a favor by not showing up for meals again.
He’d fixed up an old bike he found in Mr. Cooper’s junkyard and hightailed it out of the hills of Nowhereville, USA. He’d been to enough towns to earn a little money, eat, sleep, and fix up his bike to keep it on the road a bit longer. After countless years, it was worthy enough to be potentially stolen. God help whoever thought themselves brave enough to rip Logan off.
Coming to the City had opened up a plethora of doors for Logan. One of which led to his current association. Three weeks in the City and he was checking out some classic dive bar, where he would probably be able to hustle a few games of pool and roll a few drunks. That was until he saw that halo of blonde hair sitting among the years of accumulated dirt, grime, and miscellaneous substances.
Augustus was holding court with a crowd that steadily listening to his tale and equally entranced by his flowing southern drawl. Like honey in water, it was flowed slow and soft, but lingered and clouded the mind with whatever pictures he weaved with language. The members of the court looked pretty rough. A few bikers and other rough looking fellows who expected some good old southern loving when the blonde finished. Logan wondered if the blond was prepared to give so freely of himself in the end.
He decided to take it into his own hands when he noticed that the booze and talk were drying up and the looks trained on the blond became more feral. He kicked in his own regional accent and descended on the table as the first big and meaty hand was finding its way underneath the blonde’s shirt.
The blond squirmed in response to the unwanted touch. Saying no at this point might lead to a riot and other consequences that left the blond in even worse shape. “Alright, Darling, I think you’ve made me jealous enough.”
Logan had the attention of all the occupants. He hoped he wasn’t risking his neck for nothing and began to doubt the execution of his plan when the blond crowed. “Do you take back everything that you said, Suga?”
“I most certainly do.” Logan extended his hand over the table, which the blond took to the disappointment of the guys around the table. One in particular looked like he wasn’t going to drop the issue. Logan wasn’t a mountain of a man, but he wasn’t a runt. Enough times getting his ass kicked had shown him how to fight and he could. It was how he made his living after all.
They left without any altercations. Logan pulled the blonde on to his motorcycle and drove for a few blocks before stopping. “I figure this is where you get off.”
“Really? I thought I was getting off at your place?” The blond retorted.
“I would think that my intervention would teach that playing with strangers isn’t always good for your health. You just missed experiencing gangrape 101. Most people would be grateful.”
“And scared shitless, but I have my own personal Robin Hood, who happens to be hot as hell. So, do you say…” Those long elegant fingers crawled over his skin. Accompanied by those bright blue eyes, that teasing grin, and coy expression, Logan began to reconsider. Logan let him on again.
“Got a name Tall, Dark, and Handsome?” The blonde asked as the wind whipped around them.
“Yeah, Logan. And you, Sunchild?”
“Augustus at your service.”
That night Augustus truly was in Logan’s service. He was fucked so thoroughly, the experience could have been likened to losing his virginity again. He lost count of the number of times he’d come was an understatement.
There were two things about Logan. Two certainties. He could fuck and he could do pretty much everything else.
TBC/?
Reviews are always welcome