"Away?" Oz clarified hesitantly.
Logan swallowed.
"…No," he said, reaching back to clutch at Oz's hip, before giving an experimental little rock; fucking himself backward into Oz's cock, then driving forward into his grip.
"Yeah?" Oz asked with an incredulously delighted note in his voice.
Logan nodded furiously, gasping in relief as his roommate's fist began moving again. Oz took over from Logan's awkward motions, slowly stroking him from base to tip; the pressure firm, the glide so beautifully smooth.
Oz's mouth was hot and wet as his teeth scraped against Logan's neck, and ohfuck,did it feel good.
"Please," Logan sighed, thrusting into Oz's hand, squeezing his legs tighter around Oz's cock to drive home the point. "Please, Oz."
"Oh, hell yes," Oz groaned as he complied, plunging headlong into the valley of Logan's slick thighs, massaging his taint on every pass.
And fuck if it didn't feel good. Better than good. Better than Logan could've ever guessed. Tipping his head back, Logan could feel the back of his skull brushing Oz's shoulder, letting himself sink into the other man's — intoOz'shold.
Oz's hand released Logan's hip to clutch clumsily at Logan's throat and jaw, and Logan gasped as Oz pulled, urging Logan into an awkward kiss.
"Gonna be good for me?" Oz demanded in a low voice once he finally broke away, leaving both of them panting, gasping for air.
Quivering in those hands, Logan nodded desperately, moaning out an answer as his roommate's tongue swiped a hot stripe up his neck.
"Oh god, oh god," Logan babbled, feeling his orgasm building, "Oz, I'm gonna…I'm gonna come."
"Yeah?" Oz purred, licking at Logan's neck again. "You think you should get to come, hot stuff? You think you've earned it?"
"Oz?" Logan whispered, confused; his hands clenching into fists against the wall. "Please, Oz, I need to…"
"Please, what?" Oz murmured. "Wanna hear you beg for it, sweet thing."
"I — "
Something pounded on the door, the succession of three heavy thuds freezing them in place.
"You locked the door behind you, right?" Logan hissed at Oz, his heart hammering in his chest now almost as loud as the knocking.
"Of course I did," Oz huffed. "…I mean — Ithink…"
"Oh God," Logan whimpered at the rattling of the door handle as their would-be intruder tested the lock.
Chapter 11
Cleaning Up Nice
The stress itself probably shaved a year off Logan's life, but the door stayed shut.
"Hey, Logan?" someone shouted from the other side. "You in there?"
"Y-yeah?" Logan called back, hyper-aware of Oz's cock pinned between his thighs, his own cock still gripped in Oz's stilled hand.
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. Were we too loud?
"You seen Oz anywhere?" the voice — it sounded like Ashton, maybe? — asked; the question sending a wave of relief flooding through Logan's system.
"Um… I think he's around here somewhere?" Logan called back, the urge to laugh at the ridiculous situation bubbling up in his throat.
Behind him, Oz pressed his face into Logan's shoulder, his whole body shaking as the sound of a muffled snicker escaped.
