"Any of it," Oz said, his eyes searching Logan's. "All of it. You sure you're okay with this?"
Logan shrugged, feeling awkward, suddenly. Like they were standing at the edge of the line that marked where his deal with Oz ended, and Logan's own curiosity began.
"I'll do what you tell me to do," he answered simply, gaze dropping away from that piercing expression.
Oz's hand was warm and firm as he caught Logan's chin, however, yanking his attention up to meet the other man's eyes.
"Logan, you're not listening — "
"No," Logan argued, shaking his head. Fuck, his hands were trembling. How weird was that? Quickly, he gripped Oz's arms, steadying them.
"Iamlistening, Oz," Logan said quietly, hoping he could make the other man see. "Now you listen to me: I — Ineedyou to tell me what to do."
"Logan…"
"I want you to," Logan barreled on. "But, Ineedyou to, too. Please, Oz? I'm not… I'm not like you — "
Surprisingly sexy, confident, and experienced in ways I never had any clue…
"I don't want to screw this up, too," Logan finished lamely.
Oz eyed him for a minute, before relenting. "Alright, babe. I hear you. Just promise me —"
"I'll tap out if I need to," Logan agreed. "Safe word and all. I swear."
The sound of the shower running was loud in the little apartment, but not louder than the thumping of Logan's heart as Oz considered him a moment longer.
But then the other man shook his head, tugging lightly on Logan's shirt. "Let's get you ready. C'mon," he murmured, catching the waistband of Logan's kilt, the fabric clinging stubbornly to his hips, brushing the tops of his thighs. "I can't afford to have cum stains dry cleaned out. Again."
Logan shivered, but Oz's fingers were quick and sure, tugging the tank top and mesh shirt up and over Logan's head. He hesitated again, making Logan's stomach flutter, hands sliding across Logan's chest before Oz helped him step out of his kilt and underwear, kicking them to the side.
For all that they'd done so far, there was something about this moment held a strange intimacy. Standing there, completely naked and barefoot in a strange apartment; said stranger off in the bathroom, preparing himself to get fucked by Oz, or Logan, or… or both, Logan still wasn't fully clear what was on offer here. And yet, despite the oddness of this entire night, none of that seemed to matter as much as the sweep of Oz's attention over Logan's exposed form. He found himself straightening,preeningunder that gaze, trying not to tremble with the way it felt to have a fully clothed Oz's eyes just… drink Logan in like this.
Oz's Adam's Apple bobbed as he swallowed. "You mind if I put on some music or something?"
"Go ahead," Logan replied, hardly trusting himself to speak.
"Any requests?" Oz asked as he fished out his phone.
"Whatever you like," Logan whispered, stepping in closer. "Whatever you want."
To see what kind of music Oz pickedwhen he was trying to set a mood, Logan lied to himself; breathing deeply as he brought his hands up to rub at the other man's arms.
"What I want, is for you to get on the bed, honeybuns."
Logan bit his lip, then did as he was told; neck and shoulders heating at being on hands and knees, his ass at Oz's eye height…
"Oh my word," Oz breathed. "Now that's a picture. I — uh… I meant, lie down on your back, head on the pillows."
Logan flushed even hotter, but did as he was told, lying on his back under Oz's heavy gaze.
"Perfect, like that," Oz encouraged as he began to strip. "And spread your legs for me? Excellent. Okay, and put your arms over your head and leave them there, alright? I promise, if you keep them there, we're going to make you feel so good."
"Oz," Logan grunted, feeling weird and vulnerable, laid out this way as Oz just…watched.
"I've got you, babe." Oz's smile was warm and reassuring as he knelt on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. The sound of the shower shut off, but Logan's attention was fully captured by Oz's palms smoothing up Logan's inner thighs, his touch making Logan's skin quiver in its wake. "Just keep your hands right there for me, alright?"
Logan nodded.
