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Chapter 22

Snubbing

"Shower," Oz said as he flopped onto his back on the bed, Logan shifting over to make room. And though Eli made a raspberry sound, they both heaved themselves up on trembling legs. Logan steadied the other men as they headed towards the bathroom, stumbling and bumping into one another like rowdy puppies.

It was awkward in the small space as the three of them took turns getting clean, but soon they were toweling off and heading back into the bedroom.

Eli flopped onto his mattress spread-eagled, stretching out as Logan and Oz followed suit; curling around him, all three of them squishing together in the double bed.

"I don't have anything for breakfast," Eli warned Logan as he tried to figure out how to arrange himself. "But you're both welcome to stay. There's that place down the street if you don't mind terrible coffee."

Oz made an unhappy sound. "My project group is meeting early in the morning. I can't."

"Booo!" Eli huffed; at the same time Logan asked in surprise, "On a Sunday?"

Oz just shrugged. "Some big thing coming up this week everyone's trying to finish up before, I guess."

Logan rolled his eyes. "Fuck, you're such a nerd. It's Homecoming Week ," he said, amused.

"So?" Oz replied dismissively, flashing Logan an impertinent smile.

"Well, it's always Homo-coming Week at Casa de Eli. Feel free to bring beer and pompoms, and those shiny tight pants you play in. They'll look great on my floor."

"How — " Logan cracked a yawn. "How long before we need to leave?"

"You should stay," Oz replied after a minute. "No reason for you to rush on my account. Make sure Eli's okay after all that. And the coffee at the diner might be bad, but their waffles are decent. And more importantly, cheap."

"Oz?" Logan called as he felt the bed shift. He glanced at Eli.

"I'm a big boy. I'll be fine," Eli answered. "I'd probably fuck off to the couch to sleep by myself in half an hour, anyway."

"Your aro ass can stand one night of someone taking care of you," Oz informed him sharply, already moving as he gathered up his clothes and shoes. "I'll see you both tomorrow."

"Logan," Eli whispered, a worried note buried in the single word as he shoved at Logan's shoulder.

"Fuck that," Logan said, not needing to be told twice to know something was up with Oz. He got up quickly, slinging an arm around Oz's waist and burying his face in Oz's neck. He smelled like Eli's body wash, all zest and spice. Logan's spent cock stirred, sluggish but interested. "I'm coming with. Sleep better in our bed, anyway."

"S'not your bed anymore, Logan," Oz said, his voice low. "And you don't have to tail me like a lost duckling. You're not my boyfriend."

But he didn't move. Didn't pull away.

"Obviously," Logan told him, rolling his eyes. "I'm not trying to be."

He almost even believed it.