Dreaming of You by Ethan Day Page A

the hell were you really doing when you were supposed to be at your prom?”
     
    “I was in a gay bar. I had my very first kiss that night.”
     
    “You did, huh?” he said. “Was it a good one?”
     
    “It was fucking great.”
     
    “Better than this?” he asked, rolling on top of me and sliding his tongue into my mouth.
     
    “All right, boys, cover your twigs-n-berries,” Finn called out, kicking the door open, causing Logan and me to freeze in place. “Well, well!” She was standing in the doorway wearing an apron, holding two bottles of water and shaking her head. “I can see by the trail of luggage and clothes leading to your bedroom you two wasted no time before humping one another like cats in heat.”
     
    I started laughing out of both a mix of embarrassment and amusement at how pleased Finn was with herself for walking in on us in our current state. I couldn’t figure out the reasoning behind the apron. Hell, I didn’t even know we had an apron. “Well, introductions seem slightly absurd at the moment, but, Finn…meet Logan.”
     
    “Gee,” Logan said, “this isn’t at all awkward.”
     
    “Well,” Finn offered, “not as awkward as it would’ve been coming in when you had his legs in the air and he was screaming, ‘Oh Logan…you’re a fucking god!’”
     
    I busted out laughing, and Logan said, “Very true, that certainly would’ve been more awkward.”
     
    “All right, boys, you can fuck each other later on. I’m bored, so you need to come entertain me.”
     
    I shot her a nasty look. “Finn, this isn’t funny. You’re being rude, so close the door and go away.”
     
    “I am shocked at your accusation! I’m just being a good hostess.” She stomped over and placed the bottles of water onto the nightstand. “I’ll just go back out into the living room and sit on the couch…by myself…with absolutely nothing to do.” She turned to head out the door and stopped in the doorway with her back turned and added, “Except listen to the two of you have sex.”
     
    I looked at Logan, and he shrugged “You win. We’ll be out in a minute.”
     
    “Yeah!” she squealed, turning around with a huge smile. “And Logan,” she added, smiling and crinkling up her nose, “nice fucking ass.” She winked at him and disappeared around the corner.
     
    “Okay,” Logan said, with a serious expression.
     
    “I’m so sorry.”
     
    “I like her.” He nodded “You gotta love a girl who can appreciate a hot ass when she sees it.”
     
    I shook my head as he got up and shut the door. How that bitch gets away with the shit she pulls is beyond me. Logan and I got up and went into the connecting bathroom and took a shower. He wouldn’t let me lift a finger. He washed his hair, then my hair, himself, and then me, all the while kissing me and running his lips over every inch of my body. It was wonderful to not have to do anything for myself. I kissed him gently and slowly as we dried one another off.
     
    I got dressed, ran out to the front door, grabbed his luggage, and took it in to him. I left him to dig through his suitcases and made my way out to the living room.
     
    As I walked down the hallway, I ran my hands through my damp hair, catching a whiff of the citrus-sage scent left from the shampoo. I walked into the living room, which in its current state was a sort of mixed-bag ethnic design scheme. The entertainment armoire and the coffee table were chunky, heavy-looking wooden pieces made in Mexico. Finn had done some type of tobacco-colored faux finish on the walls, which I was particularly fond of. They made the dark-stained thick crown molding and the ornate wood mantel around the fireplace really pop. The window treatments, as Finn called them, getting mad whenever I called them curtains, were thin, flowing, deep jewel-toned Moroccan-inspired panels that sort of pooled onto the floor. Finn was sitting in the brown leather armchair, so I walked over and plopped down on