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Chapter 19

Chubbing

They'd barely gotten inside the door before Eli had his mouth on Logan's, his tongue sliding against the seam of his lips, hands cupping his face.

Logan groaned and opened, letting him in. It was —

The only other man Logan had ever kissed was Oz, who shaved every morning just like Logan did. He'd never known how soft a beard could feel against his cheeks, brushing down his neck as muscles writhed, hot and hard, against his back, against his front, beneath his hands. Everywhere . Hands and skin were everywhere. Lips and tongues and fierce, hungry mouths; sucking and licking and sliding and palming at Logan's overheated skin.

It was amazing.

"Oh, you are going to be such fun," Eli groaned, his fingers threading through Logan's hair as he pushed him backward until his shoulders hit the wall of Oz behind him.

"You enjoying yourself, Eli?" Oz chuckled, his touch like fire burning its way up under Logan's shirt, the heat of his voice enough to scorch.

"Fuck yeah," Eli grinned, reaching for him. Their bodies pressed in close, wrapping around and squeezing Logan between them as Eli kissed the man at Logan's back.

"What do you want?" Oz asked, though Logan wasn't certain who he meant.

"Please," Eli begged. "The way he was on the dance floor tonight. The way you both were. Let me taste him, Oz. I'll be good. Promise."

"I'm sure you would." Oz laughed, his palms warm as they smoothed up Logan's arms. "But that's not up to me, is it? That's up to Logan. What do you think, honeybuns?"

Logan stared, transfixed by the idea.

Eli chuckled nervously. "Did I break him? Logan, can I…" Eli gestured down at the bulge tenting Logan's kilt.

"Logan?" Oz murmured in Logan's ear, his tone suddenly worried.

"Yeah." Logan's voice was rough, his throat dry; the feeling of being pinned between the two smaller men making him ache so much he could barely get out the word. "Please. But I—"

"No penetration, I know." Oz's fingers tightened, and Logan gasped as the heel of Eli's hand ground and cupped around his cock through the thin fabric of his kilt, his head tipping back onto Oz's shoulder.

"You can't be serious," Eli huffed, his own hand coming to join Oz's explorations of the length and growing firmness that was Logan's cock, sending his brain rocketing off into orbit. "He's packing this kind of heat, and you really expect me to pass up —"

"Him," Oz clarified, his hands sliding under Logan's shirt to tease at his nipples. "Not us. Logan's got a rule."

Logan was absolutely cursing that rule right now, eyes locked into the sight of Eli sinking to his knees, smoothing his palms down over the pleats of Logan's kilt wearing an almost worshipful expression.

"I mean it, Eli," Oz growled. "Logan's straight."

"Fine, fine. Got it." Eli laughed, winking up at Logan. "So. May I please get up under this skirt to suck your cock, straight boy?"

Logan groaned at the nickname, but nodded. "God, yes."

"Excellent. Otherwise, I was going to have to throw you both out so I could spend the next few hours fucking around with my toys," Eli breathed, then leaned forward, nuzzling Logan's crotch through the material of his kilt. "Oh, you've no idea how long it's been since I had a proper cock to suck."

"Two entire days?" Oz teased, his lips and teeth doing wonderful things to Logan's neck and shoulder.

"Rude!" Eli laughed. "Just relax, sugar. I promise, you're gonna love this."

He sure didn't waste any time. In the next instant, Logan's kilt was shoved up his thighs, his dick freed from the confines of the briefs he'd borrowed from Oz. Primly, Oz held the kilt's hem as Eli eagerly dove beneath. And then —

Fuck

Eli's mouth was on him, hot and wet and hungry. Logan moaned, squirming; pinned, his head falling back against Oz's shoulder.

"Feel good?"

"Uh-huh," Logan gasped, nodding, hands tangling in Eli's glittery hair.

"Good." Oz leaned in, catching Logan's lips with his own.

Eli hummed, the vibrations sending sparks skittering up Logan's spine.

He glanced down, enraptured by the sight that met him. With his briefs around his ankles and the hem of his kilt bobbing as Eli worked, Logan knew he must look ridiculous. But in that moment, Eli's mouth and Oz at Logan's back were the only thing that mattered. Logan couldn't even think, much less think of a reason he should care.

"I don't usually get to just enjoy the sight of you getting wrecked," Oz murmured.

And there was something in his voice that yanked Logan's attention sharply to Oz's face, only to leave him squirming at the awestruck expression Oz wore as he watched Logan getting blown.

"Should find a way to fix that," Oz mused, his fingers teasing along the straining lines of Logan's throat.

"Bring him over here," Eli said, releasing Logan's cock to lap and lick at Logan's crown . "He and I can play, and you can sit back and watch all you like. Right, Logan?"

"Yeah?" Logan panted as Eli returned to his work, happy to delegate all decision-making abilities to Oz and Eli for the time being.

"Wanna watch me fuck him?" Oz asked in a voice as calm as it was evil, making Logan choke on the moan rising in his throat.

"Ooh, Oz. Would you?" Eli popped out from under the edge of the kilt again to peer up at them hopefully, his mouth shiny with spit. "I can be ready in, like, ten minutes. Maybe fifteen."

"What about Logan?" Oz pointed out.

"You interested in a spit roast, big boy?" Eli asked as casually as if he were inquiring about dinner plans.

"W-what?!" Logan answered in alarm, stiffening against Oz.

"Relax," Oz murmured with a quick nip to Logan's ear. "Eli meant himself. Not you."

Oh

Well. That was…that was certainly…

Logan didn't trust his voice, but he nodded a very enthusiastic yes, reaching down to wipe at the corner of Eli's mouth where it was especially shiny.

"Perfect." Eli grinned, mock-nipping at Logan's thumb with a playful growl.

"You go get ready. I'll take care of Logan." Oz slid around him as Eli stood, his hand coming to rest on Logan's cheek, the gesture gentle in the face of the concern in his eyes. "If things become too much for you, you tell me. Okay?"

Logan nodded as Eli's hand curled around his.

"Oz, you know where everything is. You both make yourselves comfortable," he said, leading Logan deeper into his apartment to his bedroom, Oz trailing behind. "I'll get ready, and then you two can have your wicked way with me."

Eli let go, slipping into a bathroom off the hallway and leaving Logan to wander.

Oz chuckled at the look on his face. "What do you think?" he asked.

"Of him, or…?"

"Any of it," Oz said, his eyes searching Logan's. "All of it. You sure you're okay with this?"

Logan shrugged, feeling awkward, suddenly. Like they were standing at the edge of the line that marked where his deal with Oz ended, and Logan's own curiosity began.

"I'll do what you tell me to do," he answered simply, gaze dropping away from that piercing expression.

Oz's hand was warm and firm as he caught Logan's chin, however, yanking his attention up to meet the other man's eyes.

"Logan, you're not listening — "

"No," Logan argued, shaking his head. Fuck, his hands were trembling. How weird was that? Quickly, he gripped Oz's arms, steadying them.

"I am listening, Oz," Logan said quietly, hoping he could make the other man see. "Now you listen to me: I — I need you to tell me what to do."

"Logan…"

"I want you to," Logan barreled on. "But, I need you to, too. Please, Oz? I'm not… I'm not like you — "

Surprisingly sexy, confident, and experienced in ways I never had any clue…

"I don't want to screw this up, too," Logan finished lamely.

Oz eyed him for a minute, before relenting. "Alright, babe. I hear you. Just promise me —"

"I'll tap out if I need to," Logan agreed. "Safe word and all. I swear."

The sound of the shower running was loud in the little apartment, but not louder than the thumping of Logan's heart as Oz considered him a moment longer.

But then the other man shook his head, tugging lightly on Logan's shirt. "Let's get you ready. C'mon," he murmured, catching the waistband of Logan's kilt, the fabric clinging stubbornly to his hips, brushing the tops of his thighs. "I can't afford to have cum stains dry cleaned out. Again."

Logan shivered, but Oz's fingers were quick and sure, tugging the tank top and mesh shirt up and over Logan's head. He hesitated again, making Logan's stomach flutter, hands sliding across Logan's chest before Oz helped him step out of his kilt and underwear, kicking them to the side.

For all that they'd done so far, there was something about this moment held a strange intimacy. Standing there, completely naked and barefoot in a strange apartment; said stranger off in the bathroom, preparing himself to get fucked by Oz, or Logan, or… or both, Logan still wasn't fully clear what was on offer here. And yet, despite the oddness of this entire night, none of that seemed to matter as much as the sweep of Oz's attention over Logan's exposed form. He found himself straightening, preening under that gaze, trying not to tremble with the way it felt to have a fully clothed Oz's eyes just… drink Logan in like this.

Oz's Adam's Apple bobbed as he swallowed. "You mind if I put on some music or something?"

"Go ahead," Logan replied, hardly trusting himself to speak.

"Any requests?" Oz asked as he fished out his phone.

"Whatever you like," Logan whispered, stepping in closer. "Whatever you want."

To see what kind of music Oz picked when he was trying to set a mood, Logan lied to himself; breathing deeply as he brought his hands up to rub at the other man's arms.

"What I want, is for you to get on the bed, honeybuns."

Logan bit his lip, then did as he was told; neck and shoulders heating at being on hands and knees, his ass at Oz's eye height…

"Oh my word," Oz breathed. "Now that's a picture. I — uh… I meant, lie down on your back, head on the pillows."

Logan flushed even hotter, but did as he was told, lying on his back under Oz's heavy gaze.

"Perfect, like that," Oz encouraged as he began to strip. "And spread your legs for me? Excellent. Okay, and put your arms over your head and leave them there, alright? I promise, if you keep them there, we're going to make you feel so good."

"Oz," Logan grunted, feeling weird and vulnerable, laid out this way as Oz just …watched .

"I've got you, babe." Oz's smile was warm and reassuring as he knelt on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. The sound of the shower shut off, but Logan's attention was fully captured by Oz's palms smoothing up Logan's inner thighs, his touch making Logan's skin quiver in its wake. "Just keep your hands right there for me, alright?"

Logan nodded.

"Now, close your eyes."

Frowning, Logan did, confused. Until he felt Oz's weight shift as he climbed onto the bed properly.

"Oz," Logan gasped; his eyes flying open, startled as Oz started mouthing at the base of Logan's cock.

"Hmm?"

"Wh—what are you doing?"

"Taking the scenic route," Oz teased, kissing his way up the inside of Logan's inner thigh. "Is that okay, Logan? Can I keep going?"

"Yeah, yeah," Logan gasped. "You — ah, you don't have to —"

"Don't have to what?"

"To…ask."

"Yes, I do." Oz's hand curled around him, stroking. "Don't get me wrong, I love the way you look right now. It's hot as fuck, seeing you spread out in Eli's bed, doing whatever I tell you, knowing how much fun we're going to have as soon as he joins us. But when you come tonight, I need to know it's because you're enjoying yourself, okay?"

"Okay," Logan breathed, his heart pounding in his chest.

"Good," Oz murmured, his hand stilling as his lips brushed the head of Logan's dick. "That's it, babe. Just relax and let yourself feel it."

Unable to speak right then to save his life, Logan watched helplessly as Oz, his eyes dark and hungry, opened his mouth. The pinkness of his tongue suddenly became Logan's new favorite color, as it darted out to swirl around the head of Logan's cock.

Logan flexed his hands, wanting so badly to thread his fingers through Oz's hair, to cup his jaw. But he kept them right where Oz had told him to, somehow hotter for all that he wasn't restrained.

He couldn't bring himself to close his eyes, however. Oz was a vision; his lips stretching obscenely around the head of Logan's dick, his eyelashes fluttering as he worked, his cheeks hollowing as he began sucking lightly.

"Ah, fuck," Logan gasped, his hips arching up as the sensation washed over him.

"Mmm," Oz hummed, pulling off with an obscene slurp, a glint of light revealing the thin arc of drool still connecting Oz's lips to the tip of Logan's cock. "Good?"

"Yeah," Logan panted, unable to tear his eyes away. "Oh, yeah."

"More?"

" Please ."

"Then do as I say, and keep your hands above your head."

Logan nodded, fists clenching in the sheets above him.

"So eager," Oz crooned. "Don't worry, Logan. I'm gonna take good care of you."

Oz didn't hesitate again. Sinking down over the length of Logan's dick, the warmth of his mouth was a tight, wet bliss that had Logan biting his lip, his eyes rolling back, his legs splaying wider in hopeful anticipation.

"Holy fuck," he gasped, his toes curling as Oz took the hint, rubbing and massaging Logan's taint. "Oz. Oz. "

He did it again, taking his time. Playing Logan's body with all the same dedication Oz gave his video games; his fingers dancing, lips dragging and tongue swirling, unlocking Logan's very soul as he —

" Fuuuuuck ," Logan groaned, just as the sound of Eli's door opening caught his ear.