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Wings came in many shapes, colors, and sizes. Some were too small to carry the person, and some were so big they could span further than the entire room. Patton’s were a nice medium, being able to carry him (and Logan) without needing to be outside to stretch them out. They were light blue and white, a very pretty combination.
Logan sometimes got- and he’d kill you if you brought this up- jealous of Patton. He knew he’d never experience what it was like, he’d never be able to do research on certain things without asking for help. He wouldn’t even grow wings, it was a hereditary thing.
Some in his family had wings, sure, but the fact that couples with a person with wings and a person without, there was only a percent chance that their kid would have wings (this typically favored the mother’s genes) hindered his chances. Both his parents were wingless but carried the gene, but it was unlikely he would grow wings.
Especially not this late, he was 23 years old.
So, when him and Patton moved in together- Logan sat Patton down, asking a plethora of questions. Patton giggled, he loved Logan’s curiosity, and he answered the questions the best he could.
He could see how badly Logan wanted to know what it was like. Especially when it came to flying. Yeah, they had airplanes, but that wasn’t the same as flying in the air using your own wings.
He’d been planning to take Logan flying for a couple weeks now, he just needed a good and clear night. He wanted to get Logan as close to the stars as he wanted.
Patton giggled, checking the weather outside. It was finally a clear night, and the moon was full, that’s a nice bonus.
He walked back in, going to his and Logan’s shared room.
“Lo-lo?”
Logan was reading a book, sitting on their bed. A nonfiction about frogs, Patton noticed.
“Yes, Patton?”
“C’mere, I wanna take you stargazing.”
“I’m in the middle of this book, is it alright if we postpone until tomorrow?” He looked over at Patton, holding his page open with his thumb.
Patton shook his head, bouncing on his toes. “Noooo, it has to be tonight!”
Logan sighed, taking his bookmark and putting it in his book.
“Alright, however I don’t understand why it must be tonight. We do this often.”
Patton giggled as Logan stood up, he loved looking at his dark, freckled, skin.
“This time is more special! Promise you.”
Logan shook his head, a soft smile present on his lips. He walked over to Patton.
“There isn’t a comet passing by tonight, nor is there a meteor shower.”
“I meant special for us , silly goose,” Patton said, tapping the tip of Logan’s nose gently.
Logan chuckled softly, the sound making Patton’s heart melt. Patton scooped Logan up in his arms, giggling.
“I’m perfectly capable of walking, Honey.”
“I know, but I wanna carry you- that’s not a crime, is it?”
“I don’t believe so, no.”
“Okay, so lemme carry you.”
Logan sighed, wrapping his arms around Patton’s neck.
“May I touch your wings?"
Patton blinked, processing the question.
“Of course! You know to be careful, I trust ya, you big dork.”
Logan smiled a bit, brushing his fingers gently against one of Patton’s wings. They were soft, in his opinion. Patton shivered, smiling.
The couple got outside, the sky breathtakingly beautiful.
“You can put me down now, Patton.”
“But I wanna fly with you-“
Logan stopped petting Patton’s wing, his lips curling into a frown. “That is impossible, you know I don’t have wings.”
“Lo- I didn’t mean fly with you like that. I meant I wanna carry you while I fly! You always talk about wanting to fly, so I thought you might like-“
Logan held onto him a bit tighter, his frown quickly turning into a smile. He tried to hold back, but Patton just said he’d help Logan get the closest to flying he probably would ever be.
“Yes.”
“You wanna?”
“Yes, I do. That would be very enjoyable.”
Patton giggled and kissed his forehead. “Okay! Hold on tight though, and tell me if you need to be back on the ground.”
After getting a nod from Logan, he lifted the two into the air.
That night, he got to see what was probably the biggest grin Logan had ever had.