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warm. Before he knew it he was sliding into sleep, the words on the page now nothing but a blur.
     
     
    W HATEVER WAS underneath him was moving and not near as soft as the couch had been. He frowned. His hand patted the surface, felt it rise and fall. “What?” he muttered and cracked open his eyes.
    His face was tucked into a warm neck, his legs tangled with familiar muscular legs.
    “Did you know,” said a familiar voice, “that you’re quite active in your sleep?”
    Colin closed his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
    Logan’s arm was around his waist. He squeezed him. “Nothing to be sorry for. You’re like a blanket.”
    “How long?” asked Colin. He tried to pull up and away, to retreat back to the spot he’d originally fallen asleep in. Logan wouldn’t let him. He kept him pinned in place. Colin couldn’t look him in the face.
    “A couple hours. I was napping, and you just threw yourself down on me. Eyes closed and all. I don’t know how you didn’t wake up.”
    “I used to sleepwalk,” said Colin. “Had to do those sleep studies and everything. It hasn’t happened in ages.” He tried to push away again. Logan let him go this time, grunting when Colin used his chest to push himself up. From that angle, Colin was looking down into Logan’s face.
    Logan looked sleepy with his eyes half-lidded and hair mussed. In the soft light, the gray in his hair wasn’t as noticeable. He gripped Colin’s hips and smiled when Colin blinked down at him in surprise.
    “I’m going to try something,” said Logan. “Let me know what you think.”
    Colin started to say what, but was interrupted by Logan’s mouth touching his. He froze, as still as a statue, his eyes popping wide as Logan pressed up into him while insistently moving his lips.
    After a moment Logan pulled back, slight disappointment written across his face. Colin got with the program. He followed him down, reconnecting their lips and sliding his hands into Logan’s hair. His heart felt like someone had doubled the beat. He couldn’t believe it.
    One of Logan’s hands moved to his ass and cupped, pushing him down and forward. Colin moaned eagerly into Logan’s mouth, fingers twisting tight in his hair.
    Logan broke their kiss, running the hand not on his ass over his back. “Yeah?” he asked.
    Colin huffed, tracing his lips over Logan’s jaw. “Yeah,” he said. “I can’t believe you have to ask.” He couldn’t believe they were kissing in the first place. This kind of thing did not happen to Colin.
    Logan flipped them. There was a chance Colin made an undignified squeaking noise. He laughed down at him, bending to kiss the hollow of his neck. He nosed his way up to his mouth, leaving a trail of messy kisses on his way and a couple nips here and there. Colin wiggled beneath him, tilting his hips and searching for friction.
    “Slow,” said Logan, right before he kissed him again. He kept him pinned to the couch with his weight as he slowly ravished Colin’s mouth. Colin didn’t think he’d ever been kissed so thoroughly or with so much thought.
    Colin hitched his leg up around Logan’s waist, laughing when Logan asked him if he understood what slow meant. “Just like this,” murmured Colin, biting at Logan’s jaw. It took a lot of effort on his part to keep things there, to resist the urge to thrust into Logan’s weight and rub himself off. He kept his hands on Logan’s back, sliding them underneath his shirt to touch warm skin. He could feel the muscles rippling and traced the movement with his fingers.
    He didn’t know how long they lay like that, exchanging nothing more than slow kisses and the occasional detour downward to suck a mark into exposed skin. Colin was pretty sure he was going to have a hickey necklace. “I don’t think I’ve kissed this much since I was in my teens,” he said, head shoved back into the pillow as Logan sucked on the sensitive skin behind his ear.
    Logan worked his way back to his mouth, grazing