Chapter 13 #2
Logan chuckled, pulling on clean shorts. “You almost died twice in that shower.”
“I slipped once.”
“You grabbed both of us like we were lifeboats.”
“They were emotional lifeboats,” Tommy corrected.
Chase laughed softly, leaning against the dresser as he dried his hair. The room felt different now, calmer, quieter, like the night had settled into something more intentional.
Not chaos.
Not experimentation.
Something chosen.
Tommy stretched across the bed, relaxed in a way Chase hadn’t seen before , open, unguarded, comfortable between them instead of performing for either of them.
The thought came before Chase could overthink it.
“I want to try something,” he said.
Both of them looked at him.
Not wary.
Just curious.
Chase hesitated briefly, choosing his words carefully.
“Nothing big,” he added quickly. “Just… something that stays ours.”
Tommy propped himself up on his elbows. “That sounds mysterious.”
Logan’s attention sharpened slightly, reading tone more than words.
Chase sat on the edge of the bed, closer now but not crowding. “I kept noticing how you relaxed when you felt… held. Like you knew exactly where you belonged.”
Tommy’s expression softened, listening.
“And I liked that,” Chase admitted. “Not controlling. Just… connected.”
Logan nodded faintly, understanding already forming.
Chase exhaled once before continuing.
“I was thinking maybe we give you something small to carry with you when we’re out together,” he said. “A reminder that you’re not alone in the room. That we’re both there with you.”
Tommy tilted his head slightly. “Like what?”
Chase glanced briefly at Logan, a silent check-in.
Logan didn’t look surprised.
Just interested.
“A plug,” Chase said gently. “For dinner.”
The word landed softly, without pressure.
Tommy blinked once, cheeks warming immediately.
Not embarrassment.
Awareness.
Chase continued carefully, voice quieter now.
“Not as a performance. Not for anyone else to know. Just… something private. Something that means you’re carrying both of us with you.”
Silence settled, not awkward, just thoughtful.
Logan sat beside Tommy, resting his hand lightly at the small of his back.
“That’s…” Logan started, then smiled faintly. “Actually kind of sweet.”
Tommy looked between them, heartbeat visibly picking up.
“You mean like a secret?” he asked.
Chase nodded.
“A shared one.”
Logan’s thumb traced a slow circle against Tommy’s skin. “We’d take care of you,” he added quietly. “Check in. Make sure you’re okay the whole time.”
Tommy swallowed, emotion flickering behind the nervous excitement.
The idea wasn’t just provocative.
It felt intentional.
Chosen.
“You two are ridiculous,” he murmured, but he was smiling.
Chase laughed softly. “That a yes?”
Tommy hesitated only a moment longer before nodding.
“…Yeah.”
Logan’s grin widened slightly, pride and affection mixing together.
“Then we do it right,” he said. “Slow. Comfortable. Our pace.”
Tommy relaxed back into the pillows, cheeks flushed but eyes bright.
For the first time since the hotel, since the party, since everything shifted,
this didn’t feel like chasing excitement.
It felt like building something.
Together.
And Chase realized, watching Logan’s hand remain steady on Tommy’s back while Tommy reached blindly to hook his fingers through Chase’s wrist, this wasn’t about adding someone new.
It was about learning how three people could hold the same space without anyone letting go.
“Do you guys have one?” Chase asks,
“Of course we do” Tommy replies, opening a drawer of the nightstand. “They’re all clean, i sterilize them after every use.”
That was an impressive collection, Chase thought, his eyes went wide. “Do you have a favorite?”
Tommy handed him a purple one shaped like a tear drop with a slightly flared based. He had the same one in a larger size, but after the fun they all just had Chase thought this size would do just fine.
Chase squeezes a generous amount of lube onto the purple, tapered butt plug and Tommy's eager asshole. He circles Tommy's hole with his index finger, feeling the puckered flesh quiver under his touch.
He gently eases the tip of his finger into Tommy's ass, feeling the tight, warm flesh envelop him.
"Want to give me a hand, Logan?" Chase asks, looking up at his partner.
Logan grins and lubes up his own finger, then kneels down beside Chase.
Together, they work their fingers into Tommy's ass, scissoring them to stretch his hole.
Tommy moans softly, his hips shifting in response to their intrusion. It doesn't take long before Tommy's ass is slick and stretched, ready for the plug.
Chase picks up the butt plug, pressing its tapered tip against Tommy's glistening hole.
He applies gentle pressure, and the plug begins to sink in, Tommy's ass swallowing it inch by inch. Logan holds Tommy's cheeks apart, giving Chase a better angle. Once the plug is fully seated, they both take a moment to admire the sight of Tommy's filled hole.
“Ok, Ok, lets get some food.” Tommy barked.
Logan handed Chase a cloth and carefully wipes away the excess lube from Tommy's cheeks and thighs, making sure not to dislodge the plug. Tommy shivers at the touch of the cool cloth against his sensitized skin.