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Chapter 21

Subbing

They looked amazing together, and Logan couldn't quite decide which of the three of them he'd rather be just then. Him, getting to drink it all in; Oz, buried balls deep in Eli's body; or Eli himself, his face baring the gloriously euphoric expression of someone busy chatting with their god.

"Logan," Oz grunted.

Logan nodded, making for the nightstand and searching through its contents as Oz had told him. There were a few different sizes, but a quick check of the package said the one Logan selected hadn't expired.

He could feel two pairs of eyes on him as Logan rolled the condom on and slicked up his cock. And sure, maybe he took the opportunity to show off a little himself, biting his lip as he'd stroked himself into full hardness once more before donning the rubber.

"Where do you want me?" Logan asked, looking up once he was ready. "Should I — "

But then Oz was coming; hips stuttering, his movements growing jerky. His back arched as he cried out, thrusting flush with Eli's ass. Oz rocked a few final times, before collapsing forward, bracing himself on his elbows over Eli's still-writhing form.

"Fuck, Eli," Oz whispered, leaning down to kiss him again. "You're always so good for me, babe. So fucking good."

Eli's face was pure bliss, lost in his own sensations. He reached up, threading his fingers through Oz's hair, tugging him close, their lips sliding against one another's in a series of soft, gentle kisses.

"You ready for more?" Oz murmured, kissing him one more time before he moved away, standing up next to the bed.

Eli lifted his head, his smile radiant, his eyes a little unfocused. "Yeah," he answered, dazedly.

"C'mon, Logan. Get over here," Oz said, gesturing. "Your turn. Don't keep Eli waiting."

Logan got up, coming over to stand beside Oz, grabbing under his elbow as he wobbled. He ducked under Oz's arm, helping him drape the limb across Logan's shoulders for support.

"Sorry. Fucking dizzy now. Wow," Oz flashed him a grin.

"Just show me what to do," Logan asked softly.

"Show you, hmm?" Oz hummed an intrigued little note.

Eli grinned up at them, his hand sliding down his stomach to fist his own cock, stroking languidly.

"On your belly, Eli," Oz instructed.

"Sir, yes, sir!" Eli laughed, rolling into position.

"Ass," Oz said fondly.

"Alright, Logan. Let's get you ready," Oz said as he fitted himself against Logan's side.

His palm slid slowly down Logan's skin, pulling away just long enough to squeeze a lube packet into his hand. Curling his fingers around Logan's cock, Oz game him a few very welcome, slick strokes.

"Spread his cheeks for me," Oz murmured. "And be sure to start slow, for both your sakes."

With a grunt, Logan nodded, lost in the feel of Oz's hand, the sight of his cock disappearing into the clench of Oz's fist.

"He's still pretty tight, and will be more sensitive now too," Oz warned, breath warm as he nuzzled into Logan's neck. "Take it easy."

"I will," Logan promised, finding himself a double handful of Eli's glorious ass and opening it like a treasure map.

Oz drizzled another packet of lube down Eli's cleft, working it into his trembling body with two fingers that held Logan's rapt attention as they fucked in and out. Biting his lip as Oz lined him up, Logan shifted, hard as steel as Oz nudged Logan's cock against Eli's hole. Whimpering, Logan fought to hold still as Oz rubbed the tip of Logan's cock around the rim, teasing them both with the heavenly slide of slick skin, even through the condom.

"Fucking yeeesssss, sugar," Eli grunted as Oz finally guided Logan to his goal, murmuring a low, "That's it. Doing good. Let him feel you," as Logan slowly pushed his way in.

He was lost in the feeling of Oz's hand steadying him, guiding his cock. The unbelievable grip of Eli's body. The wonderfully wet, welcoming warmth as Oz urged him on. It was overwhelming. The clench? Incredible. And the sounds Eli made as Logan thrust deeper…

"Oh fuck," Logan gasped. "D-does it always feel this good?"

It wasn't like sex with one of Logan's girlfriends, soft and curvy and pliable. This was like being wrapped in heat and need and pressure. Of being pulled deeper and deeper.

Not that the other was bad — fuck, not at all . But this? This was fucking fantastic too, a whole new experience just waiting for Logan to dive right in.

What's it like for Eli, being on the other side?

Pretty damned good, if the noises he was making were anything to go by.

"Fuck, Logan. That's it," Eli breathed, his fingers tightening against the sheets. "Just — just like that."

"So damn hot, watching you two," Oz said, a chuckle in his voice. He left Logan's side to slide up next to a trembling Eli on the bed, curling around him like a long, leggy cat. Logan watched, riveted, as they kissed; the slide of their tongues; Eli moaning into Oz's mouth; Oz's hand moving over Eli's cock.

"Go on, Logan. Fuck him," Oz said, his words muffled by Eli's mouth.

Logan didn't even stop to think about it. He grabbed Eli's hips, digging in and thrusting.

"Logan!" Eli gasped, his head dropping against Oz's neck, his fingers tangling with Oz's.

"Shit! What? Did I hurt you?"

Both men just laughed.

"Startled me, is all," Eli said. "Feels good, but —"

"It's not vagina. Go slow," Oz suggested. "Little rocks. More… grinding, than anything else, really."

"And that's… enough?"

"Enough to start." Eli chuckled. "Especially since your cock's as big as the rest of you. If I'm being honest, I usually prefer short kings to guys hung like bulls."

"Wait — smaller is better?"

"Every ass is different." Oz shrugged.

"Just wait until you take your first cock, straight boy," Eli said, shifting slightly to get his knees further under him, tilting his ass up invitingly. "Gonna be like your very first time having sex all over again."

Logan's neck burned with embarrassment, but he followed their instructions. As he rocked into the slick clench of Eli's body, the sensations threatened to overwhelm him as Eli's hips pushed back to meet Logan's thrusts…

"Holy fuck," Logan whispered.

"Harder," Eli begged. "I'm good now. Harder and faster, Logan, fuck."

Logan glanced up at Oz for confirmation, finding a soft grin on Oz's face as he slowly stroked himself, eyes roaming over the two of them.

"You're doing good, Logan," Oz murmured, nodding. "Now give him what he needs."

And so Logan did. It was all new, the tight heat of Eli's ass, the sounds of their bodies coming together, the way Oz was touching and encouraging and being part of it all. It rolled over Logan like a summer storm, flashes of lightning striking behind his eyes as he snapped his hips, listening to his body's cry as it urged him home, home, home…

"Logan, touch him. He likes to be touched," Oz said and Logan reached out blindly, finding Oz's hand already on Eli's cock and covering it with his own, stroking with him.

"Oh my God," Eli groaned, the muscles of his shoulders and back straining as he arched his body into Logan, fists clenched tight in the sheets. "Oh my fucking God."

"You close?" Oz asked, and Eli nodded, whimpering.

"Good. Come on Logan's cock, babe," Oz murmured, his hand speeding up, his other hand tangling with Eli's.

"Eli," Logan gasped, fighting against his orgasm, determined to make this last as long as he could, because he'd never felt anything like this before.

"Logan, fuck. Harder, oh God, please," Eli begged, his hips lifting, his body meeting every one of Logan's thrusts.

Logan let go of Eli's cock to grip the man's hips, pulling him up, changing the angle so he could thrust deeper, holding him in place.

Eli rewarded him with a keening wordless wail, all that humor and cheerfulness transmuted for the moment as he simply held on, his body clenching and tremble around Logan's cock.

"That's it," Oz praised. He shifted on the bed, one hand stroking Eli's cock quickly now, the other coming up to gently cup Eli's face.

Eli gave a high-pitched, needy moan as he bucked; his body clenching down tight around Logan's cock.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God," Eli whispered, his entire body sprawled. "That was — that was amazing."

"You did so good, Logan," Oz agreed, smiling softly up at him as he reached out, curving his hand over Logan's where he gripped Eli's hip.

And that was it. That was the last straw.

Logan cried out, a sound wrenched from somewhere in his socks as he came. His entire world went white for a moment. The only thing grounding him was Oz's hand curling around Logan's fingers. Panting, soaring, Logan squeezed it tight.

He pitched forward, hands catching him as he gasped for breath. Muscle and skin and the cheap, scratchy material of the duvet brushed and pressed against his trembling body in turns; urging him to pull out and get the condom off, cleaning him up with a damp cloth, moving him until he was contained and safe and warm.

"Ugh. He's almost unbearably cute when he's like this," Oz murmured from outside wherever it was Logan was floating.

He thinks I'm cute?

Logan grinned lazily, enjoying the warmth fizzing in his chest and the complete nothingness filling his mind.

"Wow," Logan said softly when words made sense again. His lips and fingers were still tingling, unable to stop.

"Good for you?" Oz asked, and Logan lifted his head just enough to see each man was draped along both of Logan's sides, their faces close where they'd been kissing quietly over his chest.

"Fucking incredible," Logan confirmed, letting his head drop. "How long was I…?"

"Long enough, I think even Eli's getting the heart eyes for you," Oz answered, flashing him a grin as Eli chuckled, a warmly exhausted sound.

"You doing okay, sugar?" Eli asked, his hand smoothing gently down Logan's belly. "You need anything?"

"Water?" Logan suggested, his throat dry.

Eli grinned. "I can do that," he said, getting to his feet with a groan. "Maybe a power bar or something, too?"

"Please," Logan replied as Oz's hand cupped his face, turning Logan's head for a slow, indulgent kiss.

"I'm going to fuck him again when he gets back," Oz murmured against Logan's lips, as easily as if he'd just suggested they watch a movie. "You up for it if he wants another round after, or would you just prefer to watch us?"

"He… really? " Logan said, sparing a glance for the doorway where Eli had just left. "Twice in a night's my new best. Feels like I could sleep for a week, I'm so worn out. How's he up and making fucking snacks after that?"

Oz just laughed. "Prostate orgasms are different. They're often super intense — more than the regular kind. Some men can only handle one, if any. But for some guys, they get even better in succession."

"Like Eli?"

"There's a reason he's known as 'Robo-Bunny'." Oz's eyes sparkled as he nodded. "And here's a hint: it's not because of his collection of battery-powered toys."

"My best in one night is seven," Eli said, walking through the doorway, still completely naked. "Passed around by three luchadors who didn't even take their masks off in the bedroom. God, what an evening. Was coming dry at the end; like sneezing saw dust."

He handed Logan a glass of water and two packaged granola bars, sitting gingerly on the edge of the bed with a slight wince.

"You okay?" Logan asked.

Eli chuckled, patting him on the thigh. "I'll not offend your straight sensibilities, but let's just say I'll need to throw this old duvet in the wash tomorrow."

Logan glanced over at Oz in alarmed confusion, who grinned mischievously back at him while mouthing the word 'lube'.

"Ready to go again?" was what Oz said out loud, though; standing and reaching for another condom at Eli's eager, "Ooo, yes!"

"Then lean back," Oz said as he stroked himself into hardness. "Lay your head on Logan's stomach so he can see your face."

Eli obeyed quickly, as Oz fetched another condom and got himself ready. And as Logan lay there on the scratchy duvet, Eli's hair tickling his belly, Logan's cock spent and soft; absently brushing the hair off Eli's sweaty forehead as Oz bent him in half again, both grunting and panting as they fucked? Logan couldn't decide which he'd rather be: Oz, sunk balls deep in that life-shatteringly glorious ass, or…

Or Eli, his face a picture of infinite bliss; his cries a joyously high, keening moan; his cock dribbling a milky white cum as Oz thrust into him again and again and again…

Logan reached over, clumsily brushing the back of his hand against the side of Eli's fingers, gripping white-knuckled into the duvet. Abruptly, Eli's hand shot out, clutching Logan's tight, his face turning with a sex-drunk smile beaming blearily in Logan's general direction.

Fuck, but they were beautiful.

And Logan… he wasn't sure what that meant. What this whole night might mean, in the long run of things. But in that moment — that shining, warm glow of a moment — all Logan was certain of, was that there was nowhere else in the world he'd rather be just then than in Eli's little room; listening to the slickly obscene sound of him and Oz echoing off the walls, mingling with their grunts and moans and joyous, rapturous cries. Blended together with the sight of them, the feel; it rumbled through Logan's mind, shaking ancient barriers built fearfully high; now cracking, shattering, threatening to release something deeply dangerous that'd been held back for far, far too long…