Logan cursed as Oz leaned past him to shut the water off, fisting his own hands by his side so he didn't go all shy.
"What's wrong, straight boy?" Oz taunted, dragging his teeth along Logan's collarbone. "Pretty sure you shower every day with, like, sixty teammates or something after practice without a problem."
Yeah, but no one in the football locker room has been fucking me on the daily since we made that deal for you to tutor me
Usually just hand stuff, or maybe a little early morning grinding. But it'd given Logan's body a distractingly frequent response to the presence of his roommate. A response that was eagerly stirring now. And if these days Logan's eyes lingered on his roommate's body a bit too long…
"Oh!Someonelooks happy to see me," Oz purred, his hand dropping to gently stroke Logan's swiftly hardening erection.
Logan swallowed harshly. Shit, this deal was messing with his head. He was straight, damn it. It didn't matter how much he'd liked the feeling of Oz's powerful hands sliding around his body. Or hell, the wet warm wonder that was Oz's mouth as he sucked Logan's brains out through his cock.
Logan liked girls. He… He couldn't like…
"Just a…what'd'ya call 'em — Pavlovian response, right?"
He knew it was a mistake as soon as he'd mentioned it. Logan didn't even need to see the way Oz's whole face lit up at that to tell him he'd said more than he should've out loud.
"Then I think this is an excellent chance to continue your training," Oz replied with irritatingly cheerful enthusiasm. "Don't you?"
He was pressing himself against Logan, ineffectually trying to push the football player up against the shower wall despite the stark difference in their builds. And Logan wasn't sure why, but… damn it all, helethim.
Oz was barely more than half Logan's weight and a good couple of inches shorter. On top of that, after years of switching between seasons of football and wrestling practice, Logan had almost an entire lifetime of learning how to shove around guys even larger than him. Meanwhile, Oz had spent that time… What? Hunched over a table in someone's basement, pretending to fight dragons and rescue… princes, Logan supposed. Or whatever the male equivalent was of a damsel.
A dandy, maybe?
But the point was, Oz was a lightweight. Oz was a twig. Oz wasnothing. Logan could sneeze and accidentally buck the guy off if he wasn't careful.
And yet…
"Not a dog," Logan muttered, his heart beating double time in his chest as Oz's body pressed Logan's back flat against the shower wall, his roommate's hard cock slotting in promisingly against Logan's own.
"Bet I can still have you begging and panting," Oz countered in a smug tone as he thrust, making Logan's insides flip.
"Fuck off," Logan snapped, a small part of him fearing it might be true.
And though there was a corner of Logan's brain that was shouting he should shove the other man off… Logan didn't. Instead, he let Oz urge his chin up, meeting those infuriatingly smug eyes for just a second before —
Before he gave in to the impulse, melting into the press of warm lips against his own. Shuddering, his mouth opening of its own volition, his hands fitting around Oz's hips of their own accord; gripping with all the desperation of a drowning man, anchoring himself in Oz as Logan sank further into their kiss.
The tile was cool against Logan's shoulders, solid as he leaned forward just the last little bit more to press his lips fully against Oz's. Swallowing the other man's gasp before diving deeper in, moaning as Oz's tongue flicked delicately along Logan's bottom lip teasingly as it sought out Logan's own. Sliding his hands up the bare skin of Oz's back, pulling Oz closer against Logan's chest as Logan wordlessly asked for more.
His body was thrumming with need, his head awash with conflicting thoughts.
But this? This was simple. Oz wanted to kiss him.
And Logan …Logan really,reallywanted to be kissed.
"Turn around," Oz purred when he finally released Logan's lips.
"What?"
"Gonna fuck you against the wall," Oz clarified, and damn, but that shouldn't make Logan's cock twitch so hard. "Now turn around."
Logan swallowed. "No penetration," he reminded Oz of the rule Logan had set from the start. "You promised."
Never mind that he was starting to…No. He didn't regret making that rule. He was straight. He — He couldn't want Oz to…
"Don't worry," Oz said, smoothing his hands firmly over Logan's chest and kneading at his pecs. "Nothing's going inside you. Now turn the fuck around and present that ass, straight boy."
