"Home" Logan x male!reader

Chapter 3... Wrestling

Chapter 3 

Wrestling 

The morning sun woke you up, your eyes adjusting to the bright light coming through the window you were facing. Everything around you was warm and comforting. Awake enough to realize yesterday's turn of events. This isn't your bed- said the heavy arm snuggly wrapped around you. Had to have been an accident, you thought.

Not wanting an awkward moment with Logan, you gently tried to edge away from him and off the bed. Logan began to stir, you attempted to sit up until the arm wrapped around you again, this time pulling you effortlessly to him, your back flush against his chest. He grumbled something incoherently in his sleep, settled, and went back to his soft snores. Fuck..

You weighed your options, torn between letting him rest or getting up to avoid the awkwardness when he awakens and realizes he is fucking snuggling you. The feeling was so foreign, but you couldn't help but relax into it. You finally felt safe, protected... at home. 

His breathing was steady and calming, his soft snores coaxing you back to sleep. You could feel his chest rising and falling against your back, his grip was a big bear hug around your arms and torso now. After a few minutes, you shifted a few times to find a comfortable position to fall back asleep in. Finally settling, you felt sleep coming over you. Logan grumbled again, this time you could feel it radiating through his chest onto your back. He shifted, pulling you tighter to him- wait... you feel something. 

Is he... is he hard? Oh, come on, this couldn't possibly get anymore awkward, if he wakes up to this... God.. Fuck, you couldn't even imagine how awkward it would be. You wanted to jump out the window.

You were awkward enough on your own, and now add another guy in an even more awkward situation. Always in survival mode- you never had time to truly explore your sexuality, you had always assumed you were straight- and frankly, still did. Was your interest piqued...? Maybe. Were you just a... smidge... into it? Definitely- but your social anxiety overrode it. 

It didn't mean anything. It was just morning wood, perfectly expected with all the shifting going on. Logan was sleeping comfortably as if he hadn't had the comfort of another person in ages. You made a gentle effort to untangle his arms from around you, without waking him up. It was slow work, everytime he stirred slightly your heart hitched in your chest. Eventually, you were able to scoot away and up, finally being able to stand up, relaxing and willing the red flush in your face to fade. 

Logan grumbled in response to the bed creaking as you got up. You quietly wandered back to your room, going through clothes and getting ready for a shower. You'd need to ask Logan about a laundry room when he got up. 

In the other room, Logan stirred in response to the sound of your shower turning on. He found himself a little disappointed he hadn't woken up to check on you but that feeling diminished when he realized he had a boner. He raised his eyebrow at it- nothing new. Unashamed and unphased, he silently hoped you had gotten up before it happened in fear of making you uncomfortable. He had zero intentions apart from protecting you. Maybe he saw a little bit of himself in you. He understood what it felt like to have to run away. 

Logan got himself up, heading to the shower himself. He rubbed a fast one out, as he needed it to go down. Hearing your shower switch off he hurried along, slapping clothes on and sitting on his bed to pull his shoes on. As he pulled the second one on, you appeared in the doorway, wet hair slightly hanging in your face.

"Goodmorning," You spoke to Logan. He was much different now than what you had witnessed in bed. You almost couldn't believe he was the same man who bear hugged and cuddled you.. let alone got hard from it. No- he didnt. That was just natural morning wood. He did NOT get hard for you. You threw the thoughts in your head away. After popping the other shoe on, Logan looked up at you, something was off from yesterday. You were nervous.