"I don't keep cash around," Ashton blew out a breath. "But I — I can raid the party funds, just as long as I have it back before anyone checks…"
"That's your business," Logan shrugged. "Otherwise, I'll list them online tomorrow, and you'll have to take your chanceswith the rest of the sneakerheads. You willing to risk the L? Or nab yourself a guaranteed win?"
Epilogue p2
Good Causes
"What about theBreak Low's Oz is wearing?" Noah asked quickly.
"Four hundred going twice — "
"What about 'em?" Logan replied, distracted as he held up his hand and flashed a four, then a five at the auctioneer.
"Four fifty! Four fifty to the gentleman in the back. How exciting, folks! Now, do I have a five, a five, a five — Yes, sir!"
Damn it. It was Noah's dad again, holding up five fingers as he frowned at something on his phone.
Glancing up, Logan met Noah's smug expression with a glare just in time to catch Noah switching his phone off.
"What d'ya say?" Noah asked, gesturing up at where Oz stood on the auction block, wearing a perplexed and slightly dazed expression on his face. "Two hundred enough for your boyfriend's honor? Or would you rather keep the kicks?"
"Six hundred going once — "
Logan collected sneakers because it made him happy, he'd said to Oz.
Ozmakes me happy.Logan decided.And one more box stacked up at the bottom of my closet can't compete with that
"Make it three," he told Noah.
Noah snorted, shaking his head. "And risk that queer sharing my spotlight? Not a chance. Two seventy-five, and that's final."
"Two seventy-five,and +you get your dad to stop bidding," Logan countered.
"Fine with me," Noah replied. "Deal?"
"Five hundred going twice — "
"Done," Logan agreed, holding out his hand to shake.
After I have Oz fuck my thighs again or something while he's wearing them, of course
As soon as Noah gripped his hand, Logan's other hand flashed up.
"Six hundred!" Logan yelled, the words spilling out of him, and the room fell silent.
There was a beat, and then —
"Six…hundred," the auctioneer murmured, peering around the room. "Son, are you sure? That's quite a lot of money at your age."
"He's worth every bit of it," Logan said, fighting to keep from looking over at Oz, fearing he'd only find him wearing a furious expression. "And it's, um… It's for a good cause." Logan shrugged.
"Oh, uh… Yes, it certainly is," the auctioneer agreed, obviously flustered. "Well then! Six hundred to beat. Do I hear seven hundred?"
Logan swore as Noah's dad waved at the auctioneer again, his ear pressed to his phone.
"Who's he talking to?" Noah muttered.
"Seven hundred going once — "
