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Logan’s nape, twirling the strands as best he could.
    “Do you have something against it?”
    Colin shook his head no, leaning in to show Logan just how little he had against it. He wanted something more than the fleeting press of lips from before. Logan tasted like flour and orange juice, an odd combination if ever there was one. It didn’t stop Colin from deepening the kiss. He sank his hand into Logan’s hair while the other arm went around his shoulders, tugging him in closer. He wrapped his legs around his waist to keep him in place.
    The hands on his hips tightened for one brief squeeze, then Logan was sliding one up the front of his shirt, fingers trailing over his belly, which tightened at the contact. They scratched through the hair of his happy trail before moving up.
    “I thought this was just kissing,” Colin murmured against his lips.
    “Are you complaining?” asked Logan, tweaking one of Colin’s nipples at the same time.
    Colin’s back arched, thrusting his chest forward. He might have moaned. He shook his head, nipping at Logan’s jaw, ghosting a harsh breath over his skin. “Definitely not,” he said. “Keep going.”
    “Are you sure? I mean, we can do kissing only. Maybe you’re not ready for some heavy petting.” He tugged this time, scraping his nail over the sensitive nub when he released.
    “I’m definitely ready,” said Colin, moving back up to Logan’s mouth. He bit his bottom lip, pulling it out a little and releasing. He licked over his teeth marks in the plump flesh. “Totally ready.”
    Logan turned his head away and nosed his way down Colin’s neck to where it joined his shoulder. Colin breathed heavily, keeping his head tilted back, his fingers clenching in Logan’s short hair. His shirt was tugged aside, the neckline stretching as Logan moseyed his way down to Colin’s collarbone.
    His tongue followed the line of his collarbone, tracing faint patterns on it before he latched on and sucked. “Really,” gasped Colin. “Hickeys?” Logan tried to pull away, but Colin’s hand in his hair shoved him back down. “No, I love it,” he rushed to reassure. “Just make sure I get to return the favor.”
    Logan pinched his nipple, twisting and pulling, forcing Colin’s body to sway forward. He whined, loud and long. “You’re not playing fair,” he said. The angle Logan was keeping him at prevented him from getting his hands anywhere fun, and he itched to touch, to explore.
    The oven timer beeped. Logan’s head came up, his mouth leaving Colin’s skin. Colin held his hand trapped under his shirt. “We can make another batch,” he said.
    Logan arched his eyebrows, then used his free hand to pry Colin’s fingers off his wrist. “I’m not going to let the cookies burn.” He leaned forward and kissed the tip of Colin’s nose. “You’re hilarious.”
    “I’m not trying to be,” muttered Colin.
     
     
    “N O ,” SAID Colin. “Don’t even think about it.”
    “Well isn’t this a turning of the tables.”
    He dragged a pillow over his face, blocking out the site of Logan’s annoying face. “Go ’way.”
    The couch next to his side dipped as Logan sat down. If Colin had thought he could manage it, he would have tried to shove him from the couch. As it was, he was trying his hardest not to move.
    “I told you, you ate too many cookies.”
    Colin would have liked to argue, to deny, but he couldn’t. He’d eaten an impossible amount of cookies, and now he felt impossibly bad. He was pretty sure if he so much as moved an inch, the cookies would be coming back up. So he wasn’t moving. Or even breathing that heavy. The less his body moved, the better.
    “I’m dying,” he said, half convinced that he really was. He didn’t know what had possessed him, but he thought he might never eat another cookie again. The thought of icing made him gag. “Why did we need so many cookies?”
    “I’ve got a large family, who’s going to stay for multiple days.