"Good," Logan smiled, cupping Oz's chin with his free hand. "Then I'll do it how I want, then, if that's whatyouwant."
"It is," Oz said, his eyes glinting with humor and anticipation as Logan's gaze flicked to Oz's lips and he leaned in for a kiss.
But Logan froze, scowling as a thought struck him. "We gotta change the safe word, though."
"Oh?" Oz laughed nervously. "'Sex god' not doing it for you?"
Logan hummed, sliding his hand down the back of Oz's neck.
"No, see —mysex god is very much doing it for me," he explained. "But… I did a bit of research — "
"Research?Do tell," Oz's face lit up, before turning a little sheepish. "I, uh… I'd only done something like that once before, and he was as terrible of a Dom as he was a teacher. But I'd be happy to go over the source list for this 'research' of yours and learn. How many gigs of porn are we talking?"
"Just forums," Logan smirked, correcting himself. "Mostlyforums. But they all say a safe word's got to be something Iwouldn'tsay during sex."
"Flatterer," Oz murmured, both his hands coming up to cup Logan's cheeks as he smiled.
"Still true," Logan pointed out, before closing the last whisper of distance that remained between them, laying claim to Oz's mouth.
Chapter 28
Bunked Up
Oz sighed, his heart still beating a mile a minute under Logan's ear, with no signs of settling down.
Logan yawned, jaw cracking, before rubbing his face against Oz's sparse scattering of chest hair, holding him tight as he enjoyed their fading glow.
They could deal with Rule Six and all the rest tomorrow. But right now…
Right now? This was almost perfect.
Almost.
Logan opened his eyes as a thought struck him
"Hey Oz?"
"Yeah?" Oz murmured, pulling Logan's larger frame closer against him.
"What d'ya think about getting a place of our own next year?" Logan mused.
Oz stilled. "Like…in the dorms?" he asked, uncertain, but sounding more awake.
"Dorms, off campus — whatever we can afford," Logan replied. "Someplace that has space for a full-sized bed or two twins shoved together, instead of half a bunk."
"Oh,sold," Oz agreed vehemently.
Logan smiled, pressing a kiss to the back of Oz's neck.
Okay.Nowit was perfect.
Epilogue p1
King of the Block
Oz fidgeted on the little stage that'd been set up in the chapter room, clearly uncomfortable. No matter how sexy Logan tried to reassure his boyfriend the rented tux looked on him, Oz stood like he was awaiting his execution, rather than the auction block for their fraternity's big charity fundraiser.
At least Logan managed to convince Oz to wear a pair of his kicks, instead of the battered and scuffed dress shoes that the rental place had offered alongside the suit.Notthe brand new Series Elevens Arthur had brought by — Oz had threatened to shuffle around in his own beat-up sneakers before wearing those. But he'd given in when Logan had dug out the Break Low's in Charged Neon from the bottom of his closet, promising they'd only cost Logan fifty bucks when he'd picked them up in the store. And sure, maybe he'd left out that they'd easily go for ten times that price now after the manufacturer's factory had caught on fire, but…
