Sanders Sides One Shots

Truth or Dare? - Intrulogical

Summary: Remus asks Logan "Truth or Dare?" Logan doesn't want to answer but Remus is doing it for his own good because he cares about his boyfriend.

Warnings: binding for too long, minor sexual groping

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Remus lies on Logan's bed, on his back, head hanging off the edge watching upside down as his boyfriend works at his desk. Gentle fingers tapping away at his keyboard, shoulders hunched, and he looks uncomfortable. And Remus wonders when Logan last took a break or had some water or...

"Truth or Dare?" he asks suddenly, plan already forming in his brain.

Logan swivels in his chair to look at Remus, "what?"

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth?" Logan says, more of a question than an answer.

"How long have you been wearing your binder?"

Logan's eyes go a little wide, flushing just a little, averting his gaze from Remus'.

"Dare."

Remus hums, low and unhappy, sitting himself upright, turning to face the other. He squints at him, "How long Logan? How long?"

There's a pause, Remus stares at Logan, Logan avoids his gaze. He sighs.

"All day."

Remus gasps audibly, jumping up from the bed and towards Logan, immediately getting his boyfriend out of his desk chair.

Logan squeaks at the manhandling, "Remus listen-"

"Take off your clothes right now," Remus interrupts with an order.

"Remus, I don't-"

"Not like that, trust me."

Logan sighs, shoulders slumping as he relaxes in Remus' hold, "okay, okay."

He does as he's told, undoing his tie and then his buttons of his shirt, dropping both to the floor. Then Remus' hands are at his binder, unclasping and helping him get it over his head. He immediately feels relieved, able to breath a fraction better, his ribs no longer feeling so tight but his chest aching dully.

"There," Remus utters, dropping the binder to the floor and placing his hands on Logan's ribs then up his chest, massaging gently, "doesn't that feel better?"

Logan hates to admit it but he does, "yes."

His eyes fall closed, enjoying the warmth of Remus' hands on his sore chest. Smiling gently as Remus presses his body closer, placing gentle kisses to Logan's cheeks, nose, and forehead.

"Why don't you put on a nice comfy jumper and we'll watch a movie and cuddle?"

Logan hums, opening his eyes again to see Remus staring straight back, those piercing green eyes so fond.

"I would like that," he replies, "if only you'll stop fondling my chest and let me go."

"Hm, no deal, five more minutes," Remus mutters but he reluctantly removes his hands, instead handing Logan one of his jumpers.