“I’m here for all of it,” he said. “Not just watching. Taking care of you too.”
The words settled between them, grounding the room.
Tommy looked down at the jockstrap again, then back up.
“You really thought this through.”
Logan’s smile turned softer, more honest.
“Yeah,” he admitted. “Because this only works if we’re doing it together.” Logan stepped closer anyway, resting his hands on Tommy’s hips.
Solid.
Warm.
Familiar.
“But remember, we can leave,” he said quietly. “No one knows we’re here.”
Tommy’s blue eyes flicked up at him. Nervous. Excited. “I don’t want to leave.”
That did something to Logan’s chest.
Not fear.
Pride.
He kissed Tommy’s temple once. Grounding.
“Alright,” he said.
They set rules again. Logan stays the whole time.
Logan can stop it.
Tommy comes home with him.
Tommy had repeated that last one like a promise.
“Lets get you lubed up before they start showing up.”
The first guy was easy.
Mid-twenties. Polite. Over-eager. He dropped his pants as soon as he walked in. He had a bit of a belly hiding under his shirt and an average sized cock. Nothing compared to what Tommy usually takes.
No one spoke. The man gave a nob in Logans direction and then smiled at Tommy.
Logan watched as Tommy climbed on the bed, wearing only his new jock, face down in the pillows.
The man, already hard slid on a condom and worked it with a fist full of lube. No warm up, no foreplay, he dove right in, sheathing his cock in Tommy to the base. He let out a moan.
Logan moved to the head of the bed, fisting Tommy’s hair and tiling his head back to better read his facial expression. Tommy smiled.
This continued for a few more minutes and Logan watched more than he participated. He studied Tommy instead, the way his breathing shifted, the way he looked up into Logan eyes.
Each time, Logan placed a steady hand at his shoulder.
I’m here.
