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Off the Ice | Part 2

Pairings: John Logan x FigureSkater!Y/N, mentions of John Logan x Hannah Wells

Genre: fluff (for now), hint of angst, some smut, yearning and crushes!

Warnings: some swearing, mentions of nudity, Y/N and Logan being a bunch of pining idiots.

Words: 7.7k

Summary: You don't know where you stand with Logan, but it seems that everywhere you go, he shows up. You're unsure if there's mixed signals or if there's something Logan is trying to tell you.

Read part 1 here!

You woke up realizing what had happened in the past 24 hours. Had you just gone on a study date with John Logan? I mean, technically not, Olivia was there. Whatever, he probably goes on millions of those with other girls across campus. In your bed, you rubbed your eyes as you grabbed for your phone, checking the time. You saw it was still early, around 9:00, and Olivia was getting ready for class.

“Good morning, Y/N, how are you feeling?”

“I’m alright, I gotta head to Malone’s to do some work before class. I need one of Della’s iced coffees pronto.”

“And you also need to get all your work done before the party on Saturday!” Olivia exclaimed, shimmying in a little dance as you walked over to your closet to get dressed.

You rolled your eyes, secretly dreading going to the party, partially because of Logan, but also cause of going to a college party in general. You got dressed, did your hair, packed your bag, and had Olivia drop you off at Malone’s before she headed to class. You found a small booth and set your bag down.

“Y/N?”

The voice was semi-familiar until you turned and saw her blue eyes. It was Hannah.

“Oh, hey, Hannah right? I didn’t know you worked here.”

“Yeah, I do. Is there anything I can get you at the moment?”

“An iced coffee and what bakery or pastry items do you guys have?”

“They just baked some delicious blueberry muffins. Do you want one of those?”

“Sure”

“Great, I’ll bring that right out when it’s ready!”

Looking at Hannah only made the pit in your stomach feel worse. She was a sweetheart. You understood why Logan might have a small crush on her. Her body’s beautiful, super nice, kind, and hard-working. You could not imagine taking on part-time jobs on top of schoolwork and figure skating. The more you looked at her, the more you understood why Logan liked her so much. To distract yourself, you brought out your laptop and edited your routine music to fit the allotted free-skate time. You were also making a warm-up mix you can listen to before competitions. Hannah floated over with your coffee and muffin.

“Sorry to be nosy, but what are you working on?”

“I’m editing some music for my figure skating competitions.”

“Oh, that's so cool, I use the same software when I’m editing songs.”

“Do you also play a sport here?”

“No, no, I’m a music major.”

“That make’s more sense,” you awkwardly chuckle.

“Just let me know if you need anything else. Good luck with the music mixing.”

You thanked her and smiled, turning back to adjust transitions on your warm-up mix. You watched as people went in and out of Malone’s. You eventually finished your warm-up mix. You played it in the background as you moved on to finish some of your mockups for a marketing class.

Logan skipped his class to see if he could grab a snack at Malone’s before heading home. The fries alone could drag him out of bed from a nasty hangover. When he walked in, he was greeted by Hannah.

“Logan! Hey! How are you?”

Hannah pulled him into a hug. That made his heart want to burst out of his chest. Hannah smelled like warm vanilla and roses. Logan swore he could melt in her arms. Hannah let go as she had to bring some food to another table.

“So, Logan, what are you doing here? Let me guess, Della’s fries.”

“You, unfortunately, would be correct,” Logan smiled.

“You know the drill, just grab anywhere to sit, and I’ll bring them to you. And a heads up.”

Hannah nudged Logan, and he followed her eyes to you, staring deeply into your computer.

Logan rolled his eyes. “How much did Garrett tell you?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Hannah winked and walked away to take another booth’s order.

Logan sighed as he walked over to you. Surprisingly, you didn’t notice until you felt the table move. You jumped, seeing Logan now in front of you, pausing your music.

“Jeez! Do you like sneaking up on girls or something?”

“Not particularly, especially when they have the best noise-canceling headphones. Seriously, they need to sponsor you or something for those.”

“What are you doing here? Stalking me?”

“How dare you? I happen to enjoy Della’s fries, and wanted to get some before I head home for the day.”

“It’s only like 12:00, do you not have any classes later?”

“They only exist if I attend them.”

“Wow, so studious of you.”

“Anyways, I have to set up for a fundraiser for a youth hockey camp, the Hurricaines.”

Hannah then walks over with Logan’s fries.

“Oh are you talking about the hockey fundraiser? Y/N, you should totally come.”

You looked as Logan’s eyes were filled with panic.

“Um, yeah if you want to, you can come unless you’re going to be busy.”

“Oh, c’mon, Logan.” Hannah turns to you, “He’s just shy because he was a little caine, so this fundraiser means a lot to him.”

“A little caine?” You joked.

“Yeah, if I didn’t get help from them, I wouldn’t be here playing hockey.”

You saw Logan’s face soften as he spoke. It was nice to see him speak so fondly about the organization.

“Sure, I’d love to come and support the cause.” You replied.

Hannah giggled with excitement, while you looked at Logan, who seemed a little awkward about the interaction.

“It’s going to be here at Malone’s at 8:00 PM, and bring all the friends and money you have with you,” Hannah squealed while Logan chuckled.

You agreed it sounded nice as you finished up your work and talked to Logan while he ate his fries.

“So what are you doing after this?”

“Class, unlike some people, I have to go. I have a presentation for a marketing class, and I wanted to see if I could skate on the rink before dinner.”

“What time were you thinking?” Logan inquired

“After my class, so around 4:00, why do you want to crash my rehearsal session again?”

“Not necessarily, I thought you’d like some company. Also, you owe me, its my turn to showcase my amazing hockey skills.”

“I can pay a $5 student ticket to watch that. It’s not that hard to skate and move a stick around a rink.”

“You wanna bet? Meet me at the rink. 4:00. Don’t be late.”

Logan then got up before you could rebut, leaving to prepare for the fundraiser later. You sighed as you packed up your work and got up to ask Hannah how much you owed her. She mentioned you were all set as Logan paid for you on his way out. Damn it, John Logan, why’d you have to be so nice?

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

You were restless in your marketing class. You gave your initial prototype presentation as the professor gave feedback and a few marketing notes for your future presentations. You spaced out so badly that you didn’t pay attention to the other student’s presentation. You were busy staring at your laptop, begging for time to slow down. Your heart was pounding, and your hands were sweating at the idea of being alone on the rink again with John Logan. You haven’t felt this nervous since your first figure skating recital, which did not go well. Unfortunately, class had ended about half an hour early because some students needed extensions or didn't show up for their presentations, so you headed back to your dorm to change and grab your skating gear.

Olivia came in as you were changing, about to head out.

“Hey cutie, you heading to the rink?”

“No, I’m just wearing a full practice uniform and a skate bag.”

“Hey, I don’t need the sarcasm. I was just about to go take a shower.”

“Sorry, I’m just really nervous, the room’s all yours.”

“Is your routine not going well?”

“Yes and no, I mean, I’m still trying to land my triple lutz and toe loops, but let’s just say I won’t be at the rink alone.” You started to fiddle with your hands.

“Are you meeting Erin there? I know she’s been hard on you ever since you joined the team.”

“No…”

“No. You’re going on a skating date with John Logan.”

You whined as you moved your hands in front of your face in embarrassment.

“Maybe.”

“Y/N.”

“I’m overthinking it, he’s definitely into Hannah, so I shouldn’t be nervous right?”

“Who cares what he thinks? You just need to go out on the rink and be you.”

“Thanks, Olivia.”

“Make him do some spins so he can get his head screwed on right.”

You laughed and hugged Olivia goodbye before walking over to the rink. You texted Logan to make sure he would still be there.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Y/N: Hey, I’m heading over to the rink now, and should be there in 5-10 minutes or so. If you can’t make it, no worries, I’ll see you at the fundraiser later.

You stared at your phone, begging that he wouldn’t be there so you could take some time to practice your routine more and get your mind off of him. Your phone buzzed about 2 minutes later from Logan.

Logan: I’m already here, sweetheart. 😉

You rolled your eyes as you continued to walk to the rink. You aimlessly wandered for a few minutes before finding the entrance to the rink again. There, you saw Logan running drills. He had a speaker playing 80s rock, and he was speeding through, doing some shooting drills. You weren’t going to lie to yourself. It was impressive and hot. You found yourself walking towards the bench with your gear, lacing up your skates, and taking your guards off. Logan skates up to the bench, noticing you as you enter.

“About time you showed up, I was worried you were flaking on me.”

“I totally wouldn’t miss this for the world,” you noted sarcastically.

Logan lowers his music so he can hear you better.

“You ready to learn how to score?”

“Hold on. I did not come here to hold a stick and hit it around with a puck. I need to practice.”

“Trust me, sweetheart, you don’t need it. You were saying earlier that it’s not that hard to move a stick on the ice. Well, let’s prove it.”

“You’re ridiculous Logan, what is this, elementary school?”

“Sure, sure, back out now, chicken.”

“What did you just call me?!” You stood up from the bench to meet

Logan at the barricade face-to-face.

Logan bent down and whispered. “I said, chicken, bok bok.”

You immediately opened the door to the rink and grabbed his stick. Logan laughed as he collected some of the pucks for you and put them at center ice.

“Watch me,” you said, lining up a shot.

You shoved the stick into the puck and completely missed the goal by a few feet. You continued to fuss and miss the goal as Logan looked at you, laughing on the side.

“Fine, Mr. Hockey, you do it then.” You pouted.

Logan skated up to you. “Watch and learn.”

In one quick swing, you saw him score a goal with ease. You huffed and refused to look at him. You started to skate away in embarrassment. Logan grabbed your arm.

“C’mon, sweetheart, let me show you how.”

“Alright, but stop calling me that!” You nearly blushed every time he called you that.

Logan laughed, gave you his stick, and stood behind you. He wrapped his arms around you, and his hands covered yours around the stick. Your body felt on fire. You could smell his light sweat mixed with the scent of his Old Spice deodorant. His silver chain brushed cooly against the back of your neck. You felt his hot breath on your cheek as he whispered how to move your hands with the puck.

“Luckily, we are dead center on the ice. People also underestimate how heavy the puck is so, we’re going to give a big swing straight across and…”

You watched as the puck easily went into the net. You spaced out whatever you were thinking, as you could only hear the silence after the puck went into the net. You lifted your body and turned to face Logan. God, those eyes made you want to sink into them. He had a smug look on his face.

“Congrats, you officially know how to move a stick on the ice.” He grinned.

Part of you was speechless. You didn’t know whether to thank him or keep your guard up. Why was he being so nice to you?

“Logan?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Why are you so nice to me? I mean, we barely know each other.”

“I thought I’d just help out a friend, I don’t mind meeting new people. Plus, I’d probably be seeing you on the rink a lot.”

Your eyes burned at the word friend. Right, we are just friends. Nothing more. He probably has Hannah on his mind anyway. He probably does this with all the girls he meets.

“So, are we done with this hockey lesson so we can showcase the real talent?” you bit back, protecting your heart.

“Fair enough, the ice is yours, Y/N.”

You skated around practicing some spins and jumps, eventually finally landing your toe loops. You attempted to land your triple lutz again, and it stuck. Logan tapped his stick on the bench, cheering for you. You skated back towards the bench and grabbed Logan’s hand. For the first time, you saw his cheeks lightly blush.

“It’s your turn now, Logan.”

“What?!”

Before he could continue to speak, you dragged him onto the ice.

“Y/N, you know this can only end in me falling.”

“So what? You got hockey pads on, can’t be worse than a guy slamming you into the boards. Just copy me.”

You started to gain some speed and do a simple scratch spin. Logan looks as if you performed a magic trick.

“If you want to a two-toe spin you can. Go ahead.”

Logan skates, attempts to spin on two feet, then tries to lift his foot, causing him to fall on his butt. You laughed as you skated over to him in an attempt to help him up.

“Nothing to say?”

“Remind me to never challenge a figure skater again.”

Logan was heavy as you tried to help him up, and you guys are holding hands again. You quickly let go as you hear your phone's ringtone go off. Embarrassingly, it was “Love Me Harder” by Ariana Grande. You quickly skated to the bench to see it’s from Olivia.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“I got some bad news, there was something wrong with the dorm’s boiler so they shut off all the water for the night. They said it should be fixed by the morning. Thought I’d tell you before you got back.”

“Oh no, thanks Olivia, I’ll figure something out.”

“Worst case, you should probably text the girls on your team if anyone with an apartment will let you shower there.”

“Good idea, thanks for letting me know.”

You hung up as Logan skated over to you, concerned.

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah, apparently the dorm’s shower is out, so I gotta figure out where to shower before the fundraiser.”

“You could always shower at my place.”

You looked at him in mild disgust.

“Are you sure? I don’t even have a change of clothes with me.”

“We can swing by your place and then head to mine. Make’s it easier, you can hang out at the house before we all go to the fundraiser.”

“What’s the state of your bathroom? I can’t imagine living with all boys makes it the most clean.”

“Considering I just deep-cleaned it, I’d say it's pretty decent, and the hot water is a plus. Hannah uses it all the time when she’s over.”

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt, thanks.” You quietly replied, dreading the idea of knowing Logan imagining Hannah in the shower.

“We should go now, it’s almost dinnertime, I’m sure Tucker will be excited to have a new guest try his food. I’m going to hit the showers in the locker room real quick.”

Logan grabbed his things before heading towards the men’s locker room. As you were unlacing your skates, you realized Logan forgot his speaker. You wondered if he wanted to listen to music in the shower, so with your things, you made your way to find the men’s locker room. Unfortunately for you, no one had told you that men’s locker rooms don’t have shower curtains.

“Hey, Logan! You left your speaker, I didn’t know if you-” You stopped dead in your tracks as you saw Logan butt-ass naked before he faced you. If you weren’t already lost for words, you definitely were now.

You saw Logan’s well-defined abs and a muscular, but slim, athletic build. You watched as the water beads rippled down his body. You shouldn’t be staring for this long. It was like you were a kid in a candy store again. Not that you meant to look, but you can see why Olivia said the rumors about him being good in bed. He had a small happy trail that led to his groin. He kept it neatly trimmed, but not bald. You also were not complaining about the size. Once you came out of your daze, you immediately caught yourself shielding your eyes, rambling, and apologizing profusely.

“O-Oh my god, I’m so sorry, Logan, I promise I didn’t see anything. I’m just going to leave the speaker here. I’ll see you outside.”

Before Logan could answer, you rushed outside of the men’s locker room, leaning against the wall and slowly trickling down to the floor with your head in your knees of embarrassment. God, how could I be so stupid? And why don’t the showers here have curtains? You blushed, rethinking the sight of Logan naked. It only made you want to fall harder into his arms.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Logan didn’t know how to feel. Surely you’ve seen a guy naked. But he didn’t hate the idea of you seeing him like this. After you stormed out, Logan felt himself getting hard. Did he like you? He knew his body did, but blamed himself for being a horndog and that Dean was rubbing off on him. He refocused his attention on other things that helped calm him down. He dried off his body and changed into new clothes before stepping out of the locker room to find you with your head in your knees. Logan bent down and gave you a tap on your head.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” you replied, not willing to lift your head from your knees.

“If it makes you feel any better, my whole team has seen me naked.”

“It doesn’t.”

“Hey, look at me.”

You lifted your head. Logan grabbed your head softly, rubbed your hair soothingly, and stared straight into your eyes.

“Did you like what you saw?”

“Oh my god Logan!”

“What? I meant it as a joke to make you feel better. Now will you get up so we can get you into a warm shower?”

You reluctantly got up, once again holding Logan’s hands.

“That’s my girl.”

“Shut up.” You quickly responded.

You both let go as you once again walked to his truck, and he drove you back to your dorm.

“I’ll be back in 10.” You said as you walked to the front steps of your dorm.

“I’ll be waiting!” Logan yelled and honked his car, making you even more embarrassed and rushing towards your dorm hall.

You headed back to your dorm room to see Olivia watching a show on her bed. You grabbed some clothes and toiletries as Olivia perked up.

“You’re back, how was your skate date?”

“Don’t call it that.”

“Where are you going to go shower?”

You remained silent.

“Let me guess, Logan offered you to go shower at his place.”

“How can you read me so well?”

“Being a psych major has it’s perks. So you’re going to the hockey house? Girls have told me its a nice house.”

“I seriously doubt that if its 4 dudes living there.”

“Four hot dudes.” Olivia replied with a wink.

“Anyways I have to go, Logan’s waiting for me.”

“He’s here?!” Olivia immediately turned to look out the window to see Logan’s truck waiting in front of our dorm hall.

“Can you keep your voice down? Our window is open. I’ll see you at the fundraiser”

“See ya, have fun!”

You left your dorm and went back to Logan’s truck, throwing your small duffel into the backseat of his truck. You assured him everything was all set, and you drove off to the hockey house. You were nervous about meeting all his roommates, seeing the house, his room, everything. Logan could tell something was off because you were quiet and looked out the window for most of the ride.

“We’re almost there, are you ok? Do you need to use the bathroom?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just feels awkward having to use the bathroom in a house I’ve never been in before.”

“Don’t worry about that, I texted my roommates about it, and they were cool with it.”

Great. Now all his roommates are going to walk on eggshells around me, wondering who this mystery girl is coming to their house to shower and have dinner. Totally not panicking. We pull up to a big house with a long staircase. It has a big front porch and looks decent from the outside. Logan grabbed all of the bags and opened the car door for you, gesturing for you to follow him. He opened the front door and let you in first.

In all honesty, you’ve seen worse. You see the living room with very lived-in couches, an air hockey table, a pool table converted into a dining room table, and a kitchen with a counter. You can also see another glass door in the back, which you assumed led to the back yard. You see the people you knew as Tucker, Dean, and Hannah in the kitchen, helping make dinner. Well, Hannah and Tucker were cooking, and Dean was tasting everything while looking at his phone.

“Hey guys, this is Y/N, Y/N, the one with the pink apron is John Tucker, but you can call him Tucker, and Dean Di Laurentis, you’ve already met Hannah.”

They all said their "his" and "hellos".

“Thank you guys so much for letting me stay here for a bit and borrow your shower.” You kindly replied.

“I’m sorry about what happened at your dorm. That sucks,” Hannah said as she went to cut up vegetables for a salad.

“Well, Logan kindly offered, I’m gna head up and shower, I smell like BO.”

“Let me show you the way,” Logan quickly added. Logan let you go up the stairs first, trailing shortly behind. Logan shot looks at Dean and Tucker, who were busy pretending they were minding their own business. In the upstairs hallway, you run into Garrett, who looks fresh out of the shower in new clothes.

“Oh, hey, Y/N, don’t worry about me, my room has its own shower. I didn’t mess up the communal one.”

You smile as Logan guides you into his room. It’s surprisingly neat. You see some Boston Bruins hockey posters in his room, a toolbox tucked next to his dresser, and a closet full of flannels and hoodies. His bed had grey bedsheets, and there was a small photo on his nightstand of him, Garrett, and Dean, presumably from last year’s hockey season.

“You can leave your stuff in here and change in the bathroom before and after you take your shower, need anything?”

“Not that I can think of, thanks again.”

“Not a problem, enjoy a nice shower. I’ll try to keep the boys downstairs so you have some privacy.”

Logan then closed his door, and you heard his footsteps down the stairs. You grabbed your t-shirt, underwear, and leggings and brought them into the bathroom. You stared at the Head & Shoulders shampoo and Old Spice body wash options and thanked yourself for packing your Sol De Janerio travel kit. Your mom gave you this before you headed off to college, in case you were going to spend the night at a teammate's apartment or go on a school trip. You undressed and hopped in the shower, tuning out that you were in Logan’s bathroom.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Downstairs became a nightmare for Logan.

“So Logan, you’re not going to join her?” Dean teased.

“Lay off of him, Dean, he’s nervous around the poor girl,” Hannah said while holding a fruit knife mildly threatening him.

“She’s staying for dinner, right? No food allergies?” Tucker chimed in, seasoning some salmon before sticking them in the oven.

“I’m not sure, should I ask her?” Logan replied.

“Unless you want to land that girl in the hospital before her figure skating season, I suggest you go ask her.” Tucker spoke seriously.

Logan walked up to ask you, knocking on the bathroom door.

“Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Tucker’s asking if you have food allergies. He’s making salmon, rice, and a cucumber salad.”

“That should be all good for me, I don’t have any.”

“Sounds good.”

“Hey Logan?”

“Yeah?”

“I forgot to ask about a towel. Can you bring one into the bathroom for me?”

“Sure.”

Logan walked across to his bedroom and neatly folded a towel. He went back and quietly opened the bathroom door, trying to place the towel carefully on the sink. He heard a quick rustle of the shower curtain opening and panicked, looking up at you. Fully naked. That turned him on immediately. The way your wet hair dripped along each curve of your body. He didn’t even know how fit figure skaters were. You had a small imprint of abs, muscular thighs, and a great ass. Not to even mention your breasts. They were perky and the perfect size for him. You were surprisingly clean-shaven down there, with nearly not a single hair on you.

“Sorry, here’s your towel.”

Logan quickly closed the bathroom door before cursing to himself about how stupid he was. He should've sent Hannah to drop off the towel.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Logan was distraught.

He noticed he had a giant boner from the sight of you. He wasn’t sure if he just messed everything up. He was still unsure of his feelings for Hannah, but with you, he felt at ease. He loved your sarcastic remarks and never gave in to his flirtatious moves. Even though you kept your ground, you still let him in bit by bit. Logan didn’t even bother to go downstairs. He waited for you in his room to apologize before you both had to sit down for dinner.

You were stunned, getting déjà vu, as if this hadn’t happened the other way around half an hour ago. You could hear Logan lightly pacing in the hallway before hearing him retreat to his room. You picked up the towel he neatly folded for you and dried yourself off before changing your clothes. You walked out with your hair still a little wet, holding your dirty clothes. You went into Logan’s room to see him on his bed, sitting as you had just put him in timeout. You put your clothes into a laundry bag you had stashed in your duffel.

“Hey”

“Hey, I’m so sorry about that, I should’ve knocked or something.” Logan kept glancing between you and the floor.

You walked towards him and sat next to him.

“Let’s just call it even? Ok?”

Logan stayed silent.

“I promise I’m not mad at you, ok? I mean I saw you naked too.”

Logan looked up at you. “Really? I feel like I completely invaded your privacy.”

You laughed, “How do you think I felt half an hour ago?”

You don’t know what compelled you, but you decided to kiss his cheek.

“Does that make you feel better?”

Logan was stunned. Logan looked at you with your damp hair and your old high school t-shirt. You smelled freshly of your Dove body wash and whatever good-smelling shampoo you put in your hair. Compared to Hannah, you smelled like fresh fruit from the farmer’s market, and he loved it.

“Y-Yeah, uh let’s go downstairs to help Tucker with dinner.”

Logan got up and reached out a hand to lead you downstairs. Once you reach the bottom, he lets go and asks Tucker if there is anything else the two of them can do to help. Tucker tasked you guys with setting the table. By the time Tucker was done plating all of the food to perfection. You all finally sat down for dinner, with Logan sitting on your right and Hannah sitting on your left. Dean was about to scarf the food down when Tucker swatted his hand so he could take a selfie to send to his mom. Then he let everyone eat. Everyone thanked Tucker and Hannah for cooking and for you and Logan for setting the table.

“So Y/N, talk to me, how is it tasting?” Tucker asked eagerly across the table

“It’s really good, thank you so much for cooking it.”

“What about the flavor profiles? Is there anything that sticks out or-”

“Dude, just let the girl eat.” Garrett chimed in, shutting Tucker down.

“The cucumber salad is really good”

“That was all, Hannah,” Tucker gestured a small applause towards her.

Garrett then kissed her on the cheek, proud of his little chef. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Logan’s jaw clench slightly at the sight of their brief PDA. You tapped Logan’s foot under the table to get his attention, and Logan began to look at you.

“Thanks for inviting me over. This was really nice.”

“Of course.”

Logan thought to himself that no other girl had ever thanked him when they stayed the night. You only stayed for an hour and were nothing but grateful for everything. He looked at Hannah and Garrett, then at you. He felt a small jump in his heart when he saw you smiling after each bite. You looked so happy eating the dinner that you had finished your meal before Logan.

“Damn, Y/N, you sure know how to pack food away,” Dean smirked.

“I might not be a 6-foot-whatsoever hockey player, but I’m still an athlete.”

Logan laughed at your response.

“And a good one at that.” Logan noted.

Everyone also finished their meals shortly, and you offered to take everyone's plates and wash them. But before you could turn on the sink, Tucker stopped you in your tracks.

“Woah, woah, woah, Y/N. You’re a guest. You definitely do not need to do the dishes. Also, my mom will kill me if I have a guest wash the dishes.”

You raised your hands in defeat but offered to wipe down the table, which Tucker obliged with. Logan was watching you openly help and talk with the guys. You looked so at home. It made his heart feel warm. Logan invited you to help load stuff for the fundraiser into his truck. The moment you stepped outside, you realized how cold it was. You kicked yourself for forgetting to bring a jacket. Logan noticed you rubbing the sides of your arms.

“Are you cold?”

“A little, I should be fine. I’ll go grab my jacket from the rink.”

“No offense sweetheart, but that jacket definitely smells like sweat and BO. Just grab something from my closet, dealer’s choice.”

“Thanks.”

You walked upstairs to Logan's room and found his closet. You grabbed the first hoodie you saw, which was a Briar U Hawks hoodie with his name on the back. You threw it over your head and realized how oversized it was. You even had little sweater paws that you rolled up so they wouldn’t get in the way of helping Logan move things. You immediately smelled the same warm leather and musk mixed with a hint of his laundry detergent. When you stepped back outside with another box, you noticed Logan smiling and walking towards you to take it.

Logan didn’t realize he had a thing for girls in his clothes until he saw you in his hoodie. He originally thought it was because he was jealous of Hannah in Garrett’s clothes, wishing it were his own. But seeing how oversized it was over your torso made Logan a little flustered.

“Sorry, the hoodie’s too big on you.”

“It’s alright, it's keeping me warm. Thanks.”

Logan caught himself staring at you for a little too long before you snapped him out of his trance.

“So, is there anything else we need to grab?”

“What? No, I think we got everything.”

You and Logan walked back inside, realizing it was almost time to leave. You grabbed your duffel from Logan’s room and accidentally heard a conversation you probably weren’t meant to hear.

“What do you mean you don’t have the signed jersey from your dad?”

“I told you I’m not speaking with him at the moment.”

“You couldn’t put your petty drama aside for a fundraiser? I’m sure your dad would gladly send one over. I’ve seen the Graham merchandise room.”

“It’s not that simple. It’s not like everyone has perfect relationships with their parents. It’s not my fault my dad is an NHL hockey star, and yours isn’t.”

“You know what? Fuck you, G. You didn’t have to go there.”

“Fuck you too, Logan, and your stupid fundraiser!”

Logan almost jumped across the table to punch Garrett, but Dean, Tucker, and Hannah stopped them before you rushed down the stairs. Hannah held Garrett and started lecturing the two of them.

“Guys! Stop it! You guys are best friends. Garrett, you know how much this fundraiser means to Logan. Logan, you know Garrett has a rocky relationship with his dad right now. Let’s focus on getting as much money as we can, ok?”

Both of them huffed, but it seemed to calm both of them down for now. You hated how much grasp Hannah had on Garrett and Logan. You could learn a thing or two. You grabbed Logan’s arm, suggesting that you two should leave to set up and also to get him away from Garrett. He harshly yanked his arm off you and stormed to the front door, slamming it. A part of your heart chipped away seeing him close off after one argument. Hannah looked at you with sympathy.

“Go catch up with him. I’ll talk some sense into Garrett, and we’ll see you both at the fundraiser.”

You walked out to see Logan sitting on the porch, his hands resting at the sides of his head.

“Hey, we should get going before people show up.”

Logan was still looking towards the ground.

You put your duffle down and sat next to him.

“Earth to Logan? We gotta go.”

“These kids really need the money. I need this fundraiser to go well.”

“I’m sure it will still go well. I invited Olivia and my whole team. I’m sure dozens of people will show up and donate.”

“I just know what it feels like, you dream to play a sport your whole life, but your family can barely afford it and don’t approve of it.”

His words hit home for you. When you were growing up, your dad always wanted you to play hockey. He was the one who got you on skates in the first place. He wanted you to play in college and go to the PWHL. But one ice skating video changed your life. It was 2010, and you were watching Yuna Kim’s free skate routine. Mainly because you loved her outfit, but the way she effortlessly spun and glided on that ice made you fall in love with figure skating. When you told your dad, he was heartbroken and stubborn. So stubborn that he had never once been to your competitive ice skating recitals.

“Yeah, I know what it’s like. My dad was furious when I told him I wanted to do ice skating.”

Logan looked up at you in confusion. “Why? You’re clearly very talented.”

“Do you want to know who my dad is?”

Logan nodded in anticipation.

“My dad is Mike Modano.”

Logan looked at you, as if he had never heard that name before.

“Ok, Boston boy, he’s huge in Dallas, he got them a Stanley Cup. He wanted me to play hockey my whole life. Despite my achievements, he still hasn’t attended my recitals, claims it’s not a real sport, or is busy with NHL appearances.”

Logan looked at you with sympathy. He wondered how a parent could be so heartless. It made him put Garrett’s dad into perspective. He can’t imagine the insane pressure Garrett must be under.

“Damn, why are hockey dads the worst?”

“Don’t count them all out, I have amazing NHL uncles who are great parents.”

You stood up and reached a hand out to Logan.

“So are we going to sit here and pout, or are we going to kick ass at this fundraiser?”

Logan grabbed your hand.

“Let’s go kick ass at this fundraiser.”

You smiled and grabbed your duffel, which Logan took out of your hands. He put it in the back with the rest of the stuff, and you both got into his truck. He reached out to grab your hand and made eye contact.

“Thanks, by the way.”

“Anytime, Boston boy.”

“You’re seriously going to start calling me that?”

“Until you brush up on your sports knowledge outside of Boston, yes.”

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Logan let go of your hand as he started driving to Malone’s. You both unloaded his truck and set up. It wasn’t too hard. You put out the silent auction cards while Logan hung up some fun decorations and checked in with the band. Shortly after, Garrett, Hannah, Dean, and Tucker show up to help and support. Garrett walked up to Logan, who was on the stage hanging up some streamers.

“Hey man, I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I know getting a lot of money for this fundraiser means a lot to you.”

Logan jumped down to meet Garrett’s eye level.

“No worries, G, I’m sorry I said those things about your dad. I’m sure it’s hard having him breathe down your neck 24/7 about hockey.”

“As an olive branch…” Garrett brought out two box seat tickets for the New York Rangers.

“I know it’s not Boston, but I still wanted to help out.” Garrett looked apologetically.

“Thanks, G, you didn’t have to.” Logan brought him in for a hug.

You were sitting at the counter, talking to Allie and Hannah, making sure they had enough food and drinks for tonight, and if they needed any help serving. Garrett floated over to Hannah.

“How’d it go?” Hannah inquired.

“Strangely well, he also seemed empathetic about my dad for once,” Garrett responded.

“Not sure that has anything to do with you, does it?” Hannah pointed her head towards you.

You gave in, “Just gave him some perspective on life, that’s all.”

Garrett whispered a thank you before focusing back on Hannah. Eventually, it was time to start the fundraiser. Massive groups of people came in, from various athletic teams, theatre students, and even general students who were fans of the hockey team. Olivia eventually showed up and hugged you, complementing the setup. She also tried to inquire about the hoodie you were wearing and wouldn’t buy the “I was cold” sentiment. Olivia then walked off to greet some friends she had met at a few parties.

Eventually, your figure skating team showed up, and they all put down bids at the silent auction, bought raffle tickets, and requested a few songs. Towards the end of the night, Dean, who was emceeing, started listing the winners of each raffle. You had put your name down for a few, but definitely did not beat out the other students in the crowd. Dean then announced a last-minute live auction, a date with John Logan.

Dean, earlier that night, had been going on and on about how hot and single Logan was. Several girls came up to him, saying they’d be willing to pay hundreds of dollars even to have a chance to go on a date with him. You looked at Logan, who was busy collecting donations, and he turned to Dean with his face looking like he saw a ghost. He tried to argue, saying he hadn’t agreed to that before the girls started shouting dollar amounts. It was at times like these that you secretly wished you were dating Logan. You didn’t have much left and jokingly said $50. Logan looked at you offensively and headed over to you. “I didn’t think you’d be willing to pay money to hang out with me.” Your smile lasted as long as another girl shouted $100. The bidding eventually reached $500. A girl sitting by the stage won and started jumping up and down. Logan looked back at you. What could you be jealous of? It’s not like you guys were dating. But Logan did something unexpected.

Logan started to walk towards the mic and swiped it out of Dean’s hand while trying to keep a smile.

“Ladies, ladies, while I appreciate the enthusiasm, I am unfortunately not up for auction.”

The girl looked immediately upset.

“But, how about you can keep your $500, and I give you these box tickets for free?”

The girl looked pleased and took the tickets. Logan then encouraged the other eager ladies to donate directly if they so choose. A few slipped some 5s and 10s his way. Why did he do that?

Logan walked back over to you, starting to count up the money for tonight.

“Wow, I can’t imagine turning down $500.”

“I just wanted people to donate for the right reasons. Selling my time the day I have to set up for a party isn’t ideal.”

So there was the real answer. Logan didn’t want to overbook himself. Why would he turn down a date? Cause he had feelings for you? Crazy for you to even think that. Logan counted up all of the money and realized he had raised more than enough to support the Hurricanes. He looked over the moon, running over to the mic.

“Hey everyone, I just wanted to thank you all for coming out tonight. I can officially announce that we raised over $2,000 for the Hurricanes! Thank you all again. This will help support so many kids who dream of playing hockey. Cheers!”

Everyone raised their glasses in celebration, and Logan briefly stopped to talk to the Hurricane’s organizers. They were thanking him, and he’d send them a check in the mail for the donation money. He then met your eyes with you before coming over to hug you. You let go of the hug, still holding onto his arms.

“I knew you could do it.” You smiled.

“Only cause you were here.” He smiled back.

Eventually, all of the other hockey teammates came over to congratulate him. Giving him little head rubs and big bear hugs. You had stayed late with him, his roommates, Hannah, and Allie to help take down decorations and clean up.

“Y/N, you really don’t have to stay.” Logan insisted.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not like we have school tomorrow.” You stood up on a stool to take down some hanging stars from the ceiling.

Logan walked over subconsciously to hold onto the stool to make sure it was stable in case you fell. You noticed Logan behind you and smiled as you safely got down. You thanked him for packing everything back into boxes. They wanted to reuse some of the decorations for the party tomorrow. About an hour passed, and you let out an audible yawn, and Logan looked at you, concerned.

“Hey guys, do you mind finishing up without me? I’m going to take Y/N back to her dorm.” You were about to tell him it was fine until your eyes started to droop.

You probably should go to bed. The group assured him they’d leave it spotless, as they also said goodbye to you and Logan. Logan once again opened the car door for you and drove off to your dorm. On the way, you had fallen asleep in the passenger seat. When you guys arrived, Logan was nervous to wake you up. You looked so comfortable in his hoodie, leaning against the window. He brushed some of the hair out of your face. You looked beautiful, even without makeup. When he opened his car door, the noise woke you up, as you blinked, realizing you were back at your dorm. Logan opened the door for you and gave you a hand as you stepped out of the truck. He handed you your duffel. You quickly realized you were still wearing his hoodie.

“Oh, sorry, this is your hoodie.” You started to take off the hoodie.

“No.” Logan stopped you in your tracks. “You keep it, it's cold.”

He raised the hood over your head. And leaned in to kiss you lightly on the forehead.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight.”

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He waited for you to go safely into your dorm building. He didn’t want the night to end. Some part of him wished you had invited him up to your dorm room. But he can tell you were exhausted and needed the sleep. Plus, you looked so comfortable in that hoodie. He smiled bitterly as he drove back to Malone’s to pick up some more boxes.

You had wandered into your dorm room with Olivia’s night light on. Thank god Olivia was a heavy sleeper, she’s not the happiest when people wake her up from a nap. You changed out of your leggings and into sleep shorts. You briefly stepped into your ensuite bathroom to brush your teeth and tucked yourself into bed. You smelled Logan’s hoodie one last time before drifting off to sleep, wondering if this was all still real or if it was a dream.

Read part 3 here!

A/N: Thank you guys so much for the support in part 1! I never realized how much I missed writing, I hope you all enjoyed! And yes, there will be a part 3 coming soon! If you aren't already on the taglist and want to be added, be sure to comment!

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