"Come on, straight boy," Oz huffed, snapping his fingers. "Bed. Now."
Logan slammed his textbook shut, the desk chair left spinning with the speed he practically vaulted onto the mattress.
For all his impatience, Oz took his time; pacing around their room like an animal stuck in their enclosure at the zoo.
"You shower?" Logan asked as he folded his arms behind his head, watching appreciatively as Oz shucked his wet shirt for a fresh one.
Oz was ridiculously skinny,anda guy besides. But the past few weeks had given Logan a few reasons why he shouldn't hold either against Oz. Especially when it washimbeing held against Oz; all that lean hunger focused on giving Logan what, hands down, had been some of the best orgasms of his life so far.
"No," Oz answered him curtly, biting off the word with enough force that Logan heard the warning buried inside.
Mostly, he'd asked out of boredom. But partly too because he hadn't heard the pipes rattling like he usually did whenever someone used the little shower room on the other side of the wall.
His hair's wet, and so are his shirt collar and shoulders. But the rest of him's dry…
Watching Oz putter around their room, anxiety rolling off him in waves as he snatched up bits of dirty laundry and stray pencils? Grimly, Logan made a mental note to go have a talk with Ashton, just to make sure the 'Wet Wally' game really was well and truly over.
Later. After…whatever this is he's planning
Logan had recently become averybig fan of Oz's plans.
"You get more shoes?" Oz asked, picking up the shoebox Logan had set down on their shared dresser, turning it over.
Logan shrugged. "Yeah. Suppose so."
"I never understand why you spend so much on these," Oz mused. "They're just sneakers."
In the hopes of getting laid, Logan magnanimously chose the path of diplomacy and ignored that.
"I don't," he said instead. "Most of these are gifts."
He leaned forward as Oz held out the shoebox, reaching to take it before hiding it under the bedframe to protect it. He'd move it to his closet later, stacking it with his other pairs. Now that this was technically Oz's bed, Logan had moved his collection. Even if Oz had demanded Logan spend every night since making their deal sleeping in what'd formerly been his old bunk.
"And the ones that aren't gifts?" Oz asked as he set up his laptop where the shoebox had been.
Interesting
"Still a lot of money," Oz continued. "Is this why you're always broke?"
"I'm 'broke'," Logan huffed, craning his neck to see around the other man to what was on OZ's laptop screen, "because I can't work without losing my athletic scholarships. And they can't pay me to play, either, outside of normal student stuff like scholarships to cover tuition. But sure, you spend your entire summer for five years straight mowing people's lawns, and tell me you don't buy something for yourself every now and again."
"Yeah, but…" Oz fidgeted. "Just seems like a lot of money to spend on anything, much less a pair of shoes you don't even wear."
Logan nodded at the big blue robot figure that dominated Oz's shelves of his own collectibles. "You get that in the clearance bin?"
"No!" Oz stepped between the model and Logan, as if he were trying to protect it. "Had to save a whole month just to — "
Logan lifted an eyebrow at him, smirking as Oz trailed off.
"…Okay, fine. I see where you're going with this," Oz said, drifting toward the bed. "But whyshoes?"
"Why not? My mom's a staging decorator for Maddox Real Estate. Our house always felt more like she was preparing it for a magazine shoot. And my dad was forever on my case about getting 'distracted'. Wanted me to concentrate on football instead of 'junk'," Logan answered, shifting over on the mattress to make space as Oz sat on the side. "Didn't have a lot of toys and books or whatever to clutter up my room, and what I did have… When I'd lose a game, Dad would… he'd toss my stuff. Said it was splitting my focus."
"Logan…"
Logan frowned at Oz's tone, not wanting to hear it.
"He threw out a library book once," Logan barreled on. "Made me pay the fine to replace it."
