"Eighty dollars, folks, and all of it goes to charity!"
—even when it means he'll be left standing—
"How about sixty-five?" the auctioneer asked, and Logan blinked. "Perhaps he could come as a special guest for your book club?"
—alone
The look on Oz's face as the bid was lowered made Logan's heart wrench in his chest; tighter and tighter as the auctioneer dropped the bid to fifty, and then thirty-five.
"What about twenty? Any offers at twenty? The price of a pizza and he's yours," the auctioneer said, and Logan saw his boyfriend flinch.
"Come on," Logan whispered. "Someone. Anyone.Please."
"Anyone? Anyone?" the auctioneer intoned, and Logan's fists clenched, his jaw tightening as —
"One hundred," a voice rang out.
Logan blinked, realizing it was his.
"One hundred dollars," the auctioneer repeated with relief clear in his tone. "Thank you, sir. It's for a good cause, after all."
The crowd tittered and laughed, and Logan watched the color flood back into Oz's cheeks, his face turning bright red.
"All right," the auctioneer declared. "We have one hundred. One hundred dollars, now — do I hear one fifty?"
"One fifty!" a female voice called out, eliciting a few laughs.
"Two hundred!" the male voice next to her yelled.
"Two fifty!"
"Four hundred," a gruff voice intoned, and the room went quiet.
Logan looked over at the voice's owner. Noah's dad smirked back at Logan and raised an eyebrow.
"Yes!" Noah hissed excitedly, clicking his phone off. Though not before Logan could see the messages screen, which meant he'd been texting. "Gonna make him wait on me hand and foot like a personal butler all day. He'll drop out of the house so fast your head'll spin."
"Any counterbids?" the auctioneer asked, looking over to Logan, whose stomach clenched, and he swallowed.
"Maybe I'll have him wear a costume. You think they sell those maid getups in his size?"
"Dude, you still want to buy that pair ofMark IV #PumpEmUps x The Milk Collectivehigh tops I got last month?" Logan hissed at Ashton. "Get me five hundred in cash right now, and they're yours."
Ashton's jaw dropped. "You can't be serious."
"I just saw those go for six online," Noah said, eyes narrowing.
"Yeah," Logan replied. "But cash is king, right?"
Ashton grimaced.
"Fuck, Logan!" Noah laughed. "You spend this much on your roommate, and folks are gonna think you're dating."
"So?" Logan gritted out.
"Four hundred, going once —" the auctioneer started, and the man's smirk widened.
"Only five hundred, Ashton," Logan goaded him. "Rare colorway. Still mint in box."
