The room filled with their synchronized moans, their bodies shuddering with each stroke.
They turned to face each other, their eyes locking. Chase leaned in, his voice a low growl, "Let me ground you."
Logan imperceptibly nodded, and their mouths crashed together in a hungry, desperate kiss. Teeth clashed, tongues explored, and they consumed each other's moans.
Chase's hand worked their cocks faster, the slick sound of flesh on flesh echoing in the room.
Logan's hips began to buck, fucking into Chase's grip. Chase broke the kiss, panting, "I'm close."
Logan grunted in response, his body tensing as he chased his own orgasm.
Their cocks swelled and pulsed in Chase's hand. Logan came first, ropes of hot cum shooting across his chest and onto Chase's hand.
The sight and feel of Logan's orgasm sent Chase over the edge. He groaned deeply, his cock throbbing as he added his own release to the mess on Logan's chest.
Their mixed cum dripped down Logan's sides, pooling on the bedsheet beneath them. Their bodies shuddered with aftershocks, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they rode out their shared orgasm.
It took a few moments for the world to fade back into reality.
Tommy was already up. “I need a shower,” he muttered, half embarrassed, half laughing at himself.
Logan smirked faintly.
“Yeah,” he said. “We all do.”
Chase hesitated only a second before following them down the hallway.
He had expected the apartment to feel different after.
He just hadn’t expectedhowdifferent.
The kitchen still smelled faintly like sugar and vanilla, the evidence of Tommy’s stress baking abandoned across the counters, flour dusted like snowfall over half-finished trays, a whisk tipped sideways in a bowl that no one had bothered to clean.
Domestic chaos.
But it didn’t feel messy in a careless way.
It felt lived in.
Warm.
The bathroom was too small for three people. That became obvious immediately.
Steam hadn’t even built yet, but the space already felt crowded with bodies and movement and nowhere to stand without brushing into someone else.
Tommy stepped in first, reaching to turn the water on, testing the temperature with his wrist like he always did, careful, particular, grounded even in something as simple as that.
Logan leaned against the counter, arms folded, watching him with that same quiet attentiveness.
Chase stayed near the doorway at first, unsure where to stand without disrupting something that had existed long before he’d entered it.
Tommy glanced back at him.
“You coming in or supervising?” he teased lightly.
Chase huffed a quiet laugh and stepped further inside, followed by Logan before shutting the door behind him.
There was a brief, awkward shuffle as all three of them adjusted to the limited space, shoulders brushing, feet repositioning, the unspoken choreography of three men trying to occupy one small shower area without stepping on each other.
