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Chapter 20

Rubbing

"Look at you two," Eli chuckled, Oz's hand squeezing at the base of Logan's cock, holding him still as he swirled his tongue around the head. "What a treat. All laid out and pretty, like the best kind of treat."

Logan couldn't have managed a coherent reply to that if his life depended on it.

"You should see how wrecked you look, sugar. Isn't Oz the best?"

Logan nodded weakly. He didn't have to see, he could feel it; the weight of Eli's gaze on him heavy as a touch. Feeling wild and wanton and desperate; naked and moaning in another man's bed, as Oz did his level best to suck Logan's soul out through his cock…?

'Wrecked' was the world's biggest understatement. Logan's cheeks burned, and he squeezed his eyes shut.

"You two sure you need me?" Eli chuckled, though there was a nervous note to the sound.

"Hey, no — none of that," Oz growled out as Logan reached for Eli. He was flushed all over now with how fucking weird this all felt. But damn if he didn't need them both right then, even if he couldn't seem to make his mouth form the words.

Thankfully, his outstretched hand seemed to serve as message enough. Eli's fingers were warm as they took Logan's, the other man setting a knee on the bed as he leaned in for a kiss Logan was only too happy to give.

"Where do you want me?" Eli asked softly when he pulled away. He looked at Oz, already sitting up from his place between Logan's splayed thighs and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Here," Oz directed, moving out of the way. "You blow Logan while I fuck you?"

And so damn casual, too. Logan could've died there on the spot from how turned on it made him, every once of blood sent rushing to his cock.

"What d'ya say, straight boy?" Eli asked, grinning behind Logan's straining erection as he settled in between Logan's thighs. "How's that sound to you?"

"I could be convinced," Logan bit out in a thready voice, moaning as Eli's hand curled around Logan's cock.

Eli barked a laugh. "He could be convinced ?! Oz, my love. If you ever get tired of him, I'm calling dibs."

Oz slapped Eli's ass, the retort cracking sharply in the little room. "He's a person, Eli. Stop talking about Logan like he's some kind of fuck doll I brought over for you to play with."

"I dunno," Eli said cheerfully, his voice muffled as he leaned down to nuzzle at Logan's balls. "I think Logan's into it. Aren't you, sugar?"

Yeah, Logan was so, so into it. But he wasn't sure how to put that into words. Especially not as Eli licked a stripe up the length of Logan's leaking cock, before taking the whole of him into that wet and willing mouth.

"Eli," Oz asked. "Condoms?"

"Same place as always," Eli answered, working Logan's dick with a quick, efficient hand. "Lube, too."

"I love a man who comes prepared," Oz teased, a particular cadence to his voice.

"You know me," Eli responded, his words adopting the same tone. "I just love a man who comes."

They both snickered, the side of Logan's mouth twitching up into a grin as he realized it must be an old joke between them. He watched as, with similar familiarity, Oz made for the nightstand in the far corner, rifling through the contents a moment before fishing a few packets from the drawer.

Eli's beard brushed against Logan's cock as he looked up. "Want a hand, Oz?" he offered.

"Not a chance." Oz laughed, tearing a packet open. "You have any idea how fucking hot you two are right now?"

"All part of my master plan." Eli smirked.

"Oh, and what's that?" Oz asked absently.

"I already told you," Eli answered, his breath gusting over Logan's damp crown. "Gonna make sure you both leave here so well fucked, you'll have no choice but to invite me to play with you again."

Oz didn't bother replying, settling in behind Eli's thighs as the other man bent back down to lick at Logan's cock.

Mercifully, Eli merely hummed and bobbed his head instead of demanding an answer, his mouth a glorious revelation as he fucking well demanded Logan's pleasure.

"Eli, I'm gonna — " Logan gasped, panting, straining against the sudden rush. "Oz!' Ozzzzzzz."

"Logan?" Oz asked, looking up from where he'd been staring intently at Eli's ass. "What's up?"

"Me. You gotta… You gotta make him slow down," Logan said shakily. "Eli! Fuck . I'm gonna come…"

Oz just gave a shaky laugh. "That's the idea, Logan."

"But — "

"Enjoy it. He sure is."

Eli made a happy little moan around Logan's cock in agreement, as Oz's hand began moving quickly; a sloppy, slick sound coming from where he —

Where he was thrusting his fingers into Eli's ass, Logan realized, working him open. Logan's own orgasm crested even closer at the knowledge.

"Don't worry," Oz continued brightly. "Eli will make you earn the second."

"Second?" Logan squeaked, eyes squeezed tight as his brains began to liquefy out his ears.

"Sure. You think an ass this sweet is gonna be satisfied taking just one load tonight?" Oz laughed, slapping Eli's ass again, the man's answering moan dragging Logan that much closer to the edge. "You're what we call 'reinforcements', and we need you fighting fit. Wouldn't do to have you blowing your wad before you'd even wet your dick, would it?"

"Ngh," Logan eloquently replied as Eli's hand found Logan's balls.

"That's right, Logan. Just lay back and enjoy." Oz grinned as Eli got to work.

It didn't take long. By this point, Logan was so worked up, his entire body ached to come. The miracle Eli was working around Logan's cock was undeniable, summoning up a rush of sparks that snapped and roiled in his gut. It ran up Logan's spine and along his every nerve to form a network of light, humming just under his skin.

Eli shifted, his beard brushing over Logan's balls as Eli bobbed his head; lips sweeping with long steady strokes as he sucked, and sucked, and —

With a strangled cry, Logan's orgasm hit him with all the thunder and force of a sliding tackle, driving the air from his lungs. Hips straining to drive himself deeper into Eli's eager mouth, his cum shot in hard pulses over Eli's tongue. He could feel it when Eli swallowed; the suction, the motion of his throat.

Logan was dimly aware that he was still clutching Eli's hair, that he was holding him down, buried deep. But Eli wasn't struggling. He was letting Logan fuck his face, the soft moans he kept making telling Logan that he was enjoying every moment of it.

He couldn't take it. Logan let go, falling back onto the mattress with a thud, gasping for air.

"Ho-ly shit," Logan panted. " Eli. Is champion cock sucking skills just like… a gay thing? Do y'all sign up for classes at Pride?"

Oz snickered. " Actually …"

"God, I love straight boys," Eli said, wiping his mouth and beard with the back of his hand. "They're so adorably easy to please."

"Unlike your picky ass?" Oz leaned over on the bed as he reached for his pile of packets.

"Can't blame a man for having standards." Eli glanced over his shoulder as Oz bit into a familiar black square of foil, ripping it open with his teeth.

"Should I take that as a compliment?" Oz asked distractedly, his attention focused downward.

"Take it however you like, just take me slow," Eli urged. "I want to be nice and ready if I'm really to have the honor of being Logan's very first bussy."

"You know I'll take care of you," Oz said as his arm moved in rhythmic jerks, slick sounds filling the room.

"I know." Eli grinned back at him. "Why do you think I invited you and your boy toy here to come over to play?"

"'Cause you're an insatiable slut, and I love that about you. Ready?" Oz asked him, hands gripping Eli's hips to brace himself.

" Beyond ready," Eli answered. "If — "

"Oh my God," Logan groaned, throwing his arm over his face and closing his eyes as he tried to enjoy the last of his fading orgasm. "Are you guys always like this?"

Eli just laughed. "You haven't figured it out? Oz is showing off for you."

"Eli," Oz grunted warningly. "Stop playing matchmaker."

"Fine. Spoilspo-oh-ohhhhh!" Eli moaned as something Oz did had Eli crying out like a cat in heat.

Then Eli's mouth was on Logan's belly, nipping and licking, his fingers toying with the trail of hair leading down from Logan's navel.

"Oz," he panted against Logan's skin. "Sugar. Please. Just stick your cock in and fuck me for real already."

Logan's spent cock twitched, valiantly trying to come back to life.

"Logan," Oz called. "Try to keep those gorgeous eyes on us, babe."

Logan opened his eyelids, fighting to obey despite the complete exhaustion pulling at him now. "I'll be good in a minute," he slurred, his brain still lust-drunk and fuzzled.

"Don't have to do anything. Just watch," Oz instructed. "Look at how much he loves this."

Logan dropped his attention to Eli's face as ordered, his expression blissful and hungry, and Logan could see…

He yanked his attention up to where Oz's cock was slowly sinking into the cleft of Eli's ass, breeching him deliberately, inexorably, completely. He pulled back, laying a hand on the small of Eli's back as he shifted his knees, then thrust in once again. Oz hissed, and Eli gave a pleased grunt; Logan's attention jumping between the two as Oz worked.

Eli looked —

Oz looked —

They both looked —

Rapturous.

"Oh my God," Eli cried, head lifting, eyes slamming closed, "Oh my fucking God, yes ."

"Jesus, Eli," Oz muttered, and Logan knew why. With Eli up on his knees, his ass was on display, giving Logan a front-row seat as Oz's cock sank slowly but surely into the depths of that eager hole. The sight was enough to make Logan's heart stutter.

"Fuck, Eli — you're too slutty to always be this damn tight," Oz groaned, pulling away before thrusting forward again. Eli whimpered, pushing back against Oz's invasion.

"Hashtag blessed , fuckers. Hey, don't stop — it feels good," Eli panted, and Logan felt his words in the shudder of Eli's body, in the way Eli's hands tightened where he clutched at Logan's hips.

Oz didn't respond, biting his lip and pressing slowly forward.

"Oh, fuck ," Eli muttered, his eyes screwed shut as he clawed at the sheets.

"You okay?" Oz asked.

Eli just nodded furiously.

"Oh, yeah," he replied; Logan's whole body igniting, his blood thrumming at the sight.

Eli cried out, Oz's hips rocking hard and fast now, Eli's head tipping until his forehead was pressed against Logan's belly, hair falling around his face.

Oz's hands slid up, grabbing handfuls of Eli's hair and pulling, making Eli arch his back, baring his throat.

And his expression — fuck. The way Eli's face was twisted up just then, it was like he'd never wanted anything as much as he wanted to be fucked by Oz.

"You should — should let him do you, Logan," Eli panted, the slap of skin against skin echoing around the room, punctuated by their combined groans and whimpers. "Oz — fuck, yes, there — he's got a fantastic cock."

Logan's breath caught in his throat at the thought.

"Oh! Oh, oh . Oz, Oz, Oz ," Eli chanted.

And then Oz was pulling out, flipping Eli onto his back to lay between Logan's legs, and pushing one of Eli's knees up against his chest. There was just barely enough time for Eli to grip Logan's thighs and smile an upside-down grin at him, before Oz shoved inside him once more.

"Oh my fucking God," Logan murmured, stunned that — that this was the same guy he'd once called 'Wally'; just as transfixed by the confidence and ease with which he moved Eli around, as by the look of utter euphoria he'd put on Eli's face.

"I don't usually get to just enjoy the sight of you getting wrecked," Oz murmured. "Should find a way to fix that."

Watching them now, Logan completely understood.

Eli looked completely debauched. Skin flushed and glowing, his muscles trembling, his lips parted as he gasped and panted, his thighs spreading wider, one leg draped over Logan's ankle, his knee hooked over Oz's shoulder.

"You're gorgeous ," slipped from Logan's mouth.

"Yeah. He is," Oz agreed, unaware Logan had meant them both.

"Alway so fucking good to me, aren't you, Eli?" Oz leaned down, bending an eager Eli even further as he caught Eli's lips with his own.

And then they were kissing. Logan wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, wasn't sure where he fit. But watching them — Watching the way they moved together? Honestly, he wasn't certain 'gorgeous' had been a big enough word.

Eli's hands were everywhere, stroking over Oz's chest and shoulders and arms, his hips bucking to meet each thrust.

"Logan," Oz panted, breaking the kiss and looking over at him.

"Uh, yeah?"

"Condom. Lube," Oz instructed, panting hard. "Get — get yourself ready."

"Kinda pinned here."

"Then — then prepare to move."

"What?" Logan replied, confused.

Abruptly, Oz was pulling out of Eli again, tugging and pushing at his limbs until he had the man folded in half, as Logan scrambled out of the way. Eli held his own knees as Oz pushed in once more with a grunt, pounding away now with a loud slapping of skin, and Eli's high, keening moans overlaying it all.