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Chapter 9

Hard Headed

"Fuck you," Logan snarled. "I don't have to stand for this."

"Who said anything about standing?" And here Oz's agreeable tone turned darker, making something in Logan shiver deep inside. "I'm not sure I can be any clearer: If you're gonna beg for my help, you have to kneel ."

Logan grunted, no longer as certain he was going to be able to keep his end of this deal as he'd been when he'd made it. Not with the way Oz was dragging the crown of his cock across Logan's tightly pressed lips, then over his nose, his cheeks, his brow, before returning to press against his mouth once more.

"You can always just call it off," Oz reminded him.

Logan grunted, considering the reality of it.

Yeah, maybe I should.

"Of course," Oz continued in a coy tone. "Then that'd mean I win."

Fuck

"Screw you," Logan forced out, closing his eyes again. He clenched his fists at his side as Oz slid his cock all over Logan's face, leaving a criss-crossing web of cum trails drying stiffly on Logan's skin.

"No, the point is to screw you ," Oz echoed, clearly enjoying himself. He punctuated his words by gripping Logan's chin, holding him in place as Oz ground himself into Logan's cheek, Oz's balls slapping against Logan's ear. "You can touch yourself if you want."

"Oh, I can, can I?" Logan rolled his eyes. "Thanks so much for your fucking permission. What makes you think I'd even want to, like this?"

"Dude, I can see how hard you are right now."

Face burning, Logan glowered down at his traitorous cock.

"Seriously," Oz said. "Touch yourself. Or use your safe word. Otherwise, I'll stop."

Logan glared up at him. "So you'll stop if I use the safe word, but you'll also stop if I don't? What the fuck kind of sense does that make?"

"Doesn't matter if you think it makes sense. What matters is both of us understanding that whatever happens, you're in control of all this. That you're here by your own choice. That's the whole point of a safe word; just like how when you suit up for a game it's both protection, and a signal you're ready to play, right?" Oz mused. "And yeah — you being a brat about all this is both hilarious and hot. But you being forced ? Nah, not my kink; I don't care how big a jerk you are. So if you aren't, or won't, or can't get into this? Then I'm out, dude."

Even as Oz said it, he was apparently finding it amusing to trace the shell of Logan's ear with his cock. Or maybe all the ridges rubbing along the head of Oz's cock just felt good? Logan didn't know. Didn't care, either.

"I'm not using a damn safe word," Logan ground out.

Oz sighed. Logan's attention snapped up to his face as Oz stepped back, his hand falling away from his cock.

What — ?

"Then I don't think this is going to work out," Oz said simply, reaching down for his pants.

Logan's hand shot out, grabbing the hem of Oz's jeans where they'd been shoved hastily down to ride mid-thigh.

"Is this because I'm not tugging away at my cock while you're painting my face with your cum? This is all fucking 'weird' to me, Oz!" he snapped, his voice barely held back from a shout purely through force of will and the terror of someone overhearing.

"I gotta admit, this is pretty fucking weird for me, too, Logan." His retreat halted by Logan's hold on him, Oz looked away. "I don't like feeling that I'm… That I'm making you do something you don't want to. Honestly, I'm more of a praise kinda guy."

"Oz." Logan barked a dark laugh. " Let's be honest. You're maybe… What? A hundred and fifty, hundred and sixty pounds of skin and bones, dripping wet? You can't 'make' me do anything."

"Then stop acting like it." Oz frowned. "You're the one who offered 'whenever and however I want', right? Well, I want to be sure I can trust you to tap out if you need to. You refusing to use a safe word when you so obviously need it? That doesn't work for me."

"But.. you can't just leave, " Logan protested. "Not now. Not after all that!"

"You're clearly not into it," Oz tossed back. "It's killing my boner."

"I'm not gay , Oz."

"So? That sounds like a you problem." Oz shrugged. "You made the offer to me, remember? Look, I'm not going to report the Wet Wally thing. Not this time. Just do me a favor and ask them to stop, alright? They'll listen to you. But this…this groveling or whatever you're doing? Fine. You found the cheat code; I accept your really weird apology. Don't know if you're actually sorry or just terrified of the consequences, but you've sure proved you're something. I'll even help you study if you want. We can — "

"Don't want your fucking pity ," Logan bit out. "Not looking for special treatment, or… or a free ride or anything, either. And I'm not trying to cheat . I made a deal, and I'm not backing out."

"Very honorable of you. Or stupid. Take your pick," Oz panted over the sound of him fisting his cock right next to Logan's ear. "I'm not going to be able to hold back much longer, Logan. It's been a long week, and you're… You're really fucking sexy. But you gotta give me something to work with here, because this stone sub thing's not doing it for me. Or I can stop and go jack off in the bathroom, and we'll never speak of this again."

Logan gnawed at his bottom lip. "I just have to jerk myself off?"

"No," Oz frowned. "You don't have to do anything. You can get up from there and... Walk away."

Give up. Logan heard. Throw the match. Lose

Gritting his teeth, Logan shoved one hand down between his legs to fist his dick roughly.

"There, happy?"

"Ecstatic," Oz replied, grinning. "Now start stroking while I smear my cum into your eyebrows, straight boy."

"I fucking hate you," Logan grumbled, even as his dick grew hard and heavy in his palm.

"I know, dude," Oz agreed, his breathing going shallow, his voice rough and strained. "Trust me, I know. It's really fucking hot."

"Shut the fuck up," Logan said.

"Yeah, yeah," Oz grunted dismissively, his hips bucking forward. And for a moment, Logan was afraid Oz was about to force the tip of his cock between his lips, setting Logan's mind awhirl with the image of — of sucking him, and…

Logan blinked, hand frozen on his own cock at the press of Oz's dick to the tongue Logan had unthinking gone to lick his bottom lip with.

"Boop!" Oz said, laughing. "Man, you are making this way too easy."

"Fucking perv," Logan hissed, but…but it hadn't been as bad as he feared.

"Oh, that's not nice. These lips are far too sweet for you to be so sour," Oz taunted in a mockingly petulant sing-song, his dick leaving another smear of precum across Logan's bottom lip and chin to emphasize his point.

"Tough," Logan muttered, a strange new flavor bursting across his tongue after he'd accidentally licked his lips. He tried scrubbing the taste of Oz off against the roof of his mouth, shifting as he adjusted his grip.

"So grumpy about a little cum!" Oz laughed. "And yet, you're getting off on this, too, aren't you?"

And — and fuck, he wasn't wrong. Logan's fist was stroking harder, faster now. He frowned, realizing he'd matched Oz's pace.

"Fuck, I'm so close, sweetheart," Oz gasped.

"Don't call me sweetheart," Logan snapped, even as Oz's words ignited a twist of something dark and primal inside him. Made him want, made him need .

He flinched as Oz's palm abruptly slapped over Logan's mouth and nose. Not hard, not trying to smother him. Just enough to block —

Logan froze as wetness splattered across the parts of his face and chin and neck not covered by Oz's hand, a second load striping his chest, a third shooting across his abs.

The palm Oz held to Logan's face was hot and heavy, muffling his irritated grunt. Worse, wide-eyed and panting as he stared down at Logan, Oz didn't seem to have any current plans to move. Annoyed, Logan reached up to grip Oz's wrist, pulling his hand away.

"What the fuck? " Absently, Logan licked at a ticklish spot at the edge of his mouth as he snapped at his roommate. "Oz — "

Oz swore, and then he was kneeling too. His mouth was hot on Logan's own, his hand fumbling desperately for Logan's cock, groaning against Logan's lips, and —

Logan should have fought him, should have shoved him away. Instead, he opened his mouth and kissed him back, fisting his free hand in Oz's hair as their tongues dancing against each other, his body on fire as Oz jerked him off.

"Gonna make you shoot all over your own chest, pretty boy," Oz whispered, nipping hot and hard along Logan's jawline. "Gonna mix your cum with mine, leave you dripping with us both."

"Fuck yes, fucking do it," Logan heard himself saying, his whole body shaking as his balls tightened. Oz's mouth was everywhere, licking up through the mess on Logan's throat, biting his ear, his neck. The hand on Logan's cock was sure and firm, the rhythm steady and oh so fucking good. Logan curled around Oz as he felt his crest nearing, rising within him. Dropping his head on Oz's shoulder, hands sliding over Oz's skin. Desperately trying to find an inch of familiar in the miles of unfamiliar territory as he just — as Logan tried to hang on —

A second later, Logan swore, his balls tightening as his orgasm rushed through him. But then Oz was pulling back, out of Logan's grasp, Logan's cock in his hand as he aimed.

The first burst of cum spattered across Logan's abs, then his chest. He barely registered Oz's fingers dragging through the combined mess, rubbing it into Logan's skin. He didn't miss Oz bringing one up to his mouth, though; somehow unable to drag his eyes away from the sight of those lips forming, sucking around the digit. Maybe that was why he stayed so still, frozen as Oz reached out again, sliding his hand delicately over Logan's slick stomach.

Instinctively, Logan flinched at the touch of wetness against his cheek, before stilling, waiting. Transfixed, mind swirling with endorphins, Logan didn't move as Oz painted his face; daubing Logan's nose, his chin, his lips —

Abruptly. Oz caught him by the back of the head, holding Logan in place as he crushed their lips together. Logan moaned into his mouth, shuddering as he kissed Oz back. Tonguing at the seam of those lips, Logan's mind spun wildly as his orgasm ebbed, until finally the need for air became a priority.

"You look so fucked, straight boy," Oz grinned as he pulled away. "Absolutely fucked."

"Yeah, well…you too," Logan replied, still dazed. Dimly, he registered a vague salty taste in his mouth. Reflexively swiping his tongue along his bottom lip to moisten it, Logan scowled to find it already…

Gingerly, he prodded the spot with his tongue again.

…Wet

Oz laughed, then pressed another messy kiss to Logan's lips, heedless of the cum he'd smeared there.

Or maybe…enticed?

"Got a little something right… There," Oz breathed, his thumb dabbing at the corner of Logan's mouth… and completely ignoring the globs covering the rest of Logan's body.

"Damn it, Oz," Logan hissed, scowling at the mess. He reached up to wipe some of… of Oz's cum, which he absolutely could not handle thinking too hard about yet, from his chin —

Only for Oz to catch Logan's wrist abruptly; eyes wide, his grip like steel.

"Shh," Oz soothed, holding Logan firmly in place. "Just…let me have this. You said anyway I like. Well, I very much like seeing you like this."

"Oz," Logan warned. "Let me get cleaned up before I break your hand."

"Oh, come on. Let me enjoy this for five fucking minutes," Oz wheedled. "After all that, you can't tell me you're backing out now over a little jizz?"

Logan blinked, turning his head. He could feel the mess splattered across his chest and cheeks already starting to dry. But — was it enough to lose his entire future over?

He sighed.

"No," he admitted, before glancing at the clock on their desk. "Five minutes. Then I'm taking a shower."

"Sounds like a plan!" Oz grinned. "Oh, we're going to have so much fun together."

"Are we?" Logan gritted out between his teeth.

"Definitely," Oz replied. "You make a great pet, puppy."

"Nope." Logan shook his head. "Not calling me that."

"Aw! But it's a cute nickname. It suits you," Oz teased. "You're surprisingly eager to please, and you're big and dumb and needy…"

"Not a dog," Logan hissed, and Oz only laughed.

"Aren't you? Ready to beg and roll over at my command." Oz grinned.

But Logan looked away, frowning.

"Logan?" Oz called softly. "Not really selling the fantasy here."

"I'm not into it, okay?" Logan huffed. "And no , I don't need to use a safe word over it. It's just… you rubbing your cock all over my face is one thing, but I — I can't fake a kink I don't feel."

Oz watched him for a moment, cocking his head.

" Huh ," Oz finally said. "Alright, good. Boundaries are good. No puppy play. Fuck, I wonder what else you'll turn out to be into?"

"What do you mean, 'what else '?" Logan asked, eyes narrowed.

"Don't worry about it," Oz assured him in a tone of voice that left Logan very, very worried about it, actually, even as Oz just flapped his hand to shoo the question away.

"Shower," Oz declared instead. "Then cuddle or homework, your pick."

"Homework," Logan answered quickly, before his damn tongue could betray him.

"Yeah, I figured," Oz grinned. "Don't worry, we can cuddle after."

"Fuck off," Logan growled, climbing to his feet.

"Again? Damn, hot stuff! You've got stamina." Oz snickered.

"You're an idiot."

"And you're the one who picked me for a tutor, so what's that make you?" Oz laughed. "Y'know, you should really think your insults through more, instead of going off half-cocked all the time. But then, I guess that same impulsiveness is why you're the one with cum drying on his face, and not me."

"Shut the fuck up," Logan snapped, shifting uncomfortably. "So… that's a yes, then? You'll tutor me?"

Oz paused, his hand on the doorframe, and Logan's heart hammered in his chest as he turned.

"I should say 'no'." Oz mused, mouth curving into a thoughtful little grin. "Just to see your expression."

" Oz ," Logan warned.

Oz smirked, his eyes dancing…

"Dude, how hard did you just come?" Oz laughed. "I already agreed. Twice, actually. What — were you really willing to risk all that on a 'maybe'?"

Logan flushed, hot with embarrassment, to realize that, yeah — he almost had. He'd gotten so wound up with his problems, and the ridiculousness of his own solution, that —

"This is going to be too much fun," Oz repeated, his tone low like he was mostly talking to himself.

And yet, it had a thorny, snarling thing unknotting in Logan's gut to hear it. Because, as strange as this deal of theirs was, there was something about knowing it was with Oz, of all people. He might be a dork, but… he was smart, and he wasn't mean. Even when he'd been messing with Logan's head, Oz had been determined to make sure Logan felt…safe.

And now that it was over, Logan could clean himself up and forget it had ever happened. Oz would help him study, and Logan wouldn't be kicked off the team. He hadn't done all this for nothing after all.

"Hello! Earth to Logan," Oz said, waving a hand in front of Logan's nose with the air of someone who'd made more than just the one attempt at trying to get his attention.

"Sorry," Logan muttered, reaching for his t-shirt to wipe the — the stickiness from his face, and chest, and… Logan scowled to realize all the places Oz had rubbed their cum.

Gonna need a shower

"Where'd you go?" Oz asked, cocking his head curiously as he watched.

"Nowhere," Logan replied, retrieving his clothes and standing. "Just… Glad you're going to help me."

"Of course I'm going to help you," Oz grinned, getting to his feet as well. "You made a very convincing argument. And if you're very, very good and get an 'A' on our Algebra midterm, maybe I'll even blow you."

Half distracted hunting up his shower kit, Logan stumbled slightly, his cheeks flaming to realize that —

Oh, fuck. Yeah. Of course, this wouldn't be just a one-time thing, was it?

Was passing his Algebra class really enough to make him go through this a second time? A third?

Then again… blow jobs

"A's a lot to hope for," Logan admitted. "I'll be lucky to get a B."

"Fine, then get a B and I promise you 'll get lucky," Oz said with a cheeky grin as he tossed Logan's words back at him.

"You'd do that?" Logan blinked, glancing over at Oz. When he'd made his offer, he'd assumed things would be pretty one-sided.

"Sure. I like giving head," Oz shrugged, wandering closer. "Having a guy moaning and squirming against you while you've got him by the dick? It's a total power trip. Besides, I agreed to tutor you, right? Then it's official: B is for Blowjobs. Consider it motivation to study."

That's some motivation, alright

And as Logan shut their door behind him to head for the shower, suddenly, the idea of him and Oz doing this again wasn't off-putting at all.