I LOVE HOW YOU TALK ABOUT HOW LEO BLUSHES SO MUCH IN YOUR FICS ITS THE CUTEST THING EVER HES SO FLUSTERED ALL THE TIME
I'm trying to answer these in the order I received them, so don't worry if you don't see yours yet! They are a-comin'! ;)
Enjoy our flustered little sunshine baby! He's so adorable, it's INSANE!!!! All credits to @lumosinlove
“How’s my nutter-butter-peanut-lovernut-nutty-butty-sunshine-baby?”
Leo looked up from where he was stretching out on the mat, his mouth parted and his eyes wide. “Finn.”
“What?” Finn asked, confused. “What, did I say something?”
“I- you just- you can’t-”
“Hey Harz!” called James. “You got any more names to add to that list?”
“Yeah,” Thomas continued. “What about Reese’s peanut butter cup? Macadamia nut cookie? Planter’s peanuts?”
Finn rolled his eyes and turned to look at them. “Oh, ha-ha. You’re just jealous because Lily and Noelle aren’t allowed to practice with you.” He turned to gaze at Leo and bit his lip. “That is a right specifically reserved for me.”
“Fish,” Leo said. His face was bright red and his cheeks hot, but he was smiling. He looked so pretty like that, blonde hair splayed out on the floor beneath him and his arms stretched out over his head.
“Nuh-uh, you won’t get me to stop calling you that.” He knelt down beside Leo and squished his cheeks. “You’re my baby-baby-baby.” He kissed him soundly and whispered the phrase once more against his mouth. “My baby-baby-baby.”
When he pulled away, Leo was still blushing, but he didn’t look any less in love.
***
“Logan,” Leo gasped. “Logan, we’re in public-”
“Ouais, I don’t care,” Logan replied from his perch on Leo’s lap. He continued to suck at Leo’s neck and whispered in French against Leo’s ear. “I haven’t seen you in weeks; we should not be at a bar right now.”
“Je sais,” Leo said breathlessly. He ran his hands up and down Logan’s back to try and calm himself, although feeling his muscles underneath his shirt really did not help the situation. He looked around the dim bar at all the other people. “Je sais, but- but your teammates.”
“I don’t care what they think,” Logan said lowly. “They all know, so I don’t care.” He pulled back and his gaze was fiery. “I want you.”
Leo took a deep breath in and closed his eyes. “Lo, Lo we have to go.”
Logan grinned and leaned in to brush their noses. “Your face is so red, mon coeur.”
“Yeah, well, you keep talking like that.”
“I think you like it,” Logan replied. He kissed Leo’s cheek. “You look so gorgeous when you blush. You look so gorgeous all the time.”
That made Leo’s face even redder around his grin. “Stop that.”
“Non,” Logan said. “Non, never.” He tugged at Leo’s hair. “Let’s go find Fish, then we can-”
“Hello, lovers,” Finn’s voice sounded, as if on cue. He put a hand on Logan's back, tilting his head and smiled knowingly. “Lo, what did you say to him? Le, you’re all flushed.”
“I- he-”
“Take me home,” Logan interrupted. He settled himself further in Leo’s lap and pressed kisses all over his cheeks. “Now, right now, let’s go home, and I’ll make you blush even more.”
Finn let out a delighted laugh and cupped Leo’s cheek. “Oh, I can definitely get behind that.” He kissed Leo’s forehead. “Let’s go, gorgeous. Tomorrow I’ll take you both out to breakfast, show you the city.”
“Non,” Logan answered, grinning cheekily. “I’ll show you, the city. But first I want to show you my sheets.”
“Jesus,” Leo said. If possible, he was blushing even harder. “Oh God, let’s just get out of here. This is embarrassing, I’m so red.”
Logan laughed and kissed his rosy cheeks. “With pleasure, mon soleil.”
***
“Fucking- jeez, your forearms, Le.”
“Hm?” Leo looked up from where he was kneading pizza dough at the counter. “What?”
Finn didn’t looked away from his hands. “Just, your forearms. And your hands, ugh.” He put his hand on his forehead as if checking for a fever. “I’m just- you’re gonna kill me. Too sexy.” He spread his hands out as if reporting a news title. “Here lies Finn O’Hara- absolutely obliterated by his boyfriend’s hot bread-kneading forearm veins.”
Leo laughed and dusted some more flour on his hands. “You’re ridiculous.”
“No I’m not. Lo!”
“Quoi?”
“Get in here, on the double! I need your professional opinion on something.”
Logan came sliding in from their bedroom, finishing slipping his hands through Leo’s sweatshirt sleeves and pulling up the hood. His hair fluffed out from underneath. “Quoi? What’s happening?”
Finn turned towards him seriously. “I need you to watch.”
Logan furrowed his brow. “Huh? Watch what?”
Finn grasped onto his shoulders and turned him to look at Leo, who was shaking his head and blushing around a grin. “Just watch his hands. Watch them.”
“I told you, you’re ridiculous-”
“Just wait, nutter butter, you’ll see. Lo will agree with me.”
Logan dutifully watched for a few moments. His gazed was transfixed on Leo’s hands, stretching and pulling the dough, his forearms working it into the counter, his veins pulsing on every push-
“Ouais,” Logan whispered. He looked up to Leo, a light dusting of red dotting his cheeks. “Ouais, I see now.”
“Right?” Finn concurred, breathless. Leo wondered if he could tell how red his neck and ears were. “I mean- just, right?”
Leo bit his lip and looked at them through his lashes. “You like this?”
Logan nodded as if in a trance. “Ouais. Yes, yeah, I really like it.”
“Well,” Leo said. He wiped his hands on a towel and came around the counter. Both of his boys were flushed and watching him, eyes a little wide. He ducked down to kiss at Finn’s neck, then Logan’s lips when they came searching for him. He pulled away and dropped a devastating wink. “How about you make yourselves useful and chop the toppings for dinner?”
Finn spluttered. “Are you serious right now?”
“Yup,” Leo deadpanned. “Chop, chop, O’Hara. You’re on sausage and chicken duty. Tremblay, peppers and onions, please.” He looked up and smirked. “I, however, am going to finish up this pizza dough.”
His boys, their faces as red as the tomato sauce waiting to top their pizzas, just groaned and went to take out some knives.