"Yeah?" Logan asked, cocking his head as a grin stole across his face. "Here?"
"Why not?" Oz shrugged. "Get your fine ass over here, straight boy."
Logan grimaced. "I just had practice, man, and they shut the water off trying to fix something with the pipes. I ambeyondgross."
Any of Logan's previous girlfriends would have turned their noses up at the news, but if anything, Oz actually looked more intrigued.
"I'll shower quick," Logan said, taking a pointed step toward the stairs as Oz began drifting over.
"Don't have to shower at all, on my account," Oz muttered. He was already reaching out as if to smooth his hands across Logan's shoulders, before suddenly yanking them back, glancing at the chapter room's enormous windows, and the darkness that lay outside.
With all the lights in here, it's about as good as a TV screen. Logan winced.If anyone's out there, they'd see everything
"Come on," Oz whispered, turning to where he'd been hidden from sight behind the panel of the homecoming float.
"Oz," Logan muttered, flushing when it came out more like a whine. "I know I said 'however', but — For real. I'm muddy, I reek, and Ineeda shower. Even if you don't seem to care, I do. It's… distracting."
Oz considered him for a moment.
"Then make sure and wash really well," he finally answered. "Everywhere. You understand what I'm saying, Logan?"
Logan sucked in a sharp breath, because — yeah, he thought he did.
"You want me to come help?"
Logan flushed hot, eyes dropping to the floor as he shook his head no.
"I, um — Oz, what are you planning?" he hissed. "No — "
"I know, no penetration," Oz flippantly finished. "I know, don't worry. Not going to break your rule. But still…wash REALLY well, okay? I…want to show you something. I think you'll like it."
Logan considered it, but… "Ten minutes," he allowed, before heading upstairs, taking the steps two and three at a time.
"Oz," Logan hissed. "Are you still here?"
Walking into the chapter room once more, Logan could not have felt more aware of a… certain part of his body than if it'd been hooked up to a neon sign. But he was clean all over now — very,embarrassinglyclean — when he stuck his head behind the panel of pomping, looking for Oz.
It was dark, here in this very narrow, temporary space. Created by the float panel's framing as it leaned haphazardly against the wall, it colored what little dim light snuck its way back here like a hidden church window; the fluffy wads of colorful tissue paper making a cheap, homemade substitute for stained glass. It reminded Logan of something they might've made back in Mr. Hillsman's art class, though on a much bigger scale.
Logan startled as Oz's arms looped over his shoulders, feeling indecently exposed as the other man drew him in for a kiss. Here and there, he could see through the gaps in the chicken wire that hadn't been filled yet, and though they'd just proved he could see out better than anyone could see in…
"What if we get caught?" Logan whispered after Oz finally released his lips, all tingling and kiss-bruised.
"Relax. We'll have plenty of warning. They'll come stumbling in like a herd of elephants and you know it, all drunk and loud," Oz breathed, hands already sliding up under Logan's shirt and across the dips of his abs, making him shiver. "And we'll just tell them we've been pomping, what else?"
"Oh,'pomping', huh?" Logan chuckled, letting himself relax into the warmth of Oz's caress. "You think you can do that with a straight face?"
"I'll have you know my face hasn't beenstraighta day in my life." Oz grinned.
Logan felt something inside his ribs relax at the sight, giving in to the sudden urge to lean in and capture Oz's mouth again.
Oz made a small noise of surprise, but he didn't pull back, hands coming up to fist in Logan's hoodie as he practically melted against Logan's chest.
They traded kisses for a long, lazy moment — until Logan abruptly found himself shoved, grunting when his shoulders hit up hard against the wall. He swallowed down the protest that'd lept reflexively to his tongue at the sight of Oz's expression. Licking his lips, Logan held still as the other man's hands stroked down Logan's sides to tug playfully at the ties of his sweatpants.
"You, uh — said you wanted to show me something?" Logan remembered.
Oz grinned. "Yeah.Something. Turn around."
