Dreaming of snowy winters right now! Have some snuggly boys.
All credits to @lumosinlove !
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