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And then Logan's hand traveled lower.

Dylan pasted on his most sardonic smirk, the one that said he couldn't care less. "Down, boy. At least let me finish my drink before you grab my cock."

Logan laughed like Dylan had been joking. "I like you," he grinned. He leaned in, breath hot on Dylan's neck. "Get your pants off."

Okay, time to set some boundaries with Mr. Full Speed here. Dylan jerked back, sliding Logan's hand off of his cock. "Seriously, rich boy," he said, aiming for casual even as his heart hammered against his ribs. "I'm not a fleshlight."

Logan looked genuinely confused, his brow creasing up. "But this is what the app's for. Why waste time?"

"You got somewhere to be?"

"I got somewhere I want to come." It was barely even wordplay, but Logan looked satisfied with his own wit. He leaned in again.

Unease slithered up Dylan's spine. Maybe he should get out of here while he still could…

But the thought of returning to his crappy, empty apartment crushed that flicker of self-preservation. At least here there wasfree booze and the company of a man who seemed to appreciate him, if only for one night.

Dylan hated how desperate he was for those scraps of connection. When had he become so starved for affection that he would ignore blazing warning signs just to feel wanted, even if only temporarily?

Pathetic, his inner voice sneered.Absolutely pathetic. You thought leaving home would solve all your problems? What a dumbass.

Dylan bit his lip. Logan misread it — or just didn't even notice it — and closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to Dylan's. Dylan kissed back mechanically, trying to mentally detach himself from the situation.

Logan's hands roamed over Dylan's body, and Dylan endured it, wishing he was anywhere else. He felt like a piece of meat, being prodded and poked by someone who saw him as nothing more than a means to a quick end.

He tried to focus on the sensations, to find some pleasure in the situation, but it was no use. All he could think about was how much he hated himself for being here, for allowing himself to be used in this way. He felt like a cheap trick, and he wasn't even getting paid!Stupid, stupid, stupid…

Logan's hands moved to Dylan's belt, and Dylan's heart began to race. He knew what was coming next, and he wasn't sure he was ready for it. He tried to pull away, but Logan's grip on him was too strong.

"Hey, slow down," Dylan said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Logan ignored him, continuing to undress him. Dylan felt a surge of panic rise up within him — but he didn't know how to make it stop. He felt trapped, like a cornered animal. He could feel the walls closing in around him, and he couldn't breathe.

He tried to push Logan away, but his efforts were futile. Logan was too strong, too determined. Fuck, jocks were hot — but now, all that muscle was working against Dylan.

He opened his eyes, determined to make Logan stop. But before he could say anything, Logan's lips were on his again, his tongue in Dylan's mouth, silencing him. Dylan felt a surge of anger rise up within him, and he pushed Logan away with all his might.

"I said fuckingstop!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the room.

Logan sneered at him, his eyes narrowing with anger. "What's the problem? You came here to be fucked, didn't you? Don't be such a cocktease."

Dylan's stomach churned at the words. He struggled against Logan's hold, trying to push him off. "Yeah, but no," he said firmly. "I came here to have fun, not to be forced into anything."

Logan pinned Dylan's wrists down against the couch. "Relax, Daniel," he said, in a transparently sweet-talking tone. "You'll enjoy it, I promise."

It had only been minutes since Dylan had walked in the door, and Logan had already forgotten his name.

Yeah, fuck this shit. He was out of here.

Dylan wasn't big, but some things didn't need muscle. When Dylan kneed Logan in the groin, Logan let out a howl of pain. Dylan wrenched himself free and scrambled off the couch.

Logan cursed in pain and rage, clutching himself as he tried to recover. "What the fuck?" he spat. "You psycho little bitch! You're going to regret that!"

Dylan made a beeline for the door, but despite his pain, Logan was faster. He lunged at Dylan, grabbing him by the arm and yanking him back.

"Let go of me!" Dylan shouted, trying to pull away.

Logan sneered at him, his eyes cold and empty. "Shut up and stop being dramatic."

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