"Booo!" Eli huffed; at the same time Logan asked in surprise, "On a Sunday?"
Oz just shrugged. "Some big thing coming up this week everyone's trying to finish up before, I guess."
Logan rolled his eyes. "Fuck, you're such a nerd. It'sHomecoming Week," he said, amused.
"So?" Oz replied dismissively, flashing Logan an impertinent smile.
"Well, it's always Homo-coming Week at Casa de Eli. Feel free to bring beer and pompoms, and those shiny tight pants you play in. They'll lookgreaton my floor."
"How — " Logan cracked a yawn. "How long before we need to leave?"
"You should stay," Oz replied after a minute. "No reason for you to rush on my account. Make sure Eli's okay after all that. And the coffee at the diner might be bad, but their waffles are decent. And more importantly, cheap."
"Oz?" Logan called as he felt the bed shift. He glanced at Eli.
"I'm a big boy. I'll be fine," Eli answered. "I'd probably fuck off to the couch to sleep by myself in half an hour, anyway."
"Your aro ass can stand one night of someone taking care of you," Oz informed him sharply, already moving as he gathered up his clothes and shoes. "I'll see you both tomorrow."
"Logan," Eli whispered, a worried note buried in the single word as he shoved at Logan's shoulder.
"Fuck that," Logan said, not needing to be told twice to know something was up with Oz. He got up quickly, slinging an arm around Oz's waist and burying his face in Oz's neck. He smelled like Eli's body wash, all zest and spice. Logan's spent cock stirred, sluggish but interested. "I'm coming with. Sleep better in our bed, anyway."
"S'notyourbed anymore, Logan," Oz said, his voice low. "And you don't have to tail me like a lost duckling. You're not my boyfriend."
But he didn't move. Didn't pull away.
"Obviously," Logan told him, rolling his eyes. "I'm not trying to be."
He almost even believed it.
Chapter 23
The Trouble with Secrets
Logan had never been particularly good at keeping secrets.
He and Ozaren'tdating. Whatever you might call what they were getting up to, it definitely wasn't that. Friends-with-benefits kinda implied they were friends, which… Sure, they got along better now. But it's not like Oz showed up to Logan's games or Logan went to…whatever nerd thing Oz was up to on Saturday nights; coming back to their room late and ordering Logan to strip and sit on the edge of their — onOz'sbed, before going at Logan as if Oz was claiming some sort of — ofbattleprize.
Look,Kronos the Barbarianhad turned out to be pretty good, alright? There were even comic books, too, which... Yeah, okay — Woop, woop: Nerd Alert. But fuck it; Oz had a bunch loaded up on his eReader, and they made for a good break after Logan finished up his homework assignments. Was it Logan's fault they might've also given him a few…ideas?
But even if Logan was borrowing Oz's books and watching his movies and getting his balls drained with a satisfying regularity; even if Oz was letting Logan drag him out to parties, provided Logan promised to play bodyguard against any further attempts at someone pulling a 'Wet Wally'; had stolen half of Logan's team hoodies, or let Logan pull him away from his games after midnight so Logan could fall asleepwithoutthe damned glow of a laptop keeping him awake…
They weren'tdating.Not that 'hooking up' was quite the right term, either. Not when Oz demanded Logan sleep in his bed every night since they'd made their deal, even when they weren't having sex.
And it… It wasn't that Logan was trying to figure out what to call this because he wanted to tell people about him and Oz. He didn't. Holy shit, he really, really didn't.
But it was hard.
It was hard, because the only person hecouldtell was the one person he didn't need to tell. Who would no doubt laugh at him for sounding so soppy, grab Logan by the hair and yank until he knelt. Who'd grind his cock against Logan's face for a bit until they both got hard, then order Logan to strip so Oz could glaze some new part of him with cum.
It was especially hard when that volleyball player Logan had hooked up with before found him at a party; asking if he'd like to follow her upstairs for another go, and Logan couldn't tell her there's no way he could get it up so soon after his roommate just sucked Logan's soul out through his cock in the bathroom not five minutes before.
Or when Madeline cornered him after practice saying she wanted to try and work it out between them; offering to blow Logan in the utility closet next to the equipment room if he kept it quiet; knowing that Oz was expecting him laid out on his bunk in ten minutes — with Logan still sweaty from practice, the kinky bastard — for a round of frot that should not feel nearly as good as it did given half the time they still hadn't manged to get their underwear off before one or both was coming in their pants.
Or when your teammates are trying to get you to come out to the bars with them, or an impromptu house party, or a double date with their girlfriend's best friend. And you're stuck telling them you're somewhat tied up tonight, and can't. Or at least…youhopeto be.
Last week, Logan had finally gotten a peek at the contents of Oz's mystery box he had stashed away at the bottom of his closet. And as anxiety-inducing as Logan found most of the items, others… Well, what Oz kept locked inside it wasbetter,was what Logan was saying. Sure as hell hadn't turned out to be a bunch of big-breasted catgirl figures, had it?
