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Chapter 10

Shower Thots

"Hey, I'm taking a shower!" Logan yelped as the door banged open.

"Any time I want, right?" Oz asked from the wrong side of the bathroom door. "Well, it's time: I want. Unless you need to safe word out, of course."

And let you win?

"Fuck you!" Logan snapped.

"Glad we're in agreement," Oz chirped back. "Although I do hope we'll both be winners here."

Logan grimaced, glancing around. The upstairs rear bathroom was already small enough with one. Two was going to be pretty tight. Shoved under the eaves of the old house, the sink pressed up against your knee when you took a piss, much less anything else. The narrow shower stall felt like it'd been put in as an afterthought; a squeeze for a guy with big shoulders to turn around in to face his infuriating roommate.

Trying to have sex in here is only going to end in bashed elbows. Not the kind of banging Oz probably has in mind…

Quickly, Logan shoved those thoughts down.

"I know I locked that door." He said in the direction of rustling clothing falling to the floor.

"You play a thief character every Saturday night for a few years, sometimes you pick up side hobbies," Oz replied enigmatically as he twitched aside the plastic curtain and stepped into the shower with an obnoxious leer on his face.

"Can't you at least let me finish?" Logan muttered as Oz pressed up tight against Logan's chest, arms wrapping around Logan's sides like a damn octopus. "I just got in."

"Oh, I'm going to help you finish, alright." Oz grinned, grinding their hips together lazily, attention clearly focused on the hands currently cupping and gliding appreciatively over Logan's wet skin.

Logan cursed as Oz leaned past him to shut the water off, fisting his own hands by his side so he didn't go all shy.

"What's wrong, straight boy?" Oz taunted, dragging his teeth along Logan's collarbone. "Pretty sure you shower every day with, like, sixty teammates or something after practice without a problem."

Yeah, but no one in the football locker room has been fucking me on the daily since we made that deal for you to tutor me

Usually just hand stuff, or maybe a little early morning grinding. But it'd given Logan's body a distractingly frequent response to the presence of his roommate. A response that was eagerly stirring now. And if these days Logan's eyes lingered on his roommate's body a bit too long…

"Oh! Someone looks happy to see me," Oz purred, his hand dropping to gently stroke Logan's swiftly hardening erection.

Logan swallowed harshly. Shit, this deal was messing with his head. He was straight, damn it. It didn't matter how much he'd liked the feeling of Oz's powerful hands sliding around his body. Or hell, the wet warm wonder that was Oz's mouth as he sucked Logan's brains out through his cock.

Logan liked girls. He… He couldn't like…

"Just a…what'd'ya call 'em — Pavlovian response, right?"

He knew it was a mistake as soon as he'd mentioned it. Logan didn't even need to see the way Oz's whole face lit up at that to tell him he'd said more than he should've out loud.

"Then I think this is an excellent chance to continue your training," Oz replied with irritatingly cheerful enthusiasm. "Don't you?"

He was pressing himself against Logan, ineffectually trying to push the football player up against the shower wall despite the stark difference in their builds. And Logan wasn't sure why, but… damn it all, he let him.

Oz was barely more than half Logan's weight and a good couple of inches shorter. On top of that, after years of switching between seasons of football and wrestling practice, Logan had almost an entire lifetime of learning how to shove around guys even larger than him. Meanwhile, Oz had spent that time… What? Hunched over a table in someone's basement, pretending to fight dragons and rescue… princes, Logan supposed. Or whatever the male equivalent was of a damsel.

A dandy, maybe?

But the point was, Oz was a lightweight. Oz was a twig. Oz was nothing . Logan could sneeze and accidentally buck the guy off if he wasn't careful.

And yet…

"Not a dog," Logan muttered, his heart beating double time in his chest as Oz's body pressed Logan's back flat against the shower wall, his roommate's hard cock slotting in promisingly against Logan's own.

"Bet I can still have you begging and panting," Oz countered in a smug tone as he thrust, making Logan's insides flip.

"Fuck off," Logan snapped, a small part of him fearing it might be true.

And though there was a corner of Logan's brain that was shouting he should shove the other man off… Logan didn't. Instead, he let Oz urge his chin up, meeting those infuriatingly smug eyes for just a second before —

Before he gave in to the impulse, melting into the press of warm lips against his own. Shuddering, his mouth opening of its own volition, his hands fitting around Oz's hips of their own accord; gripping with all the desperation of a drowning man, anchoring himself in Oz as Logan sank further into their kiss.

The tile was cool against Logan's shoulders, solid as he leaned forward just the last little bit more to press his lips fully against Oz's. Swallowing the other man's gasp before diving deeper in, moaning as Oz's tongue flicked delicately along Logan's bottom lip teasingly as it sought out Logan's own. Sliding his hands up the bare skin of Oz's back, pulling Oz closer against Logan's chest as Logan wordlessly asked for more.

His body was thrumming with need, his head awash with conflicting thoughts.

But this? This was simple. Oz wanted to kiss him.

And Logan …Logan really, really wanted to be kissed.

"Turn around," Oz purred when he finally released Logan's lips.

"What?"

"Gonna fuck you against the wall," Oz clarified, and damn, but that shouldn't make Logan's cock twitch so hard. "Now turn around."

Logan swallowed. "No penetration," he reminded Oz of the rule Logan had set from the start. "You promised."

Never mind that he was starting to… No . He didn't regret making that rule. He was straight. He — He couldn't want Oz to…

"Don't worry," Oz said, smoothing his hands firmly over Logan's chest and kneading at his pecs. "Nothing's going inside you. Now turn the fuck around and present that ass, straight boy."

Logan's cock lept again at that.

Fucking traitor

"Dick," he grunted, turning to press his palms flat against the cold tile.

"That's the idea," Oz said. "Now spread your legs."

Logan obeyed, feeling his roommate move in behind him, the other man's thick cock slotting in easily between Logan's cheeks.

"Oz…" Logan started, not even sure what he was going to say. He swallowed it — nearly swallowed his tongue — sucking in a in a sharp breath as something cold and slippery hit the top of his ass.

"Oz?" Logan yelped, shivering as it slid down his crack.

"Shhhh," Oz soothed, his warm fingers spreading the liquid between Logan's thighs. His knees buckled worryingly as Oz's slick hand rubbed hard against Logan's taint, before coming up to slide over his thigh, reaching around to fondle Logan's balls. "Just trust me. This is going to be so good."

"Feels good," Logan mumbled despite himself as he relaxed into the sensations, his eyelids fluttering closed.

"Yeah? You like it when I touch you like this?" Oz asked, his voice husky and rough as his slick hand gave Logan's cock a few gentle pumps, before returning to slide a hard knuckle up and down the valley of his ass.

"No," Logan lied, shifting his feet wider.

He flinched at the open-handed slap to his ass, wet and loud in the tiny tiled room.

"Tell me the truth, Logan," Oz warned.

Skin stinging, Logan swallowed heavily, his heart thumping loudly in his ears.

"I…"

"Do you like it when I touch you?" Oz asked again, thumb and forefinger finding Logan's nipple and — and doing some damned distracting things. "Hmm?"

"Yes," Logan admitted through gritted teeth, trying to figure out which sensation to concentrate on.

Another stinging spank, harder this time.

"Yes, what?"

Logan's cock was straining, pressing against the tiled wall, hard and ready. His cheeks burned; with embarrassment, with the third slap Oz laid upon Logan's skin.

"Yes, I — I like it— Oh! " he breathed, Oz's fourth slap lighting up his spine, the force zipping right to Logan's cock to jolt it awake.

"Fuck yes," Oz hissed, his cock slotting into the cleft of Logan's tingling ass, his hands strong and steady as he grasped Logan's hips. "Put your palms flat on the wall and brace yourself for me."

Logan shivered, biting back a moan as the head of Oz's cock brushed over the rim of his hole with each thrust, his own cock twitching as his roommate's hand slipped around him.

"Oh fuck," Logan groaned as Oz's slick fist began to move, sliding up and down his length in time with each snap of his hips.

"You like that, baby?"

"Not your baby," Logan grunted, rolling his eyes at the latest in the string of nicknames Oz insisted on trying out.

"Got it, sweet stuff," Oz replied, which was even worse.

"Screw you."

"That's right, sugar tits," Oz panted, his hand moving faster as he thrust harder; the entire length of his cock plowing the furrow of Logan's ass, dragging against Logan's hole with each pass. "I know you love it. Like having a man's hands wrapped around your dick. How it feels to have a thick, hot cock filling your tight little ass?"

"Shut up," Logan hissed. There wasn't much reason for any of the guys to come all the way up here to the rear of the house. But the old walls were thin, and the doors all had a finger-width gap at the bottom.

If someone heard him…

Oz chuckled, leaning back to adjust his footing for a moment, before feeding the head of his cock into the channel between Logan's inner thighs with a satisfied grunt.

Logan shuddered at the sensation of his roommate's cock sliding along his taint.

"Fuck, Oz ," he breathed, "What are you —"

"Keep your hands on the wall and press your legs tight together for me now, honeybuns," Oz interrupted, leaning forward to nip at Logan's shoulder.

He did as Oz ordered, clenching his body around Oz's cock, and — oh. Oh , that was…hmm. Interesting. Especially combined with the way Oz was mouthing at Logan's neck as he thrust hard, the thick length of his cock sliding between Logan's thighs?

"Like that?"

"Y-yeah."

"Me too," Oz said, his forehead pressed firmly against Logan's shoulder. "Fuck, yes. Who knew a jerk like you had an ass this sweet? God, Logan, you feel so damn good."

Yeah, Logan was feeling pretty good just then. He bit his lip to keep from moaning as Oz's cock rubbed against Logan's taint every time his roommate thrust against him.

Logan startled as Oz's hands slid up his arms, fingers threading through Logan's where they were still held flat against the tile, as ordered. His breath hitched as Oz's lanky frame seemed to cover him, not a lick of daylight between their skin as Oz pressed Logan tight against the wall.

Hips thrusting hard and steady, the noise Oz's body made slapping against Logan's was loud and obscene. It echoed off the shower tiles in sync with the beating of his heart, the drag of air into his lungs, the rush of blood thundering away in Logan's ears.

He groaned at the loss as one of Oz's hands released his, sliding down his arm to palm across Logan's chest. His stomach clenched in anticipation as Oz's fingers pressed on, exploring the plains and dips of Logan's belly as Oz continued down, down, down.

Logan gasped as Oz's touch skimmed along the tops of his thighs, trailing over the join of Logan's legs a hairsbreadth away from his cock, his balls. It was so fucking frustrating — and so, so very good — that when Oz finally, finally ceased his teasing to wrap his fist around Logan's cock? Logan felt like he could've cried from relief.

"You're going to kill me," Logan muttered as Oz's hand began working Logan's cock in time with each thrust.

" La petite mort ," Oz replied, random nerd that he was.

"What?" Logan scowled, only recognizing the ' petite ' part, which... Yeah, not exactly what you wanted to hear from a guy with his hands on your junk.

…person. What you want to hear from a person, Logan corrected himself. Because it wasn't as if he wanted to have a guy's hands on his cock in the first place, was it? Except then Oz chuckled low and deep, teeth catching at Logan's neck, and —

" Oh ," Logan moaned, his entire body quivering with the sensation.

"How's that, hmmm?" Oz panted, his forehead pressed into Logan's back, breath hot on Logan's back. "Tell me what you need."

"I…I…" Logan was gasping, his chest heaving, legs shaking around Oz's thrusting cock, his own cock alive in Oz's hand. Holy fuck. Why was it so hard to think, to say the words, to —

"Say it," Oz growled, his teeth grazing Logan's shoulder. "Come on, Logan. I wanna hear you say it."

And… it wasn't quite an order, was it? But damn if it wasn't easier for Logan to pretend it was.

"My — my neck," Logan whimpered, hating himself for saying it out loud, his cheeks burning, his cock leaking precum over Oz's hand. "Bite my neck some more?"

Oz's hips stilled, cock still buried between Logan's thighs. His fingers were gripping so hard at Logan's hip, they dented the skin.

"Say it again."

Logan shuddered.

"Please," he begged, thoughts all tangling up in the grip of Oz's unmoving fist. "Oz, I— I can't. I want — please , I — please. "

"Shhhh," Oz soothed, nuzzling his nose against the soft skin behind Logan's ear, "I'll do anything you want, Logan. Anything. Just tell me what you need."

"…Move," Logan whispered.

"Away?" Oz clarified hesitantly.

Logan swallowed.

"…No," he said, reaching back to clutch at Oz's hip, before giving an experimental little rock; fucking himself backward into Oz's cock, then driving forward into his grip.

"Yeah?" Oz asked with an incredulously delighted note in his voice.

Logan nodded furiously, gasping in relief as his roommate's fist began moving again. Oz took over from Logan's awkward motions, slowly stroking him from base to tip; the pressure firm, the glide so beautifully smooth.

Oz's mouth was hot and wet as his teeth scraped against Logan's neck, and oh fuck, did it feel good.

"Please," Logan sighed, thrusting into Oz's hand, squeezing his legs tighter around Oz's cock to drive home the point. "Please, Oz."

"Oh, hell yes," Oz groaned as he complied, plunging headlong into the valley of Logan's slick thighs, massaging his taint on every pass.

And fuck if it didn't feel good. Better than good. Better than Logan could've ever guessed. Tipping his head back, Logan could feel the back of his skull brushing Oz's shoulder, letting himself sink into the other man's — into Oz's hold.

Oz's hand released Logan's hip to clutch clumsily at Logan's throat and jaw, and Logan gasped as Oz pulled, urging Logan into an awkward kiss.

"Gonna be good for me?" Oz demanded in a low voice once he finally broke away, leaving both of them panting, gasping for air.

Quivering in those hands, Logan nodded desperately, moaning out an answer as his roommate's tongue swiped a hot stripe up his neck.

"Oh god, oh god," Logan babbled, feeling his orgasm building, "Oz, I'm gonna…I'm gonna come."

"Yeah?" Oz purred, licking at Logan's neck again. "You think you should get to come, hot stuff? You think you've earned it?"

"Oz?" Logan whispered, confused; his hands clenching into fists against the wall. "Please, Oz, I need to…"

"Please, what?" Oz murmured. "Wanna hear you beg for it, sweet thing."

"I — "

Something pounded on the door, the succession of three heavy thuds freezing them in place.

"You locked the door behind you, right?" Logan hissed at Oz, his heart hammering in his chest now almost as loud as the knocking.

"Of course I did," Oz huffed. "…I mean — I think …"

"Oh God," Logan whimpered at the rattling of the door handle as their would-be intruder tested the lock.