floriography [ stories five ]

batshit || aka the salvage yard

[ here you go,,, all the dumb little drafts i can't finish bc somewhere i lost my spark!! i'm sad :(

things are gonna be marked with original part title and date.

stay safe,
lew. ]

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[ jealousy is so not a good look || october 23 ]

Lewis was most definitely sick of this bullshit.

Sometimes, when he came down from the hotel room just to hang out at a party for a few minutes, he'd catch Logan, tucked away in a corner with a pretty girl or a cute guy, where they're entirely too close, enough for Lewis to stress the fuck out.

Then, when Logan came back to their room, Lewis would occasionally catch traces of lipstick or a hint of cologne clinging to the other man's skin. It hurt, but... if Logan was doing it, Lewis could definitely try too.

That lead to the current predicament: Lewis getting hauled out of one of the parties after a fight broke out between Logan and another guy.

Lewis had dressed up. The tightest jeans he had (that were clean), a cute shirt (that may or may not have belonged to Jon yet again), and -for once- no eyeliner. All he needed now was something the party would have in abundance— alcohol.

It was safe to say... he got drunk fairly quickly. Teetering on the edge of 'cute tipsy' and 'annoying drunk'. It was just enough that he came to life, but not enough that he went totally off the rails.

Soon enough, he found himself sharing a drink with a pretty hot guy (obviously not Logan-hot, but still, probably an eight or nine out of ten), laughing a little too loud at his jokes. The guy seemed into it, surprisingly. Kept smiling and leaning closer, so he must've been doing something right.

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[ fuckkk || november 5 ]

Sleep softens everything. Even your big, tough boyfriend looks gentler when he's asleep.

Lewis doesn't want to wake him up this early, given that it's the weekend. So, he ends up crawling back into bed, nestling back into his boyfriend's arms. Sleep overcomes him, and he's pulled back under, his thumb still tracing over Logan's cheek.

Later, when he wakes again, Logan's already up and moving, judging by the faint sound of the shower running. They've got something related to the band scheduled for this afternoon, and if his alarm clock is right, it's almost noon now.

He can't force himself to actually get up yet, so he stays, eyes closed. The curtains have been opened, but he normally lays with his back to the window, so it's fine.The light isn't bothering him.

Finally, when he's on the verge of falling asleep again, the sound of footsteps gets closer. The bed dips in front of him, there's a burst of toothpaste-scented air in his face, and then—

Logan just decides to be an ass and licks him.

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[ s a d. || december 7 ]

Lewis really didn't know what to do when he saw Logan's suit jacket start smoldering.

This could potentially blow up into something huge, which would be catastrophic. So he did the first thing he could think of. He took his bottle of water out of the inner pocket of his own jacket, uncapped it, and splashed Logan with it.

Logan immediately turned around, his eyes almost glowing, but once Lewis shrugged and mumbled "there was an ant on you," he quickly deflated and turned his attention back to the interviewer.

The two of them had developed a code of sorts, for manifestations of their powers in public. An 'ant' just meant that Logan's clothes were starting to smoke, while the mention of a magnifying glass was a real cause for worry, meaning visible holes appearing in his clothes. Lewis just had to watch out for 'leaves', which was their code for abnormal plant growth.

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[ in a week || december 29 ]

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me when you're sick?" Logan sighed, standing with his arms crossed in front of the TV.

"I did call you," Lewis said, voice raspy as he sat up. "I just didn't want you to come over and risk getting whatever it is I have."

"If I don't come over, who's gonna make sure you don't die? Because buddy, you're shit at taking care of yourself. Now, move over."

"Fuck off, man." He mumbled irritably, but did as he was told.

Logan sat down beside him, then yanked him down to lay across his lap. Lewis squeaked, struggling for a brief moment before giving up. He didn't feel well enough to fight against the younger man, plus he knew he wouldn't win anyway.

A few short seconds passed before Logan's hands gently began to play with Lewis' hair, the action nothing short of soothing and calming. But, despite the fact that the action normally pulled the older man into a restful sleep, he remained stubbornly awake.

At that point, Logan noticed all the empty energy drink cans and coffee mugs littering the tables. "Am I going to have to call your mom?"

"And tell her what? I slept for a couple days and had shitty nightmares so I've been overloading on caffeine to stay awake?"

"You really think she'd be cool with that?"