This culminates in I love you tumbling out, without him meaning to. They’re in a hotel room in Long Beach, Kyle’s hand up his shirt and his mouth pressed against his neck. Kyle freezes, and Logan wishes he could unsay it; whatever he and Kyle have is more important than silly feelings. But Kyle looks at him, kisses him so hard the inside of his bottom lip starts bleeding, starts rambling all his thoughts and feelings but all Logan can focus on is the I love you back.
It’s not until the next morning that either of them notice the marks of their exploits. Logan’s bottom lip, slightly swollen, hopefully not anything anyone would notice. The mark on his neck, large and purple and impossible to cover up, is a different story. Kyle’s so, so embarrassed, apologizing over and over again, red in the face and Logan’s so, so in love.
Kyle has nothing to apologize for. He likes it, a reminder every time he catches himself in the mirror, the dull ache when he presses a finger against it. A reminder of who he belongs to.