Burnt Offerings: A Forbidden MM Erotica Collection

One

“Logan!”

Logan Braxton whirled around at the sound of the familiar voice, a smirk creeping into his lips.

The terrace was crowded with students waiting to file into the pool party, but he could easily recognize his best friend’s voice anywhere, anytime.

They’d been friends for the longest time now, and they were barely inseparable.

Finn’s face appeared a moment later, pushing through the sea of people that separated them.

“Where the fuck have you been, man?” Finn called, slapping a hand on Logan’s back. “I was at your house only moments ago.”

“You were at my house?!” Logan repeated, his tone laced with disbelief.

“Yeah,” Finn nodded. “I asked your mom when—“

“Oh, come on, dude. You weren’t supposed to be at my house. My parents don’t even know I left the house.”

“Yeah well,” Finn gave him a quick wink, “I figured. Cause I went up to your room and found it empty. Don’t worry though,” he grinned, “I didn’t snitch.”

Exhaling a sigh of relief, Logan nodded. “Cool. We both would have become toast overnight, otherwise.”

Grinning, Finn threw his arm around Logan’s shoulder and pushed into the house.

Logan cleared his throat, reaching up to undo the first three buttons of his shirt. He was suddenly hot and bothered by the closeness of his best friend, and he couldn’t understand why.

Was it his cologne? The way his golden curls fell over his eyes?

For goodness’s sake, why was he even noticing things like that?

“What’s up with you, dude?” Finn asked moments later, when they’d slipped past the door. “Why did you come dressed in a shirt?” He laughed at the look on Logan’s face, shaking his head. “Ah, dude. How do you plan to get any girls dressed like that?”

Logan cleared his throat, throwing his arm off. “Get off, dude,” he murmured, adjusting his shirt. “I’ll sort myself out.”

Finn shrugged, the grin still dancing on his lips. “Just hang by the pool,” he said as he started to walk away, “I’ll get some stash.”

Logan swallowed a lump as he watched his best friend’s retreating back, the golden curls on his head seemingly more attractive tonight.

Pushing the thought away, he jammed his fingers into his pockets and strode towards the pool.

A number of his classmates were clustered together in the pool, girls shrieking their asses off and wiggling it in the air, the boys engaging in a playful handball game.

Scratching his jaw, he swept his gaze over the face of the girls, hunting his pick for the night.

None of the faces in sight appealed to him, most unnatural and too painted.

Logan almost regretted attending the party at all.

But before the regret could settle fully in his chest, a warm hand slipped under his shirt from behind.

He whirled around to see Alicia Smith smiling up at him, her green eyes sparkling under the yellow lights above.

“Hi, handsome,” she purred, stepping closer to him, “I didn’t think I’d see you here tonight.”

Returning her smile, Logan carefully covered her palm with his under her shirt, prying it away and pulling her close. “Hello, Alicia,” he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips. “It’s good to see you too.”

Alicia was the one hot girl he couldn’t seem to get off his back.

It wasn’t like he didn’t find her attractive, but those little sparks and jitters that were supposed to fly between them, just weren't there.

But he liked her..

“Who pulled you out of your closet, though?” She asked, linking arms with him. “I mean, you hardly ever attend stuff like this.. you know? I’m guessing we have your best friend to thank for gracing us with your handsome presence.”

Logan smiled, reaching a hand up to smooth down her hair. “Well..you could say that.”

Just then, the dj switched the pulsing blues to a Jamaican beat that got the crowd raving wild, water splashing everywhere on dry land as some of the folks in the water jumped out to move to the beat.

A sultry smile dancing on her lips, Alicia whirled around, pressing her ass cheeks against Logan’s front.

“You know how to move to this song?” She asked, batting her lashes at me.

“Well,” I shrugged, my gaze sweeping across the sea of faces in search of Finn who had disappeared more than a while ago, “I guess I can try.”

Giggling, she took my hands and guided it to her hips, and we began to move to the Jamaican beat.

But my mind wasn’t focused on her. It was on my best friend.

Where the hell was he, anyway?”

He appeared just then, peeking his face through the door at the far end and signaling to Logan.

Rolling his eyes, Logan leaned down and brushed Alicia’s hair away from her ears. “I’ll be right back,” he whispered, and before she could respond, he slipped away.

Finn stood on the other side of the door with a joint between his lips, watching from where he leaned against the wall, as Logan approached.

“Where did you head off to, man?”

“I had to pick up this spliff from Jake,” Finn replied in-between drags, keeping his gaze locked on his best friend. “Come on,” he nudged towards the flight of stairs.

“Where to, now?” Logan queried as he followed. “We can’t possibly smoke this out here.”

The room they stepped into upstairs was warm and cozy, and Logan glanced at the pictures of half-naked women that were littered across the walls.

“Whose room is this?” He asked.

“This is Jake’s room. He’s asked us to smoke this spliff in here. Apparently, there could be adult eyes watching, and he doesn’t want to get into trouble.”

“Well.” Logan took the spliff from Finn’s fingers and took a long drag, sinking into the bed.

An instant wave of ecstasy invaded his senses, dulling them. And soon, he was drifting on the high of a substance he knew nothing about.

This was the reason he was here.. not the fucking loud music..or the alcohol..

“What the fuck is this, Finn?” He asked, staring at the spliff in his fingers with a new curiosity. “It’s so fucking good.”

“Yeah,” Finn replied, sinking down next to him on the bed. “It's really good stuff. That’s actually why we’re smoking it in here.”

Logan suddenly found Finn’s closeness quite distracting, or was it the high that confused him?

But the more Finn’s cologne drifted into his nose, the more confused Logan got.

So he scooted away, clearing his throat. “So, uhm, you invite any girl over or something?”

Finn met his gaze, his eyes burning like coals of fire. “What girl? Look man, we should talk about how you plan on getting into the water with your shirt on.”

Before Logan could respond, Finn scooted even closer to him, the spliff between his lips.

“You need to dive in shirtless, you know.”

His breath suddenly hot and raspy, Logan watched as Finn reached up and started to unbutton his shirt with steady fingers.

“What are you doing, dude?”

Finn paused, removing the spliff from between his lips. “Helping you do what you aren’t going to do for yourself.” His gaze dropped to Logan’s lips momentarily, and he swallowed.

Logan reached up and caught his wrist, glaring down at him with burning heat in his eyes. “Cut the shit out, Finn. You can’t—“

What Finn did next completely shocked Logan, stealing the breath from him.

Finn leaned down and caught his lips in a light kiss, and Logan froze, his heart thudding in his chest.

What the fuck?

But he didn’t remain in freeze mode for long. Yearning, he opened his lips to Finn, urging the kiss on.

For the next few seconds, it was a tangle of breaths and hands in the room, as each of them groped each other with a fervent hunger that sliced through their bodies.

Then, almost as abruptly as he’d initiated the kiss, Finn tore his lips off and pulled away, his breathing hot and ragged.

Logan, confused as hell and still wanting that kiss, reached for him. “Finn—“

The words were snatched from his lips as Finn’s fist connected with his jaw in a hard slam, his eyes blazing furiously. “You bastard.”