Logan frowned, guilt slamming through him that he'd upset Oz when he'd only meant to — "Hetouchedyou."
Oz rolled his eyes. "Yeah, he did. Brett was being his usual charming self. But while I admit, watching you K.O. him would be the highlight of my year, I promise: it's not worth you getting arrested."
"I only punched him," Logan replied. "Once."
"You," Eli huffed, gesturing with his hand at all of Logan's six-foot-one, two-hundred-and-fifty-seven pounds of game-ready muscle; all poured into Oz's too-tight clubbing clothes and covered in about seventy pounds of body glitter. "Punched him at agay. bar.you. idiot. You don't think the cops already take any and every excuse to harass us queers, even before your sweet ass offered them something like this on a silver platter?"
"I'm not going to get arrested," Logan scoffed, though he was less sure now. "And I'm not q— …gay," he corrected himself, his tongue tripping around the forbidden word.
"What you are, is a fucking idiot," Eli snapped, throwing his arms up in exasperation.
"Hey!" Oz stepped between them, glaring at Eli. "Logan's not an idiot, okay? He's just… He's new to all this. Cut him some slack."
Eli huffed, rolling his eyes, but didn't argue.
"Logan," Oz started, turning back to him. "I dunno if you thought you were defending my honor, or whatever the fuck that was, but —"
"Ride's here," Eli said as a car pulled up at the mouth of the alley. "Where are we going?"
"It's Logan's call," Oz told him as they headed for the waiting vehicle. "We can all go home, or…"
"Or," Logan replied vehemently as they got in, not ready for the night to end. Not wanting to feel like he'd been the one to end it. "Whatever 'or' is. My vote's that one."
"My place?" Eli suggested, then glanced over at Logan. "Not sure if you're interested in a little extra fun, or an evening ofactualmovies and chill, but my roommate's gone for the weekend. Got the entire apartment to myself."
"Logan?" Oz murmured, the warmth of his fingers a promise as they brushed the back of Logan's neck. "Want to go over to Eli's?"
Logan bit his lip, considering, his mind spinning. He was a little buzzed, and a lot worked up, and his whole body was singing with the high of being on the dance floor. He didn't want to head home yet. Not when his veins were still full of the thrill, the feeling of bodies pressed close and hungry hands as they roamed.
And then there was the way Eli was looking at him. At them both. Like maybe Logan wasn't the only one who'd enjoyed their time on the dance floor. Like maybe —
"Logan?" Oz prodded, squeezing his neck.
"Sure," Logan breathed. "Sound fucking great."
"Oh, I like this one, Logan," Eli purred as the car took off, snuggling up on Logan's other side. "You should keep him."
"Maybe I will." Oz's tone was light, teasing, and yet —
It settled in Logan's gut, and lower, a feeling he'd never experienced before. Something hot and heavy. Hungry.Wanting
"So," Eli said, sliding his palm over Logan's thigh. "Just to be clear: we're all going to fuck, right?"
"Jesus," Logan choked, his eyes flying open.
Oz chuckled. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Logan," Oz reminded him. But his hand was still on the back of Logan's neck, the possessive curl of his fingers sending a thrill down Logan's spine. "This is outside of our deal."
Logan glanced over at him, but didn't voice the disagreement grumbling away in his mind.
It…made it easier, if he kept on pretending this all was part of their bargain. Logan just wasn't sure what to do with that yet.
"Well, how about it?" Eli asked, giving his thigh a squeeze. "You want to join us?"
Logan thought of the way it had felt on the dance floor. To have all those other guys' hands on him. To have Eli grinding against his ass as Oz danced in Logan's arms. How his blood had sang, and his heart had pounded, and his body had thrummed with desire.
If he said no… It's not like he'd get another chance to feel that again, was he? Not once he and Oz's deal was over. Not once he was straight again.
"I do what Oz tells me to," Logan managed. "Or…who, I guess."
