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Chapter 15

Pushing

"No."

"What?" Logan's lust-fogged mind reeled as the pressure of Oz's thumb dropped away. "What do you mean: ' No '?"

"Your rule —"

"Fuck my rule!" Logan snarled, his hands fisting on the wall in frustration. "Oz, I'm asking — "

"No, you're not," Oz countered calmly. "It's not happening, Logan. Not tonight."

"But — "

"Even if I didn't know you'd regret it as soon as you'd nutted and regained your senses, this sweet little untrained ass just isn't ready to take a cock. You wanna rethink your rules? Fine — we'll talk about it tomorrow. Now turn around."

"I… What?" Logan asked blearily.

"Turn around and fuck my face," Oz demanded.

And oh, that was… That was something.

"Come on," Oz insisted, guiding him as Logan shuffled awkwardly in the tight space on wobbly, tangled legs. "I know you want to."

"Fuck, yeah, I do," Logan answered. Of course he fucking did. For all of Oz's many surprising talents their bargain had brought to light, the fact that Oz had turned out to be an absolute champion at sucking cock? Yeah, that had maybe been the most stunning one of all.

Maybe it shouldn't have been. He sure went at it with the same level of methodical enthusiasm as he did any of his nerd games; slowly but inevitably uncovering the cheat codes that never failed to turn Logan into a shuddering, sweaty mess. It was…a little intimidating, if Logan was being honest. But damn if he didn't enjoy reaping the benefits of it all the same.

Right then, it was lure enough to make Logan forget all about his unexpected urge to have Oz fuck him. His voice was shaking, his whole body trembling, his legs barely able to move without stumbling.

Oz's hands were everywhere. Helping steady him, supporting and guiding Logan until his spine was pressed hard against the wall.

"Don't hold back on me now," Oz said, as his palms slid up the outsides of Logan's quivering thighs, up over his stomach and down his sides, his…

"G'nh!" Logan's eyes fell closed as Oz unceremoniously swallowed his cock.

Wet and hot and perfect, Oz's mouth drew any remaining blood swimming around in Logan's body like a magnet straight to his dick. Oz hummed in acknowledgment, the vibrations shooting right through Logan's groin and into his core.

"Holy…" Logan breathed, his fingers tightening reflexively in Oz's hair.

Oz's tongue teased the shaft, his hands digging into Logan's ass. Logan could only groan, his body overwhelmed with sensations. He was helpless, lost in the heat and pleasure and the feel of Oz's mouth as Logan whimpered, clutching at Oz's shoulders, his neck, his head — anything Logan could reach.

Logan tried to be careful, as mindful of Oz's comfort as Logan would be with a girl. But Oz grunted, pulling back.

"Logan, when I say 'fuck my face', I'm not looking for a gentle stroll on the beach," he growled. "I'm telling you to choke me with this dick."

"You — You are?" Logan couldn't help the shudder that rolled through his body. The thought of doing exactly what Oz was describing made him positively ache for it.

"You can do it, straight boy. Come on. Show me what you've got," Oz demanded, before sucking Logan's cock deep again, his crown bumping against the back of Oz's throat. Hands tugged at Logan's ass, demanding he thrust.

With a grunt, Logan obeyed. Hips moving faster, his grip tightening in Oz's hair; his cock slid in and out of Oz's as Logan found his rhythm. His breath came in sharp pants as Logan's body responded to Oz's urging, rocking between those lips with something rapidly approaching incoherency.

And Oz just took it, swallowing him down. Humming encouragement and clutching at Logan's hips, as Oz encouraged Logan to go deeper, harder, faster.

At the bite of blunt fingernails into the meat of his ass cheeks, Logan obediently snapped his hips. His cock plunged deep into the gloriously willing heat and wetness of Oz's mouth, taking Logan's slowly unraveling sanity along for the ride.

Oz's hands stroked up the backs of Logan's thighs, teasing at the cleft of his ass. Urging Logan closer, and deeper, and harder still.

It was — It was so —

"Oz, you sure?" Logan ground out.

And then Oz was shoving Logan's hips hard against the wall, holding him in place as that mouth swallowed Logan whole with a shout. Oz held himself there for a minute; throat working, nose buried in Logan's belly, and his chin pressing against Logan's balls; before pulling back, breathing heavily.

Spit trailed down his chin, his lips shiny and swollen as he and Logan each caught their breath.

And then Oz did it again.

And again.

And when Oz grunted, pulling away a fourth time to pin Logan with a glare? It was all Logan could do just to remain upright, Oz's hands holding him tight against the wall.

"You gonna give me what I want now?" Oz snapped, his voice hoarse as he glared up at a stunned Logan.

"F-fuck, yeah," Logan bit out, his chest heaving like bellows.

"Good," was all Oz said, his breath hot against the wet tip of Logan's dick.

And then his mouth was back, sucking Logan deep, his tongue pressing hard against the underside of Logan's shaft. Logan rocked forward; warily at first, but soon with abandon.

Oz's eyes fluttered closed, and he hummed approvingly as he happily shattered Logan's world.

"I'm close," Logan warned him, his breath coming in shallow pants as he threw everything he had into the snap of his hips. Thrusting in and out of that perfect, hot mouth, his orgasm coiled tightly in his belly.

Oz's only response was a low, muffled moan, his grip tightening on the backs of Logan's thighs.

"Fuck, Oz, I'm —"

Oz's hands were on him before the words were completely out of Logan's mouth, pinning him hard against the bricks again as Oz took him all the way into that perfect, amazing throat.

Logan's fingers slipped from their grip in Oz's hair, scrabbling desperately against the wall for something to hold on to, barely registering his palms scraping along the bricks. He cried out, his hips jerking, his body tensing. The orgasm crashed over him in a relentless wave, his release spilling out in a hot rush as he came, and came, and came.

Oz drank him down the whole while, hands gripping his hips tight, holding Logan in place as his knees buckled. Trembling, Logan could barely feel his legs as his body came down from the high, chest heaving with the effort of pulling air into his lungs.

Oz looked up at him, his lips swollen and his cheeks flushed.

"You okay?" he rasped.

Logan swore. "Come up here," he said.

"What?" Oz asked, surprised. "Really?"

"Yeah. Come on." Logan reached down for Oz, helping him stand before leaning in to —

"Logan," Oz warned from behind the palm he'd slapped over his own mouth. "I was just —"

"Don't care," Logan said, exhaustion and endorphins both pulling hard at him as he tugged Oz's hand free.

Oz's mouth tasted just like their kisses before, Logan decided as he unfastened Oz's fly. Maybe tinged with a hint of that same flavor from when Oz had smeared his pre-come across Logan's lips that one time? It was hard to say. But if there was anything else, Logan couldn't tell. He was too distracted with the weight of Oz's cock in his hand, and the shape of Oz's moans. With sliding his tongue in to tangle with Oz's, feeling the trembling vibrations of the other man's pleasure.

Oz grunted as Logan fisted his cock, his arms clutching at Logan's shoulders. Pressing his face tight into the curve where Logan's neck met shoulder, Logan felt it: the stuttering breath as Oz got close.

Grinning, Logan kept his lips pressed against Oz's temple; breathing him in, hand stripping Oz's cock in smooth, steady strokes.

Right then, it didn't matter that Logan's pants were still around his ankles. That someone could walk in and find them. That they were both guys, or that Logan, theoretically, was straight.

Eyes falling closed, Logan let himself sink into the warmth of the moment, enjoying the solid weight of Oz's body pressed tight against him. The scent of his skin. The soft gasps and moans as he thrust into Logan's hand. The satisfaction of bringing his partner pleasure — whoever that was — mixed with a primal sort of determination that, after all his hard work, Oz would also get to enjoy his own release.

"Logan," Oz choked. "You keep doing that, and I'm going to come."

"Thought you were supposed to be the smart one?" Logan teased him. "That's kind of the idea."

Logan's teeth nipped sharply at Oz's shoulder, earning him a delightful little gasp, and it was all Logan could do to smother his answering groan.

"But…"

"Come on," Logan urged, his mouth trailing kisses along the side of Oz's neck, up to his ear. "I've got you."

Oz moaned, and Logan could feel him trembling against him, his hips rocking in short, shallow thrusts.

"Fuck," he gasped. "Fuck, fuck, fuck…"

"Yeah," Logan whispered, his hand working steadily. "C'mon, Oz. You can let go."

Oz shuddered, his cock jerking in Logan's grip, his breath coming in harsh, panting gasps.

"God, Logan," he moaned, his hands gripping tight to Logan's shirt.

"What do you need, Oz?" Logan asked him, curious. "Tell me what to do."

"Just… this," Oz panted. "Just this."

"Yeah? Like this?" Logan kept his strokes steady; watching Oz carefully for clues on when to slow or speed up, how firm he should grip.

Oz shuddered. "Yeah," he breathed.

"Alright," Logan murmured. "Alright, I got you."

Logan kept stroking, just as Oz had asked. Pressing his lips against the line of Oz's neck, Logan tasted his skin, the sweat and salt.

"When did you get your ears pierced?"

"Um… Same… same time as my lip?" Oz panted, sounding hilariously distracted. "W-why?"

Logan pushed closer. "So they're healed?"

"Yeah, I- Aaaaaah —!"

Logan smiled around Oz's earlobe, teasing at the metal hoop with his tongue and teeth, breathing out over the damp skin before sucking more into his mouth.

He likes having his ears played with. Gotta remember that

Oz's breath hitched, his hands tightening on the fabric of Logan's shirt as he let out a long, guttural moan.

"Oh God, babe. Babe ," Oz groaned, writhing under Logan's body in interesting ways. "Fuck. Fuck!"

This was close enough to kissing not to break his own rule, right?

Besides — it's my rule. That means it's mine to break

Abruptly, Logan was filled with new curiosities, a bright and unfamiliar idea burning through him, taking hold.

"That's it, Oz," Logan murmured into Oz's hair. "Give it to me. Wanna mark me with your cum again? Gonna make sure everyone knows whose bed I'm sleeping in tonight?"

"Oh — Oh, God," Oz moaned, thrusting hard into Logan's hand.

"Wanna take me to the party, Oz?" Logan whispered. "Have me hanging on your arm as you show me off; your jizz in my hair, so everyone knows I'm with you?"

Oz whimpered, fisting Logan's hoodie tight.

"Do it, Oz," Logan urged. "Claim me. Let's show everyone I'm yours."

Oz gave a strangled cry, and then he was coming; his body shaking, his cock pulsing in Logan's grip. Logan held him close, murmuring nonsense as Oz's cum splattered over Logan's fist and a little across his bare thigh; stroking Oz's hair with his clean hand, kissing his neck.

"Logan," Oz sighed, slumping bonelessly against him, and Logan wrapped his arms around him. "What the fuck?"

Logan nosed into Oz's hair, his heart thudding warily in his chest.

"Not a clue," Logan answered truthfully. "You seemed to like it, though, right?"

"Fuck," Oz said again, nodding weakly.

"Careful," Logan teased. "Or I'm going to start thinking that's the only word you know."

Oz's only response was to grunt.

He was surprised by how quickly and easily it was becoming normal to him; the taste of Oz's mouth, the feel of his body against Logan's own. To be honest, he was kind of surprised how quickly and easily everything else had become normal, too.

"Come on. Let's go get cleaned up and see if we can't catch the end of the party," Logan murmured against Oz's lips once they'd parted, resting their foreheads together. "Then I'm putting you to bed."

"I told you," Oz grumbled reluctantly, still slumped against Logan, his arms wrapped around his waist, his face pressed against his shoulder. "They don't want me there."

"But I do. C'mon, we'll go stag, it'll be a good time."

"Why do you care so much?" Oz asked, before the raw light in his eyes was quickly smothered by a leer. "I mean, unlike the other guys, turns out I don't need to crash some lame party to get laid."

"You aren't crashing it," Logan sighed. "Look, you said you want to be a part of this house, right? Then you've gotta show up. Have to give these guys a chance to know you. Can't do that if you skip half the functions."

"But — "

But Logan silenced Oz's protest with a soft kiss.

"They'll come around," he whispered against Oz's lips once he'd pulled away. "Even if I have to throw a few elbows until they do."

And since he had Oz's full attention…

Logan reached down to the glob of Oz's cum he could feel drying where it had landed on his upper thigh, dragging his fingertip through the mess. Checking to make sure Oz was watching, Logan spread it between forefinger and thumb like gel before reaching up, anointing the first few tips of his hair he found.

Oz inhaled sharply. "That's… "

Logan smirked, then — feeling particularly bold, and not a little curious about how Oz might react — stuck the same finger in his mouth. And sucked .

"That's a very convincing argument," Oz huffed, amused. He left a cold spot against Logan's chest as he stepped back, tucking himself away. "Fine, I'll go to your damned party. One hour, and only if you promise me sloppy drunk sex after. It's barely nine and I'm nowhere near ready to fall asleep yet."

"Oz," Logan laughed, pulling up his pants before wiping his hand on his thigh. "I only said I'd take you to bed. Never said anything about sleeping in it."