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The first time it happens, they’re in Julian’s room for their traditional last-weekend-of-the-month movie night, just the three of them, Derek, Julian and Logan. The bed is littered with all kinds of snacks and Derek’s complaining about how he can “barely move without lying on one of Logan’s special boy treats”. Logan is ignoring him as best he can, sticking to his allergy-friendly, nut-and-food-dye-free snacks and trying to focus on what’s happening on-screen. Julian is concentrating on keeping his breathing nice and even and ignoring the tingles shooting through his body from every single point Logan’s body is touching his. It’s difficult, because they’re three boys on one bed, so they’re squeezed together, and Julian can feel it in his very bones every time Logan breathes. He can feel the way the silky white, almost invisible hairs on Logan’s right arm brush against the darker hairs on his left. He can’t move away, because he’s sandwiched between his two friends and he has never been less comfortable with that since the Brightman twins cornered him and turned him into, in their words, “the meat-patty in a fart-sandwich”. On that occasion, he had decided that he really didn’t want to know what the Windsors were fed to make them so gassy. Now, though, gas is the last thing on his mind, because Logan is shifting again and he has to take steadying breaths again. It’s actually working, but then Derek, the idiot, suddenly sits up and the mattress bounces and Julian can’t react before his head collides with Logan’s. It doesn’t hurt or anything, but the three seconds, when Logan is breathing right into his ear, are enough to send him scrambling over Derek to get off the bed as fast as possible. He mumbles something about needing the bathroom and leaves them to stare after him.
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