“A plug,” Chase said gently. “For dinner.”
The word landed softly, without pressure.
Tommy blinked once, cheeks warming immediately.
Not embarrassment.
Awareness.
Chase continued carefully, voice quieter now.
“Not as a performance. Not for anyone else to know. Just… something private. Something that means you’re carrying both of us with you.”
Silence settled, not awkward, just thoughtful.
Logan sat beside Tommy, resting his hand lightly at the small of his back.
“That’s…” Logan started, then smiled faintly. “Actually kind of sweet.”
Tommy looked between them, heartbeat visibly picking up.
“You mean like a secret?” he asked.
Chase nodded.
“A shared one.”
Logan’s thumb traced a slow circle against Tommy’s skin. “We’d take care of you,” he added quietly. “Check in. Make sure you’re okay the whole time.”
Tommy swallowed, emotion flickering behind the nervous excitement.
The idea wasn’t just provocative.
It felt intentional.
Chosen.
“You two are ridiculous,” he murmured, but he was smiling.
Chase laughed softly. “That a yes?”
Tommy hesitated only a moment longer before nodding.
“…Yeah.”
Logan’s grin widened slightly, pride and affection mixing together.
“Then we do it right,” he said. “Slow. Comfortable. Our pace.”
Tommy relaxed back into the pillows, cheeks flushed but eyes bright.
For the first time since the hotel, since the party, since everything shifted,
this didn’t feel like chasing excitement.
It felt like building something.
Together.
