"Turn around," Oz commanded hoarsely, hands urging Logan to comply. "Turn around, turn — "
Logan obeyed, barely shuffling around in the tight space before Oz was coming, cock in his hands to aim right at Logan's; coating his thighs, his dick, his balls, his feet in thick spurts of Oz's cum.
"Holy shit," Oz whispered, panting harshly as he dropped his forehead against Logan's left pec, pressed right over Logan's still-thumping heart. "That wassohot, honeybuns."
And Logan… he couldn't even bring himself to protest the nickname. Not this time.
Oz's cum tickled as it dripped off Logan's balls to slide wetly down his inner thighs, but Logan didn't care. He — he didn't feel quite there. As if he'd somehow dodged a tackle so fast, he'd left his body just a half-step behind somewhere.
The room echoed with the two of them panting, gasping for breath. From miles away, Logan brought his arms up, wrapping them around Oz and leaning back against the tile for support.
Fuck, he couldn't even feel his legs.
"How you feeling, big guy?" Oz asked, patting Logan's bicep.
"M'fine," Logan slurred, his tongue strangely thick. "We done?"
"Logan?" Oz said, his tone abruptly anxious as he peered up at Logan's face. "Are you okay?"
Logan could sense the worry in his gaze, even though he couldn't seem to meet it. Every time he tried, his eyes just — just slipped away, unable to focus.
Logan hummed. "Feel weird."
"Bad-weird?" Oz asked, fingers stroking gently along Logan's jaw. "Should I get help?"
Logan shook his head, the whole world wobbling with it.
"No. S'nice," he answered, pulling Oz tighter against him. "Like you."
"Hey, Logan," Oz murmured, squirming to lean back despite Logan's hold. "Logan, look at me?"
Logan tried, even though he wasn't sure the effort was worth it. But there was Oz's face, and he was smiling. So, that was okay.
"Holy shit, dude," Oz said excitedly. "You — I think we should get you into bed."
Logan frowned. "Gotta finish m'shower."
Oz chewed his bottom lip for a second.
"Alright," Oz finally said. "Then you just stand there and let me take care of you, alright?"
"'K," Logan happily agreed.
And it was awkward and cramped, and Logan's chest was cold against the hard tiles. But he didn't mind, because Oz's hands were warm as he urged Logan to turn this way or that; sliding soap-slick across his skin or threading into his hair, fingers scratching little circles in his scalp as Oz worked the shampoo in, then made sure to get it all out.
"You did so good," Oz would say as he worked, and —
"That was really — wow, that was amazing.Youwere amazing." Or —
"That's it. Just like that, Logan. You're doing great. You're something really special, y'know that?"
And like this? Logan could actually believe him.
Chapter 12 - B is for...
Logan's phone buzzed with a text and he checked it, rolling his eyes when he saw who it was from.
[Ashton]:
