logince and "why are you cooking at 3am??"
âIf you set the alarm off in the middle of the night ONE MORE TIME I SWEAR I WI- wait why were you even cooking at 3 am?â au
Logan groaned as the noise woke him again. His neighbourâs fire alarm had gone off 5 times already tonight, and Logan could not get any sleep because of it. He pulled his blankets over his ears in a vain attempt to block out the intrusive sound.
Suddenly it stopped, and Logan relaxed. Roman definitely turned it off faster this time, which he appreciated. Maybe he wasnât the worst neighbor. He did always take in parcels for Logan when he was absent at the delivery time. And he talked to Logan at those horrible Apartment Block Parties that were held once a month. And he was really interesting and funny. And he was definitely good looking-
Never mind that. Logan was going to kill him.
Logan grabbed his glasses from his nightstand, and without even bothering to put on shoes, he headed to Romanâs apartment. Under normal circumstances he wouldnât be caught dead outside his apartment in a NASA t-shirt, old tracksuit bottoms, and mismatched socks, but these were not normal circumstances. He did try to put some order on his hair but gave up as he felt all the knots caused by his tossing and turning in bed.
As he left his apartment and headed to Romanâs, he could hear the tune of some Disney music playing loudly. He placed it as a song from Moana after a moment, remembering how often Roman sang it around the hallways, and how surprised heâd been when Logan admitted to not knowing the song or the movie. He insisted theyâd watch it together some time, and Logan had smiled at the idea of a date. They hadnât gotten around to it just yet.
Logan banged on the door to Romanâs apartment, and it swung open in an instant, a flustered looking Roman staring at him.
âRomanâ he began, trying to keep a grip of his anger even as his neighbourâs cute eyes stared at him. âIf you set the alarm off in the middle of the night ONE MORE TIME I SWEAR I WI-â Logan cut himself off suddenly as he became more aware of Romanâs appearance. The usually stylish man was covered in flour and batter and icing and chocolate and peanut butter and jam. âWait why were you even cooking at 3 am?â
"Iâm trying to bake for Pattonâs birthday. Heâs one of my best friends and he deserves an amazing cake and it needs to be perfect and he can bake perfect cakes so I really need it to be fantastic!!! ButâŠ.baking is harder than I thoughtâ Roman explained, gesturing behind him to the mess of a kitchen. Eggs and eggshells were scattered all over the floor, different colour icing was decorating the countertops, jams and chocolate and batter was everywhere, the sink was overflowing with dirty dishes, and the smell of smoke hung heavy in the air.
âHave you any previous experience baking?â Logan asked curiously.
âNot really?â Roman admitted with a blush. âBut itâs a creative thing! And Iâm a creative guy! So I thoughtâŠâ Roman gestured vaguely, which Logan took to mean âI thought it would be easyâ
âBaking is more like a science I findâ Logan said, stepping into the apartment. âYou follow the recipe like an experiment and in the end have the wanted product. Of courseâ he glanced at the mess of the kitchen âweâll need to clean this first. Or go to my kitchen I supposeâ
âWait youâre helping?â Roman asked sounding surprised, but not displeased.
âWell if you set off the smoke alarm again youâll probably wake the whole buildingâ Logan laughed and Roman chuckled âAnd I enjoy cooking. So yes, if youâd like my help Iâll give itâ
âYeah! Thatâd be great!â Roman said, âThis kitchen is kind of beyond hope right now, can we use yours?â
âCertainly. Bring the recipe your using and come overâ Logan said, heading over first to unlock his door.
He gives a quick glance around his apartment to make sure itâs sufficiently tidy, before heading to the kitchen area to get down some cooking equipment. Roman arrives moments later with a sheet of paper, trying to scrub some icing off it.
âItâs a little messyâ he shrugs, giving up on cleaning the sheet and handing it to Logan. Logan laughs and begins to read the recipe
âOkay, this seems manageableâ he says after a moment, and Roman sighs in relief. âFirstly, letâs put on the coffee machine, and then begin measuring the ingredientsâ
They do so, and as the coffee brews they carefully measure all the ingredients out exactly. By the time thatâs done the coffee is ready and they pause for a break. Logan teases Roman for how sweet his is, and Roman teases him for how bitter his must be without any sweetener.
They continue with the baking after that, and then make blue icing while itâs in the oven. Roman says itâs Pattonâs favourite colour, and he purchased a lot of food colouring. Some of it had spilled and stained his hands blue, which, he lamented, did not match his nail polish. Logan tried not to laugh but couldnât hold it in very long.
He found he was laughing more in Romanâs company than he had in awhile, and he really was enjoying hanging out with him
âSoâ Logan started, as he pulled the cake out of the oven. âHow long have you known Patton?â
âA few yearsâ Roman said, still trying to wash food colouring off his hands. âWe met at work and just clicked instantly. He had this bubbly personality and wonderful sense of humour. And heâs so supportiveâ he said grinning.
Logan tried to fight down the pang of jealousy he felt. Clearly Roman was very happy with Patton
âThat sounds really niceâ he said
âYeah! Heâs like my work husband!â Roman said, âif it wasnât for Virgil Iâd probably have proposed by nowâ he laughed.
âVirgil?â Logan was confused. Who was Virgil? Was he dating Roman? It was late and he was tired and confused
âPatronâs boyfriendâ Roman explains, finally giving up on getting the blue off his hands. âTheyâve been together for a few years now. Very much "opposites attractâ, itâs adorableâ he continues, turning to Logan as he speaks
And Logan is frozen in surprise, still holding the cake.
âYouâre not dating Patton?â Logan blurts out, and immediately feels himself blushing in embarrassment.
âWhat? Dating Patt-? No, of course not!â Roman sputters, and suddenly heâs laughing and Logan feels even more embarrassed than before. He puts the cake down on the cooking rack, and turns away from Roman.
âRight. Well. I think you can ice it yourselfâ he says haltingly âAnd let yourself out. Goodnightâ he begins to head to his room, but Roman grabs his arm.
âLo, I-â he starts âI didnât know. Iâm-â he pauses and takes a deep breath. âIâm sorry if I wasnât clear. Patton is my best friend. But I could never date him. Heâs with Virgil, and Iâ Logan turns and he can see Roman blushing a light pink âI have a crush on someone elseâ
âYou do?â Logan whispers, daring to hope
âYeahâ Roman says, moving closer. In a moment his forehead is touching Loganâs and their lips are inches apart
âRomanâ Logan says âthere is still icing on your forehead. And now it is on my foreheadâ
Roman laughs and Logan joins him. They laugh for a few minutes together before finally moving to finish the cake.
By the time itâs decorated itâs nearly 6am, and both are exhausted
âWe should do this again sometimeâ Roman says as he leaves. âI had a lot of funâ
âIâd really like thatâ Logan smiled. âBut first you should take me on a date as a thank youâ
âFriday. 8pm. Iâll pick you upâ Roman says grinning , and Logan grins back.
Heâs glad he didnât kill Roman over the smoke alarm going off now. Really glad.
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