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Logan Fields carefully adjusted the telescope mounted beside the dorm window, his brows furrowed in delicate concentration. The night was clear—not clear enough for deep-sky objects, thanks to the constant halo of campus lights—but he still checked the alignment out of habit. Ritual. Structure.
Behind him, the door burst open with the kind of drama only one person could bring.
“You’re seriously gonna wear that?” Aiden’s voice crackled like fireworks in a museum. He stopped in the doorway, scanning Logan’s neatly layered sweater-over-button-down ensemble like it had personally offended him.
Logan didn’t turn around. “Yes.”
Aiden stomped into the room. “Logan. Buddy. Starboy. That outfit screams, ‘I came to study the vodka molecules, not drink them.’”
Logan sighed and adjusted his glasses. “You’re not wrong.”
Aiden flopped on Tyler’s bed, upside-down like a bat. “You’re a lost cause.”
At that exact moment, the door opened again—quieter this time—and Tyler Hernandez stepped in, baseball cap on backwards and his hoodie slung over one shoulder. He had a way of filling a room with very little effort. Confident, not loud. His eyes skimmed the scene. “Roasting Logan again?”
“Always” Aiden said brightly.
Tyler grinned, crossing the room to grab a water bottle off his desk. As he passed Logan, his shoulder brushed lightly against Logan’s—barely a touch, but enough to send static up Logan’s spine.
“You look fine,” Tyler added casually, looking down at him. “Relax.”
Logan blinked. “I… uh. Thanks.”
Aiden rolled over dramatically. “Ugh, are you guys gonna do this tonight? At the party?”
“What?” Tyler and Logan asked in unison.
“That whole ‘straight-boy-gazes-at-his-roommate-like-he’s-a-lighthouse-in-a-thunderstorm’ thing.” Aiden grinned, then wiggled his eyebrows. “Anyway. Ashlyn’s downstairs threatening someone over speaker control. We leave in ten.”
“Don’t wait for me” Logan muttered, peeling off the sweater slowly. “I’ll catch up.”
Aiden saluted and exited in a blur of sarcasm.
Tyler was still there. Watching.
Logan gave him a side glance. “You’re still staring.”
Tyler leaned on the doorframe. “Just wondering when you’re gonna admit you love all this chaos.”
Logan let a smile tug at his lips. “Only when you admit you like rooming with a nerd.”
Tyler’s smile was slower, warmer. “I never said I didn’t.”
Then he left, leaving Logan in the suddenly too-quiet room with a heart full of stardust.
~~~~
The party was already at full volume by the time Logan arrived.
The apartment was packed. Someone had twisted Christmas lights around every available fixture, casting colorful shadows that danced across the floor like confetti. A speaker in the corner blasted bass-heavy music that shook Logan’s ribs more than his eardrums. The air smelled like vodka, sugar, and the unmistakable tang of cheap cologne.
He hovered by the kitchen counter, holding a plastic cup of something vaguely red and entirely suspicious. He wasn’t sure if it was fruit punch or battery acid.
“I see you made it” Ashlyn said, appearing beside him like a ghost with attitude. Her orange braids were curled over one shoulder, and she wore all black, like someone who attended a funeral and stayed for the snacks.
“You thought I wouldn’t?” Logan replied, eyes scanning the crowd.
“I took bets” she deadpanned, sipping from her own cup.
Across the room, Aiden was on top of a folding chair, conducting a group chant like a dictator with a karaoke machine. Logan spotted Tyler in the back, arms folded, smiling lightly at the chaos. His deep brown eyes found Logan’s for a moment, then flicked away like it never happened.
Ashlyn followed his gaze. “So. You and Mr. Baseball getting married soon or…?”
Logan choked. “We’re not—”
“I know.” She smirked. “Doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy watching you pine like a Victorian widow.”
“You’re the worst."
Behind them two people approached and one of them was Tyler's lovely sister. Taylor looked at Logan. “Hey!”
“Hey,” he smiled. “You brought Ben.”
Ben raised a hand in silent greeting.
Taylor tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, glancing toward the living room. “Aiden’s already starting trouble.”
“You’re shocked?” Logan asked.
She giggled.
Ben, meanwhile, had taken up a silent post beside her, his hand brushing hers once, then again. His face was unreadable, but his ears were red.
Logan leaned toward Ashlyn. “They’re ridiculous.”
She nodded. “The denial is contagious.”
Then Tyler appeared again—closer this time—carrying two cups. He held one out to Logan. “Safer drink. From the fridge. Not the mystery tub.”
Logan blinked. “You brought me—"
“I know you don’t trust the jungle juice” Tyler said, amused. “Figured I’d save your taste buds.”
“That’s… considerate.”
Tyler shrugged. “You’d do the same.”
Logan accepted the cup and smiled down at it. “Thanks, Tyler.”
Tyler bumped his elbow lightly. “You know, you could try having fun tonight.”
“I am” Logan protested.
“Your idea of fun involves cataloging everyone’s star signs.”
“And avoiding meningitis, yes.”
Tyler chuckled, deep and low. “Come on. Aiden wants to start a game.”
“I hate games.”
“You’ll like this one.”
Logan narrowed his eyes. “That’s what people say right before I end up doing shots off a traffic cone.”
But Tyler was already walking away, glancing back just once, trusting Logan would follow.
And he did.
Of course he did.
The couch sagged dangerously under the weight of six overgrown college kids, half-buzzed and wholly chaotic. Someone’s glittery costume left residue on the floor, the music thumped faintly from a Bluetooth speaker, and a now-empty bowl of popcorn had become a cradle for bottle caps.
Aiden, legs kicked up over the arm of the couch like he owned the apartment (which he did not), lifted an empty vodka bottle like a mic.
“Alright, nerds and emotionally repressed hotties, it’s time,” he declared. “Truth or. Freaking. Dare.”
Ashlyn, perched on the rug with her long braids draped over one shoulder, looked unimpressed. “I swear to God, Aiden, if you start this with a dare involving someone licking something again—”
“Too late,” he grinned, red eyes gleaming under the dim lighting.
Logan sat cross-legged beside her, a half-full cup in his hands, blinking owlishly behind his glasses. He was comfortably tipsy—not quite drunk, just in the hazy in-between where the room felt warmer and his internal monologue had started narrating things like a rom-com voiceover.
Across from him, Tyler leaned against the couch, one arm slung lazily over a cushion. His dark brown eyes flicked over the group like he was keeping score. Calm. Collected. Quiet.
Logan hated how his brain short-circuited every time Tyler did something as mundane as… sit. Or breathe.
Ben signed something at Taylor, who was sitting close enough for their shoulders to brush. She giggled quietly and translated, “He says he’s only playing if no one makes him do anything dumb.”
Aiden rolled his eyes. “Ben. Buddy. You’re like a walking statue of hot repression. You’re already dumb and in denial. Perfect target.” He spun an empty bottle with the flair of someone who had done this way too many times.
The bottle pointed at Ashlyn.
“Truth” she said before it even stopped spinning.
“Ugh, you’re no fun,” Aiden groaned. “Fine. Is it true that you have a specific playlist saved on Spotify titled ‘murder Aiden in his sleep’?”
Ashlyn didn’t blink. “It’s actually called ‘murder Aiden but make it slow and satisfying.’”
“God, marry me,” Aiden grinned. Then glanced at Logan, stage-whispering, “She wants me. It’s fine. She’ll break eventually.”
“Only if it’s your spine,” Ashlyn muttered.
Tyler snorted.
Logan sipped his drink to hide the smile. Chaos is good. Chaos means they’re not looking at me.
The game rolled on. Dares flew. Ben was dared to eat four marshmallows whole and look seductive (he failed, but Taylor blushed). Ashlyn dared Aiden to go a full five minutes without talking—he managed one before fake-sobbing. Taylor was dared to say who she’d kiss in the room if she had to choose. She turned crimson and choked on her drink.
The bottle spun again.
This time, it landed squarely on Logan.
“Ohhhh boy.” Aiden clapped his hands. “Truth or dare, Astro Boy?”
Logan glanced at Tyler, who raised one brow like a silent dare.
“…Dare.”
Ashlyn made a warning noise under her breath. Aiden’s grin grew teeth.
“I dare you” he said, dragging the sentence out like a magician unveiling a trick, “to sit on Tyler’s lap for the next three rounds.”
Logan immediately choked on air.
Tyler blinked, clearly not expecting that either, but he didn’t object. His posture straightened slightly. “You okay with that?” he asked Logan directly, voice lower than usual.
Logan’s ears turned red. “Y-Yeah. Yeah. It’s just a dare, right?” he said way too fast.
He stood up, stepping over Ashlyn’s crossed legs, and awkwardly turned to face Tyler like he wasn’t sure which direction was “lap-safe.” Tyler patted his thigh with a lazy smirk.
Logan exhaled like he was about to skydive and—carefully—sat down.
His weight settled on Tyler’s thighs. Strong thighs. Very strong thighs.
Oh no, abort mission. Abort—
“Comfortable?” Tyler asked casually, one arm draping behind Logan’s back in an undeniably not platonic way.
“I’m fine” Logan squeaked, voice jumping a full octave.
Aiden was thriving. “This is the greatest moment of my short, cursed life.”
Ben signed something, holding back a smile. Taylor giggled as she translated, “He says Logan’s face is turning the same color as Aiden’s demon eyes.”
Tyler leaned slightly closer to Logan’s ear. “You don’t have to stay if you’re uncomfortable.”
“No. I—I’m good” Logan stammered. “It’s, uh. Warm.”
“It’s the thighs” Tyler said simply. “Baseball training.”
“Okay” Logan breathed, definitely not okay.
“Next round!” Aiden shouted. “Let’s keep this energy! Ashlyn, truth or dare!”
“Dare,” she said darkly.
“I dare you to kiss Aiden on the cheek” he said with the drama of a man who had just handed over the final rose.
Ashlyn stared him down.
Aiden leaned forward like an eager puppy.
She walked over, bent low… and licked his cheek.
“Close enough” Taylor said, horrified and amazed.
Logan, still on Tyler’s lap, turned his head slightly—too quickly—and his temple bumped Tyler’s jaw. “Sorry—!”
Tyler shook his head. “You’re fine.”
For a moment, their eyes met. Logan’s heartbeat forgot its usual rhythm.
And then someone knocked over a bottle, and the moment dissolved into shouting.
“Okay, Logan’s got two more rounds left in Tyler’s Thigh Jail” Aiden declared like a chaotic auctioneer. “Place your bets on whether he spontaneously combusts.”
Logan considered burying his face in his hands but opted instead to stare blankly into the void (a.k.a. the coffee table). Tyler’s hand rested lightly on the couch behind him, his fingers occasionally brushing against Logan’s back when he shifted. Completely accidental. Probably.
His whole body was on high alert, betraying him. Nerdy logic, please override stupid feelings. This is just a dare. A dumb, flirty, college-party dare.
“You’re doing great, sweetie” Ashlyn murmured, nudging his knee with a knowing look. “Only a little pink in the cheeks now.”
“Kill me” Logan whispered.
“Hey, question,” Taylor piped up softly. “If you had to switch crushes with someone in the room, who would you pick?”
She slapped a hand over her mouth immediately. “Wait—I didn’t mean—!”
Ben froze.
Tyler straightened slightly.
Aiden looked like he had just been gifted front-row seats to emotional anarchy. “Oooooh, someone’s playing dangerously with truth today.”
“I-I was just thinking hypothetically!” Taylor squeaked.
Ashlyn raised an eyebrow, glancing between her and Ben. “Uh-huh. Totally hypothetical, like my playlist named ‘stab Aiden.’”
Ben signed furiously, cheeks red. Taylor looked like she was considering crawling under the couch.
Tyler’s arm stiffened behind Logan, just a little.
Aiden, of course, made it worse. “I mean, honestly, Ben, Taylor, we’ve all seen the way you two look at each other like you’re trying to telepathically confess. Just do it already. I promise your twin brother will only throw one tantrum.”
Tyler shot him a glare. “I don’t throw tantrums."
''You seethe. Like a brooding vampire with gym membership'' Aiden said. ''It's hot, but scary.''
Ashlyn looked at Logan, lips twitching. ''This is one extended fanfiction, huh?''
Logan nodded solemny. ''...and we're trapped in the slow burn chapter.''
The bottle spun again. This time, it landed on Tyler.
Aiden gasped like someone had just pulled Excalibur from the stone. “Oh my god. Tyler.”
Tyler raised an eyebrow. “Dare.”
“No hesitation. King behavior” Aiden said with a salute. “Alright, then. I dare you to tell us who you wouldn’t let Logan date.”
Logan froze.
Tyler blinked, deadpan. “Aiden.”
The group erupted with laughter.
Ashlyn wiped a fake tear from her eye. “He didn’t even flinch. That was immediate.”
“Excuse me?” Aiden scoffed. “I would be an excellent boyfriend. I’d buy Logan telescopes and stuff. Take him stargazing. Let him name asteroids after me.”
“Yeah” Tyler muttered. “That’s the problem.”
Logan was torn between bursting out laughing and melting into the floor.
He risked a glance back at Tyler.
The older boy wasn’t smiling, exactly, but there was a flicker in his eyes—something possessive, fleeting. Logan’s stomach flipped.
Was it…?
No. No. He was just being protective, like usual. That was Tyler’s thing.
“Alright” Aiden said, stretching. “One more round before people start passing out or making out.”
The bottle spun again. Logan prayed to every celestial body he knew. Mercury, Jupiter, the spirit of Neil Armstrong—
It pointed to him.
“Oh, we are ending strong!” Aiden clapped. “Last round, and guess what? You’re still on Lap Patrol, baby.”
“Can someone else spin?” Logan asked weakly.
“Sure” Ashlyn said, already reaching for the bottle. She gave it a good twist, eyes glinting.
It landed on Tyler.
Of course.
Of. Course.
Aiden made a noise like a dying animal. “Oh my GOD. Okay. Logan. Dare. Final one. I dare you… to whisper one thing in Tyler’s ear that you would never say sober.”
The entire room went quiet.
Even Taylor and Ben stopped blinking.
Ashlyn covered her mouth, watching with wicked interest.
Logan’s brain completely flatlined. “I—what? I—You can’t—I mean—”
“You can” Tyler said quietly. “If you want to.”
Logan could barely think. His heartbeat was in his throat. This was dumb. A game. College antics. This meant nothing.
He leaned slightly—so slightly—and whispered into Tyler’s ear, voice barely above a breath:
“You make it really hard to pretend I don’t like you.”
Then he sat back like he’d just defused a bomb and needed to leave the planet immediately.
Tyler didn’t move. His expression didn’t change. Not at first.
Then—slowly—his jaw flexed. His eyes met Logan’s, steady and unreadable.
Aiden’s eyes were bulging. “Okay what did you say?! That face—That’s a face! You did something!”
Logan shrugged, pretending to sip from an empty cup.
Ashlyn narrowed her eyes. “Logan Fields, I will pry that whisper out of your astronomy-loving brain.”
Before anyone could press further, Tyler stood.
With Logan still in his lap.
Which meant Logan yelped and practically clung to him like a koala.
Tyler just… picked him up. Cool and casual. Like Logan weighed nothing.
“Bedtime,” Tyler said simply.
Logan sputtered. “I can walk, you know—!”
“Sure” Tyler replied, not setting him down. “But you won’t.”
The room burst into laughter again as Tyler carried Logan away, Logan flailing slightly.
“YOU CAN’T JUST KIDNAP YOUR CRUSH” Aiden yelled after them. “That’s illegal! I think!”
Ashlyn smirked and leaned back against the couch. “They’re roommates. It’s fine."
~~~~
Tyler raised a brow, crossing the room with slow, deliberate steps. “You looked fine.”
“I looked like a tomato having a crisis.”
Tyler stood at the edge of the bed now, looking down at him with that unreadable expression again—warm, but calculating.
“Then you make a really cute tomato."
Logan sat up too fast and immediately regretted it. “I—what?”
Tyler shrugged, the smallest smirk ghosting on his lips. “Nothing. Just saying.”
He pulled off his sweatshirt, revealing a black vest underneath that left Logan’s brain short-circuiting again. Muscles. Collarbone. Why are shoulders hot, this is unfair.
Logan turned away, trying to think about literally anything else. “There’s still only one bed.”
“Yep.”
Tyler didn’t move. He was waiting.
“Are we, uh…” Logan gestured vaguely. “Doing the awkward side-hug sleep thing again? Or full platonic spooning?”
“You pick” Tyler said simply, voice soft now.
Logan swallowed.
A beat passed.
Then Tyler stepped closer and sat on the bed, their knees brushing. “Hey. You okay?”
The question wasn’t loaded. It wasn’t mocking. Just… genuine.
Logan nodded, then hesitated. “I mean, yeah. I think. I’m just… processing.”
Tyler leaned back against the wall, one leg folded on the bed, the other still hanging off. “About the party?”
“About everything.” Logan glanced at him. “I didn’t mean to say that thing in your ear. I mean, I did, but not like—ugh, I don’t know.”
Tyler was quiet for a moment.
“You’re not the only one who’s been pretending.”
Logan blinked.
“What?”
Tyler’s eyes were dark and honest now, no teasing, no sarcasm. “It’s not just you. I’ve been holding back for months.”
Logan’s heart skipped. “You have?”
Tyler looked away briefly, then back. “You’re not easy to ignore, Logan. Even when you’re trying to disappear into a hoodie and talk about constellations like you’re not the smartest guy in the room.”
Logan laughed once, under his breath. “Most people ignore me just fine.”
“Then they’re idiots.”
That hit harder than it should have.
They sat in silence again, but now it was different—warmer. Logan glanced at Tyler’s hands, his forearms, then back up.
“You’re not as cool as you act” he said softly.
Tyler grinned. “No?”
“Nope. You’re just a huge softie with anger issues and a savior complex.”
“And you’re a socially anxious disaster who blushes every time I blink.”
Logan huffed a laugh. “Touché.”
Tyler’s expression softened further. “I meant it, by the way. You are cute. Even when you’re panicking.”
“I’m still panicking.”
“I can tell.”
Logan slowly lay back down on the bed, rolling to face the wall. “This is dangerous. We’re flirting. In a bed.”
“I noticed.”
Logan’s voice dropped to almost a whisper. “We’re both sober now.”
Tyler mirrored him, lying on his side so they were back-to-back. Close. Almost touching.
“Yeah.”
“You gonna say it?”
“Say what?”
Logan rolled halfway to glance over his shoulder. “That you like me.”
Tyler’s voice was quiet. But not uncertain.
“I like you.”
There it was.
Not shouted. Not forced.
Just… truth.
The weight of it filled the room like gravity.
Logan smiled to himself, burying his face in the pillow. “You’re gonna regret saying that if I start kicking you in my sleep.”
Tyler shifted closer. “I can handle it.”
Then—
Very gently—
His hand brushed against Logan’s under the blanket.
Neither of them moved away.
And for the first time in weeks, Logan didn’t feel like he had to explain anything.
Their hands stayed tangled beneath the blanket, warm and tentative. Neither of them moved for a long time. The quiet buzz of the hallway outside faded, replaced by their breathing—soft, steady, and suddenly very loud in Logan’s ears.
“I meant it too” Logan whispered.
Tyler shifted behind him. “Meant what?”
“What I said. In your ear. I’ve been trying not to like you. Failing. A lot.”
There was a pause. Logan almost pulled his hand back—almost. But then—
Tyler leaned in, close enough that Logan could feel the heat of his breath on the back of his neck.
“Stop trying,” he murmured. “Just like me.”
Logan turned, slowly, so they were face-to-face. Inches apart. Tyler looked relaxed, but there was something blazing behind his eyes—an emotion raw enough to make Logan’s breath catch.
“I’m not… good at this,” Logan admitted.
Tyler reached up, brushing his knuckles along Logan’s cheek. “You don’t have to be.”
That first kiss was soft.
Careful.
But it didn’t stay that way.
Tyler deepened it slowly, pulling Logan closer by the waist, their bodies pressing flush together. Logan responded instinctively, fingers curling into the fabric of Tyler’s shirt, tugging him forward with a quiet desperation he hadn’t even realized he was holding in.
Heat bloomed between them. Not just from the kiss, but from every touch—every inch of skin that brushed, every heartbeat syncing.
Tyler’s hand slipped under the hem of Logan’s shirt, fingertips trailing along his lower back. Logan shivered, gasping softly into his mouth.
“I’ve wanted this” Tyler breathed. “You have no idea.”
Logan did.
Because he wanted it too—had imagined it, stupidly, at 3 a.m. in this very bed, pretending Tyler wasn’t asleep beside him. And now those daydreams were colliding with reality, and it felt better. So much better.
~~~~
Clothes disappeared, piece by piece, not tossed BUT peeled, like layers they’d worn for months around each other finally came undone.
Logan always knew Tyler had a muscular build thanks to the baseball practices he was having everyday. Tyler completely overpowered him without a struggle. His thoughts were quickly interrupted when he locked eyes with Tyler’s abs; his face turning an even brighter reddish pink. He watched Tyler do his morning exercises, but he never actually got to experience seeing the muscles breathe. It was time to take his boxers off and..... oh Logan wasn't prepared for this.
"Damn that’s huge!” Logan exclaimed. The sight of Tyler’s cock you could say was jaw dropping.
“It is?” Tyler questioned with a slight tilt of the head. “Have you seen other people’s private parts to be able to make that claim?” He teased with a grin.
Embarrassed, Logan was almost driven to tears before replying to defend himself. "Of course no! Just- compared to mine it seems giant…”
Tyler hummed. “Maybe yours is smaller than average.”
Well, that’s another thing Logan could add to his list of insecurities. Perhaps Tyler was right. Unlike Logan, he had gotten a massive growth spurt into the not so smooth ride of adulthood. Maybe that meant *every* part gets a growth spurt. If that was the case, then hopefully it wasn’t too late for Logan to get his. Ironically, it wasn’t even that small; just smallER.
A million thoughts were going through both Tyler and Logan’s minds. Logan was having another crisis about the situation they were in while Tyler was questioning if this would mean anything to the other and if Logan would end up regretting it since it would be with him. The silence was heavy as Logan looked up at him, shuddering when Tyler’s hand rested against his thigh. Logan could never tell what Tyler was thinking which gave him the courage to speak first.
“S-So uh,” He stuttered, obviously embarrassed and very flustered. “Do you know how this works?”
"Hold on"
Tyler made his way over to the shelf and started to sort through the books that he owned (probably borrowed). He surprisingly had a book about this, but he never guessed he’d ever have to use it. Not exactly for the reason that his understanding of mating was wrong, but more so that Logan would ever agree to getting freaky with him.
“What are you doing?!” Logan exclaimed while sitting up. “Is it impossible for us to do it because of your size or something? I can try if that’s the case.”
“Ah” Tyler voiced. Completely ignoring Logan’s confused baffling as he continued to scan the page.
“What? Were you wrong or something? Is it truly impossible for two boys to mate?
“No, it’s not impossible, chill” Tyler replied before walking over and setting the open book on top of his bed. “Read this section, I have to grab something.” He underlined with his finger before walking into the bathroom.
Logan had read the passage over and over so many times that he wasn’t even sure if the words were actually real or if Tyler was trying to gaslight him with a fake book. A few minutes later, Tyler returned back to the main area with what seemed to be a bottle that the man used for his skin routine. Now he was even more confused considering nothing he read talked about skin oil.
Logan watched and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion when Tyler squirted the product onto his fingers.
"Are you going to explain or what? This is a two person activity you know.” Logan pouted.
Tyler gave him a look before continuing what he was doing. “Lube is a material used in sex where you slick the item so that it slides into the goal easier."
“I guess that makes sense” Logan said while paying close attention to what Tyler was doing. “Why are you coating your fingers?"
"I first have to loosen you up"
Once Tyler was happy with the amount, he towered over Logan again while positioning his fingers at the entrance of his hole. This all seemed way too abnormal to Logan, who was starting to question what this book said.
“What does that mea-” Logan cut himself off with a moan as he felt one of Tyler’s fingers enter him. “Fuck~”
“Hm?” Tyler replied, his eyes scanning the page of the book for what he’s supposed to do next.
“Feels… weird.” He shuddered.
“A good weird or a bad weird?” Tyler’s tone was low and bold, just like how he’d always talk, but he truly was concerned if Logan was feeling discomfort rather than the pleasure that was described.
“A good weird, I think? I mean- it’ll feel weird either way because-” Logan squeaked as he felt a second finger push inside of him.
Tyler only needed to hear the beginning of the sentence to confirm that he was handling him right. He felt as Logan closed around his fingers, almost sucking them in as the other kept making some interesting noises that Tyler had never heard before. He wants to learn all the sounds Logan can make. That’s a big goal that he’ll have to work towards though. Right now this works.
As the book claimed, the usual limit was 3; so Tyler stuck a third finger inside Logan’s ass before moving them around. Logan was unknowingly fucking his fingers by thrusting with his hips. Apart from the pain of feeling his asshole stretch wider, the other thing he was feeling was much more intense and therefore he was feeling good.
Tyler used his free hand to turn the pages until landing on the one he needed. After a careful read; he curled his fingers inside of him.
"Fuck- Tyler~” Logan moaned. Cristal blue eyes glued to the ceiling as he didn’t know what to focus on as he continued to grind on Tyler’s fingers.
Tyler continued to mess with his fingers which caused Logan to make all kinds of noises of pleasure and squirm beneath him.
“Tyler~ I need more.” Logan pleaded. His eyes eventually rolled to find his face.
“I could try my fist.” Tyler replied, reaching over to grab the bottle of lube again.
“No.” Logan answered. “I need… something bigger.”
Tyler blinked as an attempt to unfog his mind to make sure that he was hearing Logan correctly. “Are you sure? There’s still more I can do to prepare you.”
“Please.” Was all that came out of Logan’s mouth and that was enough for Tyler to start lubing his cock.
Finally, Tyler had fully entered Logan’s ass.
"Oh Tyler- Fuck~” Logan moaned. Grinding his hips like he had done earlier to try and pleasure himself even more.
Tyler was also starting to feel it and that’s how he knew they were doing it right so he put the book aside. He let out a quiet breath as he slowly began to pick up the speed of his thrusting.
“Fuck Logan. You’re so warm for me. Such a good boy.”
Logan was drowning in pleasure. His eyes closed as he gripped the sheets of the bed, a moaning, whimpering mess as drool dripped out of his mouth and tears prickled his eyes. He couldn’t even form a single thought as he felt Tyler’s pace pick up. When Tyler was sure Logan wasn’t watching him anymore he rested the nerd’s legs on top of his shoulders.
The sound of clapping, grunts and moans filled the silent room. Thankfully the walls weren’t thin so nobody would ever hear them from next door or the hallway. Tyler continued to slam into Logan, going faster and faster as Logan lost the ability to form a sentence and could only show his enjoyment through moans and tears.
Logan moaned out loudly as he left more back scratches around Tyler's back, intertwining his legs together unwilling to let the man go.
Tyler thrusted in savagely, Logan whining in both pleasure and pain as his head occasionally hit the bedframe a few times. Tyler took notice of this and placed his hand on Logan's head, shielding it from harms way as he focused on giving him the pleasure he sought out after.
A few more pumps of thrusts, the two of them came together. Tyler accidentally cumming inside of Logan, but the two were both quite out of it to realize whatever was going on. Logan now realized how good it felt to be fucked in the ass. He suddenly found the strength to lay Tyler down and get on top of him. He stood up slightly, leaning on his knees, and grabbed Tyler's cock, bringing it closer to his entrance. Tyler understood what was happening and without hesitation he began thrusting aggressively. The brunette's thrusts were as aggressive as he is.. yet his kisses reminded delicate and caring, playing with Logan's nipples as he licked and sucked on them.
Tyler grabbed tightly unto Logan's waist, that would probably leave a bruise after he is done fucking the brains out of his lover. Soon enough, the two's final climax came and Logan tiredly laid himself on top of Tyler.
The scent of sex, the trembling bodies, their sweat and their body fluids, the gasping and heaving.. this was definitely reality.
"Logan.." Tyler called out, Logan lazily lifting his head to meet Tyler's eyes. "..hm?"
"... Will you..." His voice trembled, the usual confidence of his gone. Why was he nervous now, but not when they just had intense sex earlier?
Seeing how unusually nervous he was, Logan waited for him to say it patiently. Playing around with his hair, wiping the sweat away.
"Would you... Uhm... Can we.. well— please, go out with me."
He says, shutting his eyes closed. Only opening it with slight tears in them, which greatly shocked Logan.
"I mean.. I didn't want to do this, like this.." yeah, asking for a date your roommate who you are living with for 2 years and had insane sex 3 minutes ago? Definitely shouldn't do it like this.
"I wanted to do this with... A rose bouquet on the balcony watching the sunset.." He didn't take Tyler as a romantic.
This was... A new side of Tyler, quite a silly, clumsy side that's far from his teasing and extroverted one.
Logan let out a snicker, then a laugh, at Tyler's confession. It wasn't in a mocking way, definitely not. It's just, seeing this side of Tyler made him melt.
"Alright" he says, pinching Tyler's nose. Tyler's eyes seemed to gleam at that response. "Just clean me up before I wake up tomorrow."
Tyler aggressively nodded yes, hugging Logan contentedly.
"Oh, and buy me that Star wars lego set I've been eyeing. Won't you?".
~~~~
Logan woke up slowly, like he was rising from the bottom of a warm ocean.
The first thing he registered was heat—wrapped around him like a blanket.
The second was weight—an arm draped over his waist.
And the third… was Tyler’s face, still tucked against his neck, breathing steady, lips just barely brushing his skin.
Logan blinked at the ceiling for a full ten seconds before the memories from last night came crashing back like a meteor shower.
Oh my god.
Tyler stirred with a low hum, voice gravelly. “Stop thinking so loud.”
“I wasn’t—thinking loudly” Logan whispered, flustered. “You’re just weirdly good at reading my brain.”
Tyler’s eyes opened, dark and soft and… smug. “Because I was in it all night.”
“Tyler.”
“I mean your brain, obviously” he added with an infuriating smirk. “And maybe your—”
Logan shoved a pillow in his face.
They lay there for a few minutes longer, basking in that fuzzy, post-morning-glow silence. Logan’s hand found Tyler’s under the blanket without thinking.
It was terrifyingly easy.
“How are you feeling?” Tyler asked, finally sitting up.
“Sore. Emotionally unprepared. And… stupidly happy.”
Tyler smiled. “Same.”
They barely had time to throw on clothes before a knock came at the door.
Then—
“OPEN UP, SINNERS!” came Aiden’s unmistakable voice. “I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE!”
“Oh god” Logan groaned, pulling a hoodie over his head. “He knows."
Tyler opened the door a crack, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. “It’s 10 a.m.”
Aiden barged in anyway. “You’re late for hangover pancakes. And I saw you disappear last night, Fieldsy. With the baseball boy. Who is—by the way—smiling. Like a guy who—”
“ASHLYN, CONTROL YOUR BOYFRIEND” Logan called out in panic.
Ashlyn strolled in behind Aiden, coffee in hand, looking suspiciously pleased. “I could, but I’m enjoying this.”
Aiden leaned down dramatically. “So. Did you guys—”
“OUT” Tyler said with half a laugh and a shove. “Out, all of you.”
“Wait—Logan, are you walking weird?!” Aiden shouted as he was being pushed.
Ashlyn just winked. “We’ll save you pancakes.”
The door finally shut, and Logan buried his head in his hands. “We’re never going to hear the end of this.”
“Let them talk.” Tyler slung an arm around his shoulder, grinning. “I’ve got everything I wanted.”
Logan glanced up. “That was disgustingly sweet.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
~~~~
Later that day, the group sprawled across the common room couch—Aiden loudly recounting his fake version of the Truth or Dare events like a dramatic narrator, while Ashlyn tried (and failed) to shut him up.
Ben sat on the far end of the couch, shoulders drawn in slightly, gaze flickering every so often toward Taylor, who was perched next to him, knees barely brushing.
She gave him a small, shy smile.
He smiled back.
Then—tentatively—Ben reached out and let their pinkies hook between them on the cushion. Taylor squeezed his finger gently, cheeks glowing with warmth.
Across the room, Logan watched them with a smile. “They’re cute.”
Tyler leaned in beside him, whispering, “You’re cuter.”
Logan elbowed him. “Stop being in boyfriend mode. You’re gonna short-circuit.”
“I’m multi-talented” Tyler murmured, and kissed the side of his head quickly, ignoring the wolf-whistle Aiden immediately let out from across the room.
“You’re disgusting” Ashlyn deadpanned.
“You’re just mad he beat you to Logan,” Aiden shot back.
Ashlyn didn’t blink. “I would rather kiss a cactus than date someone who corrects my grammar mid-argument.”
Logan raised a hand. “That was one time.”
Aiden laughed so hard he nearly fell off the couch.
That night, after the chaos faded and the others wandered off, Logan and Tyler found themselves back in their dorm room—quieter this time, calmer.
Tyler lay on his back, arms behind his head, staring at the glow-in-the-dark star stickers Logan had put on the ceiling.
“You’re such a nerd,” he said softly, but fondly.
“You helped me put them up, shut up.”
“True.” Tyler pointed to one shaped like a spiral. “What’s that one?”
“Messier 74. Galaxy about 32 million light years away.”
Tyler turned to look at him. “Still closer than how long it took me to tell you how I felt.”
Logan smiled, slow and wide. “Worth the wait."
They lay there a while longer, fingers laced under the blanket, just looking at the fake stars and not saying much.
And Logan thought, for the first time in a long time, that maybe the sky didn’t have to be something he watched alone anymore.
“I never thought I’d fall for my roommate” Logan said, voice low.
Tyler chuckled. “You fell hard.”
“You caught me.”
“Always will.