It was a bad idea. Probably one of their worst ones to date. And to be completely honest, they’ve had a lot of bad ideas. This one though. This took the cake.
“Lo, babe. You’ve gotta get up.” Finn murmured, running his hand over the blanket where Logan was hiding. The only answer he received was a groan from the lump in the bed. “We’ve got practice in less than an hour and you know if you don’t eat something, you’re gonna be miserable on the ice.”
A hand came from under the blankets, pushing Finn’s face away, “Fuck you and fuck off.” Logan muttered, his voice raspy,
Finn laughed, yanking the blankets off of the shorter man, “If I recall correctly, I was doing the fucking. Or one of the people doing the fucking.” Logan hid his face in the pillow, letting out a groan.
“Why are you like this?” He muttered, sitting up slowly before he flopped right back over. “Oh mon Dieu. We’ve made a mistake… We have made a grave mistake.”
Another voice came from the doorway as Logan tried to move back under the covers, “What’s going on?” Leo asked, leaning on the doorframe. He was already dressed, of course, sipping from his cup as he watched the two of his boyfriends.
Logan sat up carefully, his face scrunched up in a wince, “We are never fucking before practice again. Ever.”
A smirk passed over Leo’s face, but he hid it quickly behind his cup, “It was your idea, mon chou. I told you we had early practice.” And he had, but that wasn’t helping Logan right now. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. His boyfriends’ had teased him for almost an hour, how did they expect him to make any good decisions?
Logan carefully pushed himself out of bed, wobbling a bit as the soreness from his ass and hips fully settled in, “Well, this is going to suck.”
After showering and eating breakfast, the three were heading to the rink. Logan had sprawled across the backseat, still complaining.
“You both have always been a pain in my ass, but now it’s very fucking literal.”
Finn couldn’t help the laugh that erupted out of him, “Oh my god, you’re an idiot.” He said, glancing back at him through the rearview mirror as they pulled into the rink parking lot. The three boys grabbed their bags before heading inside, though Logan was a couple of steps behind as they made their way into the locker room.
“Morning, boys,” Sirius said with a grin, pulling his practice jersey over his head. Leo and Finn shouted their greetings, as Logan carefully made his way to his stall. He should’ve known as soon as he showed the slightest sign of a limp, Loops was going to be on him. Fucking PT senses.
Remus’ eyebrows furrowed, watching Logan move around the locker room from where he was stretching on the floor, “Tremz, you good? You didn’t hurt yourself at practice yesterday, did you?”
The tips of Logan’s ears turned bright red as he turned to face his stall, hiding the mortified look on his face, “N-non, Loops. Je vais bien. Just slept wrong, feeling a bit stiff.” He muttered, waiting for the floor to swallow him up because oh my god.
“I’m sure Hestia would be willing to help you stretch out if it’s that bad,” Remus continued, oblivious to the fact that Leo and Finn were trying to hide their wheezing laughter. Those assholes. This was their fault.
Logan cut him off before he could continue, “No! I mean.. I’m good, Loops. Promise.”
Just as Remus was about to say something else, Cap rested a hand on his shoulder, “Mon loup, he doesn’t need a PT.” He said, a smirk spreading on his face as his eyes flickered between Logan and his two boyfriends, who were practically in tears at this point. Bastards.
Remus, bless him, looked up at his boyfriend, confused before it clicked. He fell back on the floor, letting out a loud laugh, “Oh my god, Tremz, you’re a fucking idiot.”
Tying off his skates, Talker stood up with a grin, “Right before practice and everything? C’mon, Tremzy.” The room was filled with chirping and laughter as Logan couldn’t hold back his own laughter, hiding his face in his hands.
“It seemed like a good idea at the time!” Logan laughed, his cheeks still flushed as he leaned back in his stall.
Jackson smirked, his arms crossed on his chest, “Yeah, it always does until you’re trying to stand the next morning and it feels like you’ve been run over by a truck.”
“Exactly! Like multiple trucks.” Logan said as he started getting his skates on.
Leo glanced over at Finn, feigning surprise, “I didn’t realize you were a truck?”
Of course, he said this just as Finn was taking a drink of his water which ended up, splattering on the floor as he burst out laughing, “Ah, fuck. I thought I was more of a jeep, but I guess.”
Logan rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help the fond smile that appeared on his face. They were idiots. But they were his idiots.