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Logan didn’t often watch Oscar sleeping; but he couldn’t lie the sight was mesmerising. Ever since he’d brought Oscar home from the Monaco party, the two of them had spent their night in each other’s hotel rooms. Logan wasn’t sure why or how it happened, he just knew that he liked it and that it helped him sleep; after admitting to Alex that he may have had a small crush on his friend he had thought more and more about the consequences of making a move. Even though Alex had insisted that Oscar reciprocated the feelings, Logan still wasn’t sure; the thought of doing something to endanger their friendship made his heart burn, at least he could look and Oscar though, at least he could long.
His eyelashes fluttered in his sleep and his skin’s tan seemed to glow against the white hotel pillows. He just looked so sweet and comfortable when he was wrapped up in Logan’s hotel room blanket.
“Are you watching me sleep?” Oscar hummed, shifting around under the blanket.
Logan panicked, his eyes wide, “What, no?”
“It’s okay if you were, it’s sweet.”
“Oh, okay.” Logan sighed, slipping back down from his sitting position.
A soft silence hung over the two, except for the rustling of Logan getting comfortable under the blanket.
“Do you like having me here?” Oscar asked, his eyes inches away from Logan’s fluttering open.
Logan frowned, “Where?”
“Your hotel room.”
“Yes of course I do. I like being with you when we go anywhere.” Logan replied.
Oscar shuffled where he lay, eyes dropping for a moment to Logan’s lips; Logan moved closer under the blanket. His arm moved to touch Oscar’s as they basked in the silence.
“Oscar,” Logan breathed.
“Yes.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“Yes.”
Logan didn’t want to seem like he was making things up but he couldn’t sworn that when his lips met Oscar’s there were literal fireworks, it felt as if a spark ignited inside him. Alex (ever the buzzkill) later tells him that it was probably just an electric shock but Logan wants to deny that until the end of time because the way their lips met felt so right. Like Oscar was his soulmate. All concept of time disappeared as their lips moved around each other and Logan moved Oscar closer in one swift move. Oscar was practically underneath him when a shriek erupted in the room.
Logan swiftly pulled Oscar into his chest, whipping around to see Daniel and Max stood at the foot of the bed.
Max had his hand clapped over Daniel’s mouth as he rambled out an apology, “I am so sorry, we were looking for Charles.”
“Uh,” Logan’s words failed him.
“You haven’t seen him have you?”
“Not in here.” Oscar squeaked as he grasped at Logan’s pyjama shirt.
Max nodded awkwardly, grabbing the stunned Daniel and dragging him towards the door, “Okay, sorry, uh bye.”
“Congrats!” Daniel yelled, the sentiment ended with the door slamming.
Both boys cringed.
Logan looked back down at Oscar, his flushed pink cheeks and bit back smile, “Can I kiss you again?”
“If you keep asking, I’ll hit you.” Oscar said, but Logan didn’t move.
“Of course, you idiot,” He clarified as he tugged Logan’s lips down to his.