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It was late in the evening and the Ghosts had all gathered in the lounge after finishing their work for the day. They were scattered about the room, a movie playing in the background. Hesh was gone on a scouting mission, so the other members of the team were comfortable being openly affectionate. Logan was currently sitting in Merrick’s lap while Kick was draped over both of them, Neptune at their side. Keegan, as always, was sitting alone, thoughts running through his head.
The rest of them slept together freely and often, in any combination they wanted. They could spend days wrapped around each other, whispering and laughing. But Keegan just slept with Logan. He wasn't sure what was holding him back; maybe the fear of rejection was a bit silly when they all acted like that. So why was he so hesitant to ask for more? Keegan watched Logan move around the room as they packed up their supplies for the evening, swarmed by his partners. He flirted as he walked around, always cheerful and open, smiling and touching everyone he passed. Keegan wished he could be so free with his affection. He didn't understand how Logan could do it so easily. It tugged at Keegan, a sort of jealousy he couldn't explain. He wanted that.
What he wouldn’t give for the chance to see what it was like to be Logan.
It was early the next morning when Keegan was setting up one of the training areas. He wasn’t expecting anyone to be around for quite some time, so when he went to leave, he was startled when he ran into Logan.
“Ouch!” Logan winced.
Keegan stumbled back, hit by a wave of dizziness. He stumbled to his knees as his vision blurred. He thought he must have blacked out for a moment because when things came back into focus, he was still confused. Keegan could have sworn he was facing the other wall. He was flat on his back and had to push himself into a sitting position, blinking to try to clear his vision. He looked for Logan and felt his heart race when he saw the other figure laying next to him. Which looked an awful lot like Keegan.
“Logan?”
Not-Keegan sat up with a groan and met his gaze. He gasped, immediately patting his face as if to check where everything was. “Keegan? How the hell - why are you me?”
Keegan’s mind raced as he tried to process what was going on. Why did bumping into each other cause this? It took him a few moments to remember, and Keegan groaned as he buried his new face in smaller than usual hands. His stupid thoughts from yesterday.
"I swear I didn't do anything, I don't know why it happened-" Logan was babbling.
Keegan lifted his head up to look at Logan and cut him off. "It wasn't you."
The grin Logan bore was bizarre. It was so distinctly Logan but displayed on Keegan’s face. “So you wanted to be me then?”
“Can we not talk about this?” Keegan grumbled.
“You stole my body! We can’t not talk about this.” Despite the choice of words, Logan didn’t look the least bit annoyed. He was already sliding a hand up under his shirt.
“Why is your first reaction to start feeling me up?”
“You can’t pretend you aren’t the least bit interested when you got us into this. Is that it, Kee? You want to fuck yourself?” Logan wiggled his eyebrows, once again making Keegan’s face look ridiculous.
Keegan gave him the most unamused glare he could muster, which apparently wasn’t very impressive, considering Logan laughed. “Be serious. What are we going to do?”
Logan shrugged. “Well, this is your wish. What did you want to do as me?”
Keegan felt a blush creep up his face. Logan raised an eyebrow, clearly coming up with his own reasons from Keegan’s reaction.
“Please, just… don’t do anything to embarrass me in front of everyone.”
Logan shook his head. “I wouldn’t do that to you. But you can do whatever you want as me,” he winked.
Keegan’s face burned, and he cursed how easily Logan blushed. “Shouldn’t we tell the rest of the team?”
“Nah. We should see how long it takes them to figure it out. I bet I can be you better than you can be me.”
“Hmph. You’ll be caught almost immediately.”
Logan pushed off the ground, taking a moment to right himself. He grinned down at Keegan. “We’ll see about that. When I win, I’m going to ride you so hard you cry.”
Keegan blinked at him and opened his mouth to respond. But before he could do so, Logan bounced out of the room. Keegan sighed, wondering just how much trouble Logan would get into pretending to be Keegan. He was going to have so much to deal with when they switched back.
Keegan flexed his fingers. Logan had already left, and he was only just now getting off the floor. He took a second to take stock of himself, feeling strange and sort of sore all over. His center of balance was all wrong. Everything was all wrong.
Keegan was convinced he would win this until he took two steps and felt a phantom pleasure race through him. With everything else going on, he had missed something important. There was something large inside him, brushing against his prostate with every stumbling step forward. Who decided to have Logan wear this today? Keegan briefly debated taking it out, but whoever inserted it would want to punish Logan if he did so. And since he was currently occupying Logan's body, he was not sure if he was ready to handle that. Keegan loved to punish Logan but had never been on the receiving side of anything similar.
He wanted to pace, but with the toy inside him, it seemed safer to move as little as possible. He bit his nails instead before thinking of how annoyed Logan would be switching back with his nails all chewed up.
Keegan couldn't stay here all day, and he wasn't sure trying to train right now would be the best idea. There was always paperwork to do, of course. He groaned, realizing he would have to work on Logan's if he wanted to blend in. Logan was one of the worst about doing his paperwork, and Keegan had seen his organization system. It was going to be hell, but what else was he going to do?
The way to their offices meant he had to cross through the common area, where the others would probably be awake already. He tried to keep his steps looking normal, while also attempting to keep the toy from jostling too much. It took a lot of focus, so he only vaguely noticed most of the team scattered around the room.
"Logan!" Merrick called out. Keegan almost forgot he was supposed to respond and took a moment too long. Merrick's hand clapped on his shoulder and forced him to turn. "You were supposed to meet me fifteen minutes ago. Are you okay?"
"Lost track of time," Keegan shrugged.
Merrick's eyes narrow and Keegan feels a brief flash of fear. That was the wrong answer, apparently. He watched Merrick reach into his pocket to fiddle with something, and then the toy inside Keegan started vibrating. Keegan bit back a humiliated gasp. There were three other people here. His face was already starting to turn red. Logan blushed so easily that Keegan couldn't stop his borrowed body from displaying his embarrassment to everyone.
Merrick crowded him against the table. Keegan had nowhere to go. His knees were weak with the force of the vibrations rattling through him. Nothing else. Definitely not the way Merrick loomed over him. "On your knees."
It took Keegan a moment to process. "What? Here?"
"You heard me. I don't appreciate being kept waiting," Merrick said, raising an eyebrow. "You chose to miss our meeting and I had to come find you. So yes, here."
He could see the others watching them. Logan looked so smug, sitting there in Keegan's body. Keegan couldn't let him win. Logan was never embarrassed when any of his partners wanted to do something in front of the others. Keegan sank down on wobbly knees, finding the hard tile floor with a soft thud. Merrick's crotch loomed in front of him.
Keegan reached for the zipper. It was almost an instinct at this point. He couldn't tell if it was him or Logan's body driving his motions. His motions were slow as his mind raced. He knew theoretically that Merrick was big. They had worked together for over two decades and were dating the same man. But it was entirely different seeing it at a glance and being face to face with his captain's cock.
"Don't be so shy, sweetheart," Merrick lowered the vibrations, letting Keegan suck in a deep breath. He ran his fingers through Keegan's hair. "You're normally so eager for a taste."
"I'm not," Keegan said, feeling his face fall into a pout. He quickly tried to shift to more of a scowl, uncomfortable with the sensation. "Not a fan of the audience."
He heard Kick's bright laugh from across the room and his own familiar chuckle. It was chilling almost how much Logan sounded like Keegan at that moment. Merrick chuckled, his grip tightening in Keegan's hair. "Should have been where you were told to be, then." He yanked Keegan's head back, forcing a sharp gasp out of him. "Now get on with it."
Keegan leaned in, slowly parting his lips to fit them around Merrick’s cock. It had been a long time since he had done this for anyone besides Logan, and Logan was on the small side. Taking in Logan’s cock to the base was easy. He wasn’t sure he would manage with Merrick. But Logan did this for their captain often, and Keegan was in his body. So maybe he could muscle memory his way through it. If it worked that way.
He slid down until half the length of Merrick’s cock was in his mouth. He flattened his tongue against the underside and dragged it along as he moved back. Keegan swirled his tongue around the head while he prepared himself to try to go further. In one quick movement, he went as far down on Merrick’s cock as he could. He gagged around it and had to pull back. His face burned in humiliation. He couldn’t even get this right.
“Relax, sweetheart,” Merrick murmured, quiet enough the others in the room wouldn’t hear him. “Deep breaths. Don’t rush yourself.”
Keegan nodded as he waited for his throat to relax. It was strange how quickly Merrick changed tone. He didn’t realize how soft Merrick was with Logan. Though that was his own fault, he tended to not stick around to watch the others use Logan.
Keegan took a deep breath and tried again, focusing on relaxing his muscles. He went down on Merrick slowly this time, taking as much of him into his mouth as he could. It was better this time. He almost managed to get down to the base on the next slide down. Keegan was determined to make this good for Merrick. With a few more practiced movements, he finally felt the curls of hair tickle his nose as Merrick hit the back of his throat. He was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath and the hand in his hair tugging more insistently. Keegan tried to pull back, but was held in place. He did what he could from his position. Merrick pulled him back slightly before thrusting into his mouth. Keegan moaned around his cock, letting Merrick take charge of the pace.
Merrick only thrust a few times before he yanked Keegan off him. Keegan panted, confused and desperate. “Get up,” Merrick ordered.
Keegan stood on shaky legs, using the table to support himself. Merrick grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. Keegan put his hands on the table to keep himself upright, but Merrick gently pressed on his upper back. It took Keegan a moment to get the hint. He lowered himself until his chest touched the table. Merrick undid Keegan’s pants easily and shoved them down to his knees. A hand grabbed the toy which had been left on. Even at a low frequency, it had Keegan’s cock dripping. Merrick pulled the toy out slightly before pushing it roughly back inside. Keegan let out a loud gasp as it hit his prostate.
“Such a good boy, keeping my toy inside just like I told you to,” Merrick purred in his ear. Keegan shivered from the praise. Merrick fucked the toy in and out of him until Keegan was whimpering.
"Please," Keegan pleaded.
"Please, what?"
Keegan whined. "Please, sir?"
Merrick smacked his ass. "Brat. You know exactly what I want."
Keegan didn't. He realized he had no idea what Logan called Merrick. Had he really been that disconnected from the rest of them? "Captain?"
Another smack sent Keegan jolting forward. "You clearly aren't that desperate."
“Ah, Merrick, please, I’m sorry, please fuck me.”
“Daddy’s disappointed in you, little one.”
Keegan swore his brain short-circuited for a moment. In all his time dating Logan, the other man had never mentioned a daddy kink. His cock twitched as his mind conjured images of Logan underneath Merrick, begging for his daddy to take care of him.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Keegan whimpered. His flush had spread down to his chest. It was embarrassing how right it felt to call Merrick that.
Merrick kissed his shoulder and turned off the vibrator before removing it entirely. Keegan whined at the loss. “Don’t fret, I’ve got you,” Merrick soothed. There was the sound of a bottle being opened behind Keegan, and a moment later, a lube-slicked cock rubbed against him. Merrick placed a hand on Keegan’s back to keep him still when he tried to move. “Stay still.” He lifted his hand back, apparently assuming Keegan would listen. Keegan stayed in place, not wanting to risk Merrick changing his mind.
Merrick didn’t tease him for much longer. He spread Keegan open and slid inside with one thrust. Keegan cried out, the sudden invasion sending waves of pleasure through him. He clutched the table as Merrick started to thrust in and out. It had been a long time since he last bottomed, with Logan usually preferring the role. The toy had left him stretched already, but it was still a shock feeling Merrick inside him. Merrick leaned over him, one hand on the table for leverage. Keegan could feel the other arm around his waist, holding him in place.
“You like the way Daddy’s cock feels, don’t you?” Merrick asked.
“Y-yes, Daddy,” Keegan stammered. He didn’t know what else to say.
“You feel so good around me,” Merrick said, his voice rough. He pounded into Keegan faster and harder, his grip on Keegan's waist tightening. Keegan arched his back, pressing himself closer to Merrick. Keegan’s hips started moving on their own, grinding back against Merrick’s cock with each thrust.
Merrick leaned down, his face by Keegan’s ear. “I want you to come for me, Keegan.”
Keegan gasped, not expecting to hear his own name in Merrick’s deep voice. He came quickly, his body shuddering as his cock pulsed. Keegan moaned and clawed at the table. He had never been able to come untouched in his body. Merrick followed soon after, grunting as he filled Keegan with his come.
Keegan was still pinned underneath Merrick. He felt something push at his hole and he groaned as the toy was placed back inside him, Merrick’s cum now trapped.
“Merrick,” Keegan whined, even more flustered than before.
“You wanted to be Logan, didn’t you? This is how we take care of him.” He patted Keegan’s ass.
“How - how did you know?” Keegan said, panting as he tried to catch his breath.
“I ran into Logan first. He’s never been good at lying to me,” Merrick chuckled.
Merrick straightened up, letting Keegan up from where he was trapped against the table. Keegan struggled to right himself. Merrick grabbed his shoulder and helped, but Keegan stumbled back into the other man with how shaky his legs still were. He looked up to thank him, but words failed him with how soft the expression on Merrick’s face was. Did he always look at Logan this way? Keegan wanted to hope it was for him, but he was wearing Logan’s face. The line was too blurred to accept that it was anything more than just misdirected affection.
Keegan was turned to face Merrick. A hand came to rest on his cheek as Merrick leaned down. “Can I kiss you?”
Keegan blinked, caught off guard. “I-”
“You don’t have to-”
Keegan pushed himself on his toes, their lips meeting and cutting off the rest of Merrick’s sentence. Merrick’s beard tickled where it rubbed against his face. Considering how rough Merrick had been only a short time earlier, Keegan was surprised how soft Merrick kissed him. It was sweet and only made Keegan crave more. The kiss ended far too soon. Merrick smiled at him. “If you want, come find me later.”
Keegan nodded, too breathless to respond. Merrick let go of him, and with a wink, he turned and left the room. It took Keegan a moment to realize he was still standing there with his pants down. He quickly reached down to fix himself up, embarrassed when he saw he was still being watched. Neptune had gone back to reading, but Kick and Logan were looking his way. Logan looked smug, and even from here, Keegan could tell how hard Logan was. He wondered what Logan would do to handle it. As himself, he rarely had to get off alone. Keegan’s cock twitched as he imagined Logan touching himself in Keegan’s body. He tried to shove that thought down and turned away from Logan. He briefly made eye contact with Kick. The look in his eyes made Keegan shiver. It was hungry. Wanting. He had to escape. He wasn’t ready to consider anything else after what just happened. With all the dignity he could muster, he left the room to find Logan’s workspace, trying not to wince at the ache in his body and the feeling of the toy keeping Merrick’s cum inside him.
Logan’s desk was stuffed in the corner of a room that most of the team used. Keegan was annoyed. He had managed to get his own space years ago, insisting he couldn’t get anything done with Kick and Neptune messing around all the time. They hadn’t had anywhere else to put Hesh and Logan’s besides the shared room though, so now Keegan was going to have to do his best to ignore them. He glared at the ridiculous pile of paperwork Logan had on his desk. He was always meticulous with getting his paperwork done. Logan was going to have a much easier time than Keegan was, if he even bothered to work at all. Keegan forgot for a second the toy inside him and sat down hard enough to jostle it. He gasped at the sharp pleasure that echoed through him. How could Logan do this all the time? Was he just that used to it?
He eventually was able to get into the rhythm of working, though he shifted frequently, unable to get truly comfortable with the pressure from the toy. Keegan was distracted enough he missed Kick and Neptune coming in. He was startled when Neptune leaned down to kiss Keegan’s head, murmuring a quiet “good morning, love,” before walking to his desk. Keegan looked up in time for Kick to lean down and kiss him on the lips. He was lucky the kiss was so brief; Keegan’s brain didn’t work in time for him to react.
“Good show this morning, Logan,” he winked.
Keegan flushed and turned back to what he was doing. He didn’t know what to say. Kick ruffled Keegan’s hair. “I wanted a turn. Shame you ran off so quickly. I would have taken care of you.” He leaned down, his hand resting on Keegan’s thigh. “We could take a break from working…”
Keegan huffed. “You haven’t done any work.”
Kick laughed. “Come on, I will. I work better when I’m relaxed.”
“I have a lot to do, Kick,” Keegan rolled his eyes. “I have all of this piled up. I need to focus.”
Kick sighed dramatically. “Fine, fine. But if you change your mind, I’ll be happy to help.” He squeezed Keegan’s cock, and Keegan moaned, unable to stop himself. Every touch felt so much more amplified in Logan’s body. He felt so needy, and he almost told Kick he changed his mind. But he bit his lip, watching as Kick straightened up and went over to his desk.
Even as he tried to focus, things only got worse. The touch from Kick had gotten him the rest of the way to hard, and with the toy inside him, there was no way he could will it away anytime soon. After this morning, he shouldn't be this ready to go again. He squirmed again, only making things worse. Keegan cursed Logan's libido and tried to think of anything else. Work. The Federation. Everything he was supposed to be taking care of. Logan at Keegan's desk, pretending to know what to do. Logan touching Keegan's body earlier…
He must have groaned out loud because Kick spoke up again. "You alright, Logan?"
Keegan glared at him, but it must not have been very effective if the sly grin Kick gave him was any indication. "A little frustrated? I did offer to help earlier, but you said you wanted to work. How's that going for you?"
Keegan was about to snap a reply when he jolted forward. The vibrator inside him had turned back on, and Keegan lost any thought he had. Kick held up a small remote, smug. "Asked Merrick for it. I figured we could have some fun."
The sensation was a lot, especially as the way he was seated pressed the toy nicely inside him. He should insist on working. He knew Logan's safe word; if he used it, he knew Kick would stop immediately and leave him alone. But the idea was sounding less and less appealing the more he hesitated. He wanted to be like Logan. This is what Logan would do if he was here instead. So shouldn't Keegan take the chance when it was presented to him?
"Kick," Keegan whined.
Kick pushed his chair back from the desk. "If you want it so badly, I've got room over here."
Keegan scrambled out of his chair and was quickly in front of Kick. He went to crowd into Kick’s space, but Kick held a hand out, stopping him. “Strip first. All of it this time, pretty boy.”
At this point, Keegan wasn’t sure he could get more embarrassed than he had already felt today. Without protest, he removed everything he had on. Keegan had seen Logan’s body plenty of times, but it was different from this angle. He went to grab his cock when Kick tutted and snatched his wrist. “No touching unless I say so. You know the rule. Take out the vibrator too." And with a click, the vibrations turned off. Keegan struggled with the toy for a moment. As he pulled it out, a bit of cum dripped out of him. He flushed, setting it aside before turning back to Kick.
Kick had undone his pants while Keegan was distracted. His cock stood proudly, slim and with a bead of precum forming on the tip. Keegan couldn’t think of anything to describe it more fitting than pretty. It suited Kick.
“Come on, Logan,” Kick tugged him closer as he spoke. “I want you to ride me.”
Keegan let himself be guided to straddle Kick's lap. Kick pulled him forward until their cocks pressed together. He used his hand to push their cocks together, emphasizing the difference in size. Kick wasn't huge, but compared to Logan's cock, he looked massive. Keegan blushed. Even though it wasn't really his cock, he felt flustered over the comparison.
“I love your cute little cock, baby,” Kick cooed, toying with the head of Keegan's cock.
Keegan couldn't help the noise that came from him at Kick's comment. That only made him more flustered. Why was he so into that? His cock was quite big; he had never had anyone talk about his cock being cute. He thrust into Kick's touch, desperately wanting more.
“Good thing you’re such a cockslut. You don’t have to worry about pleasing someone with this useless little thing.”
Keegan’s cock jumped in Kick’s grip. Keegan whined and thrust harder. He couldn’t believe how much what Kick was saying turned him on. “Ah, Kick, please.”
Kick helped adjust their positions so that Keegan was hovering over Kick’s cock. Kick grabbed a small thing of lube from a drawer to slick up his cock. “Alright baby, whenever you’re ready.”
“Making me do all the work,” Keegan grumbled. Kick’s response was to laugh and grip Keegan’s hips tightly. Kick’s cock slid between his cheeks as Keegan shifted, spreading lube everywhere. It took a few tries before he felt Kick’s cock catch on his hole. It slid inside easily with how open Keegan was from the toy and Merrick earlier.
Keegan moaned as Kick filled him. He started off slowly, lifting himself up and down to feel every inch of Kick’s cock. He grabbed Kick’s shoulder to give him something to hold onto. Kick tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck. Keegan leaned down and trailed kisses along the exposed skin, biting down lightly. Kick moaned and thrust into Keegan after one harder bite. He tightened his grip on Keegan’s hips, pulling Keegan down harder as he fucked up into him. Keegan's vision started to blur at the pleasure, and he scrambled to hold onto Kick. He could feel the orgasm building, and he didn’t want it to end. He rocked his hips faster, meeting every movement Kick made. Keegan gritted his teeth and tried to hold back, but it was no use. He came hard, his body tensing and his cock throbbing.
Kick came soon after, his body tensing beneath Keegan. Keegan slumped against Kick, spent. He couldn't believe how good it felt, how wonderful it felt to let go like that. He almost didn’t want to get up, enjoying how strangely comfortable it felt just to sit here as Kick’s cock slowly softened inside him. Keegan thought he might have been able to drift off like this. His eyes startled open when he felt Kick tilt his head up to meet Keegan’s lips for a kiss. Keegan relaxed into it, the soft affection made his chest feel warm.
When they parted, Kick smiled at him. “See? Isn’t that better, baby?”
Keegan rested his forehead against Kick’s. “Hmph. I guess.” He leaned in to steal another short kiss.
“Aww, don’t pretend you didn’t need that just as badly as I did,” Kick chuckled. His hands traced circles on Keegan’s thighs. “Our pretty little fucktoy, always so needy. Only happy when you’re stuffed full.”
Keegan’s cock somehow managed to react to that, stiffening slightly. Keegan couldn’t believe Logan’s body was even remotely ready to go again. He internally cursed Logan’s ridiculous libido. Despite how comfortable he was, he forced himself to push upwards to let Kick’s cock slide out of him. Cum leaked out of his hole onto Kick’s cock and pants. “I should get back to working.”
“Should you?” Kick teased, a hand dragging up Keegan’s thigh towards his cock. “You look like you’re still eager for more.”
Keegan wanted to deny it, but all that came out was a needy whine when Kick’s hand brushed over a sensitive part of his inner thigh. He couldn’t help the way his hips rocked towards Kick’s hand. Kick rubbed his thumb over the smooth skin of Keegan’s balls, drawing out another moan. Kick chuckled and leaned in to kiss Keegan again. This time, it was slower, more gentle. Keegan melted into it, letting himself be pulled in. The noise he made was muffled by Kick’s mouth on his. Kick rolled Keegan’s balls in his hand, and Keegan continually rocked his hips, chasing friction on his cock.
He pulled back, unable to wait any longer. “Please,” he pleaded.
Kick had a smug grin on his face as he looked at Keegan. “You already came once, can’t you wait?”
“Kick…”
“Don’t worry,” he cooed. “I’ve got you, baby.”
He let go of Keegan to grab the lube again, coating his hand. Kick finally wrapped his hand around Keegan’s cock. He stroked roughly, his hand nearly covering Keegan’s entire cock from head to base. Keegan’s body was on fire, his cock leaking precum freely. He panted, his fingers digging into Kick’s shoulders.
“Please,” he begged.
“Going to come again for me?” Kick chuckled. He increased the speed, the hand around Keegan’s cock tightening.
Keegan’s breaths came in short gasps, his body trembling. He couldn’t take it anymore; he came hard, spilling onto his stomach and Kick’s hand. His cock jerked in Kick’s hand, and he cried out, arching his back. Kick stroked him through it, murmuring words Keegan couldn’t make out in his haze. He eventually made a noise that had Kick releasing him. Keegan clung to Kick as he recovered. Kick’s other hand stroked his back tenderly. After a few quiet moments, Keegan lifted his head.
“I really should get back to working.”
“Alright, I know,” Kick sighed. He reached for a cloth and wiped himself off before holding it out to Keegan. Keegan took it, grateful to be able to wipe off the cum and lube covering him. Kick tucked himself back in his pants while Keegan tossed the cloth into the bin. Keegan debated putting the toy back in, but decided he didn’t want to keep struggling to sit. He got dressed and limped back to his desk. He had to sit carefully, his ass sore from today’s activities.
Eventually, he made some progress on Logan’s neglected paperwork, the day dragging on as he filled out one sheet after another. He was going to have to talk to Merrick about this; it was ridiculous how far behind Logan was allowed to be. There were more than likely numerous problems caused by some of this being so delayed.
Dinner time drew near. Keegan stretched, reveling in the much more manageable back pain than usual. Logan was lucky. By this point in the day, Keegan was normally in a world of pain. The soreness in his lower body was a more enjoyable ache. He stood, Kick and Neptune joining him to head down to the mess. Logan and Merrick were already there, which surprised Keegan. Merrick was usually the last one in, if he even stopped working long enough to remember to get dinner.
Keegan grabbed his plate and sat down in an open seat next to Logan. Logan looked like he wanted to say something, but bit his lip. The expression looked odd on Keegan’s face. He waited until Kick and Neptune gathered their own food and slipped into the lounge to eat. “Hey Kee, how are you, uh, holding up?”
Keegan looked between Merrick and Logan. “Your paperwork organization could use some work. The amount you are behind is atrocious, kid. You’re lucky I was nice enough to do some of it for you.”
Logan laughed and Merrick snorted. “It’s not that bad,” Logan said. “I'll get it done eventually. But you know what I’m asking about.”
Keegan shrugged. “I’m fine. It’s weird. But it should be over tomorrow, regardless.”
“Did you get what you wished for?” Merrick asked.
“Suppose so.”
The two of them stared at him, obviously expecting something more. Keegan pressed his lips together tightly. He didn’t know what to say. He got to see a tiny glimpse into Logan’s life, and he would go back to normal tomorrow. What more was there to discuss?
“Well, it’s not over yet,” Logan leaned in, putting a hand on Keegan’s leg. “Movie night tonight.”
Merrick smiled. “You know, Logan usually sits on my lap for movie night.”
Keegan felt himself flush. He definitely wouldn’t miss how easily his body reacted to his emotions. “I-”
“You don’t have to, of course. But you wanted the experience, no?”
Keegan picked at the last of his food, quiet as he thought. This was what he had apparently wanted. What was the harm in a little more? “No, that’s fine. I don’t want the other two getting suspicious.”
Logan’s expression was unreadable. But Merrick’s soft look was the thing that made Keegan feel strange. There was that same warmth from earlier making his heart race. It was similar to what he felt looking at Logan. He opened his mouth to say something when Kick leaned through the doorway. “Hey, are you coming to watch the movie or should we start without you?”
“We’re coming,” Merrick replied. The three of them finished their dinners, putting everything away before entering the lounge. Keegan felt a tad guilty, watching Logan glance longingly at the couch the rest of his partners squeezed onto together. Logan sat in Keegan’s usual lounge chair alone, while Merrick led Keegan over to the others. They had left a spot open for Merrick to sit down. Merrick reached out for Keegan, his arms around Keegan’s waist. Keegan wiggled a bit to find a comfortable position, feeling strange sitting in someone’s lap. Merrick placed a kiss on his exposed neck once Keegan stopped moving. “Comfortable?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” Keegan said.
Kick started the movie and Keegan tried to pay attention. It was a horror movie, and Keegan sighed. Of course Kick would pick a horror movie, Keegan grumbled in his head. He was hoping it would at least be interesting enough to let him forget the awkwardness of his current position, but as it continued on, Keegan remained hyper aware of Merrick. His body felt like it burned everywhere that they were pressed together. Every time he shifted, he could feel Merrick beneath him, readjusting around Keegan. If he moved wrong, he could feel where Merrick’s soft cock was hidden beneath his sweatpants. At some point, Merrick’s hand ended up on bare skin where Keegan’s shirt was riding up. Merrick stroked the soft skin above Keegan’s waistband, seemingly not even noticing he was doing so. When Keegan glanced at him, Merrick’s eyes were focused on the screen.
Merrick’s touch was soothing, and Keegan found himself melting into the other man. He ended up resting his head on Merrick. As the movie went on, Keegan was struggling to stay awake. His eyes started to grow heavy, and the comments the others were making faded into the background. He closed his eyes for only a moment. The next time he opened them, the room was dark. Not even the light of the television was illuminating the area. He blinked, trying to clear the haze in his eyes. It took him a moment to realize someone was talking.
“Where should I bring him?”
“Just take him to your room.”
“I doubt he would want that.”
“The way he’s clinging to you? I’m sure he’ll be happy to.”
It took Keegan a moment to realize who was talking. Hearing his own voice threw him off for several moments in his half-awake state. He realized he was still clinging to Merrick, but he was too comfortable to move. He buried his face closer against Merrick’s chest, nuzzling into the warmth. Merrick’s heartbeat was strong and steady, the sound soothing. The movement must have alerted the other two that he was awake because he felt a hand pet his hair.
“Kee?” Logan asked. “Sorry if we woke you.”
“Mmm, it’s fine,” Keegan said, his words muffled.
“Do you have a preference on where to sleep? My room isn’t really set up for anyone, so we weren’t sure where to put you.”
“Don’t care. Anywhere.”
Merrick tightened his grip and stood up, holding Keegan close to him. “I’ve got you, then. Let’s go to bed.”
“Thank you,” Keegan mumbled. He was so tired, he didn’t care if he was in Merrick’s bed or not. He just wanted to sleep.
Merrick carried him easily through the hall, despite the fact Keegan knew Logan wasn’t that light. It was nice to not have to drag himself to bed. His eyes stayed shut, barely able to stay awake for the short time it took to get to Merrick’s bedroom. Merrick set him down on the bed, stripping off Keegan’s shoes and socks but hesitated when he moved higher up. “Do you want to sleep clothed?”
“No. Too hot,” Keegan mumbled. “You’ve seen Logan naked before. Don’t be shy now.”
“You know it’s different,” Merrick murmured.
He helped Keegan undress the rest of the way. Keegan rolled over, burying himself into the pillows. Merrick joined him a few moments later. He had stripped too, their skin burning where it pressed together. The bed was too small to not have some sort of contact. Keegan was too tired to worry about it, already in the process of finding sleep. He felt Merrick press a kiss to his forehead. “We should talk when you’re back to yourself tomorrow.”
Keegan made a non-committal hum. He wasn’t looking forward to that conversation, but he could handle that when he was in his own body. He would miss the affection he had been given so much of today. Keegan wasn’t ready to give it up.
Keegan woke up the next morning, warm and with a pleasant feeling stirring inside him. The only thing strange was a weird ache in his mouth, but he easily put that aside with other distractions to capture his attention. There was a body pressed close to his, moving against him. Keegan ground against his partner, already interested. His favorite mornings were when Logan woke up, already desperate for him.
His eyes flew open. Logan. Logan was supposed to be in Merrick’s room, and Keegan was supposed to wake up alone. He was definitely not supposed to wake up to see Merrick holding him close.
“Morning, sweetheart,” Merrick said as he rolled his hips forward. Keegan barely held back a moan at the friction.
“Ah, Merrick, wait-”
Merrick froze. “Keegan?”
“Guess so,” Keegan twitched his hips forward without thinking. He watched Merrick bite his lip as he tried not to move. “Thought wishes didn’t last this long.”
“I didn’t think they could,” Merrick sighed. “What exactly did you wish for?”
“To see what it was like to be Logan. At least, I think so. It wasn’t exactly a conscious wish.”
Merrick started to pull back, but Keegan clung on. “I’m sorry. I know you’d prefer Logan…”
“Keegan…” Merrick trailed off. When Keegan looked up, Merrick’s expression was drawn. “Do you really think that?”
Keegan shrugged as best as he could with how close they were. “I don’t blame you. You’re dating him, not me.”
“Because that’s what you said you wanted. It doesn’t have to be that way. You’re clearly interested, considering your wish and actions from yesterday. Why not bring it up before?”
Keegan frowned. “Do we have to talk about this?”
“Yes.” Merrick rolled them over, trapping Keegan under him. “You were planning to avoid it, weren’t you? Just like always.”
“I wasn’t-”
“Don’t lie to me,” Merrick interrupted him. “We care about you, Keegan. We would be happy to have you.”
Keegan lifted his head, pushing their lips together. Merrick cupped his jaw, deepening it. They kissed for several moments before Merrick drew back. Keegan reached up to grab at him. “Please?”
“Do you want this, or is this just a way to stop talking?”
The corner of Keegan’s mouth lifted. “Can’t it be both?”
Merrick chuckled and captured Keegan’s mouth in another kiss. His hands ran down the side of Keegan’s body, making Keegan jerk his hips upwards, seeking friction. Merrick moved to meet his thrusts, his cock rubbing against Keegan.
“Don’t tease me,” Keegan murmured against Merrick’s lips.
"You remember what to say."
“Please, Daddy.”
Merrick moaned, hips jerking forward. “God, I want to hear you say that in your voice next time.” He lifted off Keegan, and Keegan whined at the loss. He was gone for only a moment, lube in his hand when he came back. Merrick tapped Keegan’s side. “Lift up.”
Keegan lifted his hips to let Merrick slide a pillow underneath. Merrick opened the bottle, coating his fingers generously. Keegan watched him rub his fingers together to heat it up. Once he was satisfied, Merrick guided Keegan where to place his legs. Two fingers circled his rim before pressing inside. Keegan gasped, arching his back.
“So pretty for me, sweetheart,” Merrick said. It wasn’t long before he added a third finger, working them deeper. He leaned down over Keegan, pressing kisses along Keegan’s chest and up his neck. He curled his fingers just right, dragging a loud moan out of Keegan. Keegan’s breathing was ragged, his eyes closing in pleasure. He could feel Merrick’s grin against his skin. “You like that, baby?”
“More,” Keegan panted, his hips jerking. He was so close, so close. “Please, Daddy. Harder.”
Merrick complied, thrusting his fingers in faster. Keegan arched his back, hissing in pleasure. He came hard, his body shaking. Merrick pumped his fingers into Keegan a few more times before pulling out.
“You always this easy, Keegan?”
“No,” Keegan said once he could catch his breath. “It’s Logan’s body.”
“We’ll have to test that sometime.” Merrick moved up to kiss Keegan. “You good to keep going?”
“Yes. Fuck me.”
Merrick slicked up his cock and grabbed Keegan’s legs, bending his body further back. Keegan was grateful Logan was more flexible than he was; he suspected this position would leave him aching after in his own body. Merrick pushed inside Keegan easily, both of them moaning in pleasure. Keegan strained against him, wanting more. When Merrick was fully in, he stopped for a moment too long for Keegan. “Merrick, come on. Move.”
“So needy,” Merrick said with a smile. He started to move, slowly at first. Keegan moaned, the sound needy. He tried to move, but Merrick held him still. “Not yet.”
Keegan trembled, trying to keep himself from moving. Merrick kept his pace slow, the slide inside Keegan almost unbearable. He found himself clinging to Merrick. Their bodies were pressed so tightly together that Keegan could feel the tension in Merrick as he tried to fight the urge to speed up. Merrick peppered kisses over every part of Keegan he could reach. He removed his hands from Keegan’s hips, freeing Keegan to meet every thrust of Merrick’s with movement of his own.
“You feel so good, Daddy,” Keegan panted. He could feel himself starting to tense up. “I’m so close. Faster, please.”
Merrick complied, thrusting harder and faster. Keegan came hard, crying out. Merrick followed a few moments later, spilling inside of Keegan. He collapsed against Keegan, his body shaking. Merrick’s weight was surprisingly comforting. They clung together as they both tried to catch their breath. It eventually started to get uncomfortable. Keegan could feel cum drying on his stomach. He squirmed under Merrick, pushing on his shoulder. “Ugh, get off. We need to clean up.”
Merrick grumbled and held Keegan tighter. “Not yet.”
“No. I’m not laying here feeling gross any longer.”
Merrick sighed and pushed himself up. “Shower with me?”
Keegan nodded and followed Merrick into the attached bathroom. Merrick adjusted the temperature of the water, giving Keegan the chance to admire him. His captain cut an impressive figure, and it was rare Keegan had the chance to indulge in the view. Merrick turned to look at him, smiling when he caught Keegan looking. Keegan flushed but met his gaze. Merrick stepped into the shower, moving to the side.
“Coming?”
Keegan stepped inside. It was a tight fit with both of them, and Keegan was grateful for Logan’s narrower frame. He and Merrick would have a much rougher time trying to maneuver around each other. They still had to take turns under the water. Keegan went to reach for the soap, but Merrick stopped him. He washed Keegan carefully, and Keegan was flustered under the attention. It was nice to be taken care of.
Even taking the time to indulge in the warm water a little, they were done quickly. Merrick handed Keegan a towel to dry off with and grabbed his own. Keegan held the towel, wondering if the extra one was here just for when Logan stayed over. He must have been quiet for too long because Merrick looked at him, concern in his eyes.
“Everything alright?” He stepped closer to Keegan, placing a hand on Keegan’s face.
“Is this all-” Keegan hesitated. “Never mind.”
“What?” Merrick brushed his thumb across Keegan’s cheek. “You can talk to me.”
“You’re being so nice to me. Even though you know it’s me and not Logan. Is it just because I’m wearing Logan’s face?”
“Oh, Keegan,” Merrick said. Keegan almost flinched back from the pain in his voice. “I meant what I said before. We care about you. I’m trying to show you that, now that you’ll let me.”
Keegan swallowed heavily, his throat tight. He pulled back and turned away. “Do you have any clothes for Logan? I didn’t think about grabbing anything.”
Merrick sighed. “Yeah, come on.”
Keegan felt a wave of guilt, but he didn’t know what else to say. He needed to end the conversation. He followed Merrick back into the bedroom, taking the offered clothes and dressing as quickly as he could. Keegan needed to get away. “I’ll see you later, Merrick.”
“You can call me Thomas, you know that, right? I’m not just your captain.”
Keegan paused at the doorway. “I- I’ll consider it.” And with that he fled, headed in the direction of his own room. He hoped Logan would still be there. It was only at the other end of the hallway, so he was there in a handful of steps. He debated knocking, but pushed the door open. It was his room, after all. He saw Logan in Keegan’s body sprawled out on the bed.
Keegan walked up and shook him roughly. “Logan! Get up,” he snapped.
“Huh?” Logan raised his head, blinking slowly. He looked Keegan up and down in silence. “Oh. You’re still me.”
“Obviously.” Keegan resisted the urge to roll his eyes somehow. “We need to fix this.”
Logan shrugged. “It’ll end when it ends, Kee.”
“You’re willing to just, what? Wait this out?”
“If it means I can go back to sleep,” Logan said with a smile. “You’ve been up for a while, I see. Shower with Thomas?”
Keegan frowned, reminded of what Merrick said to him as he left. “Uh, yeah. I wasn’t expecting to wake up with him.”
Logan’s grin turned sly. “And how exactly did you wake up?”
Keegan felt his cheeks burn. “...None of your business.”
Logan laughed. “Hey, I’m not blaming you. He’s friendly first thing,” he winked at Keegan. “Want to join me to sleep some more?”
“No, get up,” Keegan grabbed him. “I don’t sleep in. So unless you want to tell Kick and Neptune, you have to get up.”
“Ugh,” Logan grumbled. “Why aren’t we telling them?”
“You wanted to pretend to be each other. This was your idea,” Keegan said with a huff. “I need your help anyway.”
Logan sat up. “Oh? What’s wrong?”
Keegan grimaced. “Something is wrong with my mouth. It just… it aches. Do you have some sort of medical issue?”
Logan swung his legs to the side, spreading them. He reached for Keegan, pulling him between his spread legs. "Open up."
Keegan opened his mouth slightly. It felt silly. There didn't seem to be anything physically wrong he could notice, so he wasn't sure what Logan expected to find. He nearly gagged in shock when Logan stuffed his fingers into Keegan's mouth. He wanted to push them out and ask Logan what the hell he was thinking. But it felt nice. Soothing almost.
"Well, that's your problem," Logan said. "Why do you think I'm always asking to keep your cocks warm? Because it sure as hell isn't because it is good for my knees."
Keegan felt pathetic when he whimpered as Logan withdrew his fingers. "I never realized it was a physical urge. I thought you were just needy."
"Ouch," Logan laughed. "Well, you can probably try sucking on mints or something else. Sometimes it helps."
"Just sometimes?"
Logan shrugged again. "Well, it's better if my entire mouth is occupied. But if you're not interested in that, it is what I can suggest trying."
Keegan thought for a moment before responding. "Say I wanted to try. Would you-"
"God, yes," Logan interrupted. "I've always been curious how it felt on the receiving side."
Keegan pressed his lips together. "Sucking my own dick was not what I expected to get out of this experience. But sure, why the hell not."
"Well, Thomas said I could have the day off. He made me use some of my off days, not yours, don't worry. We could hang out in the lounge?"
"I would never let anyone see me with you," Keegan said, crossing his arms. "Don't you think it would be a little strange?"
"Well, where? Here? There's not much to do," Logan sighed.
Keegan's face burned as he considered the image of them in the lounge. Where anyone could see them. It wasn't like it was unusual, but the fact they would see Keegan where Logan was… "Fine. The lounge. But if I change my mind, we move immediately."
"Of course." Logan stood up. "Uh, let me get dressed. Do you want to eat first? Or anything else?"
Keegan shook his head. "No, I'm fine. Not hungry, actually."
Logan dressed and placed a hand on Keegan's lower back, guiding him to the lounge. "So, what do you want me to do? I want to make sure you're enjoying it, of course, and I don't want to do anything uncomfortable for you. It's a little weird at first-"
"Logan. Chill," Keegan said. "Just sit there and relax. That's what you always want us to do, right?"
"Ok," Logan said. The lounge was empty, the time meaning the others were working by now. Logan guided him to the chair and dragged one of the mats they kept around specifically for this. Keegan awkwardly watched Logan set everything up. He turned on some random drama on the television to add some noise in the background. Logan sat down, spreading his legs wide enough Keegan could fit between them. "Uh, is this okay?"
Keegan hesitated before kneeling in front of him. It was so weird, looking up at himself. The nervous expression on Logan's borrowed face was reassuring. A reminder they were in this together. He reached for the waist of the sweatpants Logan had on, pulling them down enough to see his cock. He admired it for a moment, feeling a tad narcissistic. His cock looked bigger from this angle. He saw Logan grip the armrest tightly. His cock twitched in Keegan's hand.
"Sorry, I’m a bit pent up. With the whole not being able to sleep with my partners and all."
Keegan squirmed, guilt creeping up again. "I'm sorry, I know."
Logan shook his head. "Don't be sorry. It's - well, I guess it is your fault, but I'm not mad."
Keegan looked at his cock again, stroking it slowly to hear Logan's breath hitch. "So I just keep it in my mouth? And that's enjoyable?"
"Yeah, I end up really relaxed. It's nice not to think for a while."
Keegan took a deep breath and leaned in. He rubbed his face against the inside of Logan's thigh, wondering how much nicer it would feel if Logan wasn't wearing pants. Would his leg hair feel nice against Keegan's face? He opened his mouth to encircle Logan’s cock, his tongue running over the tip and making Logan shiver above him. Keegan sank down as far as he comfortably could and then tried to relax, resting his head against the thighs bracketing him. It was strange, trying to stay still when now would be the time he would start moving. Logan was breathing heavily above him, and Keegan looked up as best as he could. Logan was bright red, bizarre looking on Keegan's face.
"Fuck, how do you keep from fucking my mouth during this?" Logan groaned.
Keegan shrugged, the best response he could give with his mouth full. It took a while to get comfortable for both of them. He could feel how tense Logan was even as the other man tried to focus on the show playing behind Keegan. Keegan struggled with the drool pooling in his mouth and the awkward angle. But as time went on, it started to get better.
At some point, a hand came to rest on Keegan’s head, gently running through the strands of his hair. Keegan sighed in relief, letting his eyes drift shut. The casual touch and affection was everything he needed, apparently. There was no more ache, just a soothing comfort. He started to drift. This was why Logan enjoyed this so much. The fuzzy headspace he was in let him feel so free.
He had no idea how much time had passed. His jaw was aching, but with his half-awake state, he had not been able to bring himself to care. Logan’s hand on his cheek caused him to stir, the cock slipping from his mouth as he sat up slightly. He blinked slowly at Logan while he came out of his haze. "Hmm?"
Logan smiled. "You shouldn't do this for too long, unless you want to be in pain later."
"Oh," Keegan blinked. "How long has it been?"
"Ah, thirty minutes? An hour? I lost track, honestly." Logan stroked his hair again. "Do you mind if I-"
"Keegan - oh fuck."
The two jumped apart; Keegan nearly fell backwards. Neptune stood in the doorway, blatantly trying not to look at them. "Sorry, did not realize you two would be in here. Keegan, I need to borrow you when you have a moment."
Logan fumbled to pull his pants up. Keegan almost responded to Neptune when he realized the man would expect Logan to respond. Logan looked pleadingly at Keegan, but Keegan only shrugged. He had no idea what Neptune could want. Logan had no choice but to follow behind Neptune. After they left, Keegan rested his head against the chair with a sigh. He wondered what Logan was going to ask before he left. Maybe if Keegan found him later, he could find out. But for now he had to figure out what to do. He couldn’t risk injuring Logan by training how he normally does. Logan’s body would need different ways to do everything, and it would be too easy to make a mistake. He really didn’t want to go do more of the paperwork that was supposed to be Logan’s responsibility.
Keegan ended up sprawled out in the chair Logan had been sitting in earlier, flicking through channels on the television. He settled on watching an early hockey game for the time being. He pulled the blanket off the back and wrapped it around himself to get comfortable. Keegan had noticed how much more easily Logan got cold. Probably from being raised in California, Keegan thought.
He hadn’t realized he was close to falling asleep until he was being shaken awake. He groaned as he opened his eyes to see himself. “Fucking hell, Logan, did you have to get so close?”
Logan chuckled. “You missed lunch. You should probably eat, especially since you didn’t eat breakfast either.”
Keegan grumbled, but let himself be led into the kitchen, where a plate had already been made for him. The silence between them was weighted. Keegan could tell Logan had something to say, but waited for the other man to bring it up. He was more than content to eat first with how much his stomach was rumbling. Logan kept shifting in his chair as he watched Keegan eat. He didn’t speak until Keegan had finished and was putting his dishes away. He slid up behind Keegan, a hand resting on Keegan’s hip.
“I wanted to ask earlier,” Logan began. His warm breath on Keegan’s ear made Keegan shiver. “Can I convince you to come to bed with me?”
“Is it not a tad narcissistic to want to be fucked by yourself?” Keegan chuckled.
“I was hoping the other way around,” Logan said, his voice barely a whisper. “I want to show you how it feels when I’m with you.”
Keegan took a deep breath. His body was already getting interested in the idea. “Do you even know how to top?” He teased, avoiding answering.
“Ouch. You know, I don’t always bottom,” Logan said with a huff.
Keegan chuckled. “I suppose it wouldn’t be the strangest thing that’s happened the past few days. Fine, I’m interested.”
“Thank god, because I’ve been horny as hell the past two days.”
Keegan couldn’t help but laugh at the relieved expression on Logan’s face. “Well, you better hurry up then, before I change my mind.”
Logan grabbed his arm and practically dragged him towards Keegan’s room. Keegan found himself pinned against the door as soon as it was shut, Logan eagerly smashing their lips together. It was awkward at first with the change in angle, both of them trying to get into the normal easy rhythm they had with each other. They kissed until Keegan thought his lips felt bruised, the aggressive meeting of their mouths and use of teeth leaving their mark.
“Bed. Come on,” Keegan said, pushing Logan back.
They tumbled onto the bed, with Keegan ending up on top. He leaned in quickly, not wanting to look at his own face for too long, or he might lose his nerve. Keegan kissed Logan’s neck and paused, breathing in deeply. Logan smelled really good. He breathed in again, rubbing his nose along the skin. His cock pulsed in his pants. He was so absorbed in it that it took Keegan a moment to realize where it came from.
“Are you wearing my cologne?”
Logan chuckled. “It always drives me crazy when you wear it. I wanted to see if it worked this way too.”
Keegan nibbled at the tender skin to hear Logan moan. “I didn’t realize how much it affects you,” he said. Without noticing, he had started rutting against Logan’s thigh as he continued to bury his face against Logan. “I should wear it more.”
“Ha, only if you want to never get out of bed again,” Logan said.
Keegan growled and attacked Logan’s neck again, using his teeth and tongue to mark Logan. Logan cried out, his hands sliding through Keegan’s hair. Keegan licked around the hickey he had just made, his tongue exploring every inch of skin he could reach. He knew all his own weak spots. It was easy to know exactly where to put his mouth, where to bite down, and when to let off to leave Logan desperate for more.
“Clothes off,” Logan sounded wrecked already. Keegan was smug with how easily he could tear Logan apart. “Please Kee, I’m dying.”
“Don’t pretend you haven’t taken the chance to touch my body,” Keegan purred as he grabbed Logan’s erection through his pants and started to stroke. Logan hissed. “Acting so pent up when you’ve had free access to me. Did you enjoy it?”
Logan moaned, thrusting into Keegan’s grip. “Yes, fuck. It was so good. Your cock is incredible.”
Keegan released Logan and climbed off him. Logan gave him the most offended look as Keegan moved to the side. “You wanted clothes off. Get undressed,” Keegan said.
Clothes were tossed everywhere as both of them stripped as quickly as they could. When Keegan looked back, Logan was already back to being sprawled across the bed, not a scrap of clothes covering him. He had grabbed the lube as well and was rolling the bottle in his hand. “How do you want to do this?” Logan asked.
“On my stomach, probably,” Keegan said. “I’m not sure that I can do this if I have to watch myself the entire time.”
Logan laughed. He moved to the side so that Keegan could find a spot in the middle of the bed. It was easier once Keegan was facing away from Logan to relax. Despite everything, the idea of being fucked by his own cock was still messing with his head a little. Logan helped position a pillow under his hips. Keegan flinched instinctively when he heard the bottle of lube open. A hand rubbed a circle on his hip.
“Relax,” Logan said.
“Is this not weird for you?”
Logan snorted. “We passed weird a long time ago, don’t you think? Stop thinking. You’re getting into your head.”
“It’s not that easy,” Keegan grumbled. He tried as best as he could anyway, consciously attempting to loosen his muscles up. He wasn’t sure how successful he was, but it was the best he could do at the moment.
Logan teased him by dipping in the first finger slowly, dragging it across the rim before slipping inside and then pulling out before it went in far enough. Keegan whined, trying to push back against him. “Logan,” Keegan almost snapped his name out. “Come on.”
“Where’s all the ‘have patience, Logan, I’ll start when I’m ready’ attitude now?” Logan said, his tone light and teasing. But he didn’t keep Keegan waiting any longer. He pushed two fingers inside abruptly, sending Keegan jerking forward. The teasing had done its job and helped him relax, not that Keegan would admit that to Logan. It was Keegan’s turn to be targeted by Logan who knew his own weaknesses. Every crook and movement of his fingers was turning Keegan into a mess. He could feel how much his cock was leaking as he rocked back onto Logan’s fingers. The third finger couldn’t come soon enough, and it took too long in Keegan’s mind before Logan spoke again.
“Ready?” Logan asked.
“Yes, I’ve been ready.”
He had to wait for Logan to add lube to his cock, and even that wait felt tortuously long. Logan pushed in slow and carefully, stopping every once in a while to give Keegan time to adjust before going on. Logan was being unbearably gentle, and Keegan was a little frustrated by it. “I can take it, Logan,” Keegan said as he rocked back. “I’m not delicate.”
Logan’s next thrust was hard, making Keegan cry out. He jerked his hips, trying to get Logan to move again. But Logan grabbed his hips tightly, keeping him from moving. “Is that all you want, Kee?”
“You know exactly what I want.”
“Do I?”
Keegan groaned. “Please Logan, just fuck me. I need you.”
“You need me, do you?” Logan asked. “Is this not enough?”
Keegan rocked backward. It felt really good, but he could feel the tension in Logan’s grip holding him back. “No,” he said with a whine. “Please, Logan.”
Logan chuckled before he started to move again. Keegan couldn’t focus on anything else except Logan’s cock as it slid in and out of his body. His mind was hazy with need, and he couldn’t even begin to think straight. The teasing had left him too on edge; he knew this would be over before long. At least he knew Logan was close too. The slight shaking of his body was a giveaway. Keegan could feel the sweat starting to slide down his body from the heat of the friction and from the stress of holding himself back.
“Come on, Kee,” Logan moaned. “Want you to finish first.” He slid a hand under Keegan’s body to start to stroke his cock in time with Logan’s thrusts.
That was enough to break Keegan first. Keegan gasped and shuddered, his cock pulsing as he came hard. His hole clenched around Logan’s cock, and Logan moaned above him. Logan’s grip on him tightened, and he gave him several more hard thrusts before he stilled completely, his cock buried inside Keegan’s body. He could feel the warmth of Logan’s cum inside him.
“Fuck, Logan.”
Logan pushed Keegan down flat against the bed. He tucked his head against Keegan’s back, his breathing warm against his skin. “Just lay like this for a couple of minutes.” Time passed with both of them silent, basking in the subsiding pleasure. It was a few minutes before Logan pulled his spent cock out, but he kept Keegan pressed to the bed, his cock lying against Keegan’s ass. “I’m tired. That was a lot of work.”
“Do not fall asleep on me while we are sticky,” Keegan grumbled.
“Nap with me,” Logan said.
“Get a towel, and we can cuddle.”
Logan sighed dramatically but got up, returning with a rag. He wiped both of them down gently. The wet pillow was tossed off the bed. In his post bliss haze, Keegan knew he should have put something down to keep the pillow from getting covered in cum, but that was a future problem for him now. Logan squeezed back onto the bed, pulling Keegan into his arms. “Nap time.”
“I’m not tired,” Keegan said, but didn’t try to escape. It was warm and comfortable here, and somehow he found himself drifting off despite his earlier nap.
When he woke up, he felt like he was on fire. How had it gotten so much warmer in here in such a short time. He opened his eyes and pulled back from where he had a grip on Logan. It took him a moment to realize why that was strange. He was looking at Logan. He shook the other man awake. “Logan!”
“Uh, what?” Logan mumbled. He rolled over and blinked at Keegan for a few moments before shooting up. “Oh, we’re back to normal.”
Keegan pulled him in for a quick kiss. “Sorry it took so long.”
“Don’t be. I hope it was worth it,” Logan said before capturing him in another kiss. “I saw the clock. We should go get dinner.”
They got dressed, having to pass clothes back and forth from where things had gotten tangled up and lost in their earlier rush. Keegan found himself feeling nervous. Now that he was back to himself, how would he react around the others? Logan came up and squeezed his hand, offering silent comfort. “Let’s go. It’ll be fine, Kee.”
They walked to the kitchen hand in hand. Kick and Neptune were seated at one table already, with Merrick still getting his food. Keegan took a deep breath, working up the courage. If he didn’t deal with this now, he knew he never would. He let go of Logan’s hand and strode up to Merrick. Merrick turned to look at him, about to say something when Keegan grabbed him. They were almost the same height, so it was easy for Keegan to press his mouth to Merrick’s.
Merrick took half a second to respond, but when he did, he met Keegan’s eagerness with equal fervor. He put a hand on Keegan’s cheek, tilting Keegan’s head back a little to deepen their kiss. It was just as sweet as Merrick had been with him when he was Logan. It made Keegan’s heart feel light, one worry erased before it could fester too long.
Keegan pulled back first. Merrick smiled at him, the tenderness in his eyes blatant. “Back to normal?”
“Better,” Keegan said.
“We have to talk about this, you know,” Merrick murmured, leaning in for another brief kiss.
“We will. I just wanted to make sure you knew how much you helped.”
“Of course. I’m always here for you,” Merrick brushed his thumb across his cheek. “Dinner is getting cold, though.”
Keegan chuckled. They parted, and when Keegan turned to see where Logan was, he saw the wide-eyes stares he was getting from Kick and Neptune. He grinned at them, but turned to get his food. They ended up all crowded at the same table, talking about anything and everything.
And later, when Logan dragged Keegan over to jam onto the couch that was definitely too small for five grown men, Keegan finally felt content with where he belonged.