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.
