Logan laughed. What Ashton thought he knew about Oz couldn't fill a thimble.
Don't think so
He glanced up to see Oz watching him.
"Ashton's horny, news at 11." Logan shrugged.
"Oh," Oz replied. "Are you gonna…" He made a little flapping gesture, like a bird flying off.
Logan gnawed on the inside of his cheek. "Naw."
"I mean… You can, you know," Oz said. "You don't always have to hang around here on my account."
[Ashton]:
I get it
no worries
bros night tomorrow then right? ;D
Mayb|
Logan sighed, staring down at the flashing cursor on the screen.
Oz was right. Logan had joined the house to expand his social circle outside of his football team. To make friends, go to parties, and just generally live the college life. If it meant building a network with some guys who helped each other out long-term, well after they all graduated and found jobs? Then even better. But ever since he and Oz had made their deal, it seemed like Logan was spending most of his free time in their little room either studying or…
"Hey, what did you end up making on that test this week?" Oz asked. "Don't forget — "
"B is for Blowjobs," Logan whispered, because holycrap.
He'd forgotten.
"It's okay if you scored lower," Oz said. "We'll look at the questions you missed and figure out how you can do better on the next one. And if you ask, Professor Newell might let you do some extra credit to make up for your score."
Logan glanced down at his phone, and licked his lips.
He deleted the half-written message.
"Actually," Logan said slowly, grinning as he turned to Oz. "I made an 81…"
Chapter 13
Calling the Shots
"On the bed," Oz growled as the door of their room slammed open to reveal Logan's storm-faced roommate, his damp hair curling at the ends like he'd just gotten out of the shower.
"What?" Logan asked in confusion from where he'd been hunched over their desk, his mind still half on the math problems staring up from his textbook.
"Whenever and however, right?" Oz snapped his fingers impatiently. "Then get. On. The. Bed. Honeybuns."
Logan swallowed harshly. He was doing better in his classes, he reminded himself. He was on track not just to pass, but also meet Coach's minimum GPA.
He glanced down at his textbook, tempted for about a minute to point out that he was studying. Technically, that meant Logan was off-limits until he was done. He might've made their deal in the heat of the moment, but at least he'd laid out some ground rules about time for his classwork and anything to do with keeping his spot on the university's football team.
But then his body quickly reminded him of the last few times Oz had called in compensation for his side of their bargain. Compensation that had Logan in Oz's bed, or up against a wall, or kneeling on the floor; both of them covered in sweat and cum and satisfaction after.
Oz might be gay, but Logan wasn't. Though he had to admit… He was starting to see the appeal.
