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.