The man finished in a roar and withdrew from Tommy with haste. Logan eyed the man carefully as he disposed of the condom, ran a single line through the strap of Tommy jock, and muttered a thanks.
It wasn’t long before the next guy arrived. He felt similar despite being about 20 years older, grey hair thinning on top, and exuding silver fox.
Different face. Same rhythm.
Logan expected jealousy to spike.
It didn’t.
Instead, something hotter coiled in his stomach.
Watching Tommy be wanted did something primal to him.
Possessive.
Electric.
He didn’t want to interrupt.
He wanted to witness.
The third and fourth blurred together.
More bodies. More energy. More noise.
Logan noticed something shift in Tommy by then.
Not discomfort.
Drift.
Tommy’s responses became automatic. Participating, but not sinking into it. engaging lightly, but not fully present.
He looked beautiful.
But distant.
Logan’s hand found the back of his neck again, thumb pressing into warm skin.
Tommy exhaled at the touch.
Relief.
That detail lodged in Logan’s chest.
After number four left they had a moment to breath and Logan hurried to get water for Tommy. It was important he stay hydrated.
“How are you feeling? Still want to keep going?”
“yeah, I’m no quitter. How many more signed up?”
Logan pulled out his phone and checked the time. It was only 9:30. “There are three more guys who signed up but two never responded to my confirmation.”
The conversation was interrupted by the fifth knock.
Tommy was kneeling on the bed, hair slightly disheveled, breath uneven but controlled. His hoodie long gone, skin flushed lightly from heat and attention. Four lines drawn on the band of his jockstrap.
“Can I just be face down ass up for this one?” Tommy begged, voice cute.
