"I knocked on your door, but no one answered," probably-Ashton said. "D'ya think he's got his headphones on?"
Logan swallowed down a moan as Oz slowly pumped his fist; the evil,evilman.
"How the f-fuck should I know?" Logan managed to call back, wincing at the squeak laced through his words. "Have you checked the laundry r-room? I'm trying to —Oz, cool it —to shower here, dude."
Oz did not, in fact, 'cool it'. Instead, he'd resumed the steady pace that'd been sending Logan's body into overdrive just a few short, blissful moments ago.
"Any way I want, huh?" Oz murmured against Logan's wet skin. "He intruded onus. Tell him to fuck off."
"Sorry, dude," Ashton yelled through the door, completely oblivious to Logan's plight. "It's just… My computer ate my paper, see?"
"More like he tried to torrent some porn again, and it unleashed another virus on his hard drive," Oz snorted.
"And I really need to find Oz, because he knows how to fix it, and — "
"I'll let him know you're looking for him the next time I see him!" Logan yelped, his eyes shut tight as he fought to hold together the last shreds of his self-control. "When I'm not naked!"
"OH!" Ashton said in the tone of a person only now realizingwhysomeone might be in the shower with the door locked. "Um… Sorry, uh — Yeah, alright. I'll check if he's doing laundry. Thanks!"
As Ashton's footsteps retreated down the hall, Logan let his forehead drop to rest against the tile wall, his every muscle still on high alert.
Behind him, Oz was a warm and steadying presence; his strokes slow and thoughtful.
"You okay?"
Logan hiccuped as he swallowed a laugh.
No, he wasn't okay. Oz made his body feel good. Real good. Made Logan want things he wasn't sure he should, made him need things he knew he wasn't supposed to. This was a game, a bet, a dare — and one that'd nearly been discovered. And though most of Logan was relieved their secret was safe, there was a small part of him busy asking…
What if…?
"Logan?" Oz called softly.
"I don't want to think about it," Logan muttered, adjusting his stance to how Oz had him standing before the interruption.
"Logan…"
"Oz," Logan interrupted him, putting his palms flat against the tile. "I don't want to think. Period. Please?"
There was a beat, then a bloom of hot air against Logan's bare spine as Oz sighed, making Logan shiver.
"Whatdoyou want, then?" Oz asked, his free hand smoothing down Logan's side to grip his hip.
"What you were doing before was… It was good. I liked it," Logan admitted. "Just — "
"What?" Oz urged, his fist already returning to its appointed task with increasing speed and firmness.
"I don't — " Logan squeezed his eyes shut.
"Tell me." Oz pressed a kiss to Logan's shoulder. "Whatever you need, Logan."
"Harder," Logan told him. He felt like he was just on the edge of something wild and free, if only he could just —
"And — and rougher?" he whispered. "I want you tofuckme, Oz."
"Logan, are you sure — "
He reached back, gripping Oz's hip; pulling him forward as Logan thrust back. Eyes fluttering closed at the slick slide of Oz's cock between his legs, before Logan rutted forward into his roommate's hand.
