Whoo, so sorry guys, this should have been posted a week and a half ago. I just, like, completely forgot about this, lol. Anyways, here's chapter 2

TW: Absolutely none

"But can't it wait a couple of hours?"

"It would benefit us more if I can go to the hardware store and finish fixing the toilet sooner rather than later."

Patton pouted at Logan's response before looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes that he knew Logan couldn't resist. That morning, Logan insisted that he needed to go to the store to get a specific thing for some problem that Patton didn't understand, but Patton didn't like that one bit.

The two spent the next twenty minutes in a heated debate; Logan stating that he should go, and Patton trying to get him to stay so they could make cookies together.

After a moment of silence, Logan let out a sigh. "I suppose it will not take all morning to make cookies."

Patton instantly smiled and bounced in a happy circle, hugging Logan tightly afterwards. "Yay!!!" he squealed quietly before dragging Logan to the small kitchen and starting to pull out ingredients while talking at the same time. "Okay, I'm debating between making those peanut-free 'peanut butter' cookies I did a couple weeks ago and plain old chocolate chip cookies"

Looking up from the cupboard, Patton giggled when he saw Logan's frazzled look. The other was standing in the middle of the kitchen with the package of sugar that Patton gave him cradled in his arms, a confused look on his face.

"Oh, we can make both!!" Patton gasped with realization. When seeing Logan glance at his watch, he quickly added. "I'll do the peanut butter cookies while you're shopping."

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75 minutes later, Patton giggled as he ran his fingers through Logan's flour-covered hair. "I think we're gonna have to shower again!" he stated, as the two of them were covered in flour and sugar.

"And I will have to remind myself not to agree to bake with you," Logan said with a teasing glint in his eyes.

Playing along, Patton gasped and clutched his chest. "Not baking with me???" he bemoaned, backing away from Logan with wide eyes. "That's a felony punishable by tickles!!!"

Logan chuckled softly and matched the steps that Patton took, cornering him against the island. Patton's face heated up with a blush, and he instinctively wrapped his arms around Logan's waist, holding him closer.

Gentle fingers traced Patton's jaw before Logan's lips met his in a soft kiss. Patton eagerly reciprocated the kiss as he grasped Logan's shirt tightly, never able to get enough of him. Much to his dismay, Logan pulled back after a moment but didn't move too far.

"If baking with you ends with me kissing you while you're pinned against the island," Logan murmured with a smirk as he trailed his lips along Patton's jaw and to his ear, eliciting a breathy whine from Patton. "I might have to join you more often."

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Two hours, a shower, and another batch of cookies later, Patton held two plates of cookies in one hand as he stepped out of the apartment in search of the new tenant he saw the day prior. Before the door could close behind him, Patton turned around and walked over to where Logan was sitting in the living room.

"Is there a problem, Love?" Logan asked, looking up from the book he was reading.

Patton groaned in response and set the cookies down on the coffee table and flopped onto the couch with his head in Logan's lap, burying his face in his hands. "I don't know where they live!" he lamented, looking up at Logan through his fingers. "How do I give them the cookies if I don't know which apartment they're in?"

Logan hummed and nodded, setting his book to the side and carding his fingers through Patton's loose curls. Patton relaxed substantially and pressed his cheek against Logan's stomach while also leaning into the touch.

"I suppose that would be a problem," Logan murmured quietly as he continued his actions, gazing off into the distance.

"What'cha thinking, Lo-Lo?" Patton asked with a quiet giggle when his words startled Logan out of his thoughts.

"Oh, just thinking about how you could get their apartment number," he responded, smiling down at Patton. "You could call Emile. I'm sure they would give the new tenant's number for the sake of your cookies."

Patton smiled widely and giggled at the mention of the owner of the apartment complex. He knew Emile growing up, the two of them being inseparable throughout elementary and high school. To everyone's surprise, the two kept their friendship strong when Emile ended up twenty-five hundred miles away from their hometown in pursuit of a psychology degree. After obtaining said degree, they moved back and opened an office with a few other therapists and psychiatrists while also taking on ownership of the apartment complex.

Focusing back on the present, Patton nodded and quickly pulled out his phone, dialing the number he knew by heart.

A/N:
Hehe, Emile mention!!!!!