With Dylan constantly interrupting him, Logan didn’t enjoy staying on the phone with Chad as much as he usually did. Then again, he usually was in his room, door shut, lying in his bed with his jeans unzipped and his hand snaked into the front of his briefs, doing all the delicious things to himself Chad whispered into his ear. Dylan was usually miles away, under the watchful gaze of their mother. Logan usually didn’t have to worry about entertaining him.
But with their mother out of the house, Dylan proved to be too needy to give Logan any privacy whatsoever. First he wanted a snack, which he hounded Logan for until his brother finally plopped an open carton of ice cream down on the floor in front of him, a large spoon jammed into the frozen treat. Then the sound on the television went o
