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After the first month of…he really didn’t know under what label he and Logan fell under. Calling it dating felt weird, the only times they went out were on missions together. Whenever they even tried to sneak out for lunch someone always managed to tag along. He also felt too old to be calling anyone his boyfriend. They were just…them. And their relationship pretty much stayed behind closed doors, most of the time in Keegan’s room.
Whatever the case, after being together for a month, Keegan had quickly resigned to the fact that Logan loved to steal his clothes. He wore his t-shirts in bed, his sweaters when he claimed he was cold. Even his sweatpants started mysteriously disappearing.
He pretended to mind, calling Logan out every time he saw him wearing something of his. Maybe he would have even stolen Logan’s clothes in return but the younger man was a good three sizes smaller than him, he would burst out of them. There was also the fact that he actually liked seeing Logan in his clothes. It made him feel…a certain way, a way that he’d never felt towards anyone else and he was a little apprehensive to act on that feeling.
Possessiveness was what some people might call it.
But Logan wasn’t his. They might have been together, they enjoyed each other’s company and the sex was great but he was under no illusions. It could be that they were both just blowing off some steam or maybe needing someone to offer even the slightest bit of comfort in their chaotic lives.
Still, something inside him preened every time Logan strutted around his room like he owned it, wearing one of his shirts that looked baggy and adorable on him. Most of the time Keegan couldn’t keep his hands off him and ended up just kissing the breath out of him, he looked even cuter with kiss swollen lips and ruffled up hair.
But what really did his head in was when one morning he found Logan in the kitchen, wearing nothing but boxers and one of his hoodies. An old hoodie that had “RUSS” printed on the back of it with big letters. Logan hadn’t even noticed him frozen in the doorway, too concentrated with setting up the coffee machine.
And of course, while he stood there dumbfounded, Kick walked in, waving him a good morning but he too stopped by the doorway at the sight.
“Well well well.” He started, speaking quietly enough for only Keegan to hear. “I’ve had my suspicions but this is just undeniable proof. How long have you two sweethearts been-”
“Who else knows?” Keegan snapped at him with a murderous glare. He couldn’t fathom what had made Logan decide it was a good idea to walk around in that particular piece of clothing. He wanted to both bounce him and yell at him.
“Hey, I have no idea man. I’ve just noticed you two throwin’ those puppy eye looks at each other.” Kick threw him a wicked smirk. “But I suggest you let your boyfriend know he’s kinda outing you two in that get up.” With that, he backed out and walked away, leaving a stunned Keegan still blocking the entryway.
A million thoughts and questions were running through his mind and he didn’t even know where to start processing them. But he did know he needed to get Logan away from any more prying eyes. So he finally walked into the room and over to where the younger man was still fiddling with the coffee machine and he wasn’t even a little bit apologetic when he managed to scare the man by placing his hand on Logan’s shoulder.
“Ack! What- Keeg?”
“Why the hell are you wearing that here?” Keegan leaned over the smaller man’s back, effectively hiding the name on the back of the hoodie.
“What…wearing what, the hoodie? What’s wrong with it?” Logan craned his neck and asked so innocently that Keegan frowned.
“It has my name on it.” Surely Logan knew that.
But apparently, he didn’t as he just blinked a couple of times, first confused, then shocked and a bright blush spread over his cheeks in an instant.
“W-what?”
“It says Russ on the back. How could you not know?” Keegan backed away enough to spin the younger man around so he was now caged between Keegan and the counter.
“I…I-I didn’t. I just needed to wear something quick to get us coffee…I thought it was just a g-grey hoodie.” Logan stammered and Keegan let his forehead bump against his with a groan. Dangerous move, he knew but he needed something to ground himself.
“How ‘bout I bring the coffee and you just…try to sneak back in my room?” He suggested, then let out a sigh when Logan just nodded and started to slip past him. However, he stopped him for one last thing. “Kick knows, by the way.”
Logan just stared at him for a second and then buried his face in his hands, letting out a strained groan. “Fuck…shit I’m so sorry I honest-”
“He suspected before. I dunno how we…I need coffee before we even start untangling this mess…so go, I’ll follow in a sec.”
Logan knawed on his lip but nodded, looking all kinds of embarrassed and frustrated and confused as he walked away. Keegan leaned heavily against the counter, pinching the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t sure of a lot of things, but he already knew Logan would be the death of him. Or at least the death of his peace of mind.