Logan didn’t answer right away. His thumb moved slowly along Tommy’s shoulder as he thought.
“I still want you,” he said finally.
“I know,” Tommy said quickly. “That’s not what I mean.”
He hesitated, then added quietly, “I just… miss feeling wanted. Miss spontaneity. Lately it feels like sex is scheduled.”
The room settled around the words.
No television laughter now.
No headset chatter.
Just the low hum of electronics and the weight of truth between them.
Logan leaned back into the couch, gaze drifting toward the ceiling as he processed.
“You think I stopped chasing you?” he asked.
Tommy shook his head lightly against his chest.
“No. I think we both stopped.”
That landed deeper.
Logan’s hand stilled briefly in Tommy’s hair.
Tommy continued before fear could shut him down.
“I don’t want less of us,” he said quickly. “I want more. I want excitement again. I want to feel like we’re discovering things instead of repeating them.”
Logan looked down at him, expression harder to read now, not upset, just focused.
“What are you asking for?”
Tommy’s pulse kicked under his skin.
He hadn’t planned this part.
But the words came anyway.
“Something reckless,” he admitted.
Logan’s eyebrow lifted slightly.
“Not emotional reckless,” Tommy clarified quickly. “Experiential. Fun. Something we’d never normally do.”
Logan studied him for a long moment.
“Like what?”
Tommy almost laughed, nervous at hearing himself say it out loud.
“What if…” He paused, chewing his lip. Then forced himself to continue. “What if we opened things up for a night?”
The words hung between them, fragile once spoken.
Logan didn’t pull away. Didn’t tense. If anything, his arm tightened slightly around Tommy as he considered it, gaze thoughtful rather than alarmed.
