He rolled his shoulders back slowly, trying to shake the dull ache settling into his muscles. It wasn’t pain, just fatigue. The kind that came from holding himself “on” for too long, body responsive even when his mind lagged behind.
Logan’s hand slid to the back of his neck again, thumb pressing slow into warm skin.
Tommy exhaled immediately.
That touch always brought him back into himself , pulled him out of whatever drifting space he’d gone to and settled him back into something grounded.
““How are you feeling? Still want to keep going?” Logan asked quietly behind him.
Tommy nodded even though Logan couldn’t see it yet.
“Yeah,” he said softly. “I’m no quitter. How many more signed up?”
He meant it.
Mostly.
This just felt… different than he’d imagined it would.
He’d thought he’d feel overwhelmed in a thrilling way, electrified by the attention.
Instead, it felt a little mechanical.
Not bad.
Just repetitive.
Different faces. Similar energy. Everyone wanting something from him , wanting him , but none of it landing deeper than surface level.
Logan was scrolling through his phone when the knock came.
“Can I just be face down ass up for this one?” Tommy said laying his face between the two pillows.
“Do whatever you want babe, this is for you. And no pressure, I’ll tell him to fuck off if your done. Even if he’s mid pump.”
Tommy smiled, warmth flooded him chest.
Anticipation flickered, but softer than before.
Muted.
He felt Logan move away to open the door. The room shifted when it opened, cooler hallway air slipping across his overheated skin before the door clicked shut again.
Tommy stayed facing the bed, palms pressed into the mattress, gathering himself.
Logan’s hand returned, slower this time, sliding up along his spine. He took his spot at the head of the bed and wrapped his arms around Tommy’s bust.
Tommy felt the difference instantly.
The new guy didn’t say a word when he came in. Didn’t even bother with the usual awkward greeting, he just positioned himself behind Tommy, a warmth radiating off of him and then…
Holy shit.
Tommy jerked when he felt the first wet, rough swipe of the man’s tongue against his hole. He’d been bracing for cold lube, or maybe a hand, but this? His brain scrambled to catch up, a hot spike of shock shot through him. He tried to twist up, maybe to see the guy’s face, but Logan’s arm wrapped around his chest and pulled him back down, firm but gentle.
The stranger’s tongue was relentless, working him open, licking deep and slow, like he was really savoring it. Tommy’s hips tried to buck away, but Logan just tightened his hold, one hand cupping Tommy’s jaw, thumb stroking along his cheek.
He felt exposed. Owned, almost. But not in a bad way.
