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iluvchick3nz · 2 days ago

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cubs date night??? (like finn & leo, finn & logan, logan & leo, and all 3)

Yaaaaaaay date night! I LOVE the idea of dating your partner(s) forever- time together that is outside of the daily routine is so important!

Have a series of them (they are in no particular order, but LeLo's takes place right around the latest chapter of Vaincre!)!

P.S. Please do go listened to the John Denver songs listed they are beautiful, especially the first one- it really reminds me of how the Cubs love one another.

All credits to @lumosinlove <3

Logan and Finn

“What is this?”

Logan smiled at Finn's confusion. “A surprise, rouge.”

“I'm so confused,” Finn said. His brow was furrowed as he took in the store front. “What are we doing here?”

Logan tugged him by the hand through the door of the studio. “We're painting.”

“Huh?”

Logan rolled his eyes and kissed Finn's cheek. “Allez.” He smiled at the curly haired receptionist. Her smock was covered in paint, and there was even some in her bandana. “Hi. I booked a couple hours.”

She smiled back and opened a book in front of her. “Last name?”

“Tremblay.”

“Ah, gotcha,” she said, then penciled something in. She waved them along with a bright grin. “This way.”

They passed by display cases of completed work, and a couple of classrooms where there were sculpting lessons. Finn's hand was warm on Logan's lower back as they eventually made their way to a large room. There were other couples and groups there, immersed in their work. The girl spun on her heel and gestured to a shelf.

“Blank pieces are here for you to choose from, and I set the glazes by your station. There are smocks, too. When you're done, find one of us, and we will put them in the kiln for you to pick up next week.” She led them to a table laden with small plastic pots of glazes and paints. “Make sure you don't go too thick or too thin. We'll be around if you have any questions.” She rapped her hands on the table then took a step back. “Have fun!”

“Merci,” Logan said softly. He turned to look at Finn. “So?”

Finn just grinned and kissed him hard. “You're such a sweetheart.” He looked to the shelves with the various blank clay pieces. “What do you think? Bowl? Plate?”

Logan hummed and scanned them with his eyes, Finn doing the same beside him. They both reached for a different item, and turned to look at each other at the same time. Finn had a large plate with a raised bowl in the middle.

“For Leo,” he said, blushing a little. “He's been making a lot of dips this summer. He'd like this, I think.”

Logan felt his heart skip a beat. “Yeah. He will.”

“What'd you choose?”

Logan held up the mug with a smile. It had a perfect thumb hold, and was tall enough to hold a lot of tea. Engraved on the side was a raised sun design. Finn clocked it immediately and bit around a grin. His eyes were warm when they looked into Logan's own.

“We're hopeless, huh?” he sighed. “Leo leaves for one fishing weekend with Reg and we are barely surviving without him.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He brushed one hand up and down Finn's waist. “But that means we get to greet him when he walks through the door.”

Finn's expression turned excited. “Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I can't wait.” He jerked his head towards the table. “Let's get to work, ten.”

They attempted to make them a matching set- kind of. Logan had thought it was a weird suggestion when Finn brought it up, but he was sure Leo would appreciate it anyhow. His piece was admittedly neater than Finn's. The sun was perfectly yellow, with a gradient blue sky starting from its outline and working outwards around the mug. Finn had attempted the same, starting in the middle with the dip bowl and working towards the edges of the plate, but he'd been a bit heavy handed with the glaze and now the colors were starting to blur together.

He let out a frustrated groan. “I am absolutely butchering this.”

Logan laughed and leaned into his shoulder. Their ankles were crossed underneath the table. “Non, it'll look fine. Leo will love it anyway.”

“I know he will,” Finn said. “He will because he's Leo and he appreciates the littlest things, even if they are ugly.” He huffed. “But I want this to be perfect. He deserves perfection.”

“Ouais, he does,” Logan said softly. He considered Finn's work. “Maybe- maybe you try mixing them. Like tie-dye, or- what's the word? When you randomly mix a bunch of paint together?”

“Splatter paint?”

“Ouais, splatter paint.” He gestured to his own mug. “That way they'll be matching, but not exactly the same.” He pointed to the outside rim of the bowl. “You could put green there, oui? To make it transition?”

Finn laughed. “Since when did you become an expert in pottery?”

Logan blushed. “Non. It's just ‘cause it's Leo.”

Finn looked wistful. “Yeah.” He sighed and tilted his temple against Logan's. “I miss him.”

“Ouais,” Logan whispered. “Me too. But Reg is leaving for school soon. He won't see him for a while.”

“But you’re leaving soon. For New York.”

Finn's dejected voice tugged at Logan's heartstrings. “Ouais. Ouais, I know.” He kissed Finn's temple. “But we are people outside of us being together, too, rouge. And Reg means a lot to Leo.”

Finn sighed again. “I know. I know, I'm being silly. I just really miss him.” He turned to push his nose into Logan's neck. “I like doing stuff with friends during the day. But I like when we're all in bed together at night.” He pulled back to cup Logan's jaw and kiss him softly. “Don't like going to sleep without you two.”

Logan breathed out heavily. “Je sais. I know, it's hard.” He turned back to his mug. “Let's make these for Leo and surprise him with them next week. Then I'll take you out for dinner, then to bed, ouais?”

Finn smiled. “You bet you can take me to bed.”

Logan rolled his eyes but hooked his ankle more firmly around Finn's. “Allez. Soleil deserves perfection, so let's paint.”

***

Leo and Logan

“Mm, smells good, soleil.”

Leo smiled at Logan from where he was finishing up their cutlets. “Thanks honey. How was practice? Feel good about tomorrow?”

“Ouais,” Logan said, slipping off his shoes. He took Leo in, then noticed the dining room table, near his balcony doors, set with candles and a bottle of sparkling cider. He smiled. “You did this for me?”

Leo nodded, then turned back to the stove. “I thought we could have a date night while Fish is out for dinner with Alex. And you've been tired with the playoffs, so I figured staying in might be the best option.” When he didn't get a response, he looked up at Logan, brow furrowed. “Is that okay?”

But Logan was already walking towards him, smile bright and loving. “Oui. C'est bien.” He fell against Leo's chest to kiss him. “Je t'aime, soleil. Merci.”

Leo kissed him again. “Love you. Now go get changed, sweetheart. Dinner will be ready soon.”

Logan squeezed against his waist once more before going to their bedroom. Leo hummed along to the music playing through the speakers, his soft, old country playlist reverberating around the room. He had just finished placing the pans on the table when Logan appeared from their bedroom, making Leo stop in his tracks.

“You look… Lo, you look gorgeous.”

Logan smiled sheepishly. “So do you.”

Leo looked down at himself, in his navy jeans and dark salmon waffle shirt, then at Logan in his black pants and plum button down and was lost for words. Logan’s hair was curlier, too, now that it was longer, and framed his face in a middle part. His eyes were jewel-like as they roved over the table setting, and Leo was so, so in love with him. He said as much.

“I'm so, so in love with you.” He walked forward to cup Logan's face. “God, Lo. You’re just… you’re so gorgeous. You're so gorgeous.”

Logan scrunched his nose around his Finn impression. “Look who's talking.”

Leo laughed, but rubbed his thumbs over Logan's sharp cheekbones, holding his gentle gaze. “I know, I know, but you… Logan, sometimes Finn and I don't know what to do, you're so gorgeous. You're so beautiful, sweetheart, all the time.” He leaned down to kiss Logan softly. “But especially in person.”

That seemed to rile Logan up, and he sighed heavily through his nose and kissed Leo deeper. He was gripping Leo's shirt in his hands, pulling Leo down to where he was, and it made Leo dizzy.

“Honey,” Leo gasped out between kisses. “Honey, the food's getting cold.”

“Mm,” Logan groaned. “One more.”

Leo complied, smiling against Logan's mouth before drawing them apart. Logan's face fit perfectly in between his palms and he kissed his forehead before nodding towards the table. “Let's eat, sweetheart.”

Logan laughed as Leo pulled out his chair. “I really like the sparkling cider.”

Leo blushed. “Well, no alcohol because of the playoffs. I just wanted it to still be special.”

Logan took his hand and kissed it. “I love it, soleil. I love you.”

Leo smiled and placed a cutlet on Logan's plate, topped with arugula and tomatoes marinated in their own juices with garlic and basil, a lemon on the side to squirt the juice over the dish. “Love you, sweetheart. Eat, before it gets cold.”

Logan complied, tangling his ankles with Leo's when he sat across from him. His New York apartment would never be home, not like in Gryffindor, but Leo did like having a dining room table to sit at instead of just sitting at the bar stools by the counter. He especially loved to watch Logan enjoy the table, laden with perfectly assembled food and place settings, like at a fancy restaurant. He looked happy, content, and more relaxed than Leo had seen him in a long time.

Their chatter was gentle, as it so often tended to be. Finn was the main conversationalist, and Logan never felt like he had to say anything, but also never felt like he couldn't. Leo usually made himself to be whatever the other person needed him to be in the moment. He sat with Logan in silence or quiet conversation, or made him laugh loudly with his sharp wit. He could read Logan like an open book, and Logan had once said to him that he wondered what he ever felt like he had to hide anyway.

“Merci, Le,” he said after they’d finished. He was playing with Leo’s fingers. “That was delicious, mon coeur.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Leo replied, standing to clear their plates.

“Non, non,” Logan protested, batting his hands away. “Let me clean, mon chou, you cooked.”

Leo raised his eyebrows teasingly. “Am I going to have to rewash dishes?”

Logan rolled his eyes and stacked their plates. “Fish only has to do that sometimes. I’ve gotten better since living on my own.”

Leo’s smile was a bit joking, and a bit sad. “Well, whatever it takes, I guess.” He kissed Logan briefly. “I’ll dry, then.”

They worked quietly side by side, and Logan triple checked to make sure each plate was clean. He was focused, his tongue poking out in the way that made Finn and Leo laugh. Leo smiled and kissed the side of his head.

“I've got some dessert,” Leo said, breaking their silence. “If you want something sweet.”

“According to Fish, I am something sweet.”

Leo bumped him with his hip. “And he's right.” Leo sorted the utensils into their drawer. “And then I was thinking we'd have to just go to sleep, even before Finn gets home. Want you rested for the game tomorrow.”

Logan sighed. “I'm sorry.”

Leo shook his head hard. “No, no, Lo, don't be sorry. We're so proud of you.” He kissed Logan’s forehead. “We'll finish this, eat, then bed. Okay?”

Logan was placing the last pan on the drying rack when Leo moved to the fridge. He furrowed his brow quizzically, then made an ah! sound when he found what he’d been looking for.

“Not necessarily on the diet plan, but I figured an exception could be made for date night,” he said, holding up a plate with a large piece of cake. “The New York Blackout Cake from that place Finn brought us to.”

Logan bit his lip and looked Leo up and down. Leo looked him up and down, too, everything from his soft curls falling over his face to the eager way he was looking at Leo holding the cake. Leo watched as a conflicted feeling made its way across Logan’s expression. Logan watched Leo's face as Leo caught on, too.

Leo set the plate down on the counter. “What's wrong, sweetheart?”

“I just…” Logan sighed, closing his eyes and hanging his head back. He didn’t quite know how to find the English words, sometimes. “I just want to rest with you.”

Leo moved into his space and cupped his hips gently. Logan reached up to play with his hair, looking into Leo’s eyes as he tried to understand. “What do you mean, Lo?” He ducked down. “Dites-moi.”

Logan sighed, then continued in French. “I want to go to bed with you and not have to get up and do anything. I want to- I want to go to bed early to stay up late with you, not because I have to sleep enough for a game. And I-” He took a deep breath and pulled Leo close, brushing their noses together. “I want you, Le. It’s been so long, and I want you, but we have to be careful because of the playoffs, and I-” He made a low groan in the back of his throat. His breath was hot against Leo’s cheek. “I just want to rest with you. To be with you.” He kissed Leo hard. “I missed you, mon soleil.”

Leo shuddered, breathing quick and shaky. “I’m sorry, Lo. I’m sorry I said anything about- about going to sleep early, I-”

“Sh, sh,” Logan hushed. He tucked himself under Leo’s chin. “It’s because you care. I love that about you.” He looked up at him. “Let’s eat our cake, oui? Then we go to bed.” Logan sighed and pushed himself further into Leo’s chest. “I want some rest more than none at all.”

“Soon, sweetheart,” Leo said, pulling back to rub up and down Logan’s arms. He jerked his head to the table. “C’mere, you can sit on my lap and I can feed you.”

Logan laughed and took the hand Leo offered, his other holding the cake. Leo did insist on feeding him, taking a bite for himself every now and then. Mostly, he just smiled at Logan, laughing softly as Logan told him about Percy putting shaving cream in Saint and Alex’s gloves, which had them chasing him around the arena with bottles of their own cream provided by Will. Apparently, he was invested in putting a stop to Percy’s practical pranking streak- Percy spent way too much time buying shaving cream, he said.

With every laugh, Leo wrapped Logan up tighter with his free arm until there was no space between them. After Leo took the final bite of cake, Logan kissed him just to taste it off his tongue. Leo obliged for a minute, then insisted that they get ready for bed.

“I want you to be comfy, sweetheart,” Leo said softly. “Then we can spend some more time together, but I want you ready for bed so you can just fall asleep when you need to.”

Logan told him didn’t know how he’d gotten so lucky.

Later, after brushing their teeth and Leo forcing him through a skincare routine, Logan sat straddled in Leo’s lap, kissing him languidly with his arms thrown across Leo’s shoulders, Leo’s hands running up and down his back. It felt good, to kiss just to kiss when they hadn’t had the time to in so long. Logan’s body was warm against his own, skin against skin now that they were just in their boxers. Logan let his head fall back with a slightly wanton sound as Leo moved down to kiss at his neck, scraping his teeth against the hinge of Logan’s jaw like he liked. Leo couldn’t help the pool of arousal working its way up his spine.

“Fuck,” he gasped suddenly, pulling back. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was a mess from Logan’s hands. “Fuck, we have to stop. We have to stop, we have to go to bed.” He blinked hard. “You need to sleep, oh God.”

Logan kissed him softly. “I want you.”

Leo sucked in a breath. “Logan, you can’t say that, not when we can’t-”

“Ouais, we can,” Logan whispered. He settled himself more firmly in the cradle of Leo’s hips. “We can go slow. I’ll be okay, mon coeur, I’m asking you to.” He sighed. “I missed you, Le.”

Leo bit the inside of his cheek, thinking. It didn’t take him long to decide, but he hoped his eyes conveyed he was still a bit worried. “Okay. Okay, but we have to go so slow-”

“Ouais,” Logan interrupted, suddenly urgent. “Ouais, yes, yes.” He bent to suck at Leo’s neck. “Leo.”

“I love you,” Leo gasped. “I love you so much.”

Then, in the dim light of their bedside lamp, Leo let Logan’s everything fill him up and held tightly to his body as he kissed Leo gently back against the pillows.

***

Finn and Leo

“How’s this, Le?”

Leo nodded, smiling at the way Finn patted the cushioned chair beside his own at the high top table. Finn smiled back, enjoying the way Leo looked golden under the dim cafe lights. He had seen the local band advertised a few days ago, coincidentally playing in his favorite cafe, and had immediately texted Leo demanding a date night.

Besides, he didn't want to be in their apartment any longer than he had to. Not when the winter nights left him cold on one side because Logan wasn't there to warm him up.

They had just played their last game before the All Star break, a matinee, and he could feel that excitement that preceded a vacation, even a stay at home one. He could tell that Leo did, too, with the way he'd been laughing freely that afternoon as he had cooked them an early dinner, the way he’d kissed Finn happily after Finn had held the door open for him to get out of the car. He looked sweet tonight, in his white wool sweater and jeans, golden chain peeking out when it caught the light. Finn took his hand and kissed it. “What do you want, sunshine? I’ll go to the bar and order.”

Leo smiled brightly. “You know what I want.” He leaned across the table and nudged their noses. “And a couple of those blueberry scones, if they still have them, please.”

“You got it,” Finn said, then kissed him briefly and walked to the bar.

The bartender smiled at him when he approached. “Finn,” he said. “The usual?”

“You know it, Marius,” Finn replied with a grin. “And a Dark ‘n Stormy for Le. Oh, and two of those blueberry scones, if they're still around, please?”

Marius nodded, already grabbing a shaker. “We always have them for our favorite food critic. Usual table?”

“Yep, thank you.” Finn slapped some bills on the bar. “Keep the change.”

“This is why you’re my favorite, O’Hara!” Marius called as Finn walked away.

Finn spun and gave him a thumbs up before turning back to walk towards their high top. Leo smiled and reached out his arms, Finn swaying into the cradle of his legs and rubbing his hands up and down Leo’s thighs. “Howdy, nutter butter.”

“Hi,” Leo said softly. “Usual?”

“Always, baby.” Finn kissed his cheek. “Got a couple scones for you. You’re their favorite food critic.”

Leo blushed happily. “That’s sweet.”

“Here we are,” a voice said behind them. A young woman about Leo’s age with long, dark hair placed a tray on their table. “One Manhattan, one Dark ‘n Stormy, and two blueberry scones for you.”

“Thanks, Isha,” Leo said, rubbing a thumb on Finn’s hip. “How’re classes?”

Isha scoffed. “Way harder than whatever hockey you're playing.”

Finn laughed. “I’ll drink to that. Hey, if you do well in fashion school, we’ll commission your first pieces, how does that sound?”

Isha rolled her eyes, but smiled. “Fine. But I hope you like colorful suits, because I make nothing short of fabulous.”

“Amen,” Leo said, reaching to take a sip of his drink. “I’m tired of black and navy.”

She knocked on their table. “I’ll leave you to it, guys. Enjoy!”

They waved her off, then Finn pulled away to sit on his own stool. “I’m kind of excited for the band. Haven’t seen them before.”

Leo hummed and picked up a scone. “Reg went out with Sirius and Remus to see them at the park the other week. Said they’re pretty acoustic.” He took a bite. “Fuck, these are good. Want some?”

Finn smiled and hooked their ankles together. “Nah, baby. I’m fine just sitting here looking at you.”

Leo rolled his eyes. His cheeks were red. “You’re so funny about that.”

“Uh, there’s nothing funny about it. I’ll sit and stare at you and Lo for hours. We’ll test it sometime.”

“You sure you can sit still for that long?” Leo’s eyes were playful.

Finn leaned in. “Sure, if there’s a reward.”

Leo laughed. “If that’s the case, I’m not sure Logan will sit still that long, either.” He straightened. “Hey, look, they’re starting.”

The band was small. A vocalist, guitarist, bassist. A keyboard player. The percussionist had a kit, but also a lot of small instruments Finn didn’t know the name of. They introduced themselves briefly, the vocalist swinging their long hair over their shoulder, then the drummer counted them off. They were a bit folk, almost country.

“Your taste in music, huh, Le?”

“Yeah.” Leo nodded, watching intently. He turned to look at Finn with a smile and reached out his hand. “Thanks for taking me.”

Finn tugged him. “C’mere.”

He led Leo over to stand back to chest with him. Sat on the high stool, Finn was the perfect height to rest his chin on Leo’s shoulder and watch. The skin of Leo’s neck was warm against his cheek, and he wrapped his arms tightly around Leo’s waist. Leo sighed and relaxed back into him, covering Finn’s hands with his own.

“I’m ready for a vacation,” Leo said softly. “Feels like that last roadie went on for ages.”

“Hm,” Finn agreed. He kissed Leo’s skin. “Can’t wait to have you to myself for a few days.”

He could feel Leo smile. “All for you? What if Logan wants me?”

“You’re both all for me,” Finn countered. He buried his nose into Leo’s soft sweater. “All mine.”

Leo leaned back to look at him. “All yours.” He twisted slightly, bringing one hand up to cup Finn’s jaw. “What’s wrong?”

Finn bent to tuck his nose behind Leo’s neck, out of view from the rest of the people. “Miss him.”

“I know,” Leo said, scratching his scalp. “But he’ll be driving home tomorrow after his game. Early, too, it’s at one ‘o clock.”

“I know,” Finn sighed. “And I can’t wait to have a week with both of you, but- it’s just a week.”

This part of the season was always the most difficult. Time spent with Logan was finite and few and far between. They missed him constantly, like a bruise, and trying to fit everything in was impossible. They’d gotten better at not doing that after it made Leo have an anxiety-fused meltdown trying to make all of Logan’s favorite foods during the last All Star break. Now, they mostly enjoyed being in each other’s presence wherever they were: going out to dinner, going for a walk, helping Leo in the kitchen, even cleaning their apartment. But it still didn’t make them hold Logan any less tight when they bid him goodbye.

Leo saw right through him. He kissed the side of Finn’s head. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

Finn lifted his head. Leo’s eyes were soft, his hand gentle as he cupped Finn’s cheek. Finn kissed his engagement ring. “I love you.”

Leo smiled and nudged their noses together. “I love you.” He kissed Finn lightly. “How about this? Tomorrow, we get up and go for a run, then stop by the bakery on the way back and the indoor farmer’s market at the church. I’ll make some nice BLTs and potato wedges for lunch while we watch Logan play, then we sit and cuddle and read until he gets home.”

Finn smiled. “Yeah, okay.” He pressed their temples together. “And tonight?”

Leo’s grin was sly. “We’ll finish here, then you’ll take me to bed. Then tomorrow you take us both to bed.”

Finn laughed softly. “I love that.” He kissed Leo again. “Thank you.”

Leo nodded, then turned back towards the band. “You’re forever for us, sweetheart. After all this hockey is done, we’ll still want you.”

Finn nodded and pressed his lips to Leo’s neck. “Yeah. Yeah, I like forever.”

Leo snorted. “You love forever.” He wiggled further into Finn’s arms. “Now hold me close, O’Hara, the band’s not done.”

Finn squeezed him tighter, settling into Leo’s body as the band wrapped up another song. There was light applause, then the lead singer was smiling at them from the small, raised stage.

“This next one’s a cover,” they said. “An oldie, but a goodie. It’s, in my opinion, one of the most romantic songs to have ever been written, and we love playing it for folks.”

The percussionist picked up a couple shaker eggs, and the keyboardist and bassist a couple violins. Finn raised his eyebrows, intrigued.

“Alright, here we go.”

When the first notes played, Finn gasped out a laugh.

Leo patted his thigh. “What?”

“Nothing,” Finn said with a smile, voice a little tight. Leo turned to look at him fully, eyebrows furrowed. Finn shook his head. “Nothing, it’s just- Lo and I were reading together, this summer, when you were calling your parents to tell them we were engaged.” He bit his lip at the memory. “We were listening to the John Denver vinyl, and this song came on. Lo said it always reminded him of you.”

Leo smiled. “Yeah? Annie’s Song?”

Finn nodded. “Yeah. He said this one, and the other one. About the sun.”

“Sunshine On My Shoulders.”

“Yes, that one.” Finn took a shaky breath. “And he said he wants to dance to them with you at our wedding.”

Leo’s smile was so wide both dimples appeared. “He does?”

Finn used a finger to turn Leo to face him more directly. His eyes were watering. “Mm hm.”

“And what’d you say?”

Finn kissed him. “I said that if he gets two first dances with you, then I get two with each of you, too. Then we get two to dance all together.”

Leo laughed. “People are going to get sick of watching us.”

“I don’t care,” Finn said. “They don’t even have to be there.”

“My mama would be so mad.”

“Well, she can come and watch if she wants, but when you two are dancing, I won’t be a good conversationalist.” He nosed at Leo’s neck. “I’ll be too busy watching my husbands.”

Leo sucked in a breath. “Your husbands.”

“My husbands.”

“All yours.”

“All mine.”

Leo gripped his hair to draw him into a deep kiss, too needy for a public setting. When he pulled back, his face was flushed and his voice a little high. “Take me home. Please, Finn.”

Finn sighed happily. The sound of the violins carried over the crowd. “After this song,” he whispered. He settled back against the chair and closed his eyes with a smile, tucking Leo’s face into his neck, hand in his curls. “I’m imagining my husbands dancing.”

***

The Cubs

“You want to take them where?”

“To the spa, Layla,” Leo said. “The one Lily gave you vouchers for for your birthday. The really good new one, owned by the lesbian couple?”

“Oh, that place is fantastic.”

Leo and Layla looked over to Thomas, who was contentedly sitting in his ice bath.

Layla looked amused. “You been, Talky?”

“Have I? Fuck, Kasey, James, and I got our relaxation on with the girls one day. Best day of my life.” He snorted. “And I know Kasey went back with Alex and Natalie. Apparently Alex fell asleep in the massage chair.”

That made Leo and Layla laugh. She turned back to massage out his tight quad. “I can give you the phone number, Nut. You going during Christmas?”

Lep nodded. “Yeah, I said I wanted to take them out on a date when Logan’s home for a couple days. Figured this would be relaxing.” He shrugged. “Plus, I figured it’d be a bit… safer for us, you know? They’ve got a three or more persons relationship package.”

She raised her eyebrows. “You think Finn can sit still that long?”

“If he’s in a comfy chair, sure. He loves a good chair.”

Thomas snorted. “I swear, he’s an old man. When he reads he slides his glasses down his nose.”

Leo smiled. “I know. He’ll be such a sexy old man.”

“And that’s enough for today, I think,” Layla said, looking at him pointedly. “Up you get, go shower. I’ll text you the number.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Leo said brightly. “I’ll bake you a pie as a thank you.”

“Pecan, please!” she called out after him.

“You got it!”

***

Logan looked confusedly at the building in front of them. “You are taking us…”

“...to a spa?” Finn finished. “What for?”

Leo smiled. “You’ll see.”

“This better be worth leaving our bed,” Logan grumbled.

Leo took his hand and kissed his cheek. “Promise, honey. It’s to get you to relax.”

Logan cocked an eyebrow. “You already know how to get me relaxed.”

“Tremblay,” Finn scolded gently. “Public indecency is not how I want to go to jail!”

Leo left them to their quiet bickering and approached the desk attendant. She had brown hair that faded into purple waves at the ends and a pronoun pin that said Izzy she/her on it. “Hi, ma’am. Reservation for three people at 2 o’clock for Leo Knut?”

She smiled back. “Hi there, Leo. You can follow me!”

They were led back to a changing room, where they were instructed to dress themselves in the robes folded on the benches. The room smelled like eucalyptus.

Finn looked around at the space. “Wowzers. This place is nice.” He looked up at the wall, where there were various Pride flags hung up, as there were all over the building. “Cute.”

“How’d you find it, Le?” Logan asked.

Leo reached down to play with his fingers, poking out of the robe sleeves. It was a little big on him. “Layla. She gave me the number. We got a package.”

Finn raised his eyebrows. “Like a couple’s package?”

Leo nodded. “Yeah, but they do relationship packages for more than two people.” He blushed a little, biting his cheek. “I know we want to spend as much time together as possible, but I thought it’d be relaxing. We don’t always get to do this stuff, you know? At least not like other people.” He shrugged, ducking down a little. “I thought it’d be romantic.”

Logan smiled brightly at him, looping his arms around Leo’s waist and falling onto his chest with a sigh. “It is romantic, soleil.” He stood on his toes to kiss Leo gently. “You’re just so…”

“Sweet?” Finn supplied.

“Oui. The sweetest.” He bit Leo’s jaw. “Like candy.”

Finn made an eager little sound and pressed a burst of kisses to Leo’s cheek. “Does that mean we get to eat you, sunshine? Because I’m so game for that.”

Leo shook his head, but was grinning. “Later. First it’s massage time.”

Three people knocked on the door and led them to three massage tables, lined up side by side. Leo’s masseuse, Leanna, instructed him to take his robe off and lay down with a towel around his hips. He did as told, and sighed deeply when she began rubbing lotion on him and working on his upper back.

“Jesus Christ,” a voice came. It was Logan’s masseuse, Iris. “I’m going to break my hands, you’ve got so many knots. What is it you said you did again?”

“Professional hockey players,” Finn replied. He sounded halfway asleep. “He also frequently gets into fights.”

“Fish.”

Iris sighed. “That’ll do it.” Leo laughed as he heard their knuckles crack. “Let’s get to work then, Logan. I’m going to have you so unwound, it’ll be like magic.”

***

About an hour later, when they were declared done, Logan and Leo sat up, Logan rolling his shoulders and neck. Their masseuses turned away politely to let them put their robes back on, then Logan let out a satisfied groan. He looked at Iris with wide eyes. “Merde. You really did work magic.”

Iris smiled. “You gave me a run for my money. My elbow could only dig so far into those big muscles of yours.”

A knock on the door interrupted their laughter, and Izzy poked her head in. “We all good here? The next room is ready for you.”

“Hi, baby,” Iris said. “We’re all done.” They jerked their head at Logan. “This one had knots the size of a baseball.”

Izzy winced. “Yikes. Leanna, Felicity, any trouble?”

Felicity shook her head. “No.” She looked to Finn. “But I think he’s asleep.”

Indeed, Finn had fallen asleep. His breathing was even, and there were soft snores coming from where his face was poking through the head rest.

They all laughed softly, and Logan hopped off his bed to crouch beside Finn. “Rouge,” he whispered. “Rouge, wake up. Gotta get dressed.” When Finn still didn’t stir he kissed his back. “Finn.”

Finn jerked awake at his name, almost letting the towel slide down. Leo acted quickly and held it for him. “No nudity here, O’Hara.”

The masseuses laughed, and Finn pushed up onto his elbows in surprise. He blinked hard. “Oh man.” He tilted his head up to look at Logan, who gazed at him adoringly. “I took a nap.”

“That you did,” Felicity said with a grin. She clapped her hands. “Robe on, let’s go. You get face masks next.”

***

“You boys want anything to drink?” Isaiah, one of their estheticians, said. He was mixing Leo’s face mask. The other esthetician, Marcy, was washing up from doing Finn’s. “We got iced tea, fruity iced tea, lemonade, green juice.”

Leo looked to Logan, who was relaxed against his chair, a ridiculous blue mask on his face and cucumbers on his eyes. Finn’s brown eyes were peeking out from his white mask, his own cucumber slices in his hand as he considered.

“You have sweet tea?” Leo asked.

Isaiah smiled and nodded “I thought I detected a southern accent. Where are you from?”

“New Orleans, sir.”

“Savannah.”

Leo laughed. “I’m in good company, then.”

Isaiah winked and turned to Finn. “Anything for you?”

Finn nodded. “Unsweetened iced tea with lemon for me, thanks.” He jerked his head at Logan. “He’ll take the sweetest drink you got in your largest glass, please.”

“Ouais, s'il vous plaît,” Logan sighed happily.

Marcy laughed. “I’ll go grab them for you. You finish with Leo, Isaiah, I’ll be right back.”

She slipped out the door, then Isaiah turned to Leo. “Alright, let’s get to work.” He peered at Leo’s face. “I can’t believe how good your skin already is.”

Leo blushed. He thought about his acne scars on his cheek and jaw. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Isaiah said. “You moisturize really well, which is the most important thing.” He brushed his fingers on Leo’s jaw. “I know you’ve got blemishes here, but considering you spend your days with a mask over your sweaty face, your skin is fantastic. Your scars don’t seem irritated- they should heal, and your pores are still pretty clear.” He raised his eyebrows at Logan. “Unlike Mr. Blackheads over there.”

That made Leo laugh. “I’m working on it. They were both frat boys; skin care isn’t their forte.”

Isaiah looked amused. “Frat boys? Didn’t know they came in the polyamorous variety.”

Leo shrugged. “Me neither.” He roved his eyes over Finn and Logan’s bodies. “Got lucky I guess.”

Isaiah smiled. “Alright, loverboy. Close your eyes.”

The mask was cool against his face as Isaiah applied it in smooth strokes with his plastic spatula. It relaxed him against the seat, along with the cool air and the soft music of the room. If he listened close enough, he could hear Logan and Finn breathing beside him.

A knock sounded at the door, then Marcy walked in carrying a tray. “Order up.”

Leo watched amusedly as Logan straightened and held out his hand when Marcy instructed him to. His drink was indeed in a tall glass and looked like a sunset, yellow liquid fading into orange, then pink. There were bits of fruit floating in it. He took a sip, nodding approvingly. “Ouais,” he sighed. He then relaxed back into the chair, cucumber eyes and all, straw resting in his mouth. “Ouais. Merci.”

They all laughed, Finn and Leo saying a polite thanks when they were given their tea. Leo took a sip, letting the thick, sugary taste settle over his tongue before leaning back to let Isaiah place cucumbers over his eyes.

“Twenty for the mask and the cukes, okay? We’ll leave you for a bit.”

“Thank you,” Leo said, then the click of the door left them just with each other.

They laid in silence for a while, each basking in the relaxation. Every now and then Logan would let out a happy little sound as he sipped his tea. After a few minutes, Leo felt Finn’s long, dexterous fingers take his own.

“Thanks for taking us, Le, baby,” he said softly with a squeeze to Leo’s hand. “You’re so sweet.”

Leo squeezed back. “Thanks for going along with it.” He fiddled with Finn’s fingers some more. “I didn’t know if you’d like it or not.”

“Non,” Logan sighed. “I love it.”

Finn scoffed. “Of course you would, you absolutely pampered baby. You get massages at home, too!”

Leo could imagine Logan’s smirk. “Ouais. I bat my eyelashes and you give me anything I want.”

Finn scoffed again, but didn’t protest.

Leo tugged at him gently. “I love you, sweethearts.”

“Je t’aime.”

“Love you, lovers.” There was the thud of Finn’s head falling against his seat. “You know, this skincare thing isn’t so bad. Might have to do face mask date nights at home.”

That got a laugh out of Leo. “Whatever you want, honey.”

They were interrupted by another knock on the door and it creaking open. “We all set here, boys?”

“Come in!” Leo called.

Two pairs of footsteps sounded, then some running water. There was a deep sigh from Isaiah. “Alright, Mr. Blackheads. Let’s see how we did.”

Leo took the cucumbers off his eyes to watch Marcy and Isaiah wash off his boys’ masks and apply some moisturizer, Isaiah with a pointed look at Logan and some containers.

“A sample of the mask and the cream,” he said. “My parting gift to you.”

Logan smiled sheepishly. “Merci.”

Finally, Marcy washed off Leo’s own mask and applied some moisturizer, peering at his skin. “You want a sample of the mask, too? I think it’ll help the scarring reduce quicker, especially since you’ve already taken such good care of your skin.”

Leo nodded and accepted the small container with a blush. “Thank you.”

Finn leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Pretty baby.” He flopped dramatically against his chair. “I don’t wanna leave.” He pouted. “Can we come back?”

Marcy laughed. “We’ll happily let you blow your NHL salary on us.” She walked towards the door. “You can change into your clothes and then pay at reception on the way out!”

They thanked them both, then went to the changing room to put their clothes on. Finn took one look at them and whistled lowly. “You two are glowing. Got my own shiny Greek god statues.”

Leo looked down at himself. He supposed the massage lotion had made him pretty shiny. When he caught Finn's eye again, he was staring. “Harz,” Leo laughed.

“Mm?” Finn was not really paying attention.

“Eyes up here, sweetheart.”

“But I don't want to look at your eyes.”

Logan laughed, shucking off his robe completely. “Rouge. Time to change.”

When Finn turned to Logan, he raised his eyebrows higher. He focused in on Logan's pecs. “Would you be open to public indecency?”

Leo scoffed. “No way. I'm not sweating or washing all this moisturizer off. Gotta let it sit on the skin for a bit.”

Finn groaned, reaching for his shirt. “But how long?”

“Probably a good few hours, honey.”

That did not seem to help the situation. “No,” Finn whined. “I did not sign up for this. Peanut.”

Leo laughed as he pulled his jeans up, leaning to press a lingering kiss to the side of Finn's head. “You'll be okay, sweetheart. Just until, like, ten o'clock tonight, okay?”

Finn bonked his head against Leo's shoulder. “I'm setting an alarm,” he grunted “You can't get out of Christmas break sex.”

“Wouldn't dream of it, mon coeur “ Logan said with a brief kiss to Finn's cheek. “D'accord, let's go. Want to go to the Sunstone for dinner?”

“Hey, this is my date I'm taking you on,” Leo pouted.

Logan looked over his shoulder with a smirk as he opened the door. “I didn't say I would be paying. Allez.”

They walked out to the reception desk, Leo pulling out his credit card. Izzy smiled at him and she pulled his charge up on the computer. “Did you have fun?”

Leo nodded. “Absolutely. Y'all might have tricked them into skincare.”

She laughed. “Yeah, that tends to be a theme with most men.” She took his card and swiped it, handing it back with a flourish. “You're all set!”

“Thank you,” Leo said, placing some bills on the counter. “Seriously, it was really good. I'll leave these for you guys.”

Izzy smiled. “You're a real gentleman, Mr. Knut.”

He smiled back. “It's my southern disposition. Now,” he sighed, turning back to Logan and Finn, who were thumb wrestling. “I think my two knuckleheads are hungry.”

“Have a good night, boys!”

“Thank you!” Logan and Finn called back, jostling each other on the way to the car, attempting to continue thumb wrestling while they walked. A particularly hard movement from Logan sent Finn slipping on the ice.

“Woah!”

Leo caught him around the waist and hauled him to the passenger side. “Jesus, you two are walking hazards wherever you go.”

“Hey, that's not me. That's my loser brother.”

Leo just kissed him briefly. “In the car, please. I'm hungry for steak.”

“Ouais,” Logan said, opening the back door on Finn's side. He took Leo's hand. “Merci, soleil. I had a lot of fun.”

Logan's smile was so lovely that Leo had to kiss him, too. “I really love you.” He looked between them. “I love to date you, too.”

Finn's gaze was soft. “Good,” he whispered. “I think I want to date you a long time.”

Leo bit his lip around his own smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Finn looked to Logan. “How's that sound, Lo, baby?”

Logan fell against Leo's chest, arms around his waist. “C'est bien.” He sighed, nuzzling into Leo's jacket. “C'est bien.”

Leo kissed his head. “Let's go, sweethearts.” He walked around the car to climb in the driver's side. “Dinner awaits us.”

“Make sure you eat up,” Finn said. Leo saw his smirk out of the corner of his eye as he backed the car up. “You'll need lots of energy starting at ten o'clock. Perfect end to a date, in my opinion. Perfect end to a day.”

Leo caught Logan's eye in the rearview mirror. Logan was looking back, eyes soft and lovingly exasperated in the way Finn could only make him.

“Yeah,” Leo said, smiling. “Perfect end to a day.”

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