[ 2015!lew would be so so disgusted with this,,, oops // song is by troye sivan

warnings: language, and it WAS gonna be an attempt at smut but i gave up trying at the break in it lmao

and i hate myself for using these two but it's a lewis and logan themed thing

ngl this sucks so bad

stay safe and maybe don't read this?
lew. ]

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Lewis honestly just thought this was a way to blow off steam. Touring was stressful, and you've got to deal with that somehow.

And Lewis helped his best friend cope with the stress by sleeping together. Even though said best friend was in a decently stable relationship.

Just like a lot of things in this world, the affair started out with a drunken hookup, something that should've been a one time thing, that quickly morphed into something else entirely.

Like, how many hookups start calling each other 'babe'?

This particular evening, Lewis was enjoying his alone time; After the show, but before the partying died down, he'd go back to the hotel, work on lyrics, relax, and just generally have some time along with his thoughts.

His alone time came to an abrupt end when Logan came back at least an hour or two before he normally did. Since Lewis had his headphones in, and wasn't paying attention, a surprised little noise rose up in his throat as Logan's arms wrapped around his waist.

As soon as Lewis pulled his earbuds out and turned off his music, Logan picked him up and (gently) tossed him on the bed. "If the guys ask, you're sick and you asked me to come back to our room and take care of you."

"Oh, wow, hope I'm okay," he replied dryly, carefully sitting up enough to pull off his hoodie.

"It's probably the fact that you never eat anything healthy," Logan murmured, only half joking.

"Tomorrow, I'll eat actual fruit instead of Froot Loops for breakfast," Lewis promised, rolling his eyes before pulling Logan down, pretty much laying on top of him, for a kiss. Just like that, all thoughts of continuing the conversation were pushed away.

This was one of the parts that Lewis missed the most about being in a relationship. Just kissing and being in close proximity with your person. It reminded him vaguely of the not-so-bad parts of living in his hometown.

Soon enough, his hands were underneath Logan's shirt, palms pressed flat against his toned chest. The other boy got the hint soon enough, tugging his shirt off before helping Lewis with his.

Despite being talkative as hell most of the time, Lewis didn't seem to have much to say tonight.

He seemed to find his voice, though, when Logan's lips ghosted across his neck and collarbones. "Hey. Don't- don't leave marks on my neck. I'm almost outta concealer."

Logan sighed, propping himself up on his elbows. "You could ask someone on the crew to pick up some more for you."

"Yeah, but I don't wanna bother anyone. I'll just pick up some tomorrow morning before breakfast. So... give me another kiss?"

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"Wow, Lew, you look like shit. You're not contagious, are you?"

"Wha-? No. If I was contagious, Logan would definitely be out of commission right now. And thanks, asshole."

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