"Hello! Earth to Logan," Oz said, waving a hand in front of Logan's nose with the air of someone who'd made more than just the one attempt at trying to get his attention.
"Sorry," Logan muttered, reaching for his t-shirt to wipe the — the stickiness from his face, and chest, and… Logan scowled to realize all the places Oz had rubbed their cum.
Gonna need a shower
"Where'd you go?" Oz asked, cocking his head curiously as he watched.
"Nowhere," Logan replied, retrieving his clothes and standing. "Just… Glad you're going to help me."
"Of course I'm going to help you," Oz grinned, getting to his feet as well. "You made a very convincing argument. And if you're very, very good and get an 'A' on our Algebra midterm, maybe I'll even blow you."
Half distracted hunting up his shower kit, Logan stumbled slightly, his cheeks flaming to realize that —
Oh, fuck. Yeah. Of course, this wouldn't be just a one-time thing, was it?
Was passing his Algebra class really enough to make him go through this a second time? A third?
Then again… blow jobs
"A's a lot to hope for," Logan admitted. "I'll be lucky to get a B."
"Fine, then get a B and I promise you'llget lucky," Oz said with a cheeky grin as he tossed Logan's words back at him.
"You'd do that?" Logan blinked, glancing over at Oz. When he'd made his offer, he'd assumed things would be pretty one-sided.
"Sure. I like giving head," Oz shrugged, wandering closer. "Having a guy moaning and squirming against you while you've got him by the dick? It's a total power trip. Besides, I agreed to tutor you, right? Then it's official: B is for Blowjobs. Consider it motivation to study."
That's some motivation, alright
And as Logan shut their door behind him to head for the shower, suddenly, the idea of him and Oz doing this again wasn't off-putting at all.
Chapter 10
Shower Thots
"Hey, I'm taking a shower!" Logan yelped as the door banged open.
"Any time I want, right?" Oz asked from the wrong side of the bathroom door. "Well, it's time: I want. Unless you need to safe word out, of course."
And let you win?
"Fuck you!" Logan snapped.
"Glad we're in agreement," Oz chirped back. "Although I do hope we'llbothbe winners here."
Logan grimaced, glancing around. The upstairs rear bathroom was already small enough with one. Two was going to be pretty tight. Shoved under the eaves of the old house, the sink pressed up against your knee when you took a piss, much less anything else. The narrow shower stall felt like it'd been put in as an afterthought; a squeeze for a guy with big shoulders to turn around in to face his infuriating roommate.
Trying to have sex in here is only going to end in bashed elbows. Not the kind of banging Oz probably has in mind…
Quickly, Logan shoved those thoughts down.
"I know I locked that door." He said in the direction of rustling clothing falling to the floor.
"You play a thief character every Saturday night for a few years, sometimes you pick up side hobbies," Oz replied enigmatically as he twitched aside the plastic curtain and stepped into the shower with an obnoxious leer on his face.
"Can't you at least let me finish?" Logan muttered as Oz pressed up tight against Logan's chest, arms wrapping around Logan's sides like a damn octopus. "I just got in."
"Oh, I'm going to help you finish, alright." Oz grinned, grinding their hips together lazily, attention clearly focused on the hands currently cupping and gliding appreciatively over Logan's wet skin.
