The Prince, The Gangster, The Teacher, And The Poet (Sander Sides Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty Five-The Outfits

TW: HUSTON THEY'RE CUTE! A slight allusion to spice at the very end, but nothing crazy. I was reading over this before posting it and even I ended up having a cuteness overload. So this is for all yee fluff lovers.

Surprisingly, everyone slept well that night. The rooms were comfortable, and there really was no need for the trundle beds. Logan and Roman ended up falling asleep on the opposite sides of the bed but woke up with Roman's arm over Logan's waist. Roman wondered if Logan was awake, and if he was, would he mind? Would he care? He hoped he wouldn't, but it was always possible that something like this could make him uncomfortable. But as Roman started to untangle his arm from Logan's waist, Logan's hand tightened, as if asking him not to leave. They stayed like that for a while, both of them awake, but not wanting to break the moment. They might have stayed there forever if Patton hadn't knocked on the connecting door to their room.

"Hey, we're gonna go make pancakes, want to join?" The question was muffled as it was asked through a door. Though, regarding yesterday's conversation, Roman determined it was less of a question and more of an order.

"We'll be right there, Patton." That was how Roman realized Logan was awake. When he just woke up, there was a softness to everything about him. A haziness to his voice that Roman wished he could hear more often. Something a little less than the wise and calculated person he usually was. Instead, he was already put together, careful and intelligent. Roman sighed softly into Logan's hair.

"Does that mean we have to get up?" He whined softly, pulling Logan a little closer. "You're soft and cuddly." He could feel Logan's blush.

"I believe it does, though I wouldn't be offended if you offered to do something like this later again today." Roman grinned, releasing his grip so Logan could turn to look at him.

"What, you don't mind being the little spoon?" He teased, and Logan swatted at him. Roman laughed and handed him his glasses. 

"You mention this to anyone, and it'll be the last thing you do," Roman smirked as Logan got up, walking over to their bags and pulling out a shirt and pants. Roman sat up on the bed, watching him.

"Why? Will you punish me, sir?" Logan choked and turned to Roman with a dangerous look in his eye.

"Patton wants us downstairs to help him with pancakes, so help me, gods, Roman-" Logan's voice was strangled, and Roman grinned.

"Alright, alright." Roman stood up too, stretching. "Do you want me to turn around for you to change, or are you alright?" Logan rolled his eyes with a smile on his lips. Roman had started asking this when they had to change in front of each other after the night with the stars. Logan had to admit, it was more than sweet, and both of them knew that he wasn't really asking if he could watch or not.

He was really asking how the dysphoria was. He was asking if he needed to refrain from reaching around Logan's waist or touching his chest. He was asking if he needed to sometimes talk about Logan like he wasn't there in front of him to see Roman use his pronouns. He was asking how he could help. Logan smiled softly.

"I think I'm alright for today, I'll let you know if anything changes." Roman grinned ear to ear.

"Perfect. Now..." He trailed off and Logan sighed. "You do remember yesterday's deal, right?"

"Unfortunately." Yesterday, Logan had promised that Roman could pick out his outfit tomorrow if he let Logan dress himself after getting out of bed. Roman had hastily agreed to that deal, probably too quickly now that Logan thought about it, but at the time, all Logan had wanted to do was get dressed on his own. Roman grinned, standing up and taking a step toward Logan, his eyes sweeping the other boy up and down. Logan shivered, and Roman took note, taking him by the shoulders gently, and sitting him back on the bed before tearing into his bag.