"Fuck, I'm so close, sweetheart," Oz gasped.
"Don't call me sweetheart," Logan snapped, even as Oz's words ignited a twist of something dark and primal inside him. Made him want, made himneed.
He flinched as Oz's palm abruptly slapped over Logan's mouth and nose. Not hard, not trying to smother him. Just enough to block —
Logan froze as wetness splattered across the parts of his face and chin and neck not covered by Oz's hand, a second load striping his chest, a third shooting across his abs.
The palm Oz held to Logan's face was hot and heavy, muffling his irritated grunt. Worse, wide-eyed and panting as he stared down at Logan, Oz didn't seem to have any current plans to move. Annoyed, Logan reached up to grip Oz's wrist, pulling his hand away.
"What thefuck?" Absently, Logan licked at a ticklish spot at the edge of his mouth as he snapped at his roommate. "Oz — "
Oz swore, and then he was kneeling too. His mouth was hot on Logan's own, his hand fumbling desperately for Logan's cock, groaning against Logan's lips, and —
Logan should have fought him, should have shoved him away. Instead, he opened his mouth and kissed him back, fisting his free hand in Oz's hair as their tongues dancing against each other, his body on fire as Oz jerked him off.
"Gonna make you shoot all over your own chest, pretty boy," Oz whispered, nipping hot and hard along Logan's jawline. "Gonna mix your cum with mine, leave you dripping with us both."
"Fuck yes, fucking do it," Logan heard himself saying, his whole body shaking as his balls tightened. Oz's mouth was everywhere, licking up through the mess on Logan's throat, biting his ear, his neck. The hand on Logan's cock was sure and firm, the rhythm steady and oh so fucking good. Logan curled around Oz as he felt his crest nearing, rising within him. Dropping his head on Oz's shoulder, hands sliding over Oz's skin. Desperately trying to find an inch of familiar in the miles of unfamiliar territory as he just — as Logan tried to hang on —
A second later, Logan swore, his balls tightening as his orgasm rushed through him. But then Oz was pulling back, out of Logan's grasp, Logan's cock in his hand as he aimed.
The first burst of cum spattered across Logan's abs, then his chest. He barely registered Oz's fingers dragging through the combined mess, rubbing it into Logan's skin. He didn't miss Oz bringing one up to his mouth, though; somehow unable to drag his eyes away from the sight of those lips forming,suckingaround the digit. Maybe that was why he stayed so still, frozen as Oz reached out again, sliding his hand delicately over Logan's slick stomach.
Instinctively, Logan flinched at the touch of wetness against his cheek, before stilling, waiting. Transfixed, mind swirling with endorphins, Logan didn't move as Oz painted his face; daubing Logan's nose, his chin, his lips —
Abruptly. Oz caught him by the back of the head, holding Logan in place as he crushed their lips together. Logan moaned into his mouth, shuddering as he kissed Oz back. Tonguing at the seam of those lips, Logan's mind spun wildly as his orgasm ebbed, until finally the need for air became a priority.
"You look so fucked, straight boy," Oz grinned as he pulled away. "Absolutely fucked."
"Yeah, well…you too," Logan replied, still dazed. Dimly, he registered a vague salty taste in his mouth. Reflexively swiping his tongue along his bottom lip to moisten it, Logan scowled to find it already…
Gingerly, he prodded the spot with his tongue again.
…Wet
Oz laughed, then pressed another messy kiss to Logan's lips, heedless of the cum he'd smeared there.
Or maybe…enticed?
"Got a little something right… There," Oz breathed, his thumb dabbing at the corner of Logan's mouth… and completely ignoring the globs covering the rest of Logan's body.
"Damn it, Oz," Logan hissed, scowling at the mess. He reached up to wipe some of… of Oz's cum, which he absolutely could not handle thinking too hard about yet, from his chin —
Only for Oz to catch Logan's wrist abruptly; eyes wide, his grip like steel.
"Shh," Oz soothed, holding Logan firmly in place. "Just…let me have this. You said anyway I like. Well, Iverymuch like seeing you like this."
"Oz," Logan warned. "Let me get cleaned up before I break your hand."
"Oh, come on. Let me enjoy this for five fucking minutes," Oz wheedled. "After all that, you can't tell me you're backing out now over a little jizz?"
Logan blinked, turning his head. He couldfeelthe mess splattered across his chest and cheeks already starting to dry. But — was it enough to lose his entire future over?
He sighed.
"No," he admitted, before glancing at the clock on their desk. "Five minutes. Then I'm taking a shower."
"Sounds like a plan!" Oz grinned. "Oh, we're going to have so much fun together."
