"Only fair, right?" Tugging the drawstrings of Logan's hoodie tight, Wally smirked, stepping back.
Logan nearly groaned out loud as the sudden loss of contact — before remembering Wally was a guy, and Logan wasn't supposed to be into this stuff enough to miss anything at all.
"Fine," Logan bit out instead. "What?'
"Number one," Wally said, holding up his hand tauntingly to tick the numbers off on his fingers. "I get the bottom bunk. I'm tired of banging my toes on the ladder in the dark when I have to get up and piss."
"Okay," Logan agreed quickly. Considering his own offer, he could live with that — provided the rest of Wally's list stayed just as tame. "And… number two?"
Wally's expression turned sharply unpleasant, like he'd just bitten into something bad. "College is supposed to be a chance for new beginnings. Specifically, it was supposed to be my chance to get away fromyou, and I'm not going to let you keep ruining it."
Logan winced.
"You call me Oz," he continued. "In here, out there.Andyou get everyone else to call me Oz, too. I don't want to hear anyone call me 'Wally' ever again."
Yeah. That…that's fair
"I can do that," Logan promised him. "What else?"
Wa —Ozhummed, considering. "This 'no penetration' stipulation of yours — is that 'except for mouth-to-mouth kissing', or are we talking prostitute rules?"
"What?"
"I get that you think not sucking my cock or anything somehow makes this less gay — " Oz said, rolling his eyes.
"It'snot gay, becauseI'mnot gay," Logan gritted out.
" — or heteroflexible, or however you've rationalized this to yourself. But Ilikekissing, and it turns out that you aren't completely terrible at it," Oz mused, tilting his head to watch Logan's reaction. "We don't have to French or whatever if you aren't into it, but I gotta say, after that? It's gonna be a hard pass from me without it. But I need to know what counts, because technically you just violated your own rule even with that open-mouthed vanilla stuff, if you define 'penetration' as swapping spit."
"You're being ridiculous."
"I'm not the guy playing one-sided gay chicken to get his grades up. So, kissing: yes or no?"
"Kissing's…fine," Logan grumbled, his face flaming. Oz wasn't the only one who enjoyed kissing, and that lip ring of his… Logan had a girlfriend with one once. He'd always liked the way the metal felt, pressing into his lip as they kissed. Liked the sensation of it on his dick too, that time she'd tried blowing him. Made it kinda exciting to feel one again, even if it was Oz's thin lips instead of a girl's. "So, that it, or…?"
Logan's mouth snapped shut at the 'of course not' look Oz shot him.
"Number five is that we have to tell each other about any other partners we hook up with during our arrangement. I'm already on prep and get tested regularly. Your health is up to you, but I'm not going to risk catching something just because your messy ass is slutting it up all over campus."
"…Fine," Logan agreed, relieved to hear Oz didn't expect him to give up sex with women while they were doing this. "And?"
"And," Oz said with the air of a king making a decree, "Number five is that I reserve the right to make a number six in the future."
Logan eyed him, considering. "And what if number six is something I won't do?"
"Then you say no, and our deal's off."
"That easy, huh?" Logan replied, gripped by the feeling their bargain was anything but.
Oz shrugged. "Sure. Why not? It'll be hilarious to see what finally makes you chicken out. So…when do we get started?" he asked, and Logan swallowed, his throat suddenly dry.
"Whenever you like," he rasped, repeating his earlier offer.
"And however I want, right?" Oz purred, rolling his shoulders to push up against the bedframe, before stalking toward Logan as if he were some hunting cat. "With your little asterisk, of course."
"Yeah," Logan grunted as Oz paced a circle around him, a hint of devilishness in the smile twisting up those lips, making something twist deep inside Logan's belly in answer. "So, is that a yes?"
"Oh, it's a yes alright." Oz laughed darkly. "Logan St. James, the star of San Morado High, here in my bed, saying he'll do anything… Well,almostanything I tell him? You're going to come to your senses in the next couple of hours, straight boy, and I'll never have a chance like this again. How could I pass it up?"
