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Hot chocolate had always reminded Logan of Christmases in Canada. They would go down to Sherbrooke to visit his father’s family for a few days and go snowboarding, sometimes skating on the nearby lakes and ponds if the ice was thick. There were copious amounts of chocolate shops in the towns there, serving the drink fresh-made. Logan always asked for a milk chocolate base, minimal milk, to reap as much sweet flavor as possible, and extra whipped cream. He and his sisters would usually go back for seconds, and maybe leave with a few truffles as well. His cousins never had quite the sweet tooth they did, but would entertain them nonetheless, waiting patiently for them all wrapped up in their winter gear. When he was younger, he would have considered it the best hot chocolate he’d ever had, a self-proclaimed connoisseur. 

Leo’s recipe, though, took hot chocolate to a whole new level.

Finn closed his eyes as he took a sip out of his own mug, his glasses fogging up briefly. “Hot damn, Leonardo, this might be your best cup yet.”

Leo smiled from where he was ladeling into his own cup, all soft-featured and delighted in their kitchen light. Instrumental Christmas music played lowly from the speakers, adding to the ambience that made him look, in Logan’s opinion, like an angel. “Thanks, Harz. I bought some chocolate from the new chocolatier by the bookstore, it’s nice stuff.”

Finn scoffed. “This is not just nice stuff.” He took a big gulp. “This is real nice stuff.” He looked at Leo over the rim of his mug. “And you’re real hot stuff.” Finn paused to look over at Logan, giving him a once-over before he winked and smirked. “So are you.” 

Logan rolled his eyes, but reached to grip Finn’s hair. “Shut up.”

“Oh-ho, you wanna make me?”

Logan just blushed and gave Finn’s head one last tug, which only made him smile wider as he brought his cup to his mouth once again. 

“Lo, you want some more?”

Logan looked up at Leo, standing expectantly by the stove. “Ouais, it was so good, Le. Merci.” 

He got up to bring his mug over, but Leo just shook his head. “No, no, sit, I’ll get it for you, sweetheart.”

Logan just grinned at the kiss Leo placed to his forehead, wrapping his blanket tighter around his shoulders. They were all cozy, freshly showered from an afternoon run and in sweatshirts and sweatpants. Logan had arrived the night before from New York for the Christmas break, and had no plans to move anywhere. Except maybe to their bed. Or to the kitchen, if Leo bribed him with food, which seemed likely considering the sheer amount of spices he had bought to make homemade gingerbread and molasses cookies tomorrow. 

Leo came back into the room, his and Logan’s mugs in his large hands, and placed them down on the coasters on their living room table. “Any room for me on the couch, Tremblay?”

Logan grinned up at him. “Ouais, ici.”

Leo made to sit down beside him, but Logan shook his head.

“Non, ici.”

He stood up briefly, the blanket pooling around his body, and looked down behind him, and then up at Leo again.

“Oh, I see how it is,” Leo said, smiling. “We get to be your personal couch cushions for Christmas, huh?”

Logan couldn’t even find it in himself to be sheepish. He just gestured again with his eyes to the couch, and Leo complied, shaking his head but blushing all the same. He really did look so pretty when he blushed. 

Finn tsked from the other end of the couch. “You are still such a baby, ten. So, so spoiled, even in your adulthood.” He sighed. “What’re we gonna do with you, huh?”

Logan just squished his cheek back into Leo’s shoulder to look over from his place on Leo’s lap. Finn looked so gorgeous, red hair long and wavy and his eyes big and brown. Most importantly, he was looking at them and smiling softly. “Ici.”

Finn snorted, but scooched over, throwing his legs horizontally over Logan’s thighs and leaning his shoulder into the cushion beside him. “You’re so lucky I love you so much,” he said drily. 

Logan just hummed and wiggled a bit. “Pass me my cocoa, please? And Leo’s?”

“Bossy, bossy,” Finn said, handing Leo his mug first, then Logan’s to him with a bow of his head. “My liege.”

That made Leo snort, jostling Logan’s cocoa dangerously. He took a sip, letting the thickness of it settle on his tongue. Leo had added homemade whipped cream, too, and a touch of cinnamon and peppermint. It was sweet, spicy, and tasted like home. “Je suis content.”

Leo kissed the back of his head. “Oui, sweetheart, me, too.”

Finn kicked at them lightly. “Translation, pretty please?”

Leo leaned his head back to look at him, smiling in his soft, gentle way. “Just happy, Harz.”

Finn’s face softened. “Oh. Yeah, me too.” He reached out to play with Leo’s hair. “Love you.”

Leo kissed his palm. “Love you.”

Logan leaned his head back to rest on Leo’s shoulder. “Mes amours.” He sighed, then smiled smugly. “My favorite couch cushions.”

They laughed, which made Logan smile wider. When the cocoa was all gone, Leo put his arm out and Finn shifted to lay against his side, nose resting on Logan’s shoulder. With the music through the speakers, the string lights around their apartment, and Leo’s cocoa on his tongue, Logan felt more content than he had in months. With a sigh, he snuggled himself into their warm bodies, and let his eyes close.

Finally, he could get some rest

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Vancouver, Canada

“Harz!” 

Finn spotted Remus up the ice, miles ahead of the defenseman chasing after him. He was approaching the blue line. If Finn timed it right, the puck would sail across before Remus, and they could avoid the offside call, leaving just Remus, Sirius, who was coming up the other wing, and the Canucks goalie. Finn raised his stick a little and saucered the puck over, Remus letting it feed through and onto his stick.

Finn had barely brought his own stick down before a body slammed into him. A sharp pain bloomed from his mid to lower back, and he fell with a cry.

He heard the goal horn, and the Canucks player beside him muttering an apology. Finn groaned and winced. Thomas came into his line of vision. “Trainer over here!” He looked down at Finn. “Shit, you alright, Freckle?”

Finn tried for a smile, but he knew it was strained. Leo skated up beside Thomas, blue eyes concerned behind his mask. “What happened, sweetheart?”

“My back,” Finn said. “Fuck, that stings.”

“Coming through, Knut, Walker,” came Lars’ voice. He knelt beside Finn. “Talk to me, seventeen.”

“Thirty-four got me good in the back.”

“Can you sit up?”

Finn tried, but the sharp pain stung him again. “Fuck.”

“Okay,” Lars said. He looked behind him. “Layla, on his other side. We can stabilize him enough to get him to the PT room.”

Together, they helped Finn stand, trying to limit his spine movement as much as possible. He sent Leo a small smile before disappearing down the tunnel.

***

They won, 4-2. Finn watched from the PT room, sucking on a raspberry ice pop Layla had given him to keep him occupied. Just a back strain, nothing major, but he'd be out for a week or two just to be sure. Now, he was impatiently waiting for his sunshine, who was no doubt pulling off his goalie pads. When he heard footsteps, his ears perked up. Leo's voice rang through, like he was talking on the phone. Finn smiled- he knew exactly who that was.

“He's fine, Lo,” Leo said as he opened the door. “Lars just came and told us, it's just a strain.” Logan said something back in French, and Leo shook his head fondly. He said something back before turning to look at Finn. “Hi, sweetheart.”

Finn smiled back. “Is there steam coming out of his ears?”

“Only a little.” Leo came and stood beside him, holding out the phone so Finn could get a full view of Logan’s furrowed brows and intense eyes. “Say hello.”

“Hi, grumpy,” Finn said. “How's it hanging?”

Logan just huffed. “What happened?”

“Just got a little banged up along the board. It's a minor back strain- I'll miss a week, two weeks tops.”

“Promise?”

Finn kissed his fingers and touched the screen. “Promise.” He leaned into the kiss Leo pressed to his forehead. “Good practice?”

“Ouais, until I learned you got injured and I'm not there to see it.”

Leo snorted. “What would you have done, beat the guy up?”

“Ouais.”

“Feisty little attack dog,” Finn teased, just to see the way Logan narrowed his eyes at him. “I love you, baby. We'll call you from the hotel.”

“Ouais, I love you, too.” He looked to Leo. “Good game, soleil. Nice save in the second.”

Leo tilted his head and took Logan in. “Thanks, sweetheart. We've gotta go. I love you, we'll call you in an hour and a half, max, okay?”

“Oui, I'll be waiting.”

Leo blew a kiss, then hung up. He looked at Finn with an amused expression. “Ten bucks he'll be waiting by his phone until we call again.”

Finn snorted. “Oh, a hundred percent. Probably will stare at it, too, until it, like, explodes or something.”

Leo laughed and kissed him lightly. “C'mon, freckle face. Time to go.”

“I might need some assistance. Of the physical kind.”

Leo rolled his eyes. “Of course you do.” He grabbed Finn's hand gently. “Up you go.”

Leo wrapped an arm around Finn's waist, easing the pain in his back. Finn waggled his eyebrows. “Got my hot stuff-care staff.”

Leo sighed and kissed his cheek with a grin. “C'mon. Grumpy's waiting for us.”

***

Gryffindor, USA

“Yes, baby scored!” 

Finn drummed on Leo's belly excitedly as they watched a replay of Logan’s goal. Percy’s saucer pass landed just on Logan's stick, which he slid underneath the pads of the Lightning goalie. Finn kissed behind Leo's ear repeatedly in celebration.

“Fucking beautiful, baby, geez.”

Leo laughed and reached a hand back to scratch at Finn’s scalp. “You're such a puppy. Full of energy.”

“How can you not be? We've got a sexy boyfriend that five-holes goalies like it's his job.”

“It is.”

“Even better.”

They settled back into the couch cushions again as the teams reset, Finn distractedly pressing his lips to Leo’s skin again. He always had such nervous energy when Logan was playing. He itched to be out on the ice with him again, tearing it up together, Leo a solid wall at their backs.

On the TV screen, Luke faced the Tampa center at the dot, sticks across his thighs. The ref dropped the puck and the Rangers won it. It was a bit of a scuffle, each team fighting hard in their offensive zone. After about a minute, Logan's line hopped the boards again. Alex cleanly checked Tampa's left defenseman and sent the puck up the boards where Logan was waiting with his stick. Finn was staring intently, focused just on Logan, but Leo let out a gasp. “Lo, watch-”

There was a cracking sound as number twenty-three crashed into Logan. He let out a yell, his stick tumbling from his hands, the right one cradled against his stomach.

“Shit,” Leo said, sitting up straight. Finn gripped his hips tightly. “Shit, Logan.”

The camera zoomed in on his face. He was in obvious pain, eyes shut, and talking rapidly to Alex. A trainer came up and asked him a couple questions, hand on his back as she led Logan off the ice. Both teams tapped their sticks against the boards. Finn and Leo watched as Logan disappeared down the tunnel. Finn looked at the clock- three minutes left in the third, and the Rangers were up 3-1.

Leo was bouncing his leg. “What happened?”

Finn drew him back down to him. “My bet is on his wrist, sunshine. I'm sure we'll hear something soon.”

Leo was biting his nails, which he only did when he was really nervous. “He's broken a lot of fingers, too, which isn't good if he keeps doing it.”

Finn drew Leo's hand away from his mouth and kissed it. “Just breathe, Le, baby. We won't know until we know.”

Leo couldn't sit still for the rest of the game, so he busied himself with cleaning up the kitchen from their dinner. Finn kept one eye on the TV, one eye on Leo's back. When he asked him if he needed help, Leo just shook his head with a, No thanks, sweetheart, and continued puttering around. Finn raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

About forty-five minutes after the period ended, Finn's phone began to ring.

Leo slid over from the kitchen. “Who is it?”

“Will,” Finn said. He swiped to answer the video call. “Hey, Marshy-Marsh, how's it going?”

Will's jovial smile filled the screen. “Hey there, Harz. Figured I'd call and give you an update.”

Finn smiled back. “Aw, look at you, you softie.”

Will rolled his eyes. The background kept shifting behind him, as though he was walking. “I'm heading to PT right now.” There was the sound of a door opening, and then Percy's voice. Will grinned at whoever was in the room. “Hey, Tremz, I've got your better halves.”

Leo sat down, blue eyes expectant. Finn snorted. “Yeah, hey, Will? I've got an icy blue goalie stare burning a hole in my phone. May you please take us to our grumpy liege?”

Will laughed. “Sure thing.”

Percy came into the frame, smile wide. “‘Sup, A'Horo?”

“Hi, Sharmall.”

“Fish.”

“Okay, okay,” Finn said, patting Leo's thigh. “It's good to see you guys.”

Will took the cue, handing the phone over. Logan’s face filled the screen. “Salut.”

“Are you okay?” Leo asked, leaning in. His words came out in a rush. “What happened? That looked nasty, Lo. Have you eaten?”

Logan let out a full body laugh. “I'm okay, mon soleil. Broken wrist, but I should be back after Christmas.” He tilted his head and gazed at Leo fondly. “And Luke's getting Chinese food. Then I go to the hospital to get a real cast.”

Leo nodded approvingly. “Good. You can eat that with one hand.”

Logan blew him a kiss, then looked at Finn. “Rouge, ça va?”

“All good baby,” Finn replied. He touched his fingers to his phone screen. “Little worried about you. Which hand was it, again?”

“Right,” Logan said. He winked. “Not the one with my engagement ring.”

“Well thank God for that.” Finn turned his head to find Leo biting his nails again, watching Logan anxiously. He laughed and kissed Leo's cheek. “He's fine, Le.”

“He might just be saying that.”

“Non, soleil, I promise, I'm okay.” His smile was a little sad. “Wish I could kiss you, though.”

Leo softened at that. “Soon, honey. We've got a two day break after our road trip next week. We can come to New York.”

Logan made a happy noise. “Ouais, or maybe I can come visit.” He waved his fingers that were peaking out of the top of the make-shift cast. “I can't practice for a bit.”

“Okay,” Leo said. “But you have to fly, or take the bus or the train. You can't drive with that thing.”

Logan sighed fondly. “Has anyone ever told you how protective you are?”

Leo blushed and hid his nose in his sweatshirt. “Sorry.”

“Non, you're sweet.”

“The sweetest,” Finn agreed, biting Leo's jaw. “We’ll go visit Logan and just eat you up.”

Leo made a wanting noise, but it almost sounded like a protest. “He has to be careful-”

“I have another hand, soleil. And a mouth. I'll be just fine.”

There was a choking noise from off the screen, and Alex came into the frame. “I did not need to hear that, Jesus.”

Finn scoffed. “‘Sup, loser.”

Alex rolled his eyes. “Annoying little brother.” He nodded to Leo. “Annoying little brother's not annoying fiancé.”

“Hey!” 

Leo laughed, which made Finn warm on the inside. “Hi, Al.  Good game.”

Alex saluted. “Why thank you, your Royal Knutness.” He slapped Logan’s good shoulder. “Food’s here. Then we gotta take this grumpy one to the hospital.”

Logan nudged him. “I am not.”

Alex shoved him gently back. “You so are.”

“Hey, you can't shove me, I'm injured.”

Alex pouted mockingly. “You poor thing.” He looked at the phone. “Bye, baby brother, bye, Leo. I leave you to your damsel in distress.”

“You have a big ass!” Finn yelled after him. He shook his head. “God, he's so annoying.” 

Logan looked at him with raised eyebrows. “What's so bad about a big ass?”

 Finn considered this for a moment, grinning at Logan silently. “You're too right, Tremblay. Alex doesn't have a big ass, he is a big ass.” He winked at Logan, then at Leo. “You two, on the other hand…”

They both laughed, Leo bonking his head against Finn's shoulder. Logan grinned softly at them for a moment before letting out a sigh. “Allez, I should go. I love you, I'll call you tomorrow.”

Leo let out a disapproving sound. “What about after the hospital?”

Logan shook his head. “It'll be late, mon coeur. I'll text you, ouais? Try and get some sleep. Do you have my necklace?”

Finn had it on, but he took it off and slipped it over Leo's head. “Now he does, baby.”

“Bien.” Logan kissed his fingers, then touched the screen. “Bonne nuit, I love you.”

“Love you, baby. Talk to you tomorrow.”

“Love you, honey.”

Logan smiled, then the call ended, displaying Finn's home screen. It was a picture of Logan and Leo at golden hour on Harvard campus, Logan kissing Leo's cheek. Finn had been so proud he'd caught that photo.

Leo let out a heavy breath through his lips and sagged into Finn's arms. “I won't be able to sleep tonight.”

“I'll rub your back, baby.” Finn kissed his head. “He's in good hands.”

Leo nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, he is.” He snuggled further into Finn's chest. “Can you hold me for a little bit?”

Finn made a happy noise in the back of his throat. “I'll hold you for the rest of our lives, sunshine. Of course I'll hold you tonight.” He jostled Leo a little bit. “How about we get ready for bed, then snuggle and read for a bit?”

“Okay, sounds good,” Leo said. He yawned. “I love you.”

“I love you, Le, baby. Love you so much.”

And with that, Finn coaxed him up and into the bathroom to start getting ready for bed.

***

Gryffindor, USA 

“Shit.”

Finn stood up in the family box, watching as the Rangers got a breakaway. The Lions were on the penalty kill, Thomas left as the only defenseman in the Rangers’ offensive zone. New York's fourth line was scrappy, and they were out for blood as they screamed up the ice. 

It was now a three on one, Leo obviously waiting anxiously in his crease to see what Thomas would do. Thomas kept them at bay for as long as he could, but he was outnumbered- the wing sent it past him to the center, and Leo came out to deliver a clean poke check- and the Rangers center completely disregarded it, knocking Leo onto his back and sailing into his own goal.

Finn let out a shout as Leo hit the ice hard. Logan, in his blue jersey, had already hopped the bench and rushed over to Leo, angrily swearing at his teammate, probably in French. The ref gave him a stern word and he quieted with narrowed eyes. But he turned to Leo, hands gentle as he took his gloves off to press them lovingly to Leo's chest.

Finn was running his teeth across his bottom lip anxiously. He waited a minute to see what Leo would do. When he didn't get up, and when Logan called for a trainer, Finn started tapping his foot nervously. 

“Finn, sweetheart, you okay?”

Finn turned to look at Hope Lupin. She and Lyall flew in to watch a stretch of home games in Gryffindor while Julian was on a class trip. They were both looking at him with concern. He accepted the arm Hope put around his shoulder.

“Yeah,” he said. “Just wanna see if he's okay.”

At this point, Sirius and Remus had come to help the trainers get Leo and his bulky padding off the ice. He was favoring his left leg. His back-up, Hugo, gave him a pat on the shoulder and went to take his place in the goal. The Rangers had drawn a penalty.

Hope squeezed him for a moment. “Why don't you head down, honey? You can watch Logan from the PT room with Leo if he's feeling up to it.”

Finn nodded. “Right. Yeah, yeah, you're right.” He turned to look at her. “Thank you.”

Her smile was gentle. “Any time, sweetheart.”

“Tell Leo we hope he's okay,” Lyall said.

Finn grabbed his coat. “Will do. See you guys later.”

He hurried down the familiar tunnels to the Lions locker room. The guard didn't even need to see him flash his pass. One of them, Amelia, gave him a comforting pat on the back as he entered. He smiled at her and continued through the doorway to the PT room, where Layla, who'd taken over for Lars a few years ago when he moved to Minnesota, was examining Leo's thigh. She looked up when she saw him. “Hey, Harz.”

Leo, who was relaxing back in the chair, now free of his padding, tilted his head. His blue eyes were a bit strained, but he smiled. “Hi, honey.”

Finn walked over and took off the chain he was wearing around his neck. Leo didn't like to wear things under his padding. When he was away, he left his rings in a nice little jewelry box Finn and Logan had given him as a small gift after their wedding. But for home games, he put them on his gold chain and placed it over Finn's head in the morning before he left for morning skate. Now, Finn kissed the rings, then kissed Leo's forehead as he placed the chain over his neck. “Howdy, butter baby.” He brushed Leo's hair back from his face, then turned to Layla. “What's the diagnosis, doc?”

“Hamstring strain. Right leg. Guy collided with Leo real hard when he was in a crouch and stretched it real good.” She focused on massaging the muscle for a second before looking at Leo with raised eyebrows. “Also a bit of neck strain from his head hitting the ice.”

Alarm bells went off in Finn’s brain. He jerked his head to Leo. “No dizziness? Concussion? Le, baby, you okay?”

Leo snorted. “You want Layla’s job?” 

Finn blushed. “Sorry.”

Leo tugged Finn’s shirt to bring him down and kiss him. “I'm okay, I promise. Just a little whiplash, really. I'll take it easy for a bit.” He played with the hem of Finn’s sweater for a moment, then looked at the TV. “Look, third period’s almost done.”

Finn did look. It was 2-1, Rangers. Hugo had only let in one goal, then, and there were about ten seconds left. Finn brushed Leo’s curls off his face. “Sorry about the loss, baby.”

Leo smiled gently at him. “It’s okay. We’re both clinched for the playoffs. We’re trying to just finish out the season, really.”

A horn sounded, then the players were shaking hands. Finn laughed to himself as he saw Logan rushing through it, obviously eager to be off the ice. Leo must've noticed it too, because he snorted. “How long until he's barging through that door?”

Layla scoffed. “Less than ten minutes.” She looked up at them from where she was still massaging Leo’s muscle. “He’s not very sneaky, is he?”

Finn smiled. “No, he's not.” He peered at where her fingers were working against Leo’s thigh. “How’s it going?”

“Good, a little less tension.” She stepped back, stretching out her fingers. “I'm going to leave you here for a minute, Leo, and check in on the other guys. Then I'll bring you some painkillers and a special pillow for your neck, deal?”

Leo nodded, holding up a fist for her to bump. “Deal. Thank you, ma’am.”

She winked, bumped his fist, then was out the door.

Now that they were alone, Finn took the opportunity to sit on the PT chair beside Leo, stroking his hair back from his face. “You scared me for a moment there, husband.” When Leo wrinkled his nose, Finn laughed. “What?”

Leo laced their fingers together. “I don't know, people don't really use just the word ‘husband’ as a pet name.”

Finn pouted. “But it's my favorite word.”

Leo kissed his hand with a grin. “I know it is. Mine, too. It just sounds weird in that context.”

“What about if I say my husband? Huh, how does that sound?”

Leo rolled his eyes, but he was smiling and blushing. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Nuh uh,” Finn protested. “You are my husband. I've got the pictures to prove it, I've got three rings- and I probably have some hickeys still left over on the inside of my thighs from our honeymoon.”

Leo snorted and put a hand over his eyes. “No you don't, that was months ago.”

Finn leaned down to nuzzle his cheek. “I don't know. You and Lo kind of went to town.”

There was the sound of heavy, rushing footsteps outside the door. Leo smiled. “Speak of the devil.”

“Oh yeah,” Finn said. He sat up and counted down on his fingers. “Three, two, one-”

“Soleil.” Logan burst through the door, panting. He had taken the pads on his upper body off, but not the ones on his legs. He still had his skates on. “Soleil.”

Leo laughed at him. “You look ridiculous.”

Logan just scowled. Finn moved down the bed so Logan could kneel by Leo’s head. For all his forceful intensity, he touched Leo’s cheek so softly. “What happened, mon coeur?”

“Hammie strain in my right thigh, a neck strain. Whiplash, mostly, I think.”

Logan touched the base of his neck, as if to sooth the hurt. “And your head?”

Leo kissed his forearm. “All good, honey.”

Logan nodded. “Bien.” He kissed Leo softly. “I missed you, mon amour.”

Finn smiled. The Rangers had gotten in a little late due to some rain, so Leo and Logan didn't have time to say hi until they were already on the ice. Finn had had the privilege of being allowed into the visitor’s locker room for a quick kiss (or two, or three, or four- Finn had lost count, actually) and an I love you, but his husbands had only had the chance to tap helmets on the ice before taking their places. As if to make up for it, Logan was pressing soft kisses all over Leo’s face.

“Lo,” Leo laughed, then winced. “Ow, don't make me laugh too hard.”

“Désolé,” Logan whispered. He kissed Leo lingeringly. “Désolé, I'm sorry, I love you.”

Leo rubbed a hand up and down Logan's ribs. “I love you. Now.” He patted Logan's butt firmly a few times. “Go get changed and listen to your coach, then it's home time, okay? Then we can carefully cuddle.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. “So carefully.” He kissed Leo again. “See you in a bit.” When he turned to Finn, he opened his arms for a hug. “Rouge.”

Finn came and wrapped him up. They were eye-to-eye when Logan was in skates. “Good game, baby.”

“Mm, merci.” Logan pulled back to kiss him. “Je t'aime, I'll be right back.”

Like Leo had, Finn patted Logan's butt. “Atta boy, hubs.” Both his husbands looked at him imploringly. “I'm telling you, it'll catch on.”

Logan just kissed him again, then turned to lean down and kiss Leo's forehead. He tried to walk away, but came back to kiss Leo once more. “Allez,” he muttered to himself. “Allez, I love you, I'm going.” Then he was out the door just as subtly as he came in, skates clunking down the hallway.

Leo looked to Finn fondly. “He is the most grumpy and fiery sweetheart there ever was.”

Finn hummed happily and ran a hand through Leo’s hair. “Too right you are.” He moved his hand down to thumb Leo's lip. “How about ice cream sundaes when we get home?”

Leo smiled. “Sounds perfect.”

The door clicked open behind them. Layla stepped through, holding a bright pink pillow, almost like the kind to take on a plane, with emojis on it. It looked a bit ridiculous. 

“All right,” she said, dark eyes twinkling. “How about some neck support?”

Leo and Finn looked at each other and laughed.

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Leo had had a bad day, and just needed something to make him feel better. Actually, it had been a bad week, or two, if he was being honest with himself. The days were short, in December, and every day he woke up to darkness and left the rink looking at the stars. Logan loved it, the cold, the obscurity, the significant lack of thunderstorms- but Logan was in New York, not here where Leo and Finn wanted him. They had barely been able to fit in a visit two weeks ago during the Thanksgiving holidays, and they wouldn’t get a chance before Christmas, which would still only be for a few days. They had played the Rangers in October and weren’t playing them again until mid-February, and it was in these cold moments, especially, that Leo felt Logan’s absence acutely, that he missed his New Orleans house more and more with each passing day of snow and little light. 

He was standing at the stove, making some butternut squash soup. Not exactly on the preapproved meal plan, and it definitely didn’t have enough protein for professional athletes, but it was warm and aromatic, and he had just put some homemade sourdough bread in the oven to bake for the second time out of its Dutch oven. He had scored it with a little design, the classic line down the middle and the leaf pattern, but also with three little birds, like sketched seagulls, in the top left corner. Leo guessed that his longing even translated into his cooking. 

Finn came out of the bedroom just then, walking to the door to put his shoes on. He always looked so good in the winter, with his long buttoned coats and dark pants, boots, scarf, and beanie. More often than not, too, he wore his glasses in the winter. He looked so cozy, and so gorgeous all the time it was sometimes difficult for Logan and Leo to concentrate when they went out into the city together. Now, he was also bearing a little bit of winter scruff, just a day or so worth, and if Leo hadn’t been so tired and sad, he would have asked him to dance in the kitchen just to be close to him for a little while under the soft lights. 

Patting his pockets for his belongings, Finn looked up at him. “I’m going to the pharmacy, sunshine, gotta pick up some more tape for my thigh. Can’t go running without it, Layla said, after last game’s strain.” He walked over, putting his arms around Leo’s waist. “Need anything while I’m out, baby? 

Leo just shook his head, biting his lip and looking to the soup he was stirring on the stove. 

Finn looked at him with a furrowed brow. His voice was hesitant but gentle when he spoke. “Peanut, what’s wrong? You’ve been… upset lately.”

Leo lifted his gaze as Finn reached a hand to cup his neck. “Just sad, I guess. It’s dark, and it’s cold, and I miss my parent’s house, and I… I really miss Logan.”

Finn’s shoulders sagged and he looked at Leo sympathetically. “I know, baby. God, I know it’s hard.” He let out a sharp breath. “And I know it doesn’t help to say that we’ll see him in a few weeks when he’s not waking up in our bed every other day.” He kissed Leo. “How about you finish your soup, yeah? Lo said he has a late practice, but we can call him after and cuddle in bed. I’ll read to you both, how does that sound?”

Leo nodded, trying to be strong, but his voice came out small. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

Finn just drew him in. “Oh, baby.” He kissed Leo’s forehead firmly. “You want me to stay? I don’t have to go to the pharmacy, I can go without running tomorrow.”

Leo shook his head. “No, no, go. I’ll be okay for a bit. Just…” Leo glanced down at him. “Hurry back?”

Finn nodded and kissed him firmly, then softly, holding Leo there by his cheeks. “I love you, Le, baby. So does Lo.”

“Love you,” Leo said. “I love you.”

With one last kiss, Finn pulled away and opened the door. As he closed it behind him, he kissed his fingers and flashed them at Leo. Leo felt his mouth tug to the side, but as soon as the click of the lock sounded, he sighed and turned back his soup. The timer went off for the bread, and after determining the crust good enough, he put it on a rack to cool for a bit before he would slice it and toast it for their dinner. Then, he set about cleaning up what he could of the kitchen before Finn got home, turning on the kettle to make a cup of tea.

As he stood at the counter, closer to the residual warmth of the slowly cooling stove, sipping his mint tea, his eye caught on the picture frames by the door. The largest was of them in the locker room after the Stanley Cup win with the Lions, Finn kissing Leo’s cheek as Logan and Leo looked at each other. Logan had his arms wrapped around Leo’s waist, backwards champion hat on his head keeping his long hair out of his face. He was smiling so widely at Leo, having said something to make Leo blush and Finn coo, leaning in to wetly press his lips Leo’s skin just as someone had clicked the camera. Leo remembered feeling invincible in that moment. He had proven himself, his first NHL season, but more than that he was so high on being in love with his two boys that it had overshadowed their Cup victory. He knew he wouldn’t have felt that happy to win if Logan and Finn hadn’t been right beside him.

Below that photo, though, there was a newer one, taken on their most recent trip to Nice, to Logan’s mother’s childhood home that she shared with her brother. It was of the three of them on the beach. Thomas and Noelle had been staying at the same time, and had suggested going down to the ocean for sunset in the boiling French evening. Never one to turn down the opportunity to see his boys by the water, Logan had gifted them new swimsuits with a sly little grin on his face. They had been almost two small to wear in public, Leo had thought, but Thomas had taken one look at the three of them, wolf whistled, said something about inseam length, and that had sealed their fate.

  They had gone to the beach in their new swimsuits, definitely drawing eyes. One particular group of girls had really gotten along with Finn, which had definitely made Logan prickly; but what had actually made him snap was a tall, dark, and handsome French man coming to flirt with Leo while he and Finn had been reading on their towels. Logan, having just gotten back with Noelle and Thomas from finding some fruity, alcoholic drink, had seen the man looking Leo’s sun-tanned body up and down and immediately given his drink to Thomas to hold. Rushing over, he gave the man a glare and plopped himself right down on Leo’s lap, grabbing his shoulders and kissing him deeply. When he pulled away after an indecent amount of time, the man was gone and Finn was laughing beside them. Logan had just scowled, pulling him in to be kissed hard as well. 

In that moment, Leo had watched them, in the light that was just beginning to set over the Mediterranean, and thought how he had probably seen nothing more beautiful. Finn had pulled away laughing, pinching Logan’s side and making him smirk, then smile sheepishly with a blush. With a shout from Noelle, they’d all turned, Logan moving slightly sideways in Leo’s lap and Finn’s head resting on Leo’s shoulder, to smile for the camera. That was the last time Leo had remembered feeling truly warm before coming back to not only play ice hockey again, but to see Logan off to New York for another season.

He didn’t know how much time he had spent staring at the photographs, but his tea had gone cold in his hands. Sighing, he put the kettle on to boil more water, even if only to pour into a mug to hold. He checked his watch. Finn had been gone for a long time, longer than a trip to the pharmacy required. He tapped at his phone screen, but there were no new messages. He supposed Finn had just gone to another store, maybe to get some more dirt for their windowsill garden. They were running out of soil.

Just as he was pouring his second mug of tea, the sound of keys scratching at the door reverberated through the apartment. Leo closed his eyes and sighed, grateful for the time alone, but desperately wanting to collapse into Finn’s arms. He would understand the ache Leo felt in Logan’s absence more than anyone. 

He was just finishing adding honey to his tea, about to turn to the stove again to heat up the soup for dinner, when footsteps echoed as they walked through the door.

“Bonjour, soleil.”

Leo’s head snapped up. There, standing in front of him, was Logan, smiling widely. He had one of his hand’s laced with Finn’s, who was also grinning at Leo and carrying Logan’s bag, and was dressed in one of Leo’s sweatshirts and Adidas pants. He looked a bit tired, a Rangers hat on his head to tame what were undoubtedly his wild mid-season waves. Leo thought he’d never looked more gorgeous, waiting for him with Finn in the light of their apartment. “Oh.”

Logan took a step forward, and that was all it took for Leo to meet him the rest of the way, arms wrapping hard around his waist to lift him up. Logan’s legs were clutching his hips hard, arms encircling his neck and hands cradling the back of his head. When Leo had regained some of his sense he realized he was crying, making the edge of Logan’s sweatshirt- his sweatshirt- wet and salty. He knocked Logan’s hat off of his hat, hearing it hit the floor, and threaded one hand through his hair, the other underneath his thigh. Finn had come up and put a hand on each of their backs. “Surprise, nutter butter.”

Leo inhaled Logan’s scent and leaned back. “I mean- how… you had practice? And your car, did you drive here? The snow, Lo, you guys just got quite a bit the other day-”

Logan just shook his head, smiling at him. He tugged Leo’s hair a little to bring their mouths together, and Leo instantly relaxed. The tension left his body, and he let Logan’s fire, always bubbling, completely consume him for a few moments. Logan was warm, Finn’s hands on his back were warm, and he finally felt so warm he didn’t know what to do. His kisses grew desperate, trying to make up for lost time, and he felt Finn’s mouth on his shoulder, probably watching them together with his gorgeous brown eyes. Leo loved them endlessly.

Eventually, their kisses grew softer, Logan pulling away with a few more light pecks. “Oh, soleil, j’taime. I missed you, mon couer.”

“I- I missed you, too, sweetheart. I love you.” He jerked his head a little bit, mouth parting. “But how- what about practice?”

Finn laughed at Leo’s lingering confusion, and Logan just leaned in to kiss him again, smiling into it. “Non, no practice. I never had practice.” He looked up at Leo through his dark lashes. “And my car’s in for inspection, so I flew.” His eyes turned somber. “Finn said you’ve been sad.”

Leo looked at Finn, who was staring at him, maybe a little guiltily. Leo just kissed his forehead and then touch their temples together. “Yeah, yeah I’ve been sad. It’s just been-” He could feel himself starting to cry again. “It’s just been the cold, and the darkness, and missing my parent’s house, and- and missing you.” Leo took a shuddering breath in. “I really, really missed you sweetheart.”

Finn’s arm squeezed around his waist, and Logan made a small noise in the back of his throat and tightened his limbs around Leo's body. “Ouais, I missed you to, soleil. Missed you both.” He leaned towards Finn for a light kiss, then placed one on Leo’s mouth, too. “Finn told me, and I figured I could surprise you. We have a couple days off after our roadie, and I’d rather be here with you than in my apartment.” He looked up at him, green eyes searching. “Une bonne surprise?”

Leo smiled at him and closed his eyes as Logan leaned their foreheads together. “Ouais. The best.”

“Oo-ways.”

Logan and Leo laughed at Finn, Logan drawing him in for a few sloppy kisses. “Oh, mon rouge. Ton français est terrible.”

Finn winked, kissed him again, then kissed Leo firmly. “Happier now, peanut?”

Leo tiled his head, gazing at Finn’s eyes behind his glasses. “Yeah. Yeah, thank you. I love you.” He turned to Logan. “I love you both.”

Logan just hummed and laid his head on Leo’s shoulder for a brief moment before Leo squeezed his hip and moved to place him on the counter, parting with a kiss. Finn replaced Leo between Logan’s legs, his back to Logan’s chest and Logan’s arms around his waist, hands clasped in the front. It made Leo’s heart jolt to see them together like that again in their kitchen. 

Logan peeked out at him over Finn’s shoulder. “What did you make?”

Leo smiled. “Butternut squash soup. I’ll toast the bread in the oven, too, I made sourdough. Even made a design, see?”

He picked up the loaf and showed it to them. Both Finn and Logan hovered their fingers over the crust, eyes going to the three birds. Finn looked up first, grinning. “Aw, you cut us into bread.”

“Scored, sweetheart.”

“I don’t know about bread scoring, but you can score tonight if you want, peanut.” Finn’s eyes sparkled, then his nose crinkled. “Butternut. You’re our very own butternut squash!”

Logan snorted quietly, pressing a burst of kisses to Finn’s neck. Finn just smiled sharply at Leo, who was shaking his head in fondness. “I try and do something sentimental, and this is what I get.” He kissed Finn’s cheek. “You’re all trouble.”

Finn just winked at him. 

“I like them, soleil,” Logan interrupted, reaching out to bring Leo’s face to his to kiss him. “Les trois oiseaux.”

Leo smiled. “Oui.” 

“You know, French is a lot sexier when you're saying it in my ear, I gotta say.”

Logan smacked Finn’s hip lightly and Leo leaned back, laughing. As he heated the oven up and sliced the bread, he couldn’t bring himself to slice through the three birds. He smiled down at them as he listened to Logan and Finn’s bickering, at the feel of Finn’s hands on his hips, Logan’s warm body at his side watching his hands work the knife. He would freeze that section, he decided, and take it out and toast it on another cold day.

Because today… today he was warm.

If you don't know how to do a life skill, like cooking, then you should learn so your partner can have a break. At least, that's what Logan and Finn did. And they're getting there, in time. Leo just loves that they try for him, in all their honest, loving chaos. :)

Enjoy our Lovernut getting a little break and being treated with some high-end breakfast for dinner!! All credits to @lumosinlove !!

“Oi,” Finn said. “Watch it with the whisk, Tremblay.”

“Non, you watch it,” Logan retorted. “I need space, allez.”

“There is no more space, and I’m the one with the butter you need, anyways.”

Logan grumbled in French, but pressed a kiss to Finn’s shoulder and moved out of the way.

Leo smiled from his spot on the couch. It was mid-October, the air crisp and cool for the start of his second season as a Lion. They had had a light morning practice and were sent home with instructions for an ‘active rest day’ before their crazy schedule the following week; Logan and Finn had surprised him, insisting that they could make a ‘nice homemade meal, sunshine’ and he could have a day off. The sentiment was nice, Leo thought, but the execution was- questionable.

“Can I please come see what you’re doing?” he called.

“No!” came Finn’s voice. “Sit there and look gorgeous, please. We’ll be done soon.”

“Seriously,” Leo said, making a move to get up. “It’s alright, I can help you-”

“Non,” Logan said. He jogged around the counter and into the living room, sitting heavily down in Leo’s lap. Leo fell back onto the couch with an oof and gripped Logan’s hips. “Non, now you can’t move.”

Leo raised his eyebrows. “You do realize I could just pick you-”

But Logan interrupted him with a hard kiss. “Distract.”

“Wait, that’s not fair,” Finn whined. “I can’t even watch.”

“Better hurry up then, Harz,” Logan retorted. He was leaning in to Leo once more. 

Finn huffed, but Leo heard him turn back to whatever he was doing in the kitchen. Logan kissed Leo slowly and sloppily with his hands in Leo’s hair. Leo melted back into the couch cushions and sighed against Logan's mouth. He couldn't remember the last time they'd done this- kissed languidly, no pressure, no running around to games. Leo ran his hands up Logan’s warm back and held him gently. He pressed his hands lower, directing Logan’s body towards him, and felt Logan relax and fall forward just a bit. Logan sighed and pulled away slowly. His eyes were closed and his face was relaxed, his body going slightly limp in Leo’s arms. Leo coaxed him to rest his head on his shoulder, tucked against one another like two puzzle pieces. Logan’s breath was hot on Leo’s neck and his hands gentle in Leo’s hair. 

“Aw, I like this,” came Finn’s voice from behind them. He came around into Leo’s field of vision and lean down to run a hand up and down Logan’s back and place a kiss to his cheek. “Hello, lovers.”

Leo smiled. “You’ve got to stop calling us that, or people are going to get some weird ideas about our relationship.”

Finn grinned back and kissed his forehead. “Let them. They’re just jealous ‘cause I’ve got two gorgeous boys to cuddle when we go to sleep.”

Leo let out a satisfied sound and closed his eyes when Logan scratched his fingers through his scalp. Logan was still heavy in his lap but leaned his head back to kiss at Finn’s jaw gently. “Salut, rouge.”

“Hi baby,” Finn said, gazing at Logan adoringly. “You hungry?”

“Ouais,” Logan replied. He leaned back and stretched his arms above his hands, and Leo placed his hands on Logan’s ribs. It made Logan smile and squint at him through his stretch. “Soleil?”

“Yeah, I’m hungry,” Leo said. He patted Logan’s thighs. “Time to see what catastrophe awaits me in my kitchen.”

“Our kitchen,” Finn said. 

Leo laughed and reached a hand up to brush through Finn’s hair. “You might help pay for it, but how much do you actually use it, sweetheart?”

Finn scoffed but kissed his palm. “You ungrateful little peanut.” But he tugged at Leo’s hand insistently. “Up, let’s go. Don’t want it to get cold.”

Logan stood up with a grunt and Finn pulled Leo up from the couch with a short kiss. He ushered Leo onto a stool by the counter beside Logan, then scurried around to grab some plates. Leo furrowed his eyebrows with an amused expression. “Egg sandwiches?”

Finn scoffed. “Not just any egg sandwiches, lovernut. These egg sandwiches are special.”

“Oh?” Leo asked with a smile. “Do tell.”

“First,” Finn said, counting on his fingers. “Logan and I found the nice eggs from the farm stand that you like.”

“Ouais,” Logan nodded, resting his head on Leo’s shoulder. “Ms. Adeline says hi.”

“Right,” Finn continued. “So, fresh eggs. Scrambled with water and butter, so they’re fluffy, of course. Next, we’ve got tomatoes, arugula, and bacon. And everything is on a fresh bagel from the bakery down the street.”

“And,” Logan said. “Yours has that nice hot sauce that you brought from New Orleans.”

“Yup,” Finn agreed. Then his eyes lit up. “Oh! And we roasted and seasoned potatoes, like you taught us, Le.” He surveyed his handy work before looking up at Leo. “Good?”

But Leo was already smiling, so hard his cheeks hurt. “Thank you.” He laughed and turned to kiss Logan’s cheek hard, then reached across the counter to cup Finn’s face and kiss him, too. “Thank you. I love you. I love you so much.”

He could feel Logan’s grin against his shoulder and watched Finn’s from across him, his teeth flashing white against his freckled face. He looked pleased. “Well,” he said, his eyes flashing to Logan. “We love you, too. You always take care of us so good, and we just- wanted to return the favor, let’s say.”

“D’accord,” Logan said. He nudged Leo’s cheek with his nose. “Essayez-le.”

Leo picked up the sandwich and took a bite, then speared a potato and popped one into his mouth. He hummed, his eyes crinkling, and swallowed. “It’s good. It’s really good, thank you, sweethearts.”

“You hear that, Lo?” Finn jested. “Finally got something Knu-pproved.”

Leo rolled his eyes. “It’s not gonna catch on, Fish.”

Finn shrugged and took a bite of his own sandwich. “You don’t know that.” He nodded his head with wide eyes and turned to Logan. “You know, we didn’t do a bad job.”

“Non,” Logan agreed. He dove in for some more of his own sandwich. “It’s actually pretty good.”

Leo snorted. “Should I be concerned about the surprise in your voices?”

“Sh,” Logan hushed, but he was smiling. He kissed Leo’s shoulder. “Eat your sandwich, soleil.

You ever think abt how good Leo’s gaydar was? He really clocked Logan and Finn being in love. At the same time it makes me think abt how after Logan almost kissed him and Finn did kiss him he probably thought they were both just sad and missing each other and was full prepared to back off and be alone and let them have each other :(((( thank GOODNESS that’s not what happened tho

Thank GOODNESS!!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

Leo closed the door to his bedroom behind him, thunking his head back against the wood with a sigh. He swallowed, closing his eyes and trying to control his breathing. His sweater stuck to his neck with a light layer of sweat.

“Fuck,” he whispered. He sucked in a breath and rubbed his hands over his face. “Fuck.”

He didn't know what had gotten into him. God, what was he doing? What was he doing, thinking about them like that? At the way Logan looked late at night on roadies, boxing himself in with blankets and pillows, nose in his sweatshirt and his eyes peeking out like some soft, cozy figment out of Leo's dreams; the way Finn always had a smile for him, rubbing Leo's ankles when they were sore and raving about how much he loved the food Leo cooked for him. And now, Logan almost kissing him- twice- and Finn watching them walk away, hand in June's but his eyes following Logan, and Leo didn't understand. He didn't understand the way that Finn's eyes also followed him, the way Logan's eyes followed the both of them- and he certainly didn't understand why it made him feel so warm, why it made his breath jump and heat pool at the base of his stomach. 

He groaned softly into his skin. He couldn't do this. He couldn't get in the way of whatever Logan and Finn weren't saying to each other. It was written all over their faces, but maybe that was half the problem. Everything was written on their faces for Leo and it drove him crazy. Crazy with frustration or crazy with want, he didn't know. Maybe they were one and the same.

From where he was against the door he could hear footsteps approaching in the hallway, muffled slightly through the wood. Finn’s knock sent vibrations down his back. “Leo? Nutty, you there?”

“Yeah,” Leo replied. He wiped his face one more time and turned to open the door. Finn looked so handsome in his dark blue pants and red sweater, glasses perched on his face. He would never admit it, but Leo thought Finn looked exactly how an English professor should look. That image did nothing to quell the confusing desire swirling around in his heart. 

Finn smiled at him gently. “Hey. You have fun at Dumo’s party?”

Leo tried for a smile back, but he knew it was shaky. “Yeah. Food was good. You? Did June enjoy herself?”

Finn looked taken aback, his smile faltering slightly. “Yeah, uh… yeah, she did, I think.”

“Good,” Leo said, looking down briefly, chewing the inside of his cheek. He couldn't look Finn in the eye. “She's nice.”

Finn’s expression was conflicted. “Yeah, yeah, she is.” He took a step forward. “Le, are you okay?”

Leo jerked his head up. He was going to sink to the floor if Finn continued to talk to him that gently. “Yes. Yes, I'm fine. Are you okay?”

Finn’s nod was hesitant. “Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay. Listen, is-” He winced slightly, biting his lip nervously. “Is Logan okay?”

Leo clenched his jaw. He couldn't think about Logan without thinking of how warm his body had been in the Dumais’ basement. How his breath fanned against Leo’s mouth, how his eyes had closed- how his lips looked, as if waiting for Leo to kiss them. Leo had wanted so badly in that moment that the ache still lingered. But he couldn't say that to Finn.

“Honestly,” Leo said. His voice was strained, even to his own ears. “Honestly, Finn, I don't know. I think- I think he had too much to drink, and he- I think he's a little lonely.” 

Finn made a little broken sound in the back of his throat. “What?”

Leo nodded. “Or he feels- he feels lost.” Leo shrugged. “Maybe you should take him out to lunch over the break. Or invite him here, I can leave for a few hours.”

“No,” Finn said immediately, loud for the quiet room. He cleared his throat and lowered his tone. “No, no he'd want you there. I want you there, Le.”

Le. I want you there, Le. 

Leo was so confused.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “That sounds good.”

“Okay.” Finn took another step towards him. “Do you want a cup of tea, peanut? Before bed?”

Leo shook his head. Finn was close enough that, if Leo wanted to, he could lean in and kiss him. “No. Thank you, but I'm kind of tired.” He forced a chuckle. “Think I ate too much.”

Finn let out a breathy laugh. “Celeste’s cooking will do that to you.” 

He rocked back and forth a few times, then opened his arms to draw Leo into a hug. One hand pressed against the back of Leo’s neck, one underneath Leo’s other arm. Leo leaned into him, allowing himself a brief second to breathe in Finn’s scent and feel the soft fabric of his sweater against his neck. When they pulled away, Finn rested his hands on Leo’s ribs and bicep for a moment.

“I’m really glad you're here, Le,” he said. His eyes were like melted chocolate, so sweet and warm that Leo almost couldn't handle it. “Sleep well, okay?”

“Okay.” He reached behind himself to open his door. “G’night Harz.”

“Sleep tight, peanut.”

When Leo closed the door and sat on his soft mattress, warm lamp light glowing around him, he finally let the first tears fall.

***

“Hey, sweetheart,” Finn said. He put a hand on Leo's back and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek. “You need any help?”

Leo shook his head, brow furrowed as he peered through Celeste's spice rack. He'd just had the paprika, now where did he-?

“Le?”

“Hm?”

Finn laughed softly, kneading Leo’s waist gently. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Where is the- ah!” He snatched the glass bottle, shaking it into the two large pots in front of him. “Okay. Okay, now it’s just gotta simmer.” He turned to Finn, who was smiling. “What?”

“Nothing.” Finn nosed his jaw. “You’re just so cute.”

Leo rolled his eyes to the ceiling in amusement as Finn peppered kisses to his jaw and neck. Really, he was just smushing his face into Leo’s skin. His lips were wet, and Leo felt his tongue poke out.

“No!” Leo laughed. He tried to pull away, but Finn just held him closer. “No licking in the kitchen.” Finn bit at his jaw, and Leo felt himself unravel. “Finn.”

Finn finally did pull away, a satisfied grin on his face. “I love you.” He looked at the pots. “Christmas chili almost done?”

Leo nodded, gazing at Finn’s side profile. “Yeah.” 

Finn’s glasses reflected the light of the kitchen, making his eyes look soft and warm behind the frames. He looked so good always, but especially in the winter, with his nice boots and the pants that hugged his thighs just right and his-

Leo unintentionally sucked in a breath. His sweaters. This sweater. The one he wore now, the same one he had worn that night that felt so far away, but really wasn’t. That night that had left Leo yearning for him, for Logan, in an acute way he’d never felt before.

Finn tilted his chin up to look at Leo. “You okay, Le?”

“Yeah, I-” He laughed at himself deprecatingly. “Sorry. You just- you look…”

Finn’s eyes were concerned. “I look…”

Leo sighed. “You remember Dumo’s first Christmas dinner I went to, my rookie season?” 

Finn nodded, hand sneaking under Leo’s waffle shirt to rub his skin. “Yeah.”

Leo sighed. “You were wearing the same sweater.”

“Oh.” Finn turned Leo away from the stove to face him fully. “Le…”

Leo bit the inside of his cheek. “I thought you looked so gorgeous. And then Logan almost kissed me, but he obviously wanted you, and I didn’t understand.” Leo looked him squarely in the eye. “And then at- at home, you asked if he was okay, and I…” Leo touched their foreheads together, breathing deeply with his eyes closed. “I just cared about you both so badly that I couldn’t get in the way of you wanting each other.”

“Oh, sunshine.” Finn pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’m so sorry.”

Leo pulled back, shaking his head. “Don’t be sorry. You just…” He looked Finn up and down. “You look like you did back then.” He smiled against the memory. “Except now you’re mine.”

“All yours, baby.” Finn kissed him hard. “But if you ever want to talk about it…”

Leo nodded, their noses brushing. “I’ll tell you. Promise.”

“Okay.” Finn wrapped him in a hug. “If it helps, I wanted you just as badly. And I was also very confused.”

Leo laughed, tucking his nose into Finn’s sweater. “I know you were.”

“Hey,” Finn protested. “I was pining over two very sexy men. I’m allowed to have a crisis over that.”

“You are.” He sighed into Finn’s shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you so much, baby. So, so much.”

They stayed there for a few moments, swaying in the oddly deserted kitchen. There was laughter coming through the entrance to the living room, the voices of their teammates and their families carrying over the sound of the bubbling chili. Leo let his weight go in Finn’s arms, almost being lulled to sleep- until a heavy body fell against his back.

“Oof,” Finn said, stumbling a bit. “Careful, Tremblay.”

Leo laughed, shifting to open his arm so Logan could press against him. He pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Hi, sweetheart. You okay?”

Logan’s smile was a little tipsy, his flushed cheeks scrunching. “Ouais.” He buried his face into Leo’s chest, the force of it making Leo stumble again.

“Oh, baby,” Finn said. He winked at Leo over Logan’s head. “Had something to drink?”

Logan grunted into Leo’s shirt. “Wine is so good.”

Finn barked out a laugh, cradling Logan in between them and ducking to kiss his neck. “When’s the last time you ate something?”

Logan shrugged, lifting his face up to look at Leo. “Breakfast?”

Leo whistled lowly. “No food before drinking?” He brushed a thumb over Logan’s slightly-tinted lips. “Honey, how many glasses did you have?”

“Je ne sais pas. Jackson just kept refilling my glass.”

“Oh no,” Finn said. He peppered Logan’s neck with kisses. “Gonna feel it in the morning.”

“Have some water, Lo,” Leo said, turning to reach for the cabinet with the glasses. He didn’t get very far, though, with Logan hanging off of him. He laughed. “Logan.”

“Peanut, don’t leave me!” 

Logan groaned when Leo pulled away to fill it up with water, narrowing his eyes when Leo held it to his lips. He sipped it slowly, draining the whole glass, green eyes challenging. Leo bit his lip around a smile.

When the glass was empty, Logan gasped out a breath. “Happy, soleil?”

Leo set the glass down. “Very.” He cupped Logan’s face. “You need to eat something soon, sweetheart.” 

Logan huffed, reaching up to wind his arms around Leo’s neck and pulling him into a hug. “Fish, ici.”

“I’m right here, ten.”

“Closer.”

“Okay, okay.” Finn pressed harder against Logan’s back. “Geez, you’re demanding when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not.”

Leo snorted into Logan’s hair. “You’re more than halfway there at least, sweetheart.” He kissed Logan’s forehead, then Finn’s where he was resting his chin on Logan’s shoulder. “Love you.”

“Je t’aime,” Logan sighed. He pulled back just enough to catch Leo’s eye. “What are we doing?”

“We’re cooking, sweetheart,” Leo said gently. “And reminiscing.”

“About what?”

Leo and Finn smiled at each other. Leo ducked his chin down to look at Logan again, brushing his hair out of his face. “About how much we want each other.”

“Mm,” Logan hummed. He sighed and pressed into Leo’s chest. “Tell me later. I’m too tipsy to talk now.” 

“Yes you are,” Finn agreed. 

“I want you, too,” Logan said. He sounded halfway asleep. “I love you.”

Leo kissed his forehead once more before turning him in Finn’s arms, despite his protests. Finn cooed at him. “Poor baby.”

“Soleil,” Logan whined. “Come back.”

“I gotta finish the chili, honey. I’ll snuggle you at home, don’t worry.”

Logan groaned. “That’s so long away.”

Finn laughed. “I don’t think that was proper English.”

Logan smacked at his hip. “I’ll show you proper English.”

“Lo, baby, that doesn’t even make sense.”

Leo left them to their quiet bickering as he stirred the chili. Their voices warmed him, Logan’s comebacks slightly slurred and nonsensical. He could tell Finn was trying to hold in his laughter as Logan became increasingly opinionated, arguing for the sake of arguing while also burrowing his face into Finn’s neck. Eventually, their chatter subsided, and Logan was back to being sleepily cradled in Finn’s arms. Leo tapped the spoon on the side of one of the pots, deeming the chili sufficiently simmered, and turned to face his boyfriends again. Finn smiled, walking Logan backwards until he fell into Leo’s arms with a grunt. He settled right down again, a content sigh falling from his lips.

“Ready, baby?” Finn asked.

Leo smiled. “Ready.” He kissed Finn briefly, then Logan’s cheek. “Let’s call ‘em in for supper.”

Really really soft for the idea that Leo’s insomnia is so much better when he sleeps with Finn and Logan, that he is able to rest easier when with the loves of his life🥹 thinkin about him coming back from a visit to NOLA and being so exhausted because he struggles to sleep without them

Poor insomniac sunshine. :( It's all okay now, though, he's got two boyfriends who will happily rock him to sleep.

All credits to @lumosinlove !! <3

Logan woke up with a start, heart beating fast from a dream, taking a deep breath in the dark bedroom. He glanced at the clock. Two thirty in the morning.

He stretched, suddenly wide awake and alert, pushing his hands against the headboard. Finn was fast asleep beside him, rolled over on his other side but with their ankles tangled. Logan brushed a hand through his hair before raising himself on his forearm.

Logan didn't know why he was awake. He listened carefully, but there were no distinct or disruptive sounds that would have aroused him. He frowned. Normally, he wasn't awake in the middle of the night. The only time he did ever wake up was-

Oh.

He shifted quietly, careful not to wake Finn as he reached for his cell phone on their nightstand. The screen saver, a photo of the three of them on Leo's boat in New Orleans, shone back at him. He unlocked it and opened his messages.

You awake? he typed.

The response was almost immediate. Yes. How did you know?

Logan sighed, pressing a kiss to Finn's shoulder before pulling back the covers and heading to the living room. Leo picked up on the third ring.

“Hi.” His voice sounded tired, even through the phone.

“Salut, soleil,” Logan whispered. “Ça va?”

“How did you know?”

“I always know.” A beat of silence. “Can't sleep, mon coeur?”

Leo took a shaky breath. “No. I'm exhausted from the last few days, so I tried to go to bed at eight, but… here I am.”

Logan furrowed his brow. “And you haven't slept?”

“No,” Leo said. It sounded almost tearful. “Lo, I'm so tired.”

Logan's heart broke a little bit. Now that he and his cousins were all of legal drinking age, Leo went with them to the summer New Orleans Jazz Festival. They only bought tickets for two days, but Logan was sure that those two days involved a lot of late nights and probably some alcohol, if the slurry, loving voice mails Finn and Logan had received were anything to go by. Otherwise, they hadn't received much contact, Leo too wrapped up in the music and his family. Logan was glad Leo was having a good time, but he imagined it wasn't good for his sleep, which was already so difficult for him. 

“Are you making tea? That usually helps.”

“Yeah,” Leo said. “I'm sat in bed with it right now.”

“Good.” Logan thumbed at Leo's golden chain that hung around his neck. He and Finn had been alternating wearing it. “Do you have my necklace?”

“Ouais, I'm holding the pendant right now.”

“I'm so sorry, mon soleil,” Logan sighed. “I'm so sorry it's so hard.”

“It's because I'm not with you,” Leo said in a rush. “It's because the bed is too empty, and you're not here to rub my back, and you're not here to kiss my forehead.” A shaky sigh. “I really miss you. I've had so much fun, and I love seeing my cousins and parents, but I miss you.”

“I miss you, too, Le. We both do.” Logan thought for a moment. “How about you lay down, mon coeur? I'll talk to you until you fall asleep. Tell you about our day.”

He could imagine Leo's nod and his sleepy blue eyes. “Okay. Thank you.” There was some rustling, and then the sound of a yawn. “I love you.”

Logan smiled softly. He wished Leo could see. “Je t'aime.” He let Leo get comfy, then started his story. “Fish and I saw a really cute dog today that reminded us of you…”

Later, after Logan ended the call when Leo's breathing had evened out for a good ten minutes, he snuck back into bed, pressing against Finn's body under the covers. Finn shifted, inhaling deeply before opening his eyes just a smidge. “You okay?”

Logan nodded against his shoulder. “Ouais. I called Leo. He couldn't sleep.”

Finn hummed, rubbing circles on Logan's back with his thumbs. “You called him?”

“Ouais,” Logan whispered. “I woke up suddenly, and realized it was because usually Leo wakes up around that time. So I texted him, and he was awake, so I called him.” He sighed heavily. “He's had trouble sleeping without us. He's so tired, rouge.”

“Well,” Finn said. “I can't say I like the feeling of an emptier bed without him here, either.” He pressed a kiss to Logan's temple. “Let's go back to sleep, baby. Leo comes home tomorrow evening.”

Logan nodded into his chest and took a deep breath. Finn's body was warm and comfortable, but Logan would be lying if he said his back didn't feel just a bit cold.

***

Leo's flight had been delayed, which Logan was not a fan of. He knew southern storms were sometimes unpredictable and sudden, but he was still angry that the heavy rains had prevented the arrival of his sunshine. They had plans to go to the Dumais’ for dinner, which Leo insisted they kept- Logan was also not a fan of that, but Leo assured him it'd be fine, and that he'd probably get in later anyways. He and Finn had enjoyed themselves as always, and seeing the kids was always nice, but Logan could feel his anxiety increasing with every bounce of his leg under the dinner table. Finn had spent the whole meal with a hand on Logan's thigh, but it did nothing to quell the movement.

Now, it was close to midnight, and still Leo had not gotten in. Logan and Finn had insisted he tell them when he'd landed so they could go pick him up, but he hadn't even taken off when they last texted him, the plane grounded until the rain passed, and that was hours ago. Now, Finn was sat on the living room couch with a book and Logan was pacing around the apartment.

“Do you think he's okay?” Logan asked.

Finn sighed, setting his book down and looking at Logan over his glasses. “I'm sure he's fine, Lo. These things just happen sometimes.”

Logan tapped his fingers against his chin. “Ouais, but we haven't heard from him in hours. He must have-”

But he was interrupted by the scratch of keys at the door. He straightened, rushing forward, and Finn sprung up from the couch. Logan could feel them both holding their breath.

The first thing that Logan noticed when Leo entered their apartment was the slouch of his shoulders, weighed down even though he had a rolling suitcase. Next was the purse of his lips, and finally-

“Oh, mon soleil,” Logan said. Leo looked up at him, and he walked forward to brush his thumbs on the skin under Leo's eyes, more puffy and purple than he'd ever seen it. “Mon coeur.”

Leo just ducked down, resting his full body weight in Logan's arms as he wrapped him in a hug. Logan squeezed him tightly, bracing his legs, and pressed kiss after kiss to the side of Leo's head. His back was rising and falling heavily under Logan’s palms with his breathing. Logan could feel his heart breaking again.

“Baby,” Finn said. Logan and Leo pulled back just enough to allow Finn into their arms. Finn cupped his jaw and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. “You're so tired.”

Leo nodded, closing his eyes. “I slept, like, four hours last night. And then went to brunch with my parents and cousins, which was fine, but then my flight got delayed, then delayed again, and I figured you would be in bed, and I-” He bit his lip, eyes welling with exhausted tears. “And I can't sleep on planes, and I haven't slept much the past few days, and…”

Finn shushed him, tucking Leo's face into his neck with a palm resting against the back of his curls. “Sh, it's okay, baby. You're home now.”

“Why didn't you call us?” Logan asked. “We would've come to get you.”

Leo shrugged. “I didn't want to bother you. Figured you'd already be asleep.”

Logan kissed him. “Not without you.”

Leo nodded. “I'm sorry.”

Finn pressed his lips to Leo's cheek. “Don't be sorry, sweetheart.” He guided Leo's face to look at him. “How about you take a shower, okay? I'll set the AC to cold so you can huddle under the blankets like you like to do, then we'll snuggle and go to sleep. Sound good?”

“Yeah.” Leo's voice was defeated. “Thank you. I love you.”

“Je t'aime, mon coeur,” Logan said, resting his head on Leo's collarbone. “Allez, let's go shower.”

Logan took Leo to the bathroom while Finn set the AC, slipping Leo gently out of his clothes and kissing the new skin revealed reverently. He guided Leo underneath the spray. “Want to wash your hair?”

Leo shook his head. “Washed it yesterday.”

“D'accord.” Logan kissed his jaw. “Lean back for me.”

Careful not to get Leo's curls wet, Logan began to wash his body. Finn joined them, stepping behind Leo to hold him, only letting go to let Logan wash him, too. When they were all finished, clean and smelling like soap, Logan handed Leo his face creams and a toothbrush with paste on it.

“Allez, soleil,” he said. “Almost there, mon coeur.”

When Leo was finally done moisturizing and rinsing his mouth, Finn took him by the hips and urged him into their bedroom, pressing periodic kisses to his spine.

“Still the prettiest baby,” he said. “Even when you're tired.”

Leo hummed, smiling as Finn turned him and settled him on the bed. Logan and Finn climbed on either side of him, Finn spooning him from behind and Logan tucked underneath his chin. They pulled the blankets up, covering Leo up to his neck, and he burrowed down under them.

“No alarm in the morning, sunshine.” Finn peppered his neck in kisses. “Sleep as long as you want.”

Leo hummed. “Love you.”

“Love you,” Finn whispered. He reached across to thumb Logan's cheek. “Love you.”

Logan kissed his palm, whispered it back, then whispered the phrase into the skin of Leo’s neck. He rubbed up and down Leo's ribs until his breathing evened out, then kissed his forehead softly. He closed his eyes and leaned into the warmth. Finally, the bed was full enough where they could all get some rest. 

I agree with Leo- we have to put some more respect on ratatouille. No more of this rat-patootie stuff.

Enjoy fluffy reunion!!!! All credits to @lumosinlove !!

“Do you find me wise yet, nutter butter baby?”

Leo snorted at Finn, whose arms were wrapped underneath Leo’s from behind and attempting to help cook. He was stirring the pot with his left hand and holding the zucchini with his right as Leo chopped it. 

“I really don’t think this is effective, Harz.”

“But I’m stirring the onions and garlic! So they don’t burn, like you taught us. And, at the same time, you’re chopping the zucchini and we are cuddling. Win-win-win solution.”

“What’s the third win?”

Finn bonked his head against Leo’s back. “The first is the cuddling, obviously.” He bit at Leo’s shoulder when Leo laughed again. “I’m not done. The first is the cuddling, second is the stirring, and the third is the zucchini chopping.”

“I’m pretty sure we could stir and chop standing separately.”

Finn groaned. “Nutty, but then we’d be standing separately. Now we get to be a homogenous blob.”

That got a real laugh out of Leo, one of his tinkling ones that shook his whole body. “I don’t know if it’s wise, sweetheart, but it’s sure ingenious.”

“Well, you’re engaged to this genius, baby. So no take-backs, no return policy.”

Leo finished chopping the zucchini and put it in the pan. “I’m pretty sure that only applies after we sign the wedding certificate.”

“Tomato, tom-ahto, point is you’re stuck with me for eternity.”

Leo paused his movements and turned in Finn’s arm to plant a kiss on his mouth. “What a shame, then.”

“Hm,” Finn hummed, plying Leo’s lips open with his own. He broke apart. “Shoot, sorry, I stopped stirring.”

Leo giggled. “I got this, honey. Go pour us some wine?”

Finn stepped back with a kiss to Leo’s shoulder and a shimmy towards their wine cabinet. “Speaking my language, baby.” He took out a red. “What are we having again? Rat-patootie?”

Finn couldn’t see Leo’s eye roll, but he knew it was there. “That joke gets less funny every time you say it.”

Finn grinned at his back. “It’s a good movie. Endless possible quotes.”

“Whatever you say, O’Hara, just no disrespect on my ratatouille,” Leo retorted, opening the oven to check on the rosemary chicken.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Le,” Finn said, pouring each of them a glass. “When’s Lo supposed to get here?”

“He said eight,” Leo replied, adding tomatoes to his pan. “He’s going to take a cab. I offered to pick him up at the airport, but he said they were going to the hotel first to watch some tape, so he’ll be here after that.”

“That’s right,” Finn said, leaning on the counter and appreciating the view of Leo’s back. “Our little Canadian rival.”

Leo sent him an exasperated smile. “You say that like it’s a dramatic novel or something.”

Finn shrugged. “Maybe it is. Enemies to lovers? Friends to lovers? Strangers to friends to lovers to friends to falling in love with a hot ass rookie goalie to lovers?”

That drew another laugh out of Leo, which made Finn smile. He loved making Leo laugh, loved making his curls shake and his dimples show themselves. He looked so good, in his maroon shirt and jeans, making dinner for themselves and Logan on a cool early-October night. Like a romantic angel.

“You wanna write that novel, Harz?”

Finn bit his lip around his happiness. “Nah, baby, I’d rather live it.” He blew Leo a kiss. “I love you.”

That made Leo blush, which in Finn’s opinion was just as good, if not better than making him laugh. “You’re lucky I love you, you romantic sap.”

“No returns.”

They were still giggling when the sound of keys scraping the lock sounded at the door. Both of their heads jerked up just as Logan entered, all gorgeous in his traveling suit pants and a white button-down, his overnight bag and jacket hanging from his shoulder. He looked up and smiled at them. “Salut.”

Finn let out a whoop and ran over to scoop Logan up in his arms, lifting him excitedly off his feet by the waist. Logan was laughing in his ear delightedly, and was still smiling when Finn set him down to kiss him deeply. Finn broke apart to press his lips all over his face. “Baby’s home, baby’s home. Missed you, baby-baby.” 

“Ouais, rouge, missed you, too,” Logan sighed. His hand was scratching Finn’s scalp and Finn leaned into the touch briefly. “Soleil?”

“Over here, honey.”

Leo was still standing by the stove and watching them as Logan took off his shoes. He slid over softly and stepped gingerly onto Leo’s feet, wrapping his arms around Leo’s neck to pull him into a kiss. Finn followed with an arm around Logan’s back, pressing soft kisses to Logan’s shoulder. Logan sighed contentedly as Leo moved down to kiss his neck. Leo wrapped his arms around Logan’s waist to hug him. “Missed you, Tremz.” He sighed into Logan’s skin. “Love you.” 

“Mm, je t’aime,” Logan said. He rested his lips to Leo’s shoulder. “What’re you making, Le? Smells amazing.”

“Rat-patootie,” Finn said, smirking.

This time, Finn got a full few of Leo’s eye roll. “Ratatouille, Fish. And roasted rosemary chicken.”

“Délicieux,” Logan said, pressing a few soft kisses to Leo’s neck. “Allez, I’m going to shower and change. Ten minutes.” He gave each of them a last kiss before grabbing his bag and heading towards the bathroom. Along the way, he stripped himself of his pants, shirt, and undershirt, leaving a trail of clothes behind him with a smirk. Finn narrowed his eyes.

“You trying to start something there, ten?”

Logan just bit his lip and looked up through his lashes. “Non. Je vais juste prendre une douche.” He disappeared into the bathroom.

Finn breathed out heavily. “That little fucker. Leaving a mess and totally getting away with it.”

Leo just looked at him. “You’d let him do anything as long as he did it naked.”

“Well,” Finn said. “Usually he does fun things when he’s naked.” He grabbed Leo’s hand, spun him, and pulled him to his chest. “You, too, if memory serves.”

Leo kissed him briefly. “Mm, it does.” He pulled away and turned to the stove. “But right now I am making a masterpiece, so clothes will be staying on.”

“Damn.”

While Leo set about finishing dinner, Finn threw Logan’s discarded clothes in the hamper and got out the plates and silverware, lighting a few candles, too. He poured himself another glass of wine, and one for Logan for when he returned. Then he sat by the counter, making gentle conversation with Leo as he tested the chicken with a thermometer and toasted some fresh rolls from the bakery down the street. Finn loved these nights, the domestic and quiet ones, where there was nowhere to go and nothing urgent to be done. He loved it even more when they were all together, Logan’s mere presence in their apartment settling something in his shoulders. He could tell Leo felt the same; he smiled more freely when Logan was around, jaw less tense, and sleep came easier. It was hard sometimes, being separated, especially with Logan’s contract extended. It hadn’t looked like the Lions were going to make a successful offer, so they had decided that it was better that Logan stayed where he was instead of taking a gamble that could send him potentially across the country. It was better than most alternatives, but Finn still cherished these moments when his home was full. Full of love for his boys, for their smiles, the way they smelled, the way they laughed. He himself was so full of love sometimes he didn’t know what to do with it.

Arms wrapped around his shoulders, and he turned to find Logan in Leo’s navy sweater and dark jeans. “Mon rouge.”

Finn leaned his head back onto Logan’s shoulder. “I love you, baby.”

Logan kissed him upside down. “Je t’aime.” He looked at Leo’s back. “Salut, soleil.”

Leo turned to look at them. “Hi, honey.” He tilted his head, a small smile on his face. “Missed seeing you together.”

Finn smiled, too, as Logan pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You look good, peanut.”

“Ouais.”

“Bet I’d look even better without clothes, huh?”

Logan and Finn laughed as Leo turned away, fussing with the pans before turning back. “C’mon, bring the plates over. I’ll serve it from the stove.”

It was delicious, as all things Leo cooked were. Finn could taste the thyme of the ratatouille, the juicy dark meat of the chicken leg, his favorite. Logan kept making appreciative noises. His first bite had had him moaning, eyes closed. “Mon Dieu, soleil. Missed your cooking so much,” he had said, before promptly going in for a second, larger bite. 

Leo looked pleased with their feedback, as he always did when they complimented him. His cheeks flushed red, and his shoulders did a happy little shrug. It was unbearably adorable.

After, when Logan and Finn had cleaned the kitchen, they set about getting ready for bed, anxious to be close to one another again. Logan sought out a pair of Finn’s pajama pants and Leo’s sweatshirt, both of which pooled at the ends of his limbs. He had wrapped his arms around Leo’s waist while waiting for the two of them to finish brushing their teeth, pressing kisses to Leo’s spine and Finn’s shoulder. Finn just smiled at Leo in the bathroom mirror. 

When they finally made it to the bed, Logan squished himself in the middle, pulling Finn’s head to his chest and tucking himself into Leo’s side. He sighed happily, closing his eyes briefly. “Feels like so long since I’ve been in our bed,” he murmured. 

Leo, who was tracing patterns on his abs, pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “Yeah, sweetheart, I know.”

Logan sighed heavily. “Do you ever think…”

At his tone, Finn looked up, pushing himself up on his forearms and steadying himself with one hand on Leo’s torso. “What, Lo, baby?”

Logan pushed his head further back into the pillows. “Do you ever think that it’s- it’s too hard doing this sometimes?” 

Red lights flared in Finn’s head, and Leo took in a sharp breath. “Honey, what are you-”

“Logan,” Finn blurted out. “Logan, uh-uh.”

Logan shook his head hard, eyes widening in realization. He looked up at Leo. “Merde, désolé. Non, non, I wasn’t going to say that.” He took Finn’s head in his hands, pressing a hard kiss between his eyebrows. “Rouge, désolé, I’m sorry. Non, non, not ever.”

“Jesus,” Finn said, flopping down on Logan’s chest. “You almost put me in cardiac arrest.”

Logan laughed a little. “Non, non, we can’t have that.”

“Lo,” Leo interrupted, eyes still serious. “What did you mean, seriously?”

Logan sucked at his teeth briefly, pausing. “I meant- what if I retired?”

Finn couldn’t help the gasp. “What? No, Lo, you don’t need to do that.”

Logan looked at him, brow furrowed. “But I- it’s hard, non? Living apart for so long,” he said. “And us not being together is not an option.” He grumbled the last bit, in that Logan way that was somehow grumpy and loving at the same time.

Leo just looked at him, eyebrows raised. “You don’t need to go zero to a hundred, Tremblay.”

“Ouais, je sais,” Logan said. “I just- I miss being home with you guys. And it is hard. I just- I don’t know how many years I can keep doing this.”

“Well,” Leo said, holding himself up on one elbow. “Let’s set a time limit, then.”

Finn and Logan looked at him. “Quoi?” Logan asked.

Leo cocked his head. “Let’s set a time limit. I’ll be a free agent at the end of three years, and Logan, your contract only has three more years on it as well- both including this year. And Finn…” he paused. “Well, yours is up at the end of the season, so we can see about renegotiating a contract with Gryff, or if not, then with New York.” His eyes focused. “We are together- the league knows that. Whether or not they like it, that is a factor in our contract negotiations. And we’ve been doing the distance thing for just over 3 years now, which hasn’t been easy. We’ve done our time.” He put a hand on Logan’s hip. “But none of us are ready to throw the towel in quite yet, nor should we have to. So, let’s say about three years. Three more years of this, of riding out what’s left for each of us with our respective organizations, and then we renegotiate. Together.” 

Finn considered for a moment, then nodded. “Okay. Okay, yeah, we can do that. I can do that. Lo?”

Logan traced a hand down Leo’s cheek. “You’re so smart, soleil.” He looked at Finn’s eyes. “Three more years.”

Leo let out a shaky breath. “I know it’s not ideal, but…”

Finn brought him down for a kiss. “No, but it’s a plan. It’s an ending.” He kissed Logan, too, then smiled. “I love hockey, but I have my limits. We have our limits. And we’re getting married.” He traced patterns on their skin. “You both are more important to me than anything else, and like it or not, I’m always gonna put you before some stupid, made up game.”

Logan gasped, then pinched his side. “Non, Harzy. Ne dis pas ça.”

“Nom nom nom.”

Leo laughed. “You got your point across, Harz, I think.”

Finn laughed at the burst of kisses Leo pressed to his neck. “I’m very wise, Leonardo.”

That made Leo full-body laugh again, and he laid himself down on the other side of Logan’s chest. After a minute, he began kissing along Logan’s ribs, open-mouthed and hot against the skin. Logan flushed. “Soleil.”

Finn was getting warmer just looking at them. Leo looked up from a mark he was making on the outside of Logan’s torso, his signature sly grin on his face. “I think Finn said something about fun, naked acitivites.”

They both moved their gazes over to him, and Finn gave a serious set of nods. “Yes. Yes, yes I absolutely did.” He kissed down Logan’s neck. “Naked, very naked activities. Fucking gorgeous boys.”

And with Logan laughing breathlessly under him and Leo kissing along his spine with a smile, Finn thought that this was the wisest decision of them all. 

Soooooo, gender-bent Cubs? As a WLW, I LOVE WLW Cubs AUs, and figured we needed more of them.

Enjoy Finn being VERY obsessed with her girlfriends- but would we really expect anything less from our favorite resident red-head?

GO BOSTON FLEET RAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!

All credits to @lumosinlove !!

“Whoa-ho, there, Tremblay. Hey there, hot stuff.”

Logan jumped at Finn’s smack to her ass from where she was bent over putting on her skates. She turned around to glare daggers. “Finn-”

Finn grabbed her waist and brought her close, smile sharp. “You can’t bend over like that and expect me not to take advantage.”

Logan rolled her eyes but reached her hands up to tug at Finn’s hair. She had cut it for the season and it fell just to her jaw in light waves. Leo had done two French braids that morning to keep the face-framing pieces out of her eyes, but there was still enough loose for Logan to grip. “We’re in the locker room.”

Finn just leaned down and kissed her. “I can’t help that your ass is incredible always. Le’s, too. I’m a very lucky girl.”

“Hm?” Leo asked, walking by in her compression shirt in leggings. She hadn’t put her pads on yet. She leaned against their sides and wrapped an arm around Logan’s waist. “What’d you say, honey?”

“That I love you,” Finn said, but her eyes were twinkling. 

Leo narrowed her eyes. “No you didn’t.”

Finn shrugged. “Believe what you want, baby.” But as she walked to her stall to suit up, she gave Leo’s ass a squeeze with two hands.

“Fish,” Leo gasped. She looked down at Logan, her face bright red. “She was talking about my ass, wasn’t she?”

Logan smiled and leaned up to kiss her. “Ouais.” Logan leaned against Leo’s chest. “It’s a very nice ass, soleil.”

Leo snorted. “Yours, too, sweetheart.”

***

“Shit, Knut, you’re a fucking wall today,” Tabby Walker said, panting. “What the hell.”

Leo just smiled and pushed up her mask. “Sorry, Talky.” She squirted water into her mouth as Tabby came up to tap her stick against Leo’s pads.

“You’re gonna be hot tomorrow against Minnesota, baby, I can feel it.”

Leo laughed. “You think?”

“Yeah,” Tabby replied. “Red hot.”

“Hey!” Finn’s voice came. “You can’t call Leo hot!”

Finn and Logan were finishing up stick handling drills with the other forwards at the other end of the ice. They were helping to pick up the cones that they used sometimes when they interrupted Leo and Tabby. Finn handed hers to Logan, who was laughing, and skated over.

She stopped right beside Leo and looked to Tabby. “What’re you doing calling my Leo hot?”

Leo raised her eyebrows. “She also called me baby.”

Finn just pouted. “Walky Talky.”

Tabby slugged Finn in the shoulder gently. “She can’t help the heat, dude. She went full splits, I didn’t have a chance.” She jerked her chin and gave Leo a fist bump. “I’m off, lovebirds.” She turned to Leo and winked cheekily. “Later, Nutty.”

Leo winked back even as Finn made a desperate little whine. “Leo.”

Giggling, Leo turned back to Finn. “Sweetheart, you’re so easy.”

“I can’t help that I’m dating two goddesses. You can do the splits, for crying out loud.” She crossed her arms. “And ‘baby’ is a privilege reserved for me.” 

Leo rolled her eyes with a small smile. “You’re so difficult.” But she kissed Finn’s helmet. “I love you.”

Finn preened under the attention. “Lucky me.”

“Oui, lucky you,” Leo replied. “And if it makes you feel better, Talky calls everybody hot.” She smirked. “Especially Logan’s sister.”

Finn laughed. “Noelle’s a lucky one.”

“Hm,” Leo said, turning to her net. “She is. C’mon, Finnley, help me get my stuff to the locker room so we can go. Vodka chicken’s on the menu tonight.”

“Let’s fucking go,” Finn said, pumping her fists. She grabbed Leo’s water bottle. “Fucking love your vodka chicken.” She looked up to where Logan and Sirius were having what looking like a shooting contest on Kasey at the other end. “Hey Tremblay! Let’s go! Got vodka chicken for dinner tonight.”

Logan looked up at that, and said something to Sirius before skating away. She approached her girlfriends with a smile. “Ouais, let’s go.”

Leo nodded towards the other end of the ice. “Having fun?”

Logan smiled. “Oui, just doing a shooting competition with Cap.” She turned her head slightly and raised her voice. “Which I won!”

“Non!” Sirius yelled back. “Non, tu n'as pas gagné!”

Logan rolled her eyes, turning back. “I so did.”

Finn just threw her arm around her. “Let’s go. Vodka chicken time.”

The locker room was rowdy as it always was after practice, the adrenaline having yet to wear off. Leo shook her curls out of their low ponytail and fluffed it up from her scalp. It was getting long now- she’d have to cut it soon so it wouldn’t overheat the back of her neck, especially as they were getting deeper into the season. They were on a winning streak, and the Boston crowd was expecting big things from the Fleet.

She felt a tug on a lock of hair and arms wrapping around her waist from behind. Logan squeezed her briefly before coming around to face her. “Ca va?”

Leo nodded, placing a kiss between her two Dutch braids. There were pieces that had come loose. Leo thought that Logan always looked so gorgeous after practice, her face warm and her dark hair a little mussed. The messy braid look really suited her. 

“Ouais,” Leo said. She continued in French. “How much longer do you need?”

Logan kissed her collarbone. “Twenty minutes. Gotta shower real quick, then we can go home.”

Leo nodded, stripping off to follow Logan into the showers. Logan led her to the ones on the other side of the wall that divided the shower room, where Finn already was under her own nozzle. There wasn’t anybody else, and she lit up at the sight of them. “Oh boy.” She not-so-subtely peeked around at Leo and Logan’s backsides. “Yup, I don’t regret a thing.”

Leo turned bright red and Logan laughed, leaning up to kiss her cheek before turning on two nozzles for them. “Later, Harz.”

Finn smiled, eyes happy and with that sharp look that she sometimes got. “Hot stuff, Tremblay.”

Logan turned her face up to the spray, careful to not get her braids too wet. “You can’t call me that.” She peeked out mischievously. “Only Talker can.”

Finn spluttered and Leo laughed loudly. When Logan turned to look, Finn’s ears were red and she looked like the was struggling to maintain composure, which just made Logan smirk and close her eyes.

“Nuh-uh,” Finn complained. “Nope, nope, no more.” She flicked water at them both. “Not funny.”

Leo just reached over to grab her hand and kiss it. “Love you, sweetheart.” Finn put on her sad eyes and Leo snorted. “Say it back, you goof.”

Finn’s eyes narrowed. 

Leo bit her lip around a smile and turned towards her own shower. “Fine. No vodka chicken for you.”

Finn gasped. “You don’t mean that.”

Logan hummed. “Ouais. Le and I will eat it all.”

“No, nope,” Finn said. She stepped up behind Leo and pressed a kiss to her shoulder before reaching out to tug Logan over. Surprised, Logan came with a slight yelp, slipping a little on the floor. But before she could chastise, Finn kissed her soundly. “Love you, love you, love you.”

Leo looked over her shoulder to see Logan’s green eyes looking up through dark lashes. She was smiling softly. “Je t’aime.” She looked to Leo and her smile grew. “Je t’aime, soleil.”

“I love you,” Leo said, leaning in for a brief kiss. “But let’s get a move on.” She reached for the soap. “I’m fucking starving and you two are stalling me.”

And with a light smack to each of their asses, Finn went back to her own shower, laughing at her girlfriends’ twin gasps. 

Finn O'Hara really was a very lucky girl

PLS I LOVE LEOS CURLS

Give me finnlo seeing Leo’s hair without product for the first time and it’s just all big and messy beautiful golden curls

give me leo with a ten step hair care routine

Give me finnlo having the whole process memorized

Give me leo getting so frustrated by rain cause his curls get all cute and frizzy

on a side note I really love your writing and how kind and consistent but also communicative you are with us! we appreciate you so deeply!

I also have curly hair, so I REALLY understand the frustration. Sometimes all you can do is throw it in a bun, I'm afraid.

Also, you're so sweet! I care about you all, too, and communication is important to me! It makes me so happy that you feel you're being heard. :)

Thank you for all the prompts! Making my way through them!

All credits to @lumosinlove <3

“Okay, checklist,” Leo said, pushing his wet hair back from his face. He counted off on his fingers. “Chicken thighs. Zucchini. Got all the stuff for the sauce here at home, so there’s nothing to worry about there. Summer squash. Those nice sweet onions, those are good. Oh, shallots, too, actually, I’ll add those to the sauce, now that I think about it.”

Finn absentmindedly carded his fingers through Leo’s hair to help him rinse off his conditioner as he continued to babble. “That nice bread from the bakery, baby?” he suggested. 

“Oo, yes, good one, Finn.” Leo reached for their exfoliatoing pad and the soap bar. “But I’ll have to go after going to the grocery store. The bakery is in the other direction, and I want to get the chicken thighs marinating and in the fridge as soon as possible.”

“Soleil,” Logan said, reaching up to wash Leo’s back. “Are you sure you don’t want me to run to the bakery, mon coeur?”

Leo shook his head. “No, thanks, it’s okay. I’ll need your help here. Besides, they take a new batch out around one, so I’ll go to pick it up then, fresh, before we head to Finn’s parent’s place at three.”

Finn smiled. “You’ve got a whole schedule, don’t you?”

“I’ve gotta. I told your mom I’d make this dinner for her so she and your aunt could relax.”

“Yes, but are you relaxed, baby?”

“No, but that’s okay. I like to cook!”

“Okay.” Finn kissed his cheek. “Want me to help you with your hair?”

“No, thanks, honey. I’ll rewet it and do it before we leave. I’m gonna go, gotta arrive when the supermarket opens. I love you.” And with a kiss to each of their cheeks, he was out of the shower and rushing to put his clothes on.

Finn followed his body with his eyes until he couldn’t see him anymore before turning to look at Logan. He was finishing washing himself, also staring at where Leo had walked off to. Logan noticed him watching and smiled softly. “Bien?”

“Oo-ways,” Finn said, wrapping his arms around Logan’s waist and kissing him briefly. “You think he’ll be okay?”

Logan nodded. “Ouais, just stressed.” He looked again towards the open bathroom door. “I think his hair is going to bother him later.”

“Mm.” Finn stepped back to open the shower door and grab their towels. “He doesn’t like it when it gets all crazy.”

“I think it’s cute.”

“Me, too.” He handed Logan his towel with a grin. “You remember the first time we saw it unstyled?”

“Ouais,” Logan laughed. “He was so embarrassed.”

“Adorable, I think.”

Logan hummed in agreement and Finn bit his lip fondly at the memory. It was just after Logan had moved in and they had an away game. Leo normally didn’t wash his hair on the road so he didn’t have to bring his products with him, but after a particularly sweaty game and a dip in the hotel pool, he was wincing every time he looked in the mirror. It was safe to say his curls had dried into a gorgeous, golden mess. He’d been sheepish, but all Logan and Finn had wanted to do was tug each and every freshly-washed spiral. Since then, he had gotten less ashamed of just letting his hair go, but for fancy events, he still liked to have it shiny and defined and soft. Finn, for one, couldn’t say he hated it. 

“Fish,” Logan said as he was flipping through their drawers for a pair of boxers, snapping Finn out of the memory. “I make breakfast for when Le gets back, you iron our shirts?”

Ironing his boyfriends’ shirts while one of them made breakfast shirtless, awaiting the other’s arrival. If only college Finn could see him now. He grinned broadly. “Sounds good, baby.”

***

“Okay. Okay, okay, cool, chicken is marinated, zucchini and squash are roasted, we’ll just have to heat those up under the broiler at your mom’s so it gets crispy. Her oven has two rows, yes?”

“Yes, sunshine.”

“Good, good. Because I’ll need to cook the chicken through, then set it to broil to get the skin crispy, and that’s when I’ll put the veggies in, too. Salad dressing is prepared, fresh veggies are prepped and in boxes, yes, Lo?”

“Ouais, mon amour.”

“Good, good. Oh! And the pie’s in the carrier, yes, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, baby, I put it in the fridge.”

“Awesome, we’ll have to remember the container of homemade whipped cream, remind me, please.” Leo turned away from the counter and clapped his hands. “Awesome.” He walked around to kiss their lips in bursts. “Thank you, thank you for helping, I love you.”

“Ouais, mon coeur,” Logan said, brushing his fingers over Leo’s hands that were cupping his face. “Love you, too.” 

“How about a nap, baby?” Finn suggested. “We went to the gym super early, and you didn’t sleep well last night. We’ve got time.”

But Leo shook his head. “No, I’ve gotta go to the bakery and be back in time to do my hair.”

Finn sighed. “Baby, a half hour? Please? We’ll sleep with you, I’ll rub your back.”

Leo considered. “What time is it?”

“Just before noon, sunshine. You’ll still have time to go to the bakery.” At Leo’s skeptical look, Finn put on his best puppy eyes and pout. “Please?”

Leo looked at him and took a deep breath. “Fine.”

“Le.”

“Sorry, sorry, honey.” He reached for Finn’s hand to draw him closer and pressed their foreheads together. “I’m sorry, Finn.”

Finn just kissed his cheek and took his hands. “Don’t be, baby, just come rest with us.”

He and Logan ushered Leo into their bedroom and under the covers. Logan crawled up Leo’s body to hover over him. “You want to be in the middle, soleil?”

Leo shook his head. “No, thanks. Too hot.”

“D’accord.” Logan pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. He reached across Leo’s chest for his phone on the night stand. “I’ll set a timer. Thirty minutes, ouais?”

Finn kissed his shoulder. “Yup. Thirty minutes, then we’ll go to the bakery.”

“No, no, it’s okay I can go-”

“Sunshine,” Finn laughed. “We’ve got nothing else to do, and we like going to the bakery with you. You’re all picky about the bread you choose, it’s cute.”

He heard Leo let out a breath. “Okay.” A pause. “I like going to the bakery with you, too.”

“Mm,” Logan hummed. He shifted in Finn’s arms to tuck Leo under his chin. Their legs were all tangled under the sheets. “Sleep, mon chou. We’ll see you in a half hour.”

***

Finn woke up feeling as though he’d slept a century. Logan was warm against his chest., and he’d rolled over to tuck his nose under Finn’s neck. Finn stretched his toes and arched his back. Logan, perhaps sensing his movements, let out a deep breath and blinked up slowly. “Salut.”

“Hi.” Finn arched his back and breathed out when it cracked. “Good nap?”

“Mm.”

“Good.” He lifted shook the blankets away too look at his watch, then jerked. “Shit. Shit, shit, shit.”

“Quoi?”

“Shit, it’s almost two. Fuck.” He frantically looked beside him to wake Leo up, then realized that side of the bed was empty and cold. It was quiet, save for the spatter of rain that had apparently started up when they were sleeping. “Le’s not here.”

Logan, who’d sat up and away, stood to go poke his head out the door. “Soleil?” he called. When there was no answer, he walked to peek into the other rooms of their New York apartment. “Soleil?”

Finn flapped around for his phone, finding it buried under the blankets near his feet. In their group chat, there was a text from Leo from about forty-five minutes previous. Overslept. Ran to bakery, hopefully the good stuff isn’t gone.

Don’t worry if it isn't, sunshine, Finn wrote. We’ll figure something out.

He blinked the sleep out of his eyes before swinging to stand up and following Logan out the bedroom door. “Leo went to the bakery. He overslept.”

Logan bit his lip with a furrowed brow. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“He’s gonna arrive and be…”

“Yeah.” Finn opened his arms. “C’mere, ten.”

Logan sighed and pressed himself to Finn closely. “He doesn’t have to work so hard.”

“I know, baby, but he likes to cook. He was so happy in the kitchen this morning.” Finn carded Logan’s hair back to look him in the eye. “Le just wants it to be good.”

“Ouais. Je sais,” Logan whispered, resting his head back on Finn’s shoulder.

“Hm.” Finn kissed his forehead. “We can help him, though. All we have to do is load the cooler and change.”

“His hair.”

Finn winced. “Oh, yeah, shit, that’s gonna make him-”

But he was interrupted by keys scratching at the door and a soaked-through Leo tumbling through. He was clutching his waterproof backpack that Logan got him for Christmas closely. His rain jacket kept his torso dry, but water seemed to have dripped down his neck to his shirt neckline, and his pants and shoes were dripping onto the floor. The curls on his head were frizzy and fluffy, a little static. He was looking at them with wide eyes. “It just started pouring, but I’ve got the bread. And I bought some of those nice dips they have to go with it.” He kicked off his shoes and slid along their wooden floor to the counter. “Okay, we have to pack the cooler, and change, and-” Leo froze, hand going up to half-cover his mouth.

“Le?” Finn asked.

“Shit,” Leo said, softer, then more loudly, “Shit, shit, shit, my hair.” Before Logan or Finn could stop him, he was slipping once again towards the bathroom, catching himself on the doorframe to stumble in front of the mirror. He tugged at his curls roughly. “Oh my God, look, they’re a disaster! Oh fuck.”

“Leo,” Logan said carefully. “It’s okay, they’ll be fine, mon soleil.”

“No, because then tomorrow they’ll be tangled and they’ll just be worse until I wash them again. But I can’t wash them for a few days because it isn’t good for curly hair, and-” Leo let out a frustrated noise. “I can’t go to your mother’s looking like this, Finn, I just can’t do it.”

“Whoa,” Finn said. He walked into the bathroom and turned Leo by the shoulders to look more squarely at him and Logan. “First off, you always look good, so we don’t want to hear that sort of talk about the love of our lives, okay?” Leo looked like he wanted to retort, but instead bit the inside of his cheek. Finn brought his hands up to cup Leo’s neck. “And second, we know your curl routine baby, we’ve helped you do it a thousand times.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He was taking a spray bottle and Leo’s products out from under the sink. “Sit, soleil, on the toilet. We’ll do your hair.”

Leo dutifully let Finn settle him down on the toilet seat, a furrow between his brows. Finn reached out to smooth it with his thumb. “Relax, Le, baby. We got you.”

Together, Finn and Logan started the routine they’d observed hundreds of times. Finn lifted Leo’s curls into sections as Logan wet them with a spray bottle. The thick strands became slippery when they added leave-in conditioner and curl cream, running through Finn’s fingers like gold silk. 

“Ça va, soleil?” Logan asked, reaching for Leo’s styling brush.

“Ouais,” Leo replied softly. “Feels good.”

Finn smiled at Logan over Leo’s head. “Good.”

Finn helped to hold Leo’s hair in sections as Logan ran the brush gently through, curling it like Leo had taught him. Then, they began winding each individual curl around their fingers in little spirals. They talked with each other as they worked, and Leo, at first silent and tense, began to relax his shoulders and smile. The first laugh that broke through made Finn warm. By Logan’s soft look at Leo’s face, he felt the same way. 

When they were finished, Logan stood in front of Leo with two containers and a questioning, but fond, look. “Mousse, gel, or both soleil?”

Leo tilted his head back and forth. “Both, please, to hold up against the rain. But light on the gel, please, or else it’ll be really weighed down.”

“D’accord.” Logan kissed his forehead and moved behind his body again. He scooped some gel into his hands then held them out to Finn. “Some water, please, rouge?”

“You got it.” Finn sprayed Logan’s hands, then watched as he rubbed them together and gently scrunched the gel into Leo’s locks. After a minute, Finn picked up the other bottle. “Mousse now?”

“Ouais, then we’ll scrunch it a bit.”

Leo let out a happy sound as Finn’s hands worked through his hair. “You’re both so cute for knowing my hair routine.”

“Of course we do, sunshine,” Finn said, tongue stuck through his teeth as he focused. Logan’s hands joined him in gently scrunching. “Gotta make sure our prince is perfect looking at all times.” They finished, and he leaned around to press wet kisses on Leo’s cheek. “Right?”

He could feel Leo smiling under his lips. “If you say so.”

“I do say so.” He kissed Leo’s jaw once more before straightening. “Now, what do we have to do to help get you ready?”

“Gotta pack the cooler. And diffuse my hair, because I don’t wanna go out with it wet.”

“I’ll go pack the cooler,” Logan said. He kissed Finn’s cheek, then Leo’s mouth while wiping his hands on a towel. “You’ll diffuse, rouge?”

“On it, babe.” Finn knelt to open the cabinet below the sink and pulled out Leo’s hair dryer and diffuser attachment, as well as his hair oil. He took the microfiber towel Logan had placed on the top of the toilet in his hand and straightened. “Ready, baby?”

“Uh-huh. You remember how to do it? Hover, then-”

“Then gently cup and dry it in sections, a little closer to the scalp. Don’t worry, babe, I got you. You just sit and look pretty, you’re very good at that.”

Leo shook his head fondly, and Finn smiled as he turned on the hair dryer. He squeezed out the initial wetness gently with the towel, then began to hover on medium heat, just like Leo had taught him. Leo was humming quietly to himself like he sometimes did when he was distracted. Finn didn’t think he realized he was doing it; it only happened when Leo was especially happy, so Finn just bit his lip to keep from laughing and making Leo sheepish. It had been a few minutes, so he switched the dryer to a high speed and brought it closer to Leo’s scalp.

“Let me know if I burn you, sunshine, okay?”

“Okay,” Leo said happily, then went back to humming. Finn shook his head fondly and cupped a curl cluster in his hands.

He loved this part. It was almost magical, watching as Leo’s curls turned from soaking wet and heavy to soft and fluffy, the blonde even brighter now after having spent so much time in the sun over the summer. The crunchiness of the mousse faded slightly as the hair dried, leaving behind smooth, defined ringlets. Finn wasn’t kidding when he said Leo was a prince.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, apart from Leo’s soft humming, Logan appeared in the doorway in khakis and a button-down T-shirt. His quad muscles were visible through the fabric, and Finn almost laughed at how abruptly Leo’s humming stopped when he caught sight of them. Logan noticed, too, and smiled delightedly as he came to stand between Leo’s legs and cup his jaw. “Almost done?”

“Yup,” Finn said. “Just finishing the last section. Grab the oil for me, Lo, baby? We can scrunch out the crunch.”

Leo snorted. “I can’t believe you.”

“I like the saying! It’s fun.” He shut off the hair dryer with a satisfied nod. “Alrighty, butter, just another minute.”

He and Logan squeeze some oil on their hands and set about scrunching out Leo’s curls. Finn could feel the crust from the gel and mousse fade away under his fingers, replaced by the soft curls he loved to caress, to lean his cheek on, to tug playfully. He did just that, gripping one ringlet between his pointer finger and thumb and pulling it gently, making Leo laugh.

“Okay,” Leo said, standing up and turning to face them. He bent down to give them each a kiss. “Thank you. I was really stressed.”

Finn snorted. “Yeah, you were, baby. Feel better?”

Leo nodded, running a hand through Finn’s hair. “Loads, thank you, sweetheart.” He caught a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror and a huge smile broke over his face. “Oh. Would you look at that.”

Even though they were both looking directly at him, Logan and Finn turned to face the mirror, too. Leo was smiling at himself in the reflection, reaching a hand up to touch the curls that were towards the front of his head. Finn liked the way he was looking at himself, like he finally saw how good he looked. Logan and Finn had seen him deflated as he critically examined himself before- the acne on his chin and jaw, the fat he gained when he bulked the last summer, the way his brow furrowed after said bulk when he didn’t fit into his game-day suit anymore. Finn felt the sudden urge to make Leo feel how truly beautiful he was, how much they both absolutely adored every part of him.

“Gorgeous,” Finn whispered, wrapping his arms around Leo’s waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. The three of them in the mirror, standing close together, made his heart stutter. He caught Leo’s eye. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

Leo’s smile turned sheepish. “Who?”

“Both of you.” He leaned across Leo’s body to smack at Logan’s thighs gently. “Seriosuly, who gave quads a right to look this good?”

Leo and Logan burst out laughing, Logan kissing the top of his head before pulling away to look up at Leo. “He’s right. You’re out of a fairytale.”

Leo grinned down at him. “Thanks, honey.” He kissed Logan briefly, then looked at himself in the mirror once more. “Okay. Wow, my hair looks really good, thank you.” He patted each of their hips before walking away. “Time to get dressed. Gotta get the car loaded.”

“Hey, wait,” Finn said, grabbing Leo’s hand and pulling him back to their bodies in one quick movement. Leo stumbled, but his smile was pleased. Finn placed firm kiss on his mouth. “We love you. We love you and your crazy, beautiful curls, okay? Even when they’re messy.” 

“I know.” Leo’s eyes were twinkly and bright. “I love you, too.” He pressed his lips to Finn’s, then to Logan’s, hard and happy. The soft moment settled over them before Leo clapped his hands. “Okay. Okay, you both look stunning, my curls are fantastic, and I’ve got a dinner to cook. Let’s go.”

Logan and Finn hung back for a moment. Finn felt Logan come up behind him and place his hands on his waist. “We did good, rouge.”

“So good.” He leaned back to kissed Logan’s cheek. “C’mon. We got a Disney prince waiting for us.” He licked his lips. “How mad do you think he’ll be if I mess those lovely curls of his up later?”

Logan laughed. “I don’t think he’ll be too mad.” He tapped Finn’s hip. “Allez, let’s go. Soleil’s waiting.”

Finn just smiled, smitten, and tugged Logan out of the bathroom.

Have another gift that I concocted before the holidays! We love some fluffy family skate!

All credits to @lumosinlove <3

“Allez, Fish!”

Finn looked up at Logan’s yell of his name and the slap of his stick on the ice. Without even thinking, he sent the puck up towards him, feeding Logan slightly ahead of where he was standing to allow him to skate through the pass. Logan spun around Noelle and flicked the puck in a wrist shot, sending it sailing over Leo’s shoulder and into the net.

“Yeah!” Finn shouted. He skated up and crashed Logan into the boards, heart so happy it was going to fly out of his chest. Magic, that’s what it was. They were magic together, and Finn felt so elated to be back with Logan on the ice he was vibrating. He ducked down to talk in Logan’s ear. “Fuck, baby, your spin move is gorgeous.”

Logan was laughing against him. “Merci, rouge. Beautiful pass.”

Finn leaned back to grab Logan’s head and tap their helmets together. “We were meant to find each other, baby. Gorgeous baby.” He kissed Logan’s helmet. “C’mon, back to center ice.”

They skated by Leo, who was shaking his head fondly at them, his goalie mask pushed up over his head to take a drink of water. “Good one, boys.”

Finn smacked him in the butt with his stick. “Can’t beat magic, Knut.” He spun around to find Leo’s eyes following. “Love you.”

Leo rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “Love you.”

“Allez!” called Sirius from the face off circle. “Let’s go, we gotta win.”

Remus snorted at him from across the dot. “Family skate is for having fun, Captain.”

“Ouais, but it’s not fun if we don’t win,” Sirius replied matter-of-factly. He braced his stick across his knees and looked at his husband challengingly. “And right now you’re still winning. Logan’s goal only brought us one closer, and we need more to win.”

Remus sighed heavily and looked at Finn. “You have fun with him.”

Finn grinned. “Count on it.” He braced himself against Cole. “Let’s go, double-x.”

Cole groaned. “I’m not even close to twenty any more.”

But Finn didn’t have time to respond as Remus won the face off and Cole dashed up the ice for his pass. Finn grunted and skated hard after him.

***

“You still got it, huh, Harz?”

Finn looked up at Thomas with a grin, sat in Logan’s stall and stripping off to take a shower. Their team had won, 3-2, Finn with an assist on each goal, two to Logan, one to Sirius. He’d felt a bit bad scoring on Leo, but they had been pretty goals. Sirius had a beautiful one-timer from the dot and Finn had found Logan on a breakaway, sending the puck up into empty space and leaving Leo without any defense to help him. Logan had faked, spun the puck backwards between his legs, and sent it right underneath Leo’s thighs. Leo had just laughed and accepted Logan’s apologetic kiss to his cheek, like the good sport he was, but Finn could tell that even he was impressed with how the puck got past him. Logan was fiery always, but especially when playing hockey. It was difficult being on the opposing team. Finn, for his part, had just enjoyed being there with him, playing with him. They had hardly needed to even look at one another yet found each other every time. 

Magic, Finn thought again with a smile. Pure magic.

Thomas laughed at him. “You feeling okay there, all-star?”

Finn just turned to look at him. “I’m toasty, Talky.”

Thomas raised his eyebrows. “That does not sound like appropriate locker room talk for family skate.”

Finn just closed his eyes and thumped his head on the back of his stall. “I can’t help the toastiness, Walky Talky.”

“Quoi?” Logan’s voice sounded. Finn opened his eyes to find Logan in front of him. Thomas was now occupied with Noelle, tracing her engagement and wedding bands with his thumb as he laughed at something she was saying. Finn smiled at them, then up at Logan, who was looking at him with those devastating green eyes. “What can’t you help?”

Finn reached out and grabbed at Logan’s hips, pulling him in between his spread thighs. “I can’t help the toastiness.” He leaned forward and pressed kisses on Logan’s bare abs just above his waistband. “You make me all toasty, baby.”

Logan flushed and pulled at Finn’s hair to force him to look up. His eyes were dark and his jaw clenched. “You can’t say things like that here.”

Finn just ignored him. He held Logan’s gaze and continued pressing kisses to his skin. Logan was breathing hard and looked around the almost empty room. Most had gone to the showers or were not paying attention. “Finn,” he whispered. “Stop that.”

“No,” Finn said. “I want you now.”

“Later,” Logan promised. He leaned down to kiss Finn lightly. “Time to shower, rouge. Then food.”

Finn thunked his head against Logan’s toned stomach with a groan. “No, now.”

Logan laughed. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m toasty.”

“You’re something,” Leo said. He came and sat in his own stall beside them, back from his cool down run in shorts and compression leggings. He smiled and kissed the side of Finn’s head. “What’s going on?”

Logan ran a hand through Finn’s hair. “Rouge is toasty.”

Confusion washed over Leo’s face before he broke out into a laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

Finn pouted. “No I am not, you guys. I am in love with two sexy hockey players. Can you really blame me?”

“Non,” Leo said. He kissed Finn’s forehead. “But we’re at family skate. It has to be family appropriate.”

“I guarantee you that Cap and Loops have-”

But Logan covered his mouth before he could finish. “Rouge, non. Non, I don’t want to know what Cap and Loops do.”

Finn just kissed his palm and lightly bit his pointer finger before pulling away. “I love you.”

Logan smiled at him and moved his hand to card through Finn’s hair. “Je t’aime.” He massaged Finn’s scalp. “You know, you still got it. On the ice.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“It’s almost annoying,” Leo scoffed. He leaned his head on Finn’s shoulder. “You’re just too talented.”

“You know, giving me compliments is not really helping the situation.”

Logan just leaned down to kiss him deeply. “Let’s go shower.”

Finn perked up with a toothy grin. “Yes, please.”

“No, honey,” Leo laughed. “Seriously, if you don’t calm down, we’re going to have to wait until everyone’s done so we can shower without you causing a public disturbance.”

“That is kind of my point.”

“Mon Dieu,” Logan sighed. “What is up with you?”

“I’m toasty, baby, I told you.” He took Logan’s hand and kissed over his rings. “You both make me a toasty ghosty.”

Leo snorted. “Let’s go, you pale boy.” He stood and kissed Logan on the forehead. “Shower time.”

Finn looked around the locker room, now empty of anyone accept them, and then at his boys and their retreating forms. He bit his lips and smiled. He followed them, approaching from behind and landing a loving smack to each of their behinds. They both jumped, turning to him with blushing faces; even years later, and they looked at him the same way that they had when they’d been in this locker room playing together, all new feelings and navigating themselves for the first time. He smiled at them and pressed a hard kiss to each of their mouths. 

“Yeah,” Finn whispered. He wrapped an arm around each of their toned waists and ducked their heads closer to his with a content sigh. “Yeah, I still got it.”