His hand stilled.
A quiet panic curled under his ribs.
What if I don’t do this for him anymore?
He almost pulled away.
Then Logan’s breath shifted above him, deeper, slower, and warmth gathered gradually beneath Tommy’s palm, unmistakable and growing.
Logan’s grip on the controller loosed, placing it next to him on the table.
Tommy looked up, startled, and found Logan already watching him. His eyes dark, focused, like he’d been taking his time instead of losing interest.
Relief hit so fast it made Tommy laugh softly under his breath.
The tension in his chest melted into something warmer, steadier.
He wasn’t unwanted.
He was being watched.
Their eyes met.
There it was.
That look.
Sharp. Focused. Awake.
Tommy felt warmth bloom low in his stomach at the sight of it.
“You trying to distract me?” Logan asked, voice lower now.
Tommy tilted his head slightly, dark hair slipping into his eyes again. “Is it working?”
Logan’s mouth curved faintly.
“Maybe.”
Tommy shifted off the couch cushion and onto his knees between Logan’s legs, the position instinctive, familiar, but not one he'd assumed in recent memory. His small frame fit easily in the space there, framed by Logan’s broader body.
He used to love how small it made him feel, dwarfed by Logan’s size, surrounded by warmth and weight and presence.
He rested his hands lightly on Logan’s thighs, steadying himself there for a moment before moving again.
Logan’s hands hovered at his shoulders, large, warm, capable, not guiding, not stopping.
Watching.
Waiting.
Tommy moved slowly on purpose.
No rush.
No performance.
He wanted to feel the shift happen, not force it. Logan was at half mass and already larger then Tommy is when fully erect. Four years later and the size and girth alone made Tommy shiver with a wave of excitement. Tommy kissed where he though the head would be under the shorts, inhaling the familiar musk that made his body react in ways he could not control.
