I’m not sure how much you keep up with hockey but recently there’s been an increase of like fans saying inappropriate things to players, or expectations of them to come meet fans after a game, posting strange things about them, etc. Was just thinking about the cubs each being in a situation like this and the other two being like overly protective (got inspo from a video of like a 30-something-year old asking matt rempe to flex for them because he’s a “good fighter”. Can’t help but think of our logan)
Oh, I DEFINITELY keep up with hockey. I am a die-hard Boston fan! So yes, I have seen fans crossing boundaries on social media and in real life when they meet players, and yes, it's really strange. Players are people first, and they deserve the same respect of their boundaries that anybody else does. It's not a nice topic to write about, but rest assured that our Cubs are there for each other!
Character credits to @lumosinlove !! <3
“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon- yes!” Finn slapped the couch beside him and drummed on Leo’s stomach excitedly. “Baby scored, baby scored, baby scored!”
Leo smiled from his place on the couch, his back to Finn’s chest, as Logan pumped his fists on their TV screen and Alex crushed him into the boards excitedly. It made Leo ache slightly as he watched Logan skate by the Rangers bench to receive fist bumps, a huge grin on his face. Behind him, Finn sighed, and he knew he was thinking the same.
“Miss him,” Finn murmured. He pressed his nose into Leo’s hair.
“Me, too.” Leo laced their fingers together over his stomach. “Two more days. Then we play him.”
“That’s not as fun as playing with him.”
“I know, sweetheart.” Leo tilted his head for a quick kiss then raised his eyebrows. “But don’t lie and tell me you don’t like the competition.”
Finn’s grin was bright and mischievous. “It does make me all toasty pressing him against the boards.”
Leo snorted. “You’re so weird.”
“No I’m not. Getting hot because I’m wrestling on the ice with Logan Tremblay is a completely natural reaction.”
“Mm.” Leo furrowed his eyebrows in thought.
“What?” Finn asked. He jostled Leo slightly, his face concerned. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“Nothing, just.” Leo shrugged. His mind flashed to a few days ago, when he’d been scrolling on the Rangers Instagram. “You remember a couple of days ago, when Lo had the game winner in the final minute against the Flames?”
“Do I ever.” Finn whistled lowly. “That spin move was sexy.”
“It was.”
Finn kissed the back of his neck. “What about it baby?”
“The Rangers made a post on Instagram of the goal. And the celebration, like when his teammates were hugging him against the boards.”
Finn didn’t look any less confused. That was normal for them. “Okay. And…?”
“I don’t know, there were some comments.”
“Comments.”
Leo bit his lip nervously. “Yeah. About, like… other people wanting to press Logan into the boards.”
Finn’s eyebrows shot up. Any teasing curiosity that was lingering had vanished, replaced by a sort of possessiveness that he so rarely expressed. “Really.”
“Mhm.” Leo chewed on the inside of his cheek. He realized he was holding on tightly to Finn’s forearms. “I don’t know, maybe it’s stupid, but- it made me feel weird. That other people think of him like that.”
“Mm.”
“Sorry,” Leo said, turning back to the TV and slouching further back into Finn. It was the second intermission. “I didn’t mean to bring down the mood.”
“No, baby,” Finn insisted. He squeezed Leo around the waist and kissed his cheek softly. “Sunshine, you shouldn’t feel sorry. It is odd.”
“Right?” Leo breathed out heavily. “It’s just- like, I know we make jokes about that, but it’s… it’s different, you know? Because we, like…”
“We love him. And he loves us.”
“Yes.” Leo felt himself getting more passionate the more he spoke, like his irritation was becoming more and more uncontrollable. “And he’s our Logan. Before being, like-” Leo waved his hand around. “-like a hot professional athlete or whatever, he’s our Logan. A whole person, who’s sweet, and kind, and devoted, and…”
“Ours.”
Leo was so grateful that Finn always knew exactly how to finish his sentences. “Exactly.” He let out a pained sound and felt his eyes begin to sting. When he spoke, his voice was tight. “I just don’t like people objectifying him.”
“No, it’s not okay.” Leo felt gentle fingers touch underneath his chin. “Look at me.”
Leo looked. Warm brown eyes, freckles that were soft in the lamplight. Finn’s hair was longer now, too, brushed back in thick, red waves that Leo took every opportunity to run his fingers through. He always held Leo and Logan so gently; Finn was so careful with them, and Leo let his eyes close briefly before meeting Finn’s gaze.
“I love you,” Finn whispered. He smiled. “I love you so much, sweetheart. And I love Logan so much. So fuck what any of these people could possibly say, because I’m yours. And Logan’s ours.”
“And I’m yours,” Leo finished for him.
“Yeah, baby.” Finn pressed their foreheads together. “We’re each other’s before anything else, okay?”
Leo nodded. “Okay.” He pressed their lips together gently. “I love you.”
“Sunshine, baby, you don’t even know.”
***
“We’ll get you next time, Tremblay.”
Leo felt Logan laugh into his chest at Thomas’ comment. He unwrapped his arms from Leo’s neck and went to hug Thomas. “You wish.”
“Thanks for kicking our asses at home, man, really appreciate it. And with your sister watching, too.”
As if on cue, there was a shrill whistle from down the hallway. “Hey, T, baby!”
Thomas’ face lit up and he opened his arms for Noelle to jump into. “Hey, Christmas.”
Noelle planted a wet kiss on his cheek, then jumped down to wrap Logan up in a hug. “Nice win, baby brother,” she said in French.
Logan turned sheepish, batting her hand away when Noelle went to ruffle his hair. He gently shoved her back to Thomas before coming to lean into Leo once more. He was warm against Leo’s chest. “Missed you, soleil.”
“Missed you.” Leo bent to kiss him. “You ready to go home? Where’s Finn?”
“With Alex.” Logan squeezed Leo around the waist once more. “Should we meet him at the car?”
“I can text-” Leo caught sight of two flashes of red hair. He smiled and jerked his chin. “Here he is.”
“Hey, lovers.” Leo’s heart fluttered with the way Finn tugged Logan in by the waist to kiss him hard. “You sneaky thing, beating us like that,” Finn murmured into Logan’s jaw, biting gently.
“Oi.” Alex came up and smacked the back of Finn’s head as he walked by, Kasey and Natalie close behind. “Take that shit somewhere else.”
Finn simply stuck his tongue out behind Alex’s back before turning to Leo. “Ready to go, sunshine?”
“Mhm.” Leo shouldered his bag and held out his hand for Logan to take. He smiled at Finn, who was carrying both his and Logan’s bags. “Harz, you need help?”
“Nope.” Finn grunted as he boosted the bags up. “Nope, you lead the way, gorgeous, okay?”
“Okay,” Leo said skeptically, him and Logan sharing a look. “You let us know if you need Lo to carry his own bag.”
“I won’t!”
Logan hid his smile into Leo’s bicep as they made their way towards the tunnels that led to the parking lot. Finn chattered non-stop behind them, stopping only when he had to readjust the bags on his shoulders.
“I’m just saying, we only lost to you by one. It could have gone either way, especially because your second goal was on a power play that should not have happened, Kuny didn’t slash-”
“Ouais, he did!” Logan argued. “I was on the ice, I saw it.”
“No way, his stick didn’t come high enough for it to be-”
“Boys,” Leo interrupted gently. “Let’s not get too heated before we get home. I’m making a nice, relaxing dinner for us.”
“D’accord,” Logan said softly, pausing to press a kiss to Leo’s cheek when Leo held the door to the parking garage open for him. “But it is fun to watch Finn be wrong.”
“I am not!”
Leo sighed and wrapped his arm around Logan’s waist when they got to their car. He bent his neck to meet Logan’s mischievous grin with his own. “You are such a trouble maker.”
“Mm, you like it,” Logan murmured, meeting Leo for a kiss. He relaxed into Leo’s strong hold, leaning in to kiss him again.
They were interrupted by a gasp from a few spaces down. Leo whipped his head up to find two girls, one with red curls and another with straight black hair, and a guy, their phones out and ready, staring at them with wide eyes. They looked like they were still in high school. The black-haired girl was looking between himself and Logan, and Leo tightened his grip on Logan’s hips.
“Can we help you?” Finn asked. His face was light and normal, but his voice was wary.
“We’re uh,” the red-haired girl started.
“Big fans,” the guy finished. “Huge.”
“Oh.” Finn’s shoulders eased. “Well, it was nice to meet you. Hope you all enjoyed the game.”
“Yeah, totally, just- can we take a photo?” the red-haired girl asked.
In Leo’s arms, Logan’s shoulder raised with a deep, irritated inhale. Nobody else would notice the clench of his jaw, but Leo did- and so did Finn.
“Um.” Finn scratched the back of his head. “We were just leaving, I’m really-”
“No! Not with us.” The guy motioned to them. “Like, of you three, together.”
Leo blanched. “Excuse me?”
“Yeah, like- you’re good representation!” the black-haired girl exclaimed, smiling at them encouragingly. “We’d love a photo of you guys with, like, your arms around each other, or kis-”
“Absolutely not,” Finn interrupted. The kids looked surprised by his tone, and so he took a deep breath, but didn’t speak any less assuredly. “Look, we really appreciate you three coming to support the team and everything, but we’re tired. So we’re going home.”
The three kids didn’t say anything, just watched with flushed cheeks as Finn coaxed Logan, then Leo into the car. Leo let Finn’s firm but gentle hands guide him into the passenger seat. He didn’t realize he was shaking until Logan leaned forward from the backseat to cup his hands in his own and kiss them.
“Soleil?” he murmured.
Leo opened his mouth to answer, but no sound came out. Thankfully, he was saved by Finn slamming the driver door shut with a frustrated huff. “Who the hell do they think they are?”
Leo and Logan looked at each other. Finn didn’t get angry that often. Logan rested a hand on Finn’s shoulder. “Rouge-”
“You think they’re gone?” Finn turned around to look out the rear window where, sure enough, the kids were nowhere to be seen. He bonked his head back against his headrest with a sigh. “Fuck. Fuck, I know they’re just teenagers, but seriously? That totally crosses a line, we have boundaries as people.”
“Sh, mon amour,” Logan hushed. He cupped Finn’s jaw in his large palm. “C’est bien, they’re gone.”
Leo could feel the relief coming off of Finn in droves, even across the center console. Finn kissed Logan’s palm. “I know. I just- when we touch or kiss it’s because we want to.” He looked at them each carefully. “Okay? We’re not objects.”
Of all things, that made Leo tear up a bit. Finn saw it coming and immediately pressed his thumbs to Leo’s cheeks, swiping gently.
Logan, however, looked a little spooked. “Soleil?” He leaned forward even more and rested his palm on Leo’s neck, eyes searching over his body. “Mon coeur, what- Leo?”
“Sorry.” Leo sniffed, blinked, and another tear fell. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Finn reached across to wrap his arms around Leo’s shoulders and pressed a kiss to his head. “Sh, baby, I got you.”
Leo looked out at Logan, who wasn’t saying anything, but his green eyes were curious; he was so patient, and Leo loved him for it. So Leo reached out a hand, squeezing Logan’s fingers, before pulling away from Finn and relaxing into the seat back. “Sorry.”
“Hey.” Finn leaned over and kissed Leo’s forehead. “Don’t be sorry, sweetheart.”
Leo nodded, wiping his cheeks again. He turned to Logan, who was still looking at him carefully. “The other day, I saw a post on Instagram from the Rangers, and people were, like… being weird about you.”
“Quoi?” Logan’s eyebrows were furrowed. “What post?”
“Here,” Finn said, tapping on his phone. He tilted the screen towards Logan. “Le’s talking about the comments.”
Leo watched as Logan’s eyes scanned over Finn’s phone. He became increasingly confused and slightly agitated, but softened when Finn kissed his cheek. Finn looked at Leo with reassuring eyes, nose dipped into Logan’s hair. “So, yeah. That’s what Le’s talking about.”
“I just don’t like them objectifying you,” Leo said simply. He jerked his chin towards the back window of their car. “And just now, I felt- I don’t know. I just didn’t like it. I felt like a… you know.”
Logan looked up at that, examining Leo closely. He paused for a moment before leaning forward. “Non,” he said firmly. They were all squished, too big for the space, but Leo didn’t care, not when Logan rose as much as he could to cup Leo’s face in his hands and kiss him. “Non, Le, you’re not an object, d’accord?” His eyes were imploring, and Leo was lost. “And I’m not, and Finn’s not, ouais?”
Finn rested a hand on Logan’s back and rubbed soothingly. “Yeah, baby.”
“I’m yours,” Logan whispered, still holding Leo gently. “D’accord? I’m yours before anything. Before hockey, before being someone the fans talk to, before anything.” He kissed Leo’s forehead, then sat back in the middle seat of the second row. He had a small smile on his face. “And I don’t know if this is helpful, but I want to kiss you all of the time. Even if I can’t.”
Finn’s laugh was barking, and he twisted to press a burst of kisses to Logan’s mouth. “I would spend the rest of my life kissing the both of you if I could.”
Leo smiled. “That wouldn’t be very productive.”
“Uh, I beg to differ, peanut butter.” Finn turned to Leo now, and kissed him deeply. “I think that’s actually the most productive use of our time, what do you think, Lo?”
“Ouais, I agree.”
Leo laughed into Logan’s kiss. “You’re both trouble.”
“And you’re sweet.”
“Ouais, si mignon.” Logan settled back once more and crossed his arms. He grinned at the way Finn and Leo’s eyes lingered on the bulge of his biceps pushing against the fabric of his shirt sleeves and raised his eyebrows teasingly. “D’accord, home?”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Finn adjusted to sit properly in the driver’s seat and turned the car on. “Kissing on the couch is way more comfortable than in the car.”
Leo just laughed, leaning into the thumb Logan pressed to his dimple, and they both watched as Finn deftly handled the steering wheel to back out of the parking space and take them home.
