Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Chase
Now that Tommy is taken care of, Chase wondered if Logan would let them take care of each other next.
Chase's gaze lingered on Logan, who was sprawled out on top of the bed, his erect cock standing tall, glistening with precum.
Logan lifted a muscular arm, inviting Chase to lie beside him. Chase settled in, his own thick cock pulsing with anticipation.
He dipped his fingers into the sticky puddle of Tommy's cum on Logan's chest, using it as lube to grip both his and Logan's cocks together.
The room filled with their synchronized moans, their bodies shuddering with each stroke.
They turned to face each other, their eyes locking. Chase leaned in, his voice a low growl, "Let me ground you."
Logan imperceptibly nodded, and their mouths crashed together in a hungry, desperate kiss. Teeth clashed, tongues explored, and they consumed each other's moans.
Chase's hand worked their cocks faster, the slick sound of flesh on flesh echoing in the room.
Logan's hips began to buck, fucking into Chase's grip. Chase broke the kiss, panting, "I'm close."
Logan grunted in response, his body tensing as he chased his own orgasm.
Their cocks swelled and pulsed in Chase's hand. Logan came first, ropes of hot cum shooting across his chest and onto Chase's hand.
The sight and feel of Logan's orgasm sent Chase over the edge. He groaned deeply, his cock throbbing as he added his own release to the mess on Logan's chest.
Their mixed cum dripped down Logan's sides, pooling on the bedsheet beneath them. Their bodies shuddered with aftershocks, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they rode out their shared orgasm.
It took a few moments for the world to fade back into reality.
Tommy was already up. “I need a shower,” he muttered, half embarrassed, half laughing at himself.
Logan smirked faintly.
“Yeah,” he said. “We all do.”
Chase hesitated only a second before following them down the hallway.
He had expected the apartment to feel different after.
He just hadn’t expected how different.
The kitchen still smelled faintly like sugar and vanilla, the evidence of Tommy’s stress baking abandoned across the counters, flour dusted like snowfall over half-finished trays, a whisk tipped sideways in a bowl that no one had bothered to clean.
Domestic chaos.
But it didn’t feel messy in a careless way.
It felt lived in.
Warm.
The bathroom was too small for three people. That became obvious immediately.
Steam hadn’t even built yet, but the space already felt crowded with bodies and movement and nowhere to stand without brushing into someone else.
Tommy stepped in first, reaching to turn the water on, testing the temperature with his wrist like he always did, careful, particular, grounded even in something as simple as that.
Logan leaned against the counter, arms folded, watching him with that same quiet attentiveness.
Chase stayed near the doorway at first, unsure where to stand without disrupting something that had existed long before he’d entered it.
Tommy glanced back at him.
“You coming in or supervising?” he teased lightly.
Chase huffed a quiet laugh and stepped further inside, followed by Logan before shutting the door behind him.
There was a brief, awkward shuffle as all three of them adjusted to the limited space, shoulders brushing, feet repositioning, the unspoken choreography of three men trying to occupy one small shower area without stepping on each other.
The water warmed slowly, steam beginning to curl against the mirror.
Tommy stepped under it first with a soft exhale, tilting his head back as the spray hit his shoulders.
Logan followed, standing just behind him, close enough that the water caught both of them unevenly, Tommy absorbing most of the stream while Logan caught what spilled over.
Chase waited his turn without thinking about it, leaning one shoulder lightly against the tile wall.
It struck him then, how unguarded the moment was.
No performance.
No tension.
Just three men, tired and loose and quietly content after something that had shifted all of them.
Tommy peeked one eye open.
“You’re gonna freeze over there,” Logan said.
Chase stepped forward reluctantly, squeezing into the narrow space until the water finally reached him too.
It was warm.
Grounding.
He let out a slow breath as steam thickened around them, blurring the edges of the room.
They rotated instinctively after a minute, Tommy stepping aside so Logan could rinse off more fully, Chase shifting back to make room.
At one point, Tommy nearly slipped on the tile, grabbing both of them at once to steady himself.
Logan laughed first, low and surprised, while Chase caught his arm to keep him upright.
“Careful,” Logan murmured, brushing water from Tommy’s shoulder.
“I’m fine,” Tommy insisted, though he didn’t let go right away.
The shower wasn’t built for three people. Elbows bumped. Knees knocked. Someone kept accidentally turning the water colder whenever they shifted too far toward the wall.
It should have felt awkward.
Instead, it felt strangely easy.
Tommy reached blindly for the shampoo bottle, squinting through the steam. “Okay, hold still,” he said, already tipping it into his palm.
“For who?” Logan asked.
“For me,” Tommy said immediately. “I’m taking charge before one of you drowns us.”
Logan snorted.
Tommy stepped closer to Chase first, fingers gentle as he worked shampoo into his hair. Chase froze for half a second, surprised by the softness of it, before relaxing under Tommy’s touch.
Tommy hummed faintly as he worked, completely focused, thumbs moving in slow circles at Chase’s scalp.
“You’re really good at this,” Chase admitted quietly.
“I have excellent life skills,” Tommy replied. “Very marketable.”
Logan laughed behind them.
Tommy rinsed him carefully, guiding Chase’s head under the spray with surprising authority for someone half his size.
“Okay, turn,” Tommy said.
Chase obeyed automatically.
When Tommy finished, Chase hesitated, then reached for the bottle himself.
“Uh,” he started, suddenly unsure. “Can I…?”
Tommy blinked at him. “Can you what?”
Chase glanced toward Logan, who was leaning back against the tile, water running over his shoulders.
“Wash him?” Chase finished, sounding faintly embarrassed by the question.
Logan raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.
“You asking permission?”
Chase shrugged awkwardly. “Feels polite.”
Logan considered him for a second, then stepped forward without another word, ducking his head slightly.
“Go ahead.”
Chase poured shampoo into his hand, trying very hard to act normal about it. Logan’s hair was thicker than Tommy’s, darker when wet, and Chase found himself concentrating more than necessary as he worked the soap through.
Logan closed his eyes almost immediately.
A quiet sound escaped him, not dramatic, just content.
Chase’s movements slowed instinctively, more careful now, fingers pressing lightly as he rinsed the soap away.
For a moment, none of them spoke.
The only sound was water and breathing.
Tommy watched them, expression softening into something fond.
“Well,” he said finally, breaking the quiet, “this is new.”
Logan opened one eye. “Jealous?”
Tommy grinned. “No. Honestly I’m impressed. Logan usually showers like he’s mad at water.”
“That is not true,” Logan protested.
“It absolutely is,” Tommy said. “You stand there for thirty seconds, declare yourself clean, and leave.”
“I am efficient.”
“You are suspiciously fast,” Tommy corrected.
Chase laughed, the tension dissolving completely now.
Tommy reached forward, smoothing water down Logan’s shoulder like he was inspecting the work. “Wow,” he added dramatically. “He’s actually clean. We should mark the calendar.”
Logan rolled his eyes but smiled anyway, tugging Tommy closer under the spray until all three of them were squeezed together again.
Steam curled around them, warm and soft.
For a few quiet seconds, nobody moved.
No expectations.
No tension.
Just shared warmth and the strange, comforting realization that fitting together didn’t feel forced anymore.
It felt natural.
Chase realized he’d never had a moment like this with someone he was intimate with, let alone two people at once, where the intimacy wasn’t charged or performative.
It felt domestic in a way that caught him off guard.
He found himself watching Tommy again, the way he relaxed under the water, the way Logan’s hand automatically checked his balance when he shifted.
The instinct to protect him rose naturally, not competitively.
Shared.
The water shut off reluctantly, steam still clinging to the mirrors as they stepped out one at a time.
Tommy went first, wrapping himself in a towel that was slightly too big for him, fabric swallowing his shoulders as he rubbed at his wet hair. Logan followed, already reaching automatically for another towel and draping it over Tommy’s head before drying himself.
When they finished, the three of them stepped out in another brief shuffle of limbs and towels, steam spilling into the hallway as the door opened.
Tommy laughed breathlessly as he dried his hair.
“We definitely need a bigger shower if this becomes a regular thing.”
Logan smirked.
“Planning ahead already?”
Tommy rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it.
Chase leaned against the doorframe, towel slung low at his hips, watching the two of them move around each other in familiar patterns , then realizing he didn’t feel like he was observing from outside anymore.
He felt… included.
The realization settled warmly in his chest.
He spoke before he could overthink it.
Chase watched the exchange quietly.
It wasn’t dramatic affection.
It was practiced.
Instinctive.
The kind built from years of knowing exactly how someone liked to be taken care of.
Something tightened warmly in his chest.
Tommy padded back into the bedroom ahead of them, leaving damp footprints across the floor.
“God,” he sighed, flopping onto the bed, “I feel like a human again.”