Oz was thankfully silent, even as his eyes flicked over Logan's face.
"…But not shoes?" was all he finally asked, and Logan sent him a grateful look.
"Can't play football barefoot." He shrugged.
It didn't feel awkward anymore when Oz settled against him. Quite the opposite. By this point, Logan had grown used to his roommate snuggling up on him after sex, or at night when they slept. But, given the way Oz was tucking Logan around him, this didn't appear to be either of those times. If it was, Logan would've expected Oz to be straddling Logan's hips by now, pulling their shirts off to reveal all that glorious bare skin…
Logan supposed they could manage trading hand jobs like this. Or maybe Oz had some other positions in mind that a straight guy like Logan didn't know about? The last few weeks had certainly left Logan willing to learn.
"So, how do you want me?" Logan murmured as Oz settled his back against Logan's chest.
"Just…like this," Oz muttered, pulling Logan's arms around him.
"You sure?" Logan blinked.
"I get you any way I want you, right? Then…I really just want to watch a fucking movie and not think for a bit," Oz admitted. "Is that okay?"
He twisted in the cradle of Logan's body, looking up into his face with a pleading expression. Something about it gave Logan the urge to go out and find something — or someone — to hit. Repeatedly. But… later. For now —
"So, youdon'twant to have sex?" Logan asked slowly, just to be sure.
Oz sighed. "I can jack you off first, if that'll shut you up. But I've… It's been a weird day."
Logan grimaced. He'd pieced together enough clues to hazard a guess, but.. "Did something happen?"
A shadow passed behind Oz's eyes, before he shook his head no. "Nothing I want to think about right now. Is that a problem?"
Logan considered it for half a beat, but…
"Naw. Let's just watch a movie," he said, leaning back and pulling Oz tighter against him.
And as he relaxed back onto the bed, Oz settling into place against Logan's chest in the cradle of his arms; something unwound deep in Logan's gut. Comfortable and content as the warm body fitted against his paired Oz's phone to his laptop and started flipping through their options, Logan pressed a kiss to the top of the curly head tickling his chin.
Oz froze. They both did.
Shit
Logan squeezed his eyes closed, hoping desperately Oz wouldn't say anything.
"So, uh…what do you want to, um…watch?" Oz stammered.
"Dunno," Logan answered, clearing his throat. "Just… pick something good, okay?"
"Um…yeah," Oz replied, his attention locked with unnatural stiffness on the little laptop, before settling on some nerd-looking thing titled 'Kronosthe Barbarian'.
"Here's one we'll both enjoy," Oz said as he called up the title screen.
Logan rolled his eyes, but… whatever. This was the deal, right? 'However you like', he'd told Oz.
And the way Oz was snuggled up on him right then? Well, it wasn't awful. Honestly, when Logan had made his offer, he'd had no idea Oz was so into…touching. Tangled together at night to sleep. Little touches as they moved around the room, now that Oz was allowed. Plus, of course, Logan couldn't leave out Oz's enthusiastic pawing, his hands sweeping over every inch of Logan's body any time they so much as made out. And now this?
Logan didn't expect that sort of intimacy from the guy. From any guy. Not that he'd ever really considered the idea of it before. But once it'd started…it wasn't bad. But none of that explained away the accidentally intimate kiss, so… Why had he done it?
He could blame it on the heat of the moment. Or given how they were both so curled up and cozy together, that Logan had just...gotten confused where he was for a moment. That the whole day had been a little off, and Logan's brain was too tired to keep his straight walls up…
Yeah. He could blame it on all of those things. Because there was no way that Logan liked allthis. Absolutely none at all.
It was just…comfortable. That was all. He'd lost his head, doing what he'd do on a movie date with a g— withanyone. And if he kept repeating that, he was sure he'd believe it. Right?
