Perfect Places (Logince)

Love Yourself

"Hey, Lo?" Roman spoke, breaking the silence of the dark room.

"Hm?"

"Are you still upset with me?"

"If I was still upset with you, do you really think I would have just slept with you?" Logan responded with a dry tone.

"I guess not... but still. Are you upset with me?"

Logan sighed, rolling over, placing his body on top of Prince's so they were staring right at each other. He ran his hand through Roman's dark brown hair, unlocking the strands still containing gel and hairspray in it, and hummed softly so Roman could feel his breath vibrating from underneath him. Roman leaned into his touch while Logan cupped his face with his free hand.

"No, I am not upset with you," he breathed out, their lips barely brushing against each other. They kissed. "You've been very despondent recently, is everything okay?"

"Really?" Roman asked, sweeping his hair. "I don't mean to be. I'm sorry."

"Hm." Logan gave him a look. "You know, I've noticed that you act this way when you interact with your friend, Faux. He doesn't harass you or anything, correct?"

Roman looked shocked. "What? No! He's very nice, he doesn't harass me! I guess it's just a coincidence. But I'm fine, really. I just sometimes get worried.." he trailed off, avoiding eye contact.

"Worried about what?"

"I don't know..."

"Roman." Logan's voice held a bit of warning.

"Sometimes... sometimes I worry that you don't love me," he finally sighed out. He covered his eyes with his hand. "I'm not accusing you of anything, I swear, but I feel like you could do a lot better than just me?"

"Just you?" Logan repeated, feeling a bit offended. "Are you implying that I made a mistake in saying 'yes' to you? Are you doubting my reasoning and better judgment?"

"Of course I'm not! But I did push you a lot before we started dating, I didn't mean to force you into a relationship you didn't want."

Logan sighed in frustration. "You're bring this up now? Our three year anniversary is not two months away. Why are you suddenly acting nostalgic all of the sudden?"

"I dunno," groaned the Prince with equal frustration. "Probably because it's coming up! It makes me wonder why the hell you've stayed with me for almost three years."

"I don't know, perhaps because I love you?"

"But why?" He was persistent. "Why do you love me?"

"Why do you hate yourself?" Logan snapped back, sitting up.

Roman bit his bottom lip, propping himself up with his arms. His eyes were teary. "I. Don't. Know! I can't help it! I don't want to worry! I just want to make you happy and be with you but I can't seem to do that!"

"What makes you think I'm not happy?" Logan demanded. "Do I show not enough affection? Am I too impatient? Do I always act upset, or angry, or disappointed?" Logan felt like tugging at his hair while Roman remained silent, staring down at nothing.

Logan tsked before jolting forward, snatching Princey's lips into his. He kissed him long and hard, biting at his lip, and shoving his tongue inside his mouth before intertwining them. Roman was shocked at the roughness but didn't complain.

"Lo, what are you- ah!"

Logan smirked, trailing kisses, bites, and sucking all over Roman's strong muscular body which was slightly shaking from pleasure. Things escalated a bit quickly from there and when they were finished- Roman was covered with red marks.

"There," humphed Logan, collapsing back down beside his Prince, worn out from two rounds of sex. "Now whenever you feel unloved you can look at those."

"I can't take my shirt off on public now," whined Roman even though he wasn't upset at all. He loved it actually.

Logan ignored him, thinking that was the best way to shut his sass up, and just ran both hand through his hair, pulling him coward so he was nestled into his neck. Roman felt his chest flutter as he snuggled into Logan's warmth.

"I do love you," Logan said softly. "Don't ever forget that."

Roman closed his eyes.  "I love you too. And I'll try."