"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 whyyourrule 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 — ofWet Wally— putting Logan over his lap andspankinghim.
"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 — awhat?"
"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 surewhatto 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?"
