Logan's hand landed briefly on Chase's shoulder, grounding without thinking.
Chase's breath caught faintly, but he didn't pull away.
The moment stretched. Heat lingered beneath it, not aggressive, not demanding. Just shared awareness.
Logan exhaled. "We should probably… deal with the rest of this energy."
Chase laughed softly. "Probably."
They leaned closer, tentative at first, a mutual check-in more than a decision, and when their foreheads briefly touched, it felt less like escalation and more like agreement.
Logan's hand slipped to the back of Chase's neck like it belonged there, fingers sliding into hair still a little damp with sweat.
He didn't yank, didn't press, just held.
Steady.
Logan's own pulse was thudding hard enough he could feel it in his fingertips.
Chase's breath hitched, and Logan caught the edge of it, the way Chase's lips parted and his teeth flashed, not quite a smile, not quite a dare, but something that made Logan want to press his mouth to him and just take. So he did.
The kiss was nothing like before.
Nothing like the easy give-and-take of earlier, or the way they'd both circled Tommy with careful hands and careful words.
This was rougher, hungrier, the kind of kiss you gave to someone who could take it and give it right back.
Logan pressed him into the cushions and Chase met him, not backing down, not even a little bit. Their teeth knocked together, Logan's stubble scraping Chase's jaw, and Chase's hands digging into Logan's shirt so tight he could probably feel the seams threatening to rip.
Neither of them was built for gentle. Not really. Logan's thigh slotted between Chase's, and Chase ground down on him, hips rolling sharp and deliberate.
There was nothing shy about the way Chase moved, nothing hesitant about the way he kissed back, open-mouthed and greedy.
Logan could taste sweat, a hint of beer from earlier, salt and something that was pure Chase.
He wanted to drink it in, every last drop, wanted to see if Chase would break first or if he'd just take everything Logan could give him and ask for more.
Chase's hands got under Logan's shirt, palms splaying over his ribs, nails dragging hard enough to leave marks.
Logan groaned into his mouth, shoved back harder, pinning Chase to the back of the couch.
They were both already half hard, the friction of jeans and sweatpants doing nothing to hide it.
Chase bit at Logan's lower lip, just to see what he'd do.
Logan kissed him harder for it, hand sliding up to cup Chase's jaw, thumb pressing at the hinge until Chase opened up for him, breath coming in short, hot bursts.
It was a mess. A good one.
Logan wanted to see Chase come apart, wanted to see what he sounded like when he stopped trying to play it cool.
He popped the button on Chase's jeans, dragged the zipper down, and shoved a hand inside.
Chase was already leaking, straining against the fabric, and the noise he made when Logan wrapped a hand around him was nothing short of filthy.
Logan grinned against his mouth, pumping him slow at first, then rougher, just to feel the way Chase's thighs tensed up and his hips jerked.
Chase got a hand down Logan's waistband, fingers curling around him, and Jesus, Logan had to grit his teeth to keep from giving it up too fast.
