"So what do you think, straight boy?" Oz grinned, sliding an arm around Logan's waist. "First time in a gay bar; first impressions: go!"
"It's…fine." Logan was glad his voice was swallowed by the music. Clubs had never been his scene. Too loud, too many bodies pressed too close together. It was like practice, or a game; one without any organization to it — just a mad, chaotic scrimmage set to a beat. There was an anticipatory air to the place too, that made the whole thing feel as if there was a giant orgy waiting to happen.
And the people? They were far more into each other than Logan had expected. Everywhere he looked, bodies were grinding together. Even the women, and Logan wasn't sure how to feel about that. Was guessing he wasn'tsupposedto feel any particular way about that, which left him only feeling more awkward and unsure; completely out of his depth.
If any of his teammates were there, they'd be making fools of themselves; taking pictures, whistling, trying to chat the women up. But they weren't, and he was. At least Oz was here with him, so…
"It's…nice," Logan answered lamely.
"Nice?" Oz laughed. "That's it? That's all I get? The same thing you tell your grandma about the knitted hat she gives you on Christmas?"
"No, I mean…It's…" Logan flailed. "It's good there's a — a place like this."
Oz threw him a strange look, the effect magnified by the eyeliner he'd applied just as enthusiastically to his own eyes as he'd done for Logan's.
Looks better on him, though. Sexy. Like some slinky jungle cat, eyeing up his prey…
"Well, what am I supposed to say?" Logan snapped, squirming as he remembered the feeling of Oz's hands on Logan's face; the scrunched expression as Oz concentrated; the low and husky, 'Hold still,' Oz grunted every few seconds as he swept the little brush around Logan's eyes.
Oz's hand tightened on Logan's waist, and he fought the instinct to lean closer. This deal of theirs meant Oz got to do what he liked with Logan's body, not that they were actuallydating.
"Okay," Oz finally said. "We'll leave it at 'nice' for now, then. You want another shot?"
"Yes." Logan didn't even have to think twice, desperately needing some help shoving down this feeling of — of being out of place. Of not knowing what to do.
Of not wanting Oz's hands off him, ever; his fingers warm against Logan's bare skin where the mesh of his crop-top left him nowhere to hide.
"Hey, Oz!" called a bearded man in a lurid purple jacket and hair that was more glitter than color. He slid in close to Oz. So close that Logan's hand clenched reflexively around his shot glass.
Get it together, Logan told himself.It's not like you've got any right to be— what? Jealous?
"Eli!" Oz's face lit up. "I didn't think you'd be here tonight."
He leaned in to drop a quick peck on Eli's nearest cheek, and Logan shut down his reaction tothateven more quickly, watching the newcomer in place of a better distraction.
"Yeah, plans change." This Eli's attention flicked to Logan, then he smirked. "Who's the fresh meat?"
"Down, boy!" Oz waggled a finger at him, his eyes sparkling with more than just glitter eyeshadow as he laughed. "This is my friend, Logan."
"Logan, huh?" Eli eyed him, then offered a hand like a duchess out of some movie. "Nice to meet you."
"Uh, yeah, hi," Logan managed, taking the proffered hand, and wondering if — if he was expected to kiss it or —
"Oh, you're adorable," Eli laughed as he gave Logan's fingers a hard squeeze, before releasing him.
"You should bring your blushing beau to our show," Eli said to Oz, leaning into his side as his gaze raked Logan up and down, eyes lingering on his — his kilt. "In fact, bring him backstage. I dare say I spy an egg on the verge of cracking."
"Egg?" Logan echoed, bewildered.
"Sorry, but your queer-dar is busted, Eli," Oz scoffed. "Logan's shell is made of iron. The fact that he agreed to come tonight is a minor miracle. He's only dressed up like this on a dare."
"Oh! A daring, darling man — and you bring himhere?" Eli's lips curled in a mischievous smile. "That's either very brave of you, or very stupid. Let's find out which."
"Hey —"
Before Logan could say anything, Eli's hand was back in his; tugging him towards the dance floor.
"Eli!" Oz called after them. "Wait, he's —"
