He was hard enough to ache.
Embarrassing, probably, but Chase didn't seem put off; if anything, he looked at Logan's cock like he was starving.
Chase went to his knees between Logan's legs, jeans still hanging off his hips, shirt rucked up so his stomach was streaked with come.
Logan leaned back, bracing himself on the couch, and watched the way Chase's mouth parted, the flush on his cheeks, the way his eyes went a little unfocused. Like he wanted this.
Like he really, actually wanted Logan.
That was new. He felt it everywhere, a pulse in his chest, at the base of his spine, in the way his cock twitched in Chase's grip.
"Fuck, you're big," Chase muttered, squeezing at the base just to see how much he could get his hand around.
The answer was: not much.
Logan would've made a joke, but his brain short circuited when Chase licked up the shaft, tongue flat and messy, like he didn't care about finesse. Logan's hips jerked. He was not proud of it.
Chase laughed, low and smug, and then took the head into his mouth, lips sealing tight.
Logan felt the wet heat of it, the scrape of teeth, and had to grit his own teeth to keep from coming embarrassingly fast.
He'd been here before, on this exact couch, Tommy on his knees and blinking up at him with those huge, hopeful eyes.
Logan remembered the way Tommy had tried so hard to impress him, the nervous bob of his head, the way he'd gagged a little and Logan had felt both guilty and weirdly proud.
He'd thought, at the time, that there was nothing better than that the feeling of being wanted so much someone would choke on it just to please you.
Chase went slow at first, working Logan with his hand while his mouth worked the tip, tongue swirling and flicking, eyes flicking up to watch Logan's face like he wanted to see him crack.
Logan tried to keep it together, but his thighs were already tensing, his hands fisting Chase's hair.
Now Chase was here, mouth stretched wide, a different energy and eagerness, but equally as hot, and Logan's brain just...glitched.
Full circle.
Like the universe was fucking with him, showing him how things could get even better, even filthier, when you threw the right person into the mix.
The thought was enough to send Logan over the edge, he didn't have time for warning as he shot bursts of cum down Chases throat.
Chase choked, he clearly wasn't that experienced in this role, especially not with cocks as large as this. But he did well, continuing to swallow back the shot after shot until Logan completely emptied into Chases mouth.
They returned to the bedroom carefully, moving like conspirators trying not to wake the center of their world.
Tommy slept curled slightly toward Logan's side of the bed, breathing slow and even.
Logan slid in behind him, arm wrapping loosely around Tommy's waist.
Chase hesitated only a moment before settling on Tommy's other side, careful, respectful, close enough that warmth transferred through the blankets.
Tommy sighed in his sleep, instinctively shifting until he fit between them.
Perfectly.
Logan met Chase's eyes over Tommy's shoulder in the dim light.
No words needed.
Just quiet understanding.
