"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 isyou."
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 thatnoneof this should. Even just standing here, completely nude while a fully clothed Oz fondled and inspected Logan's body, should not be this — this damnhot.
"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."
