Chapter 3:

LOGAN

Logan sat up, the residual screams from his nightmare still ringing in his ears. He was sweating and his heart was racing, his whole body shaking with fear.

He tried to go back to sleep, but every time he closed his eyes, angry shadows danced behind them. The nightmares were back, even after all the time and money he had wasted on therapy.

He got out of bed, got dressed and left his house. New York was still wide awake at two a.m., and there was a bar in walking distance from his condo. And, he decided, he needed a fuck after all.

The bar was overcrowded, and the music was loud and odd, and sounded like 80's rock. He pushed through the crowd on the dance floor and sat on a high stool at the bar.

"Bourbon. Stiff." He told the bartender without looking at him, his eyes scanning the bar for someone to take back home to bed.

"Miley Cyrus. The music. It's good when it's not turning you deaf." The bartender said with a smile, sliding his drink across the counter top, and Logan realized his annoyance must have been showing on his face.

He knew he was flirting, and Logan found himself strangely attracted. Hazel eyes, curly blonde hair, full pink lips; he wanted to know what they tasted like, and a body he could not wait to have his long, masculine fingers all over. He found himself talking before he could think.

"Are you working all night?" He asked, as the bartender took another order, close enough to hear him.

"I'm off in ten."

His groin stirred in anticipation. It was always that easy for Logan. He didn't need luck or irritating small talk; money and his good looks made up for that.

He had never met anyone who had been able to resist him, and that's why he was so successful. Sure he was honest and good at what he did, but if his business talk failed with the men, he took their wives to bed and they managed to talk their husbands into working with him.

And Carlos had almost been too easy. He was young, naive and desperate. A deadly combination. And he was also very, very hot. But nothing got him more interested in Carlos than his last name.

Rivera.

He tightened his grip on the glass in his hand and smiled. It was almost too perfect. He had tried, for many years to take everything away from the Riveras, to make them suffer like he had. But he had failed. Miserably. And then, Carlos had showed up, and made things too easy.

"You ready? I'm off work." The bartender said, interrupting his thoughts. He nodded, paid for his drink and they left.

                        *

Logan threw open the door, already pulling his clothes off. He wrapped his arms around Aaron, the bartender's waist and lifted him without breaking their kiss.

He kicked the door shut and pinned Aaron on it. His erection throbbed in the denim and he let it out with his free hand.

"Damn Aaron, I can't wait to have you in my bed." He panted into Aaron's mouth, running his hand through his blonde curls.

They tore each other's clothes off as they stepped through the bedroom, Aaron lying on his back in the messy bed and opening his legs.

Logan retrieved a bottle of lube from the nightstand and a condom from his wallet, knelt between Aaron's legs and slid the condom over his cock. He generously lubed himself up, and then did the same with Aaron's hole.

He slid a fraction into Aaron, moaning as the man's ass expertly clenched around his cock. He gripped Aaron's thigh with one hand, his other hand flattened on the bed, supporting his weight and started to thrust, assaulting Aaron's sweet spot and earning thankful moans from the man under him.

He put his hands on either side of Aaron's head and started to fuck him erratically, panting and moaning...and coming.

Aaron pumped his own cock hard--Logan's expert fucking and response to his ass was more than enough to drive him over the edge. He arched into Logan with a scream, blasting come all over the sheets.

Logan kissed him all over and thrust a few more times. He slid out, ripped the full condom from his cock and threw it on the floor. He climbed into bed and wrapped Aaron in his arms.

"I'm not very learned, so I can't talk to you about politics and shit like that." Aaron said as they caught their breaths, raising his face into Logan's neck and kissing his jawline.

"So then, let's just enjoy each other." Logan replied, running a finger along his bicep.

"What's your story, Logan?" Aaron pressed, pulling away from Logan and sitting up.

Logan gave a defeated sigh and looked at him.

"My story is that I have an early day at work tomorrow and unlike you, I can't sleep in. I have to be at the office at seven, and it's five thirty already. Now since you can't go to sleep, leave."

Aaron laughed bitterly, but got out of the bed and got dressed.

"Don't you want my number in case you want to--"

"I don't need you, Aaron. I've had your piece of ass already. I'm pretty sure I'll not be able to recognise you, or even stand your face tomorrow." Logan said coldly, a blank expression on his face.

That was the thing with lust; they bored you as quickly as they had turned you on.

Logan showed him out, and locked the door after him. He made himself a cup of tea and pushed open the French doors in the living room, going out to the balcony.

He was stark naked and the breeze was starting to get his cock hard again, and he did not care that the paparazzi could be down right now. He was anything but shy.

He smiled spitefully as he thought how his father would have scolded him for all the reckless decisions he was making, like buying an apartment complex just because.

Money was not an issue; he had more than he knew what to do with.

But he had not done it just because. The eviction notice had been delivered to Carlos' apartment even before he got home, and in his desperation he had said yes.

Logan smiled sadistically as he remembered Carlos' trembling voice over the phone, taking him up on his offer.

He did not care that Carlos had had nothing to do with what happened. Neither had he, but he too had suffered. He knew no amount of revenge would right the wrong, but the least he could do was avenge himself and his family.

God, was he excited for tomorrow!

He went back inside when it got too cold, dumped the cold tea in the sink and went back to bed.

He needed to be on his best guard tomorrow, he reminded himself, and fell asleep almost instantly.