Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Tommy
Tommy knew he stress-baked when he was already on his second batch of cookies before the oven had even finished preheating properly.
The kitchen smelled like sugar and vanilla and something faintly toasted where he’d spilled batter earlier and hadn’t cleaned it fast enough.
Flour dusted the counter in uneven clouds. There was a streak of it across his forearm he hadn’t noticed, and a smudge on his cheek from where he’d pushed his hair back with the wrong hand.
He was halfway through aggressively whisking something he didn’t even remember measuring when the apartment door opened behind him.
He didn’t turn right away.
“Shoes off,” he called automatically, still focused on the bowl.
Logan’s laugh came first, low, familiar, fond.
“Yes, chef.”
A second voice followed a beat later.
“Should I be scared?”
Tommy froze mid-whisk.
He turned slowly, wooden spoon still in hand.
Chase stood just inside the doorway, gym bag slung over one shoulder, looking slightly out of place in Tommy’s flour-covered kitchen like he’d stepped into the wrong genre of scene entirely.
Tommy blinked once.
Then looked at Logan.
“You brought him here without warning me?”
Logan shrugged, completely unbothered.
“You said intentional.”
Tommy opened his mouth to protest, then realized he was still holding a whisk like a weapon and covered in baking debris.
He glanced down at himself.
Then back up at them.
“Oh my god,” he groaned, dropping the whisk into the bowl. “I look like I’ve been attacked by a pastry.”
Logan leaned casually against the counter, arms folded, eyes moving slowly over Tommy in a way that felt observant rather than critical.
“You look cute,” he said.
Chase nodded faintly in agreement.
Tommy’s face warmed immediately.
“I look unhinged,” he corrected, turning back to the counter in a huff. “There’s a difference.”
He tried to regain composure by focusing on the task again, but now he was acutely aware of both of them in the room, the shift in air when two sets of attention landed on him instead of one.
“What are you even making?” Chase asked, stepping closer.
Tommy glanced over his shoulder.
“Cookies. And maybe brownies. I don’t know. I blacked out halfway through.”
Chase laughed under his breath.
“You bake when you’re stressed?”
“I bake when I don’t know what to do with my hands,” Tommy said.
Logan pushed off the counter and moved behind him, resting his hands lightly at Tommy’s hips without interrupting what he was doing.
Grounding.
Familiar.
Tommy leaned back into it automatically.
Chase noticed.
Tommy noticed that Chase noticed.
And suddenly the kitchen felt smaller.
Logan’s voice came low near his ear.
“You gonna let him help?”
Tommy hesitated, not because he didn’t want to, but because the question carried weight beyond baking.
He glanced at Chase, who stood close enough now that Tommy could see the faint flush still sitting across his collarbone from the gym.
“Do you even know how to bake?” Tommy asked.
Chase shrugged.
“I can follow instructions.”
Tommy handed him a measuring cup without thinking.
“Then don’t freelance. That’s how you ruin everything.”
Chase smirked faintly but did as told, moving beside him at the counter.
For a few minutes, the kitchen settled into something surprisingly easy.
Chase measured ingredients carefully, glancing at Tommy for approval before pouring.
Tommy hovered slightly closer than necessary, correcting him once or twice, their shoulders brushing more often than either of them acknowledged.
Logan stayed back near the counter edge, watching the two of them move around each other.
Tommy could feel his eyes even when he wasn’t looking.
There was something warm about it.
Not possessive.
Appreciative.
Tommy reached for the flour again, and Chase reached for it at the same time.
Their hands collided lightly, sending a soft puff of flour into the air.
Tommy laughed instinctively.
Chase blinked as a dusting landed across his shirt.
“You just assaulted me,” Chase said.
“You walked into my workspace,” Tommy countered.
Chase dipped two fingers into the flour bowl and flicked it lightly toward Tommy’s arm.
Tommy gasped.
“Absolutely not…”
He grabbed a pinch and retaliated immediately, smearing a streak across Chase’s jaw before Chase could dodge.
Logan’s laugh filled the kitchen now, deep, unrestrained.
The sound did something warm to Tommy’s chest.
He liked hearing Logan laugh like that.
Chase reached for Tommy’s wrist to stop him from escalating further, but the grip lingered half a second longer than necessary.
Tommy felt the shift immediately.
Play slowed.
Breath thickened.
Chase’s hand loosened but didn’t fully release him.
Logan didn’t interrupt.
He just watched, eyes darker now, posture relaxed but attentive.
Tommy’s pulse ticked up slightly as the air between the three of them changed temperature.
He became hyperaware of where Chase’s hand rested at his wrist.
Of Logan standing just behind him.
Of how small the kitchen suddenly felt with both of them close.
Chase spoke first, voice quieter now.
“You’re covered in flour.”
Tommy swallowed faintly.
“You’re the one who started it.”
Chase lifted his hand, brushing his thumb lightly along Tommy’s cheek where flour had streaked earlier.
The gesture wasn’t rushed.
Wasn’t teasing.
It felt… deliberate.
Tommy’s breath caught before he could stop it.
Behind him, Logan shifted closer, not intervening, just placing a steady hand at Tommy’s lower back again.
Support.
Permission.
Tommy leaned into it instinctively and felt a large log confined behind his jeans.
“Why don’t you go prepare yourself and meet us in the bedroom.” Logan whispered.
The three of them stood there for a suspended second, flour dust still floating faintly in the kitchen light.
It took a minute for Tommy to catch on, then it clicked and his eyes get a half shade darker. “Ok, ill just be a minute.”
Tommy headed to the bathroom. He knew what Logan meant by get ready, they must have talked at the gym. Luckily Tommy takes supplements and is on a high fiber diet to make sure he’s ready to play. But a quick one over with the bidet is added insurance.
It didn’t take long for Tommy to finish up in the bathroom, he jumped int he shower to rinse the flower off. Gave himself a record pat down and strutted naked into the bedroom.
And just like that, he walked into an old porno.
Logan was sitting at the head of the bed, completely naked, abs flexing as he idly played with his cock.
Chase was at the opposite foot, also bare-ass naked, knees spread wide and his thick shaft already hard against his belly.
Both men turned at the sound of Tommy entering, their eyes raking over him hungrily.
Tommy’s breath hitched and his cheeks burned. He’d never seen two guys so brazenly horny for him, or for each other. “Get over here, Tommy,” Logan called with a smirk, stroking himself slowly.
Chase smacked the mattress next to him. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Tommy stumbled forward, feeling every inch of exposed skin. He knelt by Chase first.
Chase grinned wolfish and grabbed the back of Tommy’s neck, pulling him down so Tommy’s face was flush with his cock. It was huge up close, red and leaking at the tip with a bead of precum.
“Open wide,” Chase murmured.
Tommy did. The head pushed past his lips.
Chase let out a guttural groan and bucked his hips, sliding in deeper until Tommy could taste the saltiness on his tongue.
“Fuck,” Logan said appreciatively from across the bed.
Chase fisted Tommy’s hair and started guiding him up and down his shaft in a steady rhythm.
Tommy gagged a little but forced himself to relax as more slid in with each bob of his head. He moaned around the thick length and felt himself get rock hard too.
“Share?” Chase said turning and looking towards Logan.
The two men nodded. Tommy didn’t know what they talked about, but he knew that he was about to be utterly spent after these two men were done with him.
Chase released Tommy’s head. With one last lick up the shaft, Tommy pulled away and crawled up to Logan, who immediately seized him for a kiss.
Logan tasted like mint gum and male need, he shoved his tongue deep into Tommy’s mouth while grabbing his ass with both hands.
Logan broke away and looked down at Tommy’s own cock jutting out proud between them. He smirked and spat in his palm before wrapping it around Tommy’s dick and stroking it in time with their kissing.
Chase moved behind Tommy while he kissed Logan, grabbing both of their hips to pull them closer together in a tangle of limbs. He ran strong hands up and down Tommy’s sides before spreading his cheeks apart and pressing a lubed finger against Tommy's hole.
Tommy gasped into Logan’s mouth as Chase worked one then two fingers inside him, slicking him up expertly while Logan jerked him off in front.
“Got to loosen you up before we can get inside.” Chase whispered, the coolness of his breath made Tommy shiver.
“God,” Tommy whimpered, rutting against Logan while Chase finger-fucked him open from behind.
“Ready?” Chase asked, voice hoarse.
Tommy nodded frantically.
Chase lined up behind him, Tommy could feel the blunt head of Chase's cock nudging against his hole. He pressed forward until it popped inside.
The stretch made Tommy see stars; he cried out but then bit down on Logan’s shoulder to muffle it as Chase slid in inch by thick inch until his hips were flush against Tommy's ass.
“Easy there,” Logan whispered in Tommy's ear as he held him steady. But even as Logan said it he was palming Tommy’s leaking cock faster now, squeezing at the base just how he liked it.
Chase started thrusting slow and deep; every movement made sparks shoot up Tommy's spine as Logan kept kissing him hungrily. Then suddenly Chase reached forward to wrap a hand around Logan's cock too, now they were all moving together, bodies stacked tight and breathing heavy.
After a few minutes Chase pulled out abruptly and panted, “Your turn.”
Logan grinned devilishly and rolled onto his back at the headboard, beckoning for Tommy to climb on top.
Tommy swung a leg over and hovered above the flushed tip of Logan’s cock; Logan grabbed himself at the base to line up perfectly as Tommy lowered onto him slow, feeling every ridge as it filled him completely.
He bounced experimentally at first but soon found a rhythm, every time he dropped down onto Logan’s cock it rubbed right against that spot inside that made fireworks explode behind his eyes.
He lost himself in it.
But then Chase reappeared behind him again: “Hope you didn’t forget about me.”
His big hands grabbed Tommy by the waist and bent him forward until he was sprawled across Logan’s chest. Then Chase spat in his hand again for good measure before lining up, this time right alongside where Logan was already buried deep inside.
He pressed back in around the same hole so now both cocks were fighting for space inside him.
The stretch bordered on pain but somehow sent pleasure screaming through every nerve ending instead.
When both men started thrusting together, alternating or sometimes in perfect unison, Tommy howled into Logan’s neck as waves of sensation threatened to knock him out cold.
He could barely breathe between all three bodies slamming together but somehow reached down frantically to jerk himself off while they fucked him harder than anything he’d ever felt before.
It only took seconds before everything clenched tight and white-hot cum splattered across Logan's abs and chest in thick ropes.
Logan slowed his pace, and Chase, noticing the change, gradually did the same. Tommy carefully pulled himself off their cocks, his legs so shaky he needed Logan's steady hand to guide him to the edge of the bed.
Tommy felt an emptiness where his two men had just been. He reached down, his fingertips brushing against his gaping hole, stretched and used. He reached down, his gape wide open. So far so that his finger entered without touching any of his inner walls. Tommy gasp in excitement.
He watched as both men laid back side by side on the bed, their cocks rock hard and glistening.
Logan lifted an arm, inviting Chase to nestle against him.
Chase ran his hand across Logan's chest, scooping up dripping beads of Tommy’s cum.
Chase used it as lube by taking hold of both cocks together stroking them in strong rhythmic pulls; mixing Tommy’s cum with their own precum.
Tommy was completely spent but what a show.