Stopping in front of him, Logan watched warily as Oz stepped back, folding to sit on Logan's — onOz'sbunk. Logan stayed standing, spine stiff as he waited, wondering exactly what the hell he'd just agreed to as Oz's gaze dragged slowly down Logan's body, calculating and hungry.
"Strip," Oz finally ordered, leaning back on his elbows.
"Uh…"
"C'mon straight boy, don't be shy. Drop trou already," Oz said, making an impatient 'hurry up' gesture with his hand. "I wanna see what I'm working with."
Logan grimaced, but sighed. This is what he'd signed up for, wasn't it? He grabbed the bottom of his hoodie, intending to yank it over his head —
"Stop," Oz commanded when it was only halfway off, Logan freezing to obey.
"Slowly," came Oz's voice from outside the hoodie's enveloping cocoon. "There's only one 'first time'. Make it good."
Logan clenched his teeth together, but slowed down as he finished pulling the sweatshirt off, before dropping it on the floor.
"Much better. I mean, if we're going to do this, then let's do it right," Oz grinned, looking like the cat who'd eaten the whole damn canary. "Puck, play Marvin Gaye'sLet's Get It On."
Logan's face flamed as the little speaker began playing the well-worn song.
"Unless…" Oz drawled, smirking. "You aren't getting cold feet, now — are you? Or is it the music? Is it too slow for you? Should I play something faster, likeIt's Raining Men?"
"No!" Logan hissed, fighting down the embarrassment. The house had been empty when he'd arrived, and with any luck, it should stay that way for a few more hours while all the guys were enjoying the party. But if a few came back early and overheard? It'd be a lot easier to lie and say Logan'd had a girl up here if Marvin Gaye was playing, rather than answer the teasing questions that'd no doubt be inspired by the far campier song.
"Then get on with it already," Oz said, shifting his feet and letting his legs fall open so Logan couldn't miss the bulge tenting his jeans.
Glaring at Oz, Logan yanked up the hem of his shirt, embarrassment nearly choking him as Oz let out a wolf whistle, then laughed. But damnit if that didn't send Logan's competitive streak running red hot.
If Oz is looking for a show…
Oz's eyebrows shot up as Logan attempted adding a little roll of his hips, flexing his shoulders as he pulled his shirt off too. He wasn't confident it was agoodperformance, but good enough would do. And judging by the way Oz was shifting on the bed, licking his lips as he reached down to adjust himself, Logan was feeling hopeful he'd at least earned a passing grade. Oz hadn't stopped him, or called out some new direction or taunt. That had to be something, right? Whatever. Logan tried not to feel self-conscious as he dropped his shirt to the floor to join his hoodie.
"Damn," Oz said appreciatively. "Come here."
Logan stepped forward as instructed, sucking in a sharp breath as Oz's fingers trailed lightly down the planes of Logan's abs. "You're shredded."
"Yeah," Logan mumbled, glancing away as he fought to hold still. As he fought down the unexpected urge to lean into Oz's hands. "You've seen me changing in here before."
"Sure, but I was trying to be cool, wasn't I?" Oz replied. "Didn't need my roommate freaking out, thinking I couldn't keep it in my pants around him. Now I get totouch."
Biting back a moan as Oz did just that, Logan commanded his body not to react as Oz's big, warm hands slid across Logan's belly and sides; reaching up to cup his pecs like they were tits or something; smoothing down the hair that grew along Logan's chest and trailed down his stomach.
Some of the guys shaved, and Logan had considered it. But now, with the way Oz was carding his fingers through Logan's chest hair? It felt… It felt good, making Logan's eyes drift shut under Oz's worshipful hands.
"Wake up, sleepyhead. Still need these pants off," Oz teased, hooking his fingers in the waistband of Logan's jeans.
Eyes open, Logan swallowed again, nodding as, with trembling hands, he reached for his belt.
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? Buttsandcock. 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.
