Sander sides one shots

Logicality - Logan's birthday.

Warnings: Heated make out session and just generally some suggestiveness.

Logan was rather disappointed. Patton would not be at his creation celebration. Patton had been his significant other for about four months so Logan was upset when he was informed of the news. The fatherly trait had left a large gift for the teacher but it wasn't the same as receiving it in person. "Cheer up, nerd!"

Roman's statement had brought Logan back to reality. The prince was sitting to left of Logan on the comfortable couch and had placed his hand on Logan's shoulder in a comforting manner. "Patton wouldn't want you unhappy, especially not on your birthday... I haven't seen you this emotional since Patton confessed to you."

Logan flushed at the memory. Patton made Logan a pancake every day for 27 days, each with a different letter on it. Logan made notes of the letters, curious if they were just random letters or Patton was trying to communicate something to him. The letters spelt out I L O V E Y O U, W I L L Y O U G O O U T W I T H M E ? It was extremely romantic and equally as embarrassing.

Logan exhaled, brushing Roman's hand away from his shoulder. "I guess this banquet is adequate..." Logan went stone cold emotionless despite being in such a large mental distress. "Even without Patton..." Logan flinched at the word 'Without' as if it were a reflex. Roman sighed, knowing Logan would not want to open up further.

The creative man stood up from the couch in search of his own boyfriend. Virgil had gone up to Logan's living quarters to retrieve Patton's gift about fifteen minutes ago and had still returned yet. Roman felt worried and wanted to check if his cautionary cupcake was alright. After a torturous journey up the stairs, Roman made it to the nerd-ling's room where he assumed his dark prince was.

This assumption was correct. Virgil was attempting to push what looked like a crate wrapped sloppily in yellow wrapping paper almost as if was wrapped from the inside. Weird... Virgil had his back against the right side of the box, it slightly edging toward the door every few seconds. The anxious man feel on down onto the ground in exhaustion, Roman couldn't suppress chuckle fighting it's way out of his lips.

"Do you need help, love?" He looked at me, sweat falling down his forehead and he was panting in an attempt to regain his breath. Adorable. "Ye-" He panted tiredly. "-s please." Roman smiled at the thought of impressing his boyfriend. The princely man walked behind the present, standing beside Virgil who had crossed his legs in an attempt to get more comfortable.

Roman pushed his hands under the crate and lifted it up effortlessly. It was a lot heavier then he excepted but he was still able to pick it up because of inhuman strength was one of his many abilities. "Woah..." Virgil shot up, surprised at the ease that Roman had lifted the box. "Wanna touch my muscles?" Roman flirted causing Virgil to blush.

Virgil averted his gaze from Roman's eyes and to his upper arm. "K-kinda..." Now, it was Roman's turn to become a crimson red but he quickly regained his composure. "Well, I'll let you once I get this box downstairs~" Roman turned so his back was facing Virgil. He swayed his hips slightly as he left the room. Roman could particularly feel the heat radiating from his boyfriend's cheeks from the hallway.

Virgil quickly snapped back to reality and chased after his prince. By the time he had reached Roman, he was already placing the box by the couch where Logan was sitting on. The three began opening presents, Virgil's hand not being moved from Roman's biceps the entire time. Eventually, they got to Patton's present (Logan had saved it for last).

He carefully unwrapped the crate, Roman swore he could see holes in the crate. Strange. Did Patton get Logan a puppy? Logan pushed the wooden lid off of the wood. Suddenly, Patton leaped out of the box. "Rawwwwrrr!" Logan didn't even have time to react before Patton enveloped him in a passionate but gentle embrace.

Logan took a second or two to process what the fricking french fries just happened but eventually returned the warmth. Patton seemed to squeeze Logan a little tighter as he leant backwards slightly. After a while, the two love birds feel backwards into crate. Virgil was about ask if they were alright before he heard the distinct sound of sucking and decided to hurriedly dragged Roman to the next room.

In case you couldn't tell, Logan and Patton were smacking lip. Logan on top of Patton with his arms around the fatherly persona's shoulders and Patton resting his hands on Logan's waist. They had never kissed before except for quick peaks on the lips but it was so worth the wait. The mouths moved in unison and Logan had never felt more peaceful.

Sadly though, Patton broke the kiss because of this random thing called oxygen. Logan was completely out of breath. "Happy birthday, Logi!" Logan felt a smile tug at his lips as he saw the genuine joy on his spouse's face. "Thank you, Patton..." Logan muttered something else under his breath but Patton heard him anyway. "So you're my present..."

"Nope! I got you something else~" Patton leaned closer to Logan, his fingers carefully crawled up his lover's arm in flirtatious manner. Logan shuddered at the contact. "I got you..." Patton began cradling Logan head in his hands as he switched their position so he was on top of Logan, his legs straddling Logan's lap. Logan felt the heat rise to his cheeks.

"Some..." Patton leaned into Logan's ear, brushing it with his lips slightly. Logan mentally prepared himself for what was about to happen. "Bagels!" Patton summoned some bagels, that were obviously premade, and threw one of them in the air. The bagel landed on Logan's face, causing his glasses to fall out of their position. Logan readjusted his glasses as he spoke again.

"I thought you were..." Logan looked up at Patton who had the most innocent and childish grin. He obviously didn't know that what he says and doing had previously implied they were going to engage in adultrey. "Nevermind..." Patton tilted his head in confusion to Logan but decided to ignore it.

He picked up Logan bridal style and carried him to the couch. Patton sat down, not letting go of Logan so the intellectual was placed carefully on his lap. If Logan wasn't blushing before, he definitely was now. Patton began playing a random documentary on the TV and after a few hours, the love birds fell into a sleepy slumber.

A/N HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOGAN!