Tommy
Tommy knew he stress-baked when he was already on his second batch of cookies before the oven had even finished preheating properly.
The kitchen smelled like sugar and vanilla and something faintly toasted where he’d spilled batter earlier and hadn’t cleaned it fast enough.
Flour dusted the counter in uneven clouds. There was a streak of it across his forearm he hadn’t noticed, and a smudge on his cheek from where he’d pushed his hair back with the wrong hand.
He was halfway through aggressively whisking something he didn’t even remember measuring when the apartment door opened behind him.
He didn’t turn right away.
“Shoes off,” he called automatically, still focused on the bowl.
Logan’s laugh came first, low, familiar, fond.
“Yes, chef.”
A second voice followed a beat later.
“Should I be scared?”
Tommy froze mid-whisk.
He turned slowly, wooden spoon still in hand.
Chase stood just inside the doorway, gym bag slung over one shoulder, looking slightly out of place in Tommy’s flour-covered kitchen like he’d stepped into the wrong genre of scene entirely.
Tommy blinked once.
Then looked at Logan.
“You brought him here without warning me?”
Logan shrugged, completely unbothered.
“You said intentional.”
Tommy opened his mouth to protest, then realized he was still holding a whisk like a weapon and covered in baking debris.
He glanced down at himself.
Then back up at them.
“Oh my god,” he groaned, dropping the whisk into the bowl. “I look like I’ve been attacked by a pastry.”
Logan leaned casually against the counter, arms folded, eyes moving slowly over Tommy in a way that felt observant rather than critical.
“You look cute,” he said.
Chase nodded faintly in agreement.
Tommy’s face warmed immediately.
“I look unhinged,” he corrected, turning back to the counter in a huff. “There’s a difference.”
He tried to regain composure by focusing on the task again, but now he was acutely aware of both of them in the room, the shift in air when two sets of attention landed on him instead of one.
“What are you even making?” Chase asked, stepping closer.
