Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Logan
Logan stayed still for a long moment after setting Tommy down.
Tommy barely made it under the blankets before sleep claimed him.
One slow exhale, shoulders melting into the mattress, lashes resting against flushed cheeks completely spent, completely safe. Logan pulled the comforter up over him automatically.
Habit.
Care.
Something deeper than either.
Tommy shifted once, instinctively chasing warmth even in sleep, and Logan's chest tightened at the sight of it. He brushed damp hair away from Tommy's forehead.
"You did good," he murmured quietly, though Tommy was already gone to dreams.
Behind him, the apartment settled into late-night quiet - refrigerator humming, pipes ticking faintly, the distant sound of traffic far below.
Chase lingered near the bedroom doorway, half-dressed again, clearly trying not to intrude.
Logan noticed immediately.
Chase always seemed aware of space. Of boundaries. Like he was waiting to be told where he belonged.
"You heading out?" Logan asked softly.
Chase nodded once.
"Probably should. Long night."
His voice stayed casual, but Logan heard the hesitation underneath it, the uncertainty of someone who didn't know what came next.
Logan looked back at Tommy. Then back at Chase.
"Stay."
The word came out simple.
Certain.
Chase paused. "You sure?"
Logan leaned against the edge of the bed, arms folding loosely across his chest.
"Yeah," he said. "I don't think tonight ends with you leaving."
That landed between them heavier than flirtation. Chase studied him carefully.
"You asking because he'd want that," he said, nodding toward Tommy, "or because you do?"
Logan considered the question honestly.
"Both," he answered.
Silence stretched, not uncomfortable, just full.
Chase stepped farther into the room. Logan noticed the way his gaze drifted briefly to Tommy sleeping between them, expression softening in a way that wasn't lust anymore.
Something warmer.
Something protective.
Logan exhaled slowly.
"I'm still wired," he admitted after a moment.
Chase huffed a quiet laugh. "Yeah. Same."
Neither of them elaborated. They didn't need to. The night had been too charged, too emotional, too intimate to simply turn off.
Logan ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head slightly. "Watching him tonight…" He trailed off, searching for words. "I didn't expect it to hit me like that."
Chase leaned against the dresser. "You looked calm."
"I was," Logan said. "On the outside."
A small smile pulled at Chase's mouth. "And inside?"
Logan met his eyes. "Inside I wanted to touch him every second."
The honesty hung there.
Chase nodded slowly.
"Yeah."
Another quiet beat passed. Logan gestured toward the living room.
"Come on. Let him sleep."
They moved quietly out of the bedroom, leaving the door cracked open.
The apartment felt smaller without Tommy's energy filling it, quieter, but still warm.
Logan sank onto the couch, tension finally catching up with him. Chase sat beside him, close but not crowding.
For a moment neither spoke.
Then Logan laughed under his breath. "This is new."
Chase smiled faintly. "Understatement."
Their shoulders brushed. Neither moved away. The closeness felt natural now, less charged than earlier, more curious than urgent.
Logan turned slightly toward him.
"You okay with all this?"
Chase nodded.
"Yeah. More than I expected." A pause. Then, quieter: "I like who he is with you."
Logan absorbed that.
"And I like who he is with you," he admitted.
The confession shifted the air between them, not competitive, not territorial.
Aligned.
Logan's hand landed briefly on Chase's shoulder, grounding without thinking.
Chase's breath caught faintly, but he didn't pull away.
The moment stretched. Heat lingered beneath it, not aggressive, not demanding. Just shared awareness.
Logan exhaled. "We should probably… deal with the rest of this energy."
Chase laughed softly. "Probably."
They leaned closer, tentative at first, a mutual check-in more than a decision, and when their foreheads briefly touched, it felt less like escalation and more like agreement.
Logan's hand slipped to the back of Chase's neck like it belonged there, fingers sliding into hair still a little damp with sweat.
He didn't yank, didn't press, just held.
Steady.
Logan's own pulse was thudding hard enough he could feel it in his fingertips.
Chase's breath hitched, and Logan caught the edge of it, the way Chase's lips parted and his teeth flashed, not quite a smile, not quite a dare, but something that made Logan want to press his mouth to him and just take. So he did.
The kiss was nothing like before.
Nothing like the easy give-and-take of earlier, or the way they'd both circled Tommy with careful hands and careful words.
This was rougher, hungrier, the kind of kiss you gave to someone who could take it and give it right back.
Logan pressed him into the cushions and Chase met him, not backing down, not even a little bit. Their teeth knocked together, Logan's stubble scraping Chase's jaw, and Chase's hands digging into Logan's shirt so tight he could probably feel the seams threatening to rip.
Neither of them was built for gentle. Not really. Logan's thigh slotted between Chase's, and Chase ground down on him, hips rolling sharp and deliberate.
There was nothing shy about the way Chase moved, nothing hesitant about the way he kissed back, open-mouthed and greedy.
Logan could taste sweat, a hint of beer from earlier, salt and something that was pure Chase.
He wanted to drink it in, every last drop, wanted to see if Chase would break first or if he'd just take everything Logan could give him and ask for more.
Chase's hands got under Logan's shirt, palms splaying over his ribs, nails dragging hard enough to leave marks.
Logan groaned into his mouth, shoved back harder, pinning Chase to the back of the couch.
They were both already half hard, the friction of jeans and sweatpants doing nothing to hide it.
Chase bit at Logan's lower lip, just to see what he'd do.
Logan kissed him harder for it, hand sliding up to cup Chase's jaw, thumb pressing at the hinge until Chase opened up for him, breath coming in short, hot bursts.
It was a mess. A good one.
Logan wanted to see Chase come apart, wanted to see what he sounded like when he stopped trying to play it cool.
He popped the button on Chase's jeans, dragged the zipper down, and shoved a hand inside.
Chase was already leaking, straining against the fabric, and the noise he made when Logan wrapped a hand around him was nothing short of filthy.
Logan grinned against his mouth, pumping him slow at first, then rougher, just to feel the way Chase's thighs tensed up and his hips jerked.
Chase got a hand down Logan's waistband, fingers curling around him, and Jesus, Logan had to grit his teeth to keep from giving it up too fast.
They jerked each other off like it was a competition, like the first one to come lost bragging rights for the night.
Logan couldn't remember the last time he'd been this desperate, this keyed up, every nerve ending singing. He could barely think.
Could barely breathe, honestly, with the way Chase was rutting against his thigh and squeezing him so tight Logan saw stars.
There was no finesse left, nothing of the careful choreography from earlier; just sweat and spit and the sound of Chase's voice, ragged and raw, right up against his ear.
Logan liked it, liked the mess, liked the way Chase looked at him, mouth open and eyes gone dark, like he wanted to eat him alive.
Logan twisted his wrist, just to see what would happen, and Chase shuddered, hips jerking forward so hard he nearly lifted off the couch.
He made a noise, too, something strangled and obscene, and Logan grinned, couldn't help it. He was a bastard, always had been, but it was something else seeing someone like Chase, all sharp edges and control, come apart for him.
"Fuck," Chase gasped, head thumping back against the cushions.
His legs were spread, jeans shoved halfway down his thighs, underwear barely hanging on, and Logan's hand wrapped around him, working him steady.
He looked like a wreck, flushed and wild, and Logan wanted more.
Wanted to unravel him completely. "You're loud," Logan muttered, just to needle him, and Chase swore, tried to glare, but it didn't stick. Not with the way his whole body was trembling.
"Not my fault," Chase panted, "you're the one who started this."
Logan snorted.
"You're the one grinding on my thigh like you want to fuck it."
Chase's cheeks went even redder, which was impressive considering how far gone he already looked. He bucked his hips again, chasing friction, and Logan obliged, pressing his thigh up harder, letting Chase rut against it.
It was filthy, the way Chase moved, desperate and needy, like he'd die if Logan stopped touching him.
"God, look at you," Logan said, voice low, and Chase groaned, hands fisting in Logan's shirt.
"Shut up," Chase managed, but he didn't mean it.
He was too far gone for pride now, rocking into Logan's grip, leaking all over Logan's hand and his own stomach.
Logan slowed down, just to watch Chase squirm, then sped up, squeezing tighter, thumb swiping over the head just to see if Chase would break.
He did, sort of. Not with a shout, but with a stifled gasp, whole body locking up, thighs clamping tight around
Logan's leg as he came. Hot and messy, all over Logan's hand, all over himself, and Logan didn't stop, not until Chase was shuddering, breathing in wet little gulps, nails digging crescent moons into Logan's shoulders.
Logan wiped his hand on Chase's stomach because, well, what the fuck else was he supposed to do with it, and then Chase was dragging him in, kissing him again, sloppy and grateful and just a little bit mean.
"Your turn," Chase said, voice rough. "C'mon, let's see if you can keep up."
Logan didn't need to be told twice.
His brain was still sparking from the way Chase had just come apart for him, the obscene mess all over his hand, the way Chase's thighs had locked around him like a vice.
He grinned, wolfish, and let Chase drag him down for another kiss, hot and a little bit feral, all tongue and teeth.
Some part of him wanted to bite, just to see if Chase would yelp or bite right back.
Chase's fingers fumbled with Logan's waistband, impatient and a little clumsy, probably still riding out the aftershocks.
Logan almost laughed, but then Chase got his sweats shoved down and wrapped a hand around him, and the only thing that came out of Logan's mouth was a groan.
He was hard enough to ache.
Embarrassing, probably, but Chase didn't seem put off; if anything, he looked at Logan's cock like he was starving.
Chase went to his knees between Logan's legs, jeans still hanging off his hips, shirt rucked up so his stomach was streaked with come.
Logan leaned back, bracing himself on the couch, and watched the way Chase's mouth parted, the flush on his cheeks, the way his eyes went a little unfocused. Like he wanted this.
Like he really, actually wanted Logan.
That was new. He felt it everywhere, a pulse in his chest, at the base of his spine, in the way his cock twitched in Chase's grip.
"Fuck, you're big," Chase muttered, squeezing at the base just to see how much he could get his hand around.
The answer was: not much.
Logan would've made a joke, but his brain short circuited when Chase licked up the shaft, tongue flat and messy, like he didn't care about finesse. Logan's hips jerked. He was not proud of it.
Chase laughed, low and smug, and then took the head into his mouth, lips sealing tight.
Logan felt the wet heat of it, the scrape of teeth, and had to grit his own teeth to keep from coming embarrassingly fast.
He'd been here before, on this exact couch, Tommy on his knees and blinking up at him with those huge, hopeful eyes.
Logan remembered the way Tommy had tried so hard to impress him, the nervous bob of his head, the way he'd gagged a little and Logan had felt both guilty and weirdly proud.
He'd thought, at the time, that there was nothing better than that the feeling of being wanted so much someone would choke on it just to please you.
Chase went slow at first, working Logan with his hand while his mouth worked the tip, tongue swirling and flicking, eyes flicking up to watch Logan's face like he wanted to see him crack.
Logan tried to keep it together, but his thighs were already tensing, his hands fisting Chase's hair.
Now Chase was here, mouth stretched wide, a different energy and eagerness, but equally as hot, and Logan's brain just...glitched.
Full circle.
Like the universe was fucking with him, showing him how things could get even better, even filthier, when you threw the right person into the mix.
The thought was enough to send Logan over the edge, he didn't have time for warning as he shot bursts of cum down Chases throat.
Chase choked, he clearly wasn't that experienced in this role, especially not with cocks as large as this. But he did well, continuing to swallow back the shot after shot until Logan completely emptied into Chases mouth.
They returned to the bedroom carefully, moving like conspirators trying not to wake the center of their world.
Tommy slept curled slightly toward Logan's side of the bed, breathing slow and even.
Logan slid in behind him, arm wrapping loosely around Tommy's waist.
Chase hesitated only a moment before settling on Tommy's other side, careful, respectful, close enough that warmth transferred through the blankets.
Tommy sighed in his sleep, instinctively shifting until he fit between them.
Perfectly.
Logan met Chase's eyes over Tommy's shoulder in the dim light.
No words needed.
Just quiet understanding.
For the first time since everything began shifting, Logan didn't feel like he was balancing something fragile. He felt like they'd built something new.
And as Tommy settled deeper into sleep between them, Logan realized the night didn't divide anything. It expanded it. He closed his eyes. Three steady breaths filled the room. And for once, nobody was reaching alone.