Logan studied him a moment longer, then nodded, decision settling into place.
“Alright.”
Tommy blinked. “…Alright?”
Logan’s mouth curved faintly. “One night.”
Excitement sparked under Tommy’s skin, nervous, electric.
“I can’t believe I’m going to organize a gangbang for my boyfriend,” Logan said, laughing softly.
Tommy laughed with him as they settled back into the couch, but the energy between them had shifted. Brighter, alive again.
And for the first time in a long time, Tommy didn’t feel like background noise.
Chapter Two
Logan
Logan’s first thought was,The hotel room was too beige.
Beige walls. Beige carpet. Generic art bolted to the wall like it had never meant anything to anyone.
The kind of room designed for moments that weren’t supposed to follow you home.
Logan expected nerves, expected jealousy, maybe even regret, but instead he felt sharply aware, like every part of him had settled into focus the moment the hotel room door clicked shut behind them.
Tommy, on the other hand, was pacing.
Not big movements. Just tight little laps between the bed and the window, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands as he checked his phone for the fourth time in two minutes.
Logan watched him for a while before speaking.
“You still good?” Logan asked.
Tommy nodded too fast.
“Yeah.”
“You’re going to wear a hole in the carpet if you keep pacing.”
Tommy stopped mid-step. “I’m not pacing.”
“You absolutely are.”
Tommy huffed, running a hand through his hair. “I just I don’t know what I’m supposed todoright now.”
Before Logan an answer they are interrupted by a buzz form Tommy’s phone.
Tommy sighs and tosses it onto the mattress.
Both of them looked down at it.
Tommy groaned immediately.
“Nope.”
He flipped it over, and dropped it back onto the bed like it had personally offended him.
