Logince College AU (Teacher x Student)

Chapter 2: The Hookup

Smut chapter

For context they've known each other for about two years so if it seems like it's going fast it's because 1) rebounding and 2) they've had crushes for basically both those years

Bon appetit

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Roman woke up to Logan shaking him gently by the shoulder. Or, as gently as he figured Logan could when he was panicking and hungover. "I'm awake," Roman groaned, rolling over to face him. "What?"

"I don't remember much about last night. Or anything. I remember being at the bar and that's maybe it." Logan's hair was sticking up every which way, and he looked pale. "Also, I'm incredibly hungover."

"Yeah, you drank yourself half to death. Not surprised you blacked out." Roman didn't realize Logan hadn't put on a shirt the night before. "Are you going to throw up or something?"

"No, I don't believe so." He sat up a little, holding his head. "Please tell me I didn't sleep with anyone."

"You didn't."

"Thank God."

"You did make out with a guy in the club bathroom though. Don't let me forget to give you his number." Roman tried not to make it too obvious that he was staring. He didn't realize Logan had a tattoo. Right there, on his sternum, just a very simple hourglass.

"I don't want it." Logan used his fingers to brush through his hair, eyes sunken in slightly. Either he slept incredibly well or not at all.

"You sure? You seemed to like him. A lot."

"Probably because I was drunk and depressed," he muttered. "Now I'm just hungover."

"That's all you did though. He kinda called it cause he didn't want you to do anything stupid while you were drunk." Roman crawled out of bed, going to his dresser and pulling out a shirt. He tossed it at Logan, who wasn't even close to reacting fast enough to catch it. "And no, we didn't do anything. I was too busy babysitting you." He was not going to mention that he'd caught a glimpse of Logan naked, or that they very well could have done something.

"I apologize, you didn't have to." Logan pulled on the shirt and let out a sigh. "And I'm sorry if I did try anything. Drunk and depressed, though it's a terrible excuse."

Roman glanced at him, trying to gauge if Logan had actually wanted to do anything. "You didn't," he said softly. "Don't worry."

"That's good." Logan leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. "I'm in your dorm, aren't I?"

"Yep."

"How am I supposed to get out of here without being seen?"

"You don't." Roman grabbed a new set of clothes for himself. "You get to do the walk of shame."

"I will not be doing that."

"Mmh, highly doubt that–"

"I would rather jump out the window."

"Yeah, that would hurt." He shrugged. "You may have called off, but I've still got class. So you can plan your escape however you want while I'm in the shower."

"I appreciate your encouragement."

"I know, I'm great, aren't I?" Roman dug in his bag, and Logan once again fumbled to catch whatever he'd thrown. "Ibuprofen. Chug as many as you need." Then he disappeared down the hall to the showers, leaning against the wall of one once he'd undressed. God. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to run back in there and kiss Logan before promptly jumping out the window, or maybe saying that he was jealous of Remy, or that he liked his tattoo and body in general.