Page 8

Chapter 8

Facing the Consequences

Logan wasn't sure how to make this part sexy, so he just made it slow; unbuckling his belt and pulling it off through the loop, unbuttoning his fly and dragging the zipper down. He kept checking Oz's face, and — whatever he'd been expecting when Oz had demanded Logan give him a show — judging by the enraptured look Oz wore as he stared at Logan's crotch? Logan figured he couldn't be too far off.

He shoved his jeans down, letting them drop once they'd gotten past Logan's thighs and stepping out. Logan hooked his thumbs in the band of his boxers, but then paused.

Oz is gay. Gay guys, they… they like butts, right? Butts and cock. Should I turn around? Or —

He startled as Oz leaned forward, winking up at Logan as he looped his fingers in Logan's waistband, too.

"Need help with that?" Oz asked, his voice gone dry and husky. And the look on his face…

Swallowing harshly, Logan nodded, releasing his own hold as Oz slowly peeled Logan's underwear away.

"Whoa," Oz said as Logan's boxers fell to pool around his ankles.

Logan glanced down to see his roommate was grinning, wide and pleased.

"What?" Logan asked quickly. But there was no bite in it, so completely distracted was he by Oz's hands landing on Logan's bare hipbones; thumbs brushing like a cat's tail, back and forth across the join of Logan's legs and hips.

"Just enjoying the sight of a hot guy standing naked in the middle of my room," Oz hummed, his fingers tracing over Logan's sides and sweeping down his abs consideringly. "Even if it is you ."

Logan grunted at the anger Oz loaded into the word, his attention focused on the possessiveness in Oz's hands.

That…That should not feel as good as it did. In fact, Logan had the sneaking suspicion that none of this should. Even just standing here, completely nude while a fully clothed Oz fondled and inspected Logan's body, should not be this — this damn hot .

"Look at that," Oz laughed. "This is turning you on, isn't it?"

Fuck

But there was no hiding it. Not like this, naked and exposed. Logan couldn't explain it, either. Over a decade of locker rooms, showering and changing around other guys… This should be old news. Maybe it was the hungry expression Oz was leveling at Logan's cock. Maybe it was some sort of confusion at the strangeness of the situation. But whatever it was, there was no denying it was making Logan hard.

"You sure you're straight, hot stuff?" Oz taunted cheerfully, reaching out to gently boop the tip of Logan's erection with a finger, making his cock bob a little bow.

"Stop calling me that," Logan bit out, standing stiffly.

And Oz's hands stopped.

"You want me to stop?" he asked, peering up at Logan. "All you have to do is say the word, hot stuff-gumdrop-sugarlips-cupcake- doll . But then I guess I'm not tutoring you anymore, am I? And there goes your future on the football team, up in the air."

"Dick," Logan huffed.

"Takes one to know one," Oz quipped, reaching out to take Logan's in hand. "And I think I'd like to know yours better."

Logan covered the moan Oz's grip was pulling from him by groaning instead.

"That was awful," Logan informed him, his eyes fluttering shut as Oz began stroking him slowly, his other hand drifted lower, ghosting up and down Logan's inner thighs.

"I dunno, I thought it was pretty great," Oz hummed, his hands falling into a rhythm. "Or is the big bad jock sensitive about his cock?"

"I'll show you sensitive," Logan hissed, his eyes opening to glare down at Oz. But then the bastard's free hand was cupping Logan's balls, and any protests he might've made died in his throat.

"Yes," Oz said smugly. "I think you will."

"Shut up," Logan gasped, bracing his hands on the bunk bed's wooden frame as Oz continued pumping his shaft, his other hand doing incredible things with Logan's balls.

"You know…" Oz mused as he toyed with Logan, "I'm not sure you aren't getting the better end of this deal."

His hand fell away and Logan was left gasping, blinking bleary eyes at him.

"What's wrong?" Logan panted.

"It's not really fair, is it?" Oz said, shaking his head as he gestured with those hands instead of putting them back on Logan's cock where they belonged. "Here I am, willing to help you in your hour of need. But what am I getting out of it? Not even a basic blow job. I'm beginning to think I got the raw end of this deal."

Logan's brows furrowed, his own hands twitching with the temptation to reach down and finish what Oz had started. To blow his load all over Oz's smug, smarmy face…

"Tough," Logan snorted, shoving away the image. "That's the deal you agreed to. Not blowing you, and I'm not bending over for you. You'll just have to make do."

"'Make do', you say?" Oz hummed, a smirk twisting his lips. "Fine, have it your way then. On your knees."

"What?"

Oz shrugged. "Our deal is that I get you however I want, right? Well, I want you on your knees."

Logan gnawed his lip, but… He needed Oz's help, so that meant paying Oz's price.

"I'm not blowing you," Logan reminded him as he sank to his knees on the carpet.

"I know, I know," Oz waved Logan's protest away with one hand even as he stood, palming himself through his jeans with the other. "No penetration. Just want to see your pretty face staring up at me while I jack off."

Logan frowned as Oz began unbuttoning his pants, but…that'd been the general idea behind his offer, hadn't it? Letting Oz use Logan's body to get off, in exchange for tutoring him and helping raise his grades. But Logan was straight, and so… Fuck, it's not as if he went around kneeling at guys' feet, especially not staring eye to, uh — cock with Oz like he was now, as Oz lifted himself free of his briefs.

Unlike Logan, Oz was uncut, his foreskin bunching turtleneck-style around the head of Oz's cock as he stroked himself a few times, getting his erection even more rigid.

Logan… He tried not to think about it. Not an easy task, given Oz's cock was hardly a few inches away from his nose, but…

"Fuck. You haven't really thought this through, have you, hot stuff?" Oz murmured. "You're just as reckless and stubborn as ever; jumping in dick-first like you always do."

"Am not," Logan grumbled, his neck heating as Oz laughed.

"Okay, I'm going to give you a gift here, Logan," Oz said, his strokes smooth and steady. "Help save you from your own self, not that you deserve it."

"And what's that?" Logan snapped, warily eyeing Oz's cock.

"You need me to stop, then all you gotta do is use the safe word: 'sex-god' ."

"That's two words," Logan pointed out.

"Not if we're doing this right." Oz chuckled.

Logan shivered, the sound of Oz's voice somehow both alarming and enticing.

"Look, you say need my help?" Oz said as he shifted nearer, stroking faster. "You want to make all these rules? Fine. I'll play your game. But we're going to do this my way. And I think I'll start with a quick demonstration of exactly why your rule is stupid."

"Shut up," Logan spat. "My rule's just fine."

"But it isn't," Oz replied in an irritating sing-song.

"Fine," Logan bit out. "Prove it. Do your worst."

"Challenge accepted," Oz chuckled. "Y'know? Maybe I should tell you I want you to bend over my knee, spank that ass of yours until it's red hot — or until you tap out, and admit it's too much."

Logan sputtered, caught somewhere between declaring he could take anything Oz might dish out, and not in a million years being able to wrap his head around the idea of Oz — of Wet Wally — putting Logan over his lap and spanking him.

"Or maybe I'll buy you a chastity cage, hmm?" Oz mused. "Lock up that pretty dick of yours and then tease you for hours, just to watch you squirm."

"A — a what ?"

"See?" Oz laughed, grabbing a fistful of Logan's short hair and yanking his head perilously close to Oz's cock. "You didn't even think to take toys and accessories off the table, did you? There's some things out there, I bet would blow your mind."

"Let go," Logan growled warningly, his face flaming in embarrassment.

"Oh! Maybe a collar?" Oz said, releasing Logan, tracing his free hand up the side of Logan's throat thoughtfully instead. "God, you'd look so good with a nice thick collar around your neck. Pair it with a leash, too, just to complete the set… Too bad the nice ones are so expensive."

Oz sighed wistfully, his fingers cupping Logan's neck now, the pad of his thumb dragging firmly across Logan's Adam's Apple.

"Oz," Logan choked out beneath the other man's attentions. He'd meant it as a complaint, but now? His mind was swirling with Oz's touch, with his words, with all the images Oz painted, and… and Logan wasn't so sure what to say to all that.

"What's the matter, hot stuff?" Oz snickered. "Things get too real for you? Is it finally sinking in what a colossally bad idea this is?"

Wait

Logan's eyes narrowed.

"You're trying to make me back out of the deal, aren't you?" Logan said, certainty climbing rapidly up his spine.

Oz only shrugged. "So what if I am? Better for you to call this off now, than get yourself in deeper than you can handle, right?"

"I can handle it just fine," Logan informed him. "I'm not giving up."

"Suit yourself." Oz shrugged indifferently. "Fuck, you're pretty when you pout. Did you know that?"

"'M not pouting," Logan grunted. "And I'm not pretty, either."

"Oh, but you are," Oz disagreed. "That jaw, those eyes, and these cheekbones of yours?"

Logan jerked back as Oz dragged the crown of his cock across Logan's left cheek.

"Oz!" Logan yelped. "What the fuck did you do that for?"

"Because it doesn't break your oh-so-precious rule," Oz laughed. "And for your information — that wide-eyed look you're wearing right now? Very, very pretty."

Logan huffed, but…a deal was a deal, right? He'd faced — literally — worse playing on his high school wrestling team when football was in the off-season. This… this was a cakewalk in comparison. He could handle it.

"And these lips!"

"Fuck off!" Logan snapped, rearing back as Oz rubbed the head of his cock across Logan's bottom lip, the sound of Oz's snickering filling his ears, making him flush hot.

"Too much for you, straight boy?" Oz smirked. "Need to back out of our little deal already?"

Logan growled low in his throat, even as his gut churned.

Oz is my only option, he told himself. I'll lose everything if I back down now

Plus, then he'd have to put up with Oz's smug smirk every day, both of them knowing Logan had wussed out. That he couldn't hack it.

"Come on," Oz teased, his cock sliding over Logan's brow and down his nose. "If you don't like it, use your safe word. Otherwise, close your eyes. Pretend I'm a woman if you have to."

"Kind of hard to do that when you're rubbing your fucking dick across my face," Logan complained, but closed his eyes anyway.

"I've met lots of women who are dicks," Oz replied cheerfully. "And a few with cocks. I find the latter more fun than the former, personally. But if you're fine with your roommate's cock in your face, I suppose that's all the better for me."

"You're an ass."

"Maybe next time," Oz cooed. "I'm not sure you're ready for that yet."

A muscle jumped in Logan's jaw. That hadn't been what he'd meant at all.

"You just better have washed your junk," he muttered. "I catch something and you're a dead man."

"Like you're one to talk." Oz snorted. "Not that I'm going to judge someone for their body count, but if anyone here should be worried about 'catching something', it's probably me."

And then his dick was back, sliding across Logan's lips. Logan clenched his teeth, trying not to think about how… interesting Oz's cock felt against his mouth. How warm the hard flesh was, the velvety softness of the foreskin gliding along his skin. He really tried not to focus on how weirdly good Oz smelled; furiously ignoring the spiced, musky odor as Oz leaned in close enough his balls brushed gently against Logan's jaw and chin.

But Logan couldn't help it. It was his face .

"What — ?" Logan blurted as Oz slapped Logan's cheek with his cock, laughing; eyes springing open in time to see Oz do it again, and again, and again. "Oz! What the hell are you doing?!" Logan snapped, jerking away.

"Fuck, you really are gorgeous when you're surprised," Oz groaned, his hand sliding over his shaft rhythmically as he began stroking himself in earnest. "Just go with it, dude. Imagine I'm your girlfriend with a strap-on, and this is a kinky thing she's into. Now shut up and close your eyes."

Logan grit his teeth but obeyed, pursing his lips as he felt the tip of Oz's cock tracing across his eyelids. Except —

"Damnit, Oz!" Logan yelped. "You're getting cum on my face!

"Precum," Oz corrected. "And that's kind of the idea. Don't worry, I'll probably let you shower after I'm done with you. Or call it off now, if it's more than you can handle?"

"I can handle anything you dish out," Logan huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Except, apparently, a little precum," Oz pointed out. "Dude, you really must be homophobic."

"I'm letting your rub your cock over my face ," Logan countered.

"Yes, well," Oz smirked, rubbing a trail of precum down the bridge of Logan's nose. "I guess there is that."

"Why the fuck are you being like this?!"

"Because you're a fucking dick, Logan," Oz told him in a low voice, his expression suddenly serious. "And I think it's finally time you learn how it feels to be on the receiving end, for once."