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, Iwantto 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 justleave," Logan protested. "Not now. Not after all that!"
"You're clearly not into it," Oz tossed back. "It's killing my boner."
"I'm notgay, 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'resomething.I'll even help you study if you want. We can — "
"Don't want your fuckingpity," Logan bit out. "Not looking for special treatment, or… or a free ride or anything, either. And I'm not trying tocheat. 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'thaveto 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.
