We can only dream of man-bun Leo Knut. All credits to @lumosinlove !!
Dressed up in his suit, Leo thought that he looked slightly unrecognizable. It was a dark navy with a light blue pocket square that Finn had insisted matched his eyes. Leo had told him that pocket squares were outdated, but Finn had just scoffed and folded it up for him anyway. He’d also attempted to style his curls, which were much longer than they were months ago, but had resorted to pulling half of them into a bun at the top of his head. Really, he felt he didn’t look like himself, but Finn’s parents’ 30-year wedding anniversary party’s dress code was ‘formal’, and he was nothing if not a respectful future son-in-law.
“Le?” Finn’s voice called from the living room. “You almost ready, baby? We gotta go and pick up the cake.”
Leo took one more look at himself in the bathroom mirror and breathed deeply, fiddling with his gold chain necklace nervously. “Yeah, Harz, coming.”
When he entered the living room of Logan’s New York apartment, Logan and Finn were busy packing a couple bags of what looked like decorations. Finn and Alex had gone all out for their parents, buying cheesy table centerpieces to place alongside the flowers, and streamers to hang around the event room they’d rented out at their family’s favorite restaurant in the city.
Each of his boys were also in their suits, Logan in dark green with his brown waves pushed back by his sunglasses and Finn in gray, a white shirt with stiched flower patterns visible underneath his open jacket. They looked gorgeous always, Leo thought, but today, with the summer sun shining through the curtains onto their skin and hair, dressed to the nines, they looked especially beautiful.
Finn was still fussing with something when he spoke. “Hey, butter, you good to go? We should start bringing these things down to- oh fuck me.”
Leo looked up from where he had been messing with the cuffs on his light pink undershirt to find both of his boys staring at him. Logan’s eyes flitted all over his body, and Finn’s seemed to be stuck somewhere on his face.
Suddenly, Finn shook his head, blinking hard. “Jesus, Leo,” he said, eyes widening. He unabashedly moved to peek at Leo’s rear end and thighs. “Jesus, you’re going to kill me.”
Leo looked down at himself, then back at him. “Huh?”
This time, it was Logan who spoke. “Tres beau.” He looked a little restless, breathing a bit heavy like he did when he couldn’t find a way to direct his desire. Walking up to Leo, he ran a hand up the back of his head, gripping his hair. When he spoke again, it was a bit softer, his eyes dark as he drew Leo in. “Tres beau.” He kissed Leo deeply, opening his mouth up with a soft moan as Leo gripped his hips.
Finn groaned from where he was watching them. “Oh God, now you’re both going to kill me. Fucking gorgeous, what the hell.”
Leo felt Logan smile against mouth. “Non, rouge, come join us.”
“Lo, there is literally nothing I’d like more, but we’ve gotta go-”
“Viens ici.”
They both looked at Finn, whose fists were clenching and releasing, his jaw tight and throat bobbing as he considered Logan’s offer. He looked over their bodies, then sighed in defeat. “Fine.” He walked up to Logan, staring him down. “But you can be the one to tell Alex why we are late.”
Logan just kissed him hard, stepping briefly out of Leo’s hold to bring Finn’s mouth down to his with his arms around his neck. He didn’t stand on his toes, Leo noticed, flat footed and forcing Finn to come to him. Leo smiled; Logan could be demanding at the best of times, but sometimes he was so forceful it made Finn and Leo powerless to his will.
It seemed as though this was the case with Finn, who let out a loud moan, craning his neck downwards. Leo could see his tongue dart into Logan’s mouth quickly, his glasses squishing to his face as Logan got his fill. Eventually, with a harsh breaking sound, they pulled away. Logan’s face was smug, but Finn looked visibly flushed. “Oh, man, ten. I’m not gonna make it out of here.”
Logan just patted his chest. “Leo.”
At that, Finn lifted his head up, smiling again as he shifted in Logan’s arms to face slightly away. “Oh, that’s right.” He grabbed for Leo’s hand, pulling him right up against them. “Can’t forget about you sunshine.”
Leo hummed, smiling at them both. “You both look so handsome.”
“Well, if we are handsome, then you’re some sort of- god or something,” Finn said. “I mean, a bun has no right to look that good on anyone, yet there you stand.”
“Ouais,” Logan agreed, reaching up to grip Leo’s hair again. “It’s so sexy, mon coeur.”
Leo was rolling his eyes slightly, but Finn gripped his jaw. “Uh uh, no you don’t. You get to accept our compliments like a nice boyfriend.”
“Just kiss me, please.”
Finn didn’t hesitate, kissing with the same firmness that he and Logan had kissed. Finn really could kiss filithily, could kiss them like they were suspended in time. Leo somehow felt like he was holding himself so firmly, yet also relaxed into Finn’s arm around his waist, Logan’s hand at the base of his skull. He felt another pair of lips on the base of his throat, felt the stiffness of Logan’s body that meant he was standing on his toes to reach. His blood was overheated, and he knew if they didn’t stop right now, they wouldn’t actually make it to the party.
“We have to-” he started, but was interrupted by Finn’s lips on his again. “We have to go.”
“One more, baby,” Finn said, drawing him in.
Leo whined, mouth going slack against Finn’s. Logan made his way up his jaw, then pulled his head away from Finn’s to get his own kiss. Leo furrowed his brow and made a low noise before reluctantly pulling away. “Gotta go.”
“Ouais,” Logan said, placing one more soft peck on Leo’s lips. “Ouais, let’s go.”
They separated slightly, Logan and Leo bending down to pick up a couple of bags each. When they stood up, they found Finn unabashedly gazing at the backs of their bodies, obviously having stared at them bent over. He abruptly snapped out of his reverie and put his hands over his face, hanging his neck.
“Oh, God, I need a cold shower,” he groaned, peeking out at them. “A really, really cold shower. Ice bath temperature. You’ve both been sent here to tempt me, I swear.”
Logan laughed Leo’s favorite laugh, taking a step forward with his fingers reaching out. Finn put a hand up to stop him.
“Don’t,” he said, voice firm. “If you want us to leave within the next two hours, you will stand right there and not come closer.” He shuddered a breath. “I might actually not make it.”
Leo grinned slyly and looked over at him. “Two hours? That’s all you’d give us?” He nodded his head to Lo. “What do you think, sweetheart?”
Logan bit his lip smugly, catching on. “I think,” he said, making his way back to Leo and wrapping his arms around Leo’s waist. “That two hours is definitely not enough time, soleil, and that we’d be very late to the party.”
“Oh my god.” Finn really sounded distressed now. “Oh my God, this is torture. This is actual torture.” He paused, turning to face them. “Stop looking at me like that!”
They both just laughed as Finn put his face back in his hands. Leo stepped forward and kissed his forehead. “C’mon, sweetheart. We can take a rain check until this evening.”
“That is not as helpful as you think it is. Now that’s all I’m going to be thinking about.”
“Ouais, good,” Logan said, opening the door. “Allez, mes amours, the party awaits us.”