Logan
Christmas had been lovely, though a bit awkward with Aaron there, then he and Spencer leaving together so early. It had left Hex with Assassin's Creed which was just as Logan had said what with the face glitching. He'd had a good laugh and then gone to bed. And Boxing Day he'd gotten up and gone to work like always. But when he'd gotten off he indulged in what he'd been thinking of all day. He got to work and made up a steamed pudding- cranberry orange as promised with a sweet orange sauce and he'd called Logan. Armed with the treat he'd gone to the Ritz and found the penthouse suite.
"Do you even have Boxing Day in America?" he asked when Logan opened the door- instead of hello. "I brought you a steamed pudding and it's still warm since I took a cab. Come on, let's eat."
"Do you even have Boxing Day in America?" he asked when Logan opened the door- instead of hello. "I brought you a steamed pudding and it's still warm since I took a cab. Come on, let's eat."
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"Do you want something flash or practical? I'm betting you go in for flash, yeah?" he asked, moving to sit down and get comfortable.
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"I'm thinking convertible," Logan grinned. "Something fast... Practical is all relative, right?"
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"Oh, I imagine so, yeah," Hex nodded. He thought it would be best to not mention how seldom Logan would get to put the top down. He figured that wasn't the point.
"So why'd you pick UCL and not King's or, well, any of the others?" he asked, curious to what drew Logan to London at all to begin with when there were plenty of unis in America. It was a hellishly large country, after all.
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"I don't know, it sounded good, and they were willing to take me. ...Honestly, I just needed to get away from home, you know?" Logan shrugged.
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Hex was beginning to piece together an idea of why Logan might need to get away from home- a mother dead, a father who was no longer an actor, it painted a tawdry picture. But Hex didn't pay attention to entertainment news so he was basically lost for any sort of gossip.
"I reckon I do," he said. "That's how I felt when I joined the Army. I just needed to get away from home."
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"Was home really that bad?" Logan asked, taking his eyes off the game for just a moment as he glanced over at Hex.
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Hex's smile faltered and fell, but then he licked his lips and forced it back into place.
"Yeah, well...yeah. It wasn't good," he admitted.
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"That sucks, man," he said finally.
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"Mmm," he agreed quietly, then turned his attention to the game as well. For the next long while he said nothing of significance- just giving Logan tips and mocking him companionably. Then Hex broke left and got stuck out in the open and moments later he was dying a most dramatic death.
"Oh, bloody hell. That was me own mistake," he said.
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Logan laughed, looking pleased with himself. "Three-sixty no-scope, man."
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"Let's start another mission," Hex said, but then he checked his watch. "It's late, though. Do you want to go again? Or are you tired?"
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Logan finished his beer, then shrugged. "Kind of tired," he admitted. "Can't tell if it's the jet-lag or the beer though."
He'd had nearly the whole case, and he was a little tipsy as he laughed and got to his feet. "I'm going to brush my teeth. ...I don't know if there are spare sheets to make up the couch, but the bed is huge, man. Bigger than a standard king. You can share if you want."
Hell, Dick and Duncan both had crashed on the same bed as him in the past. To Logan, that sort of thing was totally normal.
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"Oh? Oh, all right," he said, thinking nothing of it himself. He'd slept in tight quarters and community tents with plenty of blokes and it had always been innocent.
"Yeah, mate, let's call it a night."
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Logan took his time, brushing his teeth and washing his face, then changing into loose fitting pyjama bottoms.
"I don't know if I've got anything you can borrow to sleep in," he admitted. "I wear my stuff loose, but you're kind of, uh, broad compared to me."
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"I can sleep in me clothes," Hex assured him, though he had his shoes off and when he sat on the bed he peeled his shirt off. He was nearly flawless, his muscles sculpted and defined, his skin golden. On his chest, near his heart, was a small star shaped scar where he'd taken a bullet. Other than that, he was...perfect.
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Hex climbed beneath the covers as well and groaned as he settled into the plush bed.
"Oh, this is nice," he said. "Top notch."
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Logan stretched and nodded, rolling onto his side to look at Hex.
"Wouldn't stay here if it wasn't," he grinned.
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Hex rolled to face Logan and smiled at him.
"Fair enough, mate," he said. "I'm going to sleep like a baby."
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Logan laughed, then flopped onto his back before turning over to turn the lamp off.
"Night Hex. Tomorrow we'll order some breakfast or something."
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"Good night, Logan," he replied, then settled in. It didn't take him long to fall asleep and soon enough he was out cold. And yet he was aware of Logan's body as he was when he slept with Spencer and he rolled to him and draped an arm over him for comfort.
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There was a cruel streak in him that told him to wake Hex up, and shame the man for getting too intimate- But there was another part- A softer, more honest part, that found comfort in the unexpected embrace.
It was just an arm anyway, it didn't mean anything- And So Logan lay quietly, allowing the embrace, and trying not to think about the fact that it was kind of okay.
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Hex was blissfully unaware of what he was doing for long enough that he got some quality rest. Closer to the morning, though, when his sleep wasn't as deep, when he dreams were closer to the surface, then his hold tightened and he pressed his lips and nose against Logan's skin and began to kiss, lazy and slow. He wasn't present, rather Hex was lost in a dream about that actor on that show that had just had the Christmas special...the man was bloody gorgeous and, well, it wasn't as if Hex could control his arousal in his sleep.
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Instinct took over, and Logan pulled away as he elbowed Hex in the chest. Rumpled and tired looking, he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"Hey man, I don't know what you're used to- But I'm not that kind of girl. You have to buy me dinner first," he quipped dryly, throwing a pillow at the other man and then slipping out of bed.
"You can have the first shower- You need it more than I do."
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Hex was mortified and it showed. He stammered apology after apology and then all but raced to the bathroom to hide his shame. In there he nearly had a panic attack thinking of what a pervert Logan must think he was. He had to because he clearly was neither interested nor flattered.
He got in the shower to scrub up, beating himself up in his head while he did.
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