Oz's breath hitched, his hands tightening on the fabric of Logan's shirt as he let out a long, guttural moan.
"Oh God, babe.Babe," Oz groaned, writhing under Logan's body in interesting ways. "Fuck. Fuck!"
This was close enough to kissing not to break his own rule, right?
Besides — it'smyrule. That means it's mine to break
Abruptly, Logan was filled with new curiosities, a bright and unfamiliar idea burning through him, taking hold.
"That's it, Oz," Logan murmured into Oz's hair. "Give it to me. Wanna mark me with your cum again? Gonna make sure everyone knows whose bed I'm sleeping in tonight?"
"Oh — Oh, God," Oz moaned, thrusting hard into Logan's hand.
"Wanna take me to the party, Oz?" Logan whispered. "Have me hanging on your arm as you show me off; your jizz in my hair, so everyone knows I'm with you?"
Oz whimpered, fisting Logan's hoodie tight.
"Do it, Oz," Logan urged. "Claim me. Let's show everyone I'm yours."
Oz gave a strangled cry, and then he was coming; his body shaking, his cock pulsing in Logan's grip. Logan held him close, murmuring nonsense as Oz's cum splattered over Logan's fist and a little across his bare thigh; stroking Oz's hair with his clean hand, kissing his neck.
"Logan," Oz sighed, slumping bonelessly against him, and Logan wrapped his arms around him. "What the fuck?"
Logan nosed into Oz's hair, his heart thudding warily in his chest.
"Not a clue," Logan answered truthfully. "You seemed to like it, though, right?"
"Fuck," Oz said again, nodding weakly.
"Careful," Logan teased. "Or I'm going to start thinking that's the only word you know."
Oz's only response was to grunt.
He was surprised by how quickly and easily it was becoming normal to him; the taste of Oz's mouth, the feel of his body against Logan's own. To be honest, he was kind of surprised how quickly and easily everything else had become normal, too.
"Come on. Let's go get cleaned up and see if we can't catch the end of the party," Logan murmured against Oz's lips once they'd parted, resting their foreheads together. "Then I'm putting you to bed."
"I told you," Oz grumbled reluctantly, still slumped against Logan, his arms wrapped around his waist, his face pressed against his shoulder. "They don't want me there."
"ButIdo. C'mon, we'll go stag, it'll be a good time."
"Why do you care so much?" Oz asked, before the raw light in his eyes was quickly smothered by a leer. "I mean, unlike the other guys, turns out I don't need to crash some lame party to get laid."
"You aren'tcrashingit," Logan sighed. "Look, you said you want to be a part of this house, right? Then you've gotta show up. Have to give these guys a chance to know you. Can't do that if you skip half the functions."
"But — "
But Logan silenced Oz's protest with a soft kiss.
"They'll come around," he whispered against Oz's lips once he'd pulled away. "Even if I have to throw a few elbows until they do."
And since he had Oz's full attention…
Logan reached down to the glob of Oz's cum he could feel drying where it had landed on his upper thigh, dragging his fingertip through the mess. Checking to make sure Oz was watching, Logan spread it between forefinger and thumb like gel before reaching up, anointing the first few tips of his hair he found.
Oz inhaled sharply. "That's… "
Logan smirked, then — feeling particularly bold, and not a little curious about how Oz might react — stuck the same finger in his mouth. Andsucked.
