Chapter 2
Chapter Two
Logan
Logan’s first thought was, The hotel room was too beige.
Beige walls. Beige carpet. Generic art bolted to the wall like it had never meant anything to anyone.
The kind of room designed for moments that weren’t supposed to follow you home.
Logan expected nerves, expected jealousy, maybe even regret, but instead he felt sharply aware, like every part of him had settled into focus the moment the hotel room door clicked shut behind them.
Tommy, on the other hand, was pacing.
Not big movements. Just tight little laps between the bed and the window, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands as he checked his phone for the fourth time in two minutes.
Logan watched him for a while before speaking.
“You still good?” Logan asked.
Tommy nodded too fast.
“Yeah.”
“You’re going to wear a hole in the carpet if you keep pacing.”
Tommy stopped mid-step. “I’m not pacing.”
“You absolutely are.”
Tommy huffed, running a hand through his hair. “I just I don’t know what I’m supposed to do right now.”
Before Logan an answer they are interrupted by a buzz form Tommy’s phone.
Tommy sighs and tosses it onto the mattress.
Both of them looked down at it.
Tommy groaned immediately.
“Nope.”
He flipped it over, and dropped it back onto the bed like it had personally offended him.
Logan raised an eyebrow. “Everything okay?”
“It’s my mom.”
“And that’s bad because…?”
Tommy dragged a hand over his face. “Because she’ll want to talk. Like talk talk.”
The phone buzzed again.
Logan leaned back against the dresser, arms folding loosely.
“No one’s here yet,” he said. “You should answer. What if it’s important?”
Tommy hesitated, clearly debating ignoring it anyway.
The phone buzzed a third time.
“…Fine,” Tommy muttered, grabbing it and answering. “Hi, Mom.”
Logan turned slightly away, giving him space without actually leaving the conversation. He busied himself straightening the bedside table, listening only in fragments.
“Yes, I got your texts.”
“No, I’m not working tonight.”
“I’m just… out.”
Tommy paced slowly as he talked, voice shifting into that softer, automatic tone people used with family.
Logan found himself smiling faintly at it.
Tommy rarely sounded younger , but he did now.
“Oh, that’s this weekend?” Tommy said suddenly.
He glanced toward Logan, eyes rolling slightly in silent apology before turning away again.
“Yeah, of course I remember her.”
A pause.
Logan caught the change immediately, Tommy’s posture straightening, attention sharpening.
“Fifty?” Tommy said. “Wow.”
Another pause.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll come.”
Logan looked up at that.
Tommy nodded to himself as if his mother could see him.
“No, I’ll bring Logan. Of course.”
He listened another minute, offering small reassurances before finally ending the call.
The room felt quieter when he lowered the phone.
Logan tilted his head. “Everything okay?”
Tommy sighed, dropping onto the bed beside him.
“Yeah. Just… my mom’s best friend is having this huge birthday party this weekend.” Tommy said, lips pressed thin. it wasn’t enough of a distraction.
Logan didn’t like when Tommy got stressed. He pushed himself off the dresser and crossed the room, calm and deliberate. He reached into their overnight bag and pulled something out, holding it behind his back for a second.
Tommy narrowed his eyes. “What’s that?”
Logan smiled faintly.
“Insurance.”
He handed it over.
Tommy unfolded the fabric and blinked.
“A jockstrap?”
Logan nodded. “Figured you’d need the right equipment.”
Tommy laughed nervously, turning it over in his hands. “You packed this?”
“Yeah.”
There was no embarrassment in Logan’s voice, just quiet certainty.
Before Tommy could ask more, Logan reached back into the bag again and produced a pack of condoms and a large pump bottom of water based lube. Logan paled all that on the dresser and then reached back in the bag for three permanent markers, dropping them into Tommy’s palm.
Tommy stared at them.
“…Why do I feel like I should be concerned?”
Logan shrugged, one corner of his mouth lifting.
“You said you wanted to remember tonight.”
Tommy’s brows drew together in confusion.
Logan stepped closer, voice lowering slightly, more intimate now.
“Instead of marking you,” he said, tapping the jockstrap lightly, “we keep score on that.”
Realization spread slowly across Tommy’s face.
“A tally?”
Logan nodded.
“Souvenir,” he said simply. “Something you keep after. Something that’s ours.”
Tommy’s expression softened, nerves easing into something warmer, steadier.
“That’s actually…” He laughed quietly. “That’s kind of sweet.”
Logan reached up, brushing his thumb briefly along Tommy’s jaw.
He wasn’t afraid of losing Tommy, he was afraid of becoming the part Tommy didn’t need anymore.
“I’m here for all of it,” he said. “Not just watching. Taking care of you too.”
The words settled between them, grounding the room.
Tommy looked down at the jockstrap again, then back up.
“You really thought this through.”
Logan’s smile turned softer, more honest.
“Yeah,” he admitted. “Because this only works if we’re doing it together.” Logan stepped closer anyway, resting his hands on Tommy’s hips.
Solid.
Warm.
Familiar.
“But remember, we can leave,” he said quietly. “No one knows we’re here.”
Tommy’s blue eyes flicked up at him. Nervous. Excited. “I don’t want to leave.”
That did something to Logan’s chest.
Not fear.
Pride.
He kissed Tommy’s temple once. Grounding.
“Alright,” he said.
They set rules again. Logan stays the whole time.
Logan can stop it.
Tommy comes home with him.
Tommy had repeated that last one like a promise.
“Lets get you lubed up before they start showing up.”
The first guy was easy.
Mid-twenties. Polite. Over-eager. He dropped his pants as soon as he walked in. He had a bit of a belly hiding under his shirt and an average sized cock. Nothing compared to what Tommy usually takes.
No one spoke. The man gave a nob in Logans direction and then smiled at Tommy.
Logan watched as Tommy climbed on the bed, wearing only his new jock, face down in the pillows.
The man, already hard slid on a condom and worked it with a fist full of lube. No warm up, no foreplay, he dove right in, sheathing his cock in Tommy to the base. He let out a moan.
Logan moved to the head of the bed, fisting Tommy’s hair and tiling his head back to better read his facial expression. Tommy smiled.
This continued for a few more minutes and Logan watched more than he participated. He studied Tommy instead, the way his breathing shifted, the way he looked up into Logan eyes.
Each time, Logan placed a steady hand at his shoulder.
I’m here.
The man finished in a roar and withdrew from Tommy with haste. Logan eyed the man carefully as he disposed of the condom, ran a single line through the strap of Tommy jock, and muttered a thanks.
It wasn’t long before the next guy arrived. He felt similar despite being about 20 years older, grey hair thinning on top, and exuding silver fox.
Different face. Same rhythm.
Logan expected jealousy to spike.
It didn’t.
Instead, something hotter coiled in his stomach.
Watching Tommy be wanted did something primal to him.
Possessive.
Electric.
He didn’t want to interrupt.
He wanted to witness.
The third and fourth blurred together.
More bodies. More energy. More noise.
Logan noticed something shift in Tommy by then.
Not discomfort.
Drift.
Tommy’s responses became automatic. Participating, but not sinking into it. engaging lightly, but not fully present.
He looked beautiful.
But distant.
Logan’s hand found the back of his neck again, thumb pressing into warm skin.
Tommy exhaled at the touch.
Relief.
That detail lodged in Logan’s chest.
After number four left they had a moment to breath and Logan hurried to get water for Tommy. It was important he stay hydrated.
“How are you feeling? Still want to keep going?”
“yeah, I’m no quitter. How many more signed up?”
Logan pulled out his phone and checked the time. It was only 9:30. “There are three more guys who signed up but two never responded to my confirmation.”
The conversation was interrupted by the fifth knock.
Tommy was kneeling on the bed, hair slightly disheveled, breath uneven but controlled. His hoodie long gone, skin flushed lightly from heat and attention. Four lines drawn on the band of his jockstrap.
“Can I just be face down ass up for this one?” Tommy begged, voice cute.
“Do whatever you want babe, this is for you. And no pressure, I’ll tell him to fuck off if your done. Even if he’s mid pump.”
Tommy shot a smile to Logan before burying his face in the pillows.
Logan knew Tommy was exhausted, its been a long go, and the last one went pretty rough. He crossed the room and opened the door.
And the air shifted.
Logan felt something new then.
Not arousal.
Nerves.
The man standing there didn’t smile immediately.
He didn’t scan the room hungrily.
He stood tall, taller the Logan. Controlled. Green eyes steady. Blonde hair pushed back like he’d run a hand through it on the way in. An army of Butterflies did somersaults in Logan’s stomach while Thor filled the doorway without trying.
He stepped aside to let him in.
Tommy hadn’t looked yet.
He was still facing the bed, ass up in the air. It was inviting.
Logan moved back toward him automatically.
His hand slid along Tommy’s spine, grounding.
The man stepped closer.
Slow.
Measured.
No rush.
Logan watched the way his gaze landed on Tommy’s ass, not scattered, not hungry. He was the only man tonight who didn’t come off as rushed.
Much to Logan’s surprise the blonde giant dropped to his knees and shoved his face in Tommy’s hole.
Tongue circling the entrance and pushing in slightly.
Tommy head jerked up and a moan escaped his mouth.
Logan took up position at the head of the bed next to Tommy and held him, wrapping his arms around the small framed man.
A deep inhale followed by a low growl escaped the blonde giant, it was enough to get Logan’s cock ready as well.
This man was focused, and thoroughly enjoying stretching Tommy’s hole.
Tommy’s body reacted differently to this man then the ones before.
Logan saw it instantly.
The subtle arch in his back.
The deeper inhale.
The way his fingers tightened against the sheets and Logan’s shirt.
Tommy hadn’t seen him yet.
Hadn’t even turned his head.
But Logan knew he was enjoying it.
Logan watched as the blonde man stood up and removed his cock from his pants.
He was thick, heavier than any of the others’.
Heavier then Logan’s, which was something he noted, and he felt a strange pang of something he couldn’t quite name, when he saw it.
It wasn’t jealousy. Not exactly. It was more like awe, a strange reverence for the man’s dominance, the way he commanded the room without saying a word.
The blonde’s hand slipped between Tommy’s cheeks, fingers slick with lube, and Logan watched, transfixed, as he worked Tommy open, his movements slow and deliberate, every inch of him exuding control.
Tommy’s breath hitched, his body tensing slightly, but he didn’t speak, didn’t protest. His trust in Logan, in this moment, was absolute.
The blonde’s fingers disappeared in Tommy entrance, teasing, stretching, and Logan’s hand tightened on Tommy’s neck, his thumb pressing into the warm skin there, grounding him, reminding him that he was there, that he wasn’t alone.
Tommy exhaled, a soft, shuddering breath, his body relaxing into the touch, his ass pressing back into the man’s hand.
The blonde withdrew his fingers, and Logan’s eyes were drawn to the way he positioned himself, the way he gripped the base of his cock, guiding it to Tommy’s entrance.
Realization sunk in, Logan’s mouth dry, and voice cracked, “Condom.”
The blonde obliged. He slid the condom on with one hand then returned to Tommy. There was no hurry, no rush, just the slow, steady press of his hips as he sheathed himself inside Tommy, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt.
The blonde began to move, his hips rolling in slow, deliberate thrusts, each one drawing a soft gasp from Tommy’s lips.
Logan was utterly turned on. His own cock rock hard.
There was no hurry, no rush, just the steady rhythm of his body moving against Tommy’s, the sound of skin against skin filling the room.
Logan tilted Tommy’s head so there eyes met. Logan could see that Tommy was trying to adjust to the blondes size, “You’re doing so good baby, I’m so proud of you.”
Tommy smiled, and Logan started rocking with him, absorbing the impact of the thrusts.
Moans poured out of Tommy’s mouth. Logan watched as the blonde Adonis looked pleased with his work. Logan could feel Tommy squeeze, his whole body getting tight.
“Ohhh…. baby…. ahhhh!” Tommy screamed throwing himself up out of the bed, back pressed to the blondes chest.
“I’m guna cum.” He cried. Eyes full of fear and pleasure as he locked onto Logan. Tommy looked like he was riding the edge of an orgasm and Logan watched as the Blonde knew just what to do. It was like he knew all the spots to press and the way to hold him.
Tommy yelled a moan as ropes of cum shot across the bed and Logan.
He’s never cum hands free for me before. Logan thought, but the jealous and fear was quickly pushed away by the pleasure painted over Tommy’s face as he basked in the afterglow of orgasm.
“That was hot.” The blonde man says with a big smile.
Tommy’s eyes going wide as he slowly turns his head towards the man.
The blonde mans deep voice cracked, “Tommy?”