"Fucking incredible," Logan confirmed, letting his head drop. "How long was I…?"
"Long enough, I think even Eli's getting the heart eyes for you," Oz answered, flashing him a grin as Eli chuckled, a warmly exhausted sound.
"You doing okay, sugar?" Eli asked, his hand smoothing gently down Logan's belly. "You need anything?"
"Water?" Logan suggested, his throat dry.
Eli grinned. "I can do that," he said, getting to his feet with a groan. "Maybe a power bar or something, too?"
"Please," Logan replied as Oz's hand cupped his face, turning Logan's head for a slow, indulgent kiss.
"I'm going to fuck him again when he gets back," Oz murmured against Logan's lips, as easily as if he'd just suggested they watch a movie. "You up for it if he wants another round after, or would you just prefer to watch us?"
"He…really?" Logan said, sparing a glance for the doorway where Eli had just left. "Twice in a night's my new best. Feels like I could sleep for a week, I'm so worn out. How's he up and making fucking snacks after that?"
Oz just laughed. "Prostate orgasms are different. They're often super intense — more than the regular kind. Some men can only handle one, if any. But for some guys, they get even better in succession."
"Like Eli?"
"There's a reason he's known as 'Robo-Bunny'." Oz's eyes sparkled as he nodded. "And here's a hint: it's not because of his collection of battery-powered toys."
"My best in one night is seven," Eli said, walking through the doorway, still completely naked. "Passed around by three luchadors who didn't even take their masks off in the bedroom. God, what an evening. Was coming dry at the end; like sneezing saw dust."
He handed Logan a glass of water and two packaged granola bars, sitting gingerly on the edge of the bed with a slight wince.
"You okay?" Logan asked.
Eli chuckled, patting him on the thigh. "I'll not offend your straight sensibilities, but let's just say I'll need to throw this old duvet in the wash tomorrow."
Logan glanced over at Oz in alarmed confusion, who grinned mischievously back at him while mouthing the word 'lube'.
"Ready to go again?" was what Oz said out loud, though; standing and reaching for another condom at Eli's eager, "Ooo, yes!"
"Then lean back," Oz said as he stroked himself into hardness. "Lay your head on Logan's stomach so he can see your face."
Eli obeyed quickly, as Oz fetched another condom and got himself ready. And as Logan lay there on the scratchy duvet, Eli's hair tickling his belly, Logan's cock spent and soft; absently brushing the hair off Eli's sweaty forehead as Oz bent him in half again, both grunting and panting as they fucked? Logan couldn't decide which he'd rather be: Oz, sunk balls deep in that life-shatteringly glorious ass, or…
Or Eli, his face a picture of infinite bliss; his cries a joyously high, keening moan; his cock dribbling a milky white cum as Oz thrust into him again and again and again…
Logan reached over, clumsily brushing the back of his hand against the side of Eli's fingers, gripping white-knuckled into the duvet. Abruptly, Eli's hand shot out, clutching Logan's tight, his face turning with a sex-drunk smile beaming blearily in Logan's general direction.
Fuck, but they were beautiful.
And Logan… he wasn't sure what that meant. What this whole night might mean, in the long run of things. But in that moment — that shining, warm glow of a moment — all Logan was certain of, was that there was nowhere else in the world he'd rather be just then than in Eli's little room; listening to the slickly obscene sound of him and Oz echoing off the walls, mingling with their grunts and moans and joyous, rapturous cries. Blended together with the sight of them, the feel; it rumbled through Logan's mind, shaking ancient barriers built fearfully high; now cracking, shattering, threatening to release something deeply dangerous that'd been held back for far, far too long…
Chapter 22
Snubbing
"Shower," Oz said as he flopped onto his back on the bed, Logan shifting over to make room. And though Eli made a raspberry sound, they both heaved themselves up on trembling legs. Logan steadied the other men as they headed towards the bathroom, stumbling and bumping into one another like rowdy puppies.
It was awkward in the small space as the three of them took turns getting clean, but soon they were toweling off and heading back into the bedroom.
Eli flopped onto his mattress spread-eagled, stretching out as Logan and Oz followed suit; curling around him, all three of them squishing together in the double bed.
"I don't have anything for breakfast," Eli warned Logan as he tried to figure out how to arrange himself. "But you're both welcome to stay. There's that place down the street if you don't mind terrible coffee."
Oz made an unhappy sound. "My project group is meeting early in the morning. I can't."
