A sequel to smutty sexy shit so obvious smutty sexy shit in this chapter as well.
~Jay

Patton's pov
I didn't want to tell Logan how much he was going to regret our actions the previous night that day so I went downstairs early to make his breakfast. I didn't want him to get out of bed even if he could. He would be in too much pain trying to walk. I was right. I brought him breakfast and he was trying to get out of bed, a look of pain searing his face. I dropped the tray on his desk and ran over. I picked him up and set him down in the middle of the bed. I pulled the covers over his legs and went to grab the tray
"Patton..."
"Yes, love?"
"I... what did you do?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why can't I stand, or anything?"
"Because, sweetie, last night was your first time. It's completely normal"
"You could've told me that earlier!" I sighed and sat next to him. He kept on ranting until I picked up some of the food on a fork and shoved it in his mouth. He looked at me, chewing the food begrudgingly. I laughed and brushed a loose bit of hair from his face. I put the fork in his hand and told him I would be back in a bit.
"And if you even think of getting out of bed I will staple you to the bed and make sure you can't get out." He swallowed against the lump in his throat.
"See ya in a little, Lolo"
"Farewell Patton"

Virgil's pov
Patton left a note on the counter that said our plates were in the oven. I pulled the door open. Two plates. I smiled and took one before I left the kitchen, kicking the door shut behind me. I wondered where Logan was. I looked into his room and saw him still in bed. Weird, Logan was normally the first one up. I guess he and Patton were rougher than I thought they were. I pushed the door open a bit more and chuckled
"Aww... does Logan not like being stuck in bed? Want me to get your boyfriend?"
"Fuck off!" He yelled, throwing a pillow at me. It hit me full in the face and was way too painful to be a normal pillow. I swore.
"The fuck is in that pillow? A brick?"
"Actually, a hardback copy of pride and prejudice"
"The hell?" I yelled. I ran off to my room.

Logan's pov
I threw my book at Virgil so now I had to get up and get it quickly. I stood, ignoring the pain that racked my body with every subtle movement. I picked up my book, bending at the knee to decrease the pain that bending at the hips would cause. I grabbed it and began to walk back when I heard a cough behind me. Fuck. Patton was behind me, his arms crossed, his eyes peering at me above the frame of his glasses. I'm dead.
"L-look Patton! I'm fine, I can walk, see?" I said taking a step forwards and forcing myself not to wince or hiss at the pain. His face told me he didn't believe me. Shit. He walked forwards with purpose and I tried to move towards my bed but my legs gave out from the pain. I cried out and Patton picked me up. He clicked his tongue repeatedly and dropped me gently on the bed. He then walked over to my desk and picked up all of my work. I put out a hand to take it but he began to walk out. I reached out, trying to grab him then I fell onto the floor. I pulled myself across the floor, scrabbling to get at Patton and my papers. He returned just as I had pulled myself into the corridor. I fought him as he picked me up again. This time I was flung over his shoulder and as I struggled my hips moved around a lot. This quickly made me want more and I shifted not to escape but to satiate the need for friction that was building by the second. Patton dropped me on the bed and then he noticed my problem. He raised his eyebrows and looked first into my eyes, then at my crotch. I felt myself grow desperate and I grabbed the sleeves of the hoodie around his neck. I pulled him closer and kissed him. He pulled back after a minute, panting slightly. I knew how flushed my face was and my eyes seemed clouded by lust. Patton simply sighed and set me facing him, sitting on the edge of my bed. He looked at me, one eyebrow raised. I nodded, my judgment clouded by want. Not that Patton would ever try to hurt me anyway. I looked at him, slightly confused as he knelt down between my legs. His hands guided mine to his hair as he pulled down my zipper with his teeth. He needed to use his hands with the button but immediately placed them back on my hips as he bit my boxers, pulling them down. I whined, the prospect of what might happen next making me bite my lip. I looked away. I felt a tongue lick the tip of my member and I pulled Patton's hair. He put his mouth around me and I moaned, bucking my hips into his mouth. He pinned my hips to the bed, moving painfully slow. I put my hand over my mouth, trying to restrict the sounds that escaped. He hummed, not pulling off as he did so. I abandoned any attempt to quiet myself and moaned loudly, pulling his hair harshly. The groan that resonated around the room sent another shock of pleasure through my body. He dipped lower and lower every time. I grew more desperate. I pushed his head down then pulled it up, setting a quicker and more preferable pace. He stuck to it, occasionally humming or dipping his tongue in my slit to bring me closer and closer. I began shooting out curses and moans faster and more often than before. I began swearing more and more as I got even closer
"Fuck! Patton that! Fucking hell! Patton I! P-Patton~!" I came and he swallowed. I shivered as he helped me with my trousers. He smiled, wiping a small amount of cum from his slightly swollen lip with his thumb.
"Next time, listen to me, okay darling~?"
"G-got it P-Patton"
"Good" he said, licking his thumb. He opened the door and left. How was this the same asset as the goofy, zany, childish cutie that Thomas and the fanders knew?
I laid back. Now that the high was gone I laid down and picked up Pride and Prejudice. I couldn't even focus on the book I was thinking too much about the way Patton acted between the bedroom and everywhere else. It was so confusing. Wait, wasn't the door open before we did that?

Roman's pov
I sighed. Those two were at it again. I closed the door as I went past. I was mildly embarrassed at the fact that they had no clue the that the door was open. Later, Patton walked past. I nudged him
"You know, the door isn't stuck in place, you can move it." He blushed a little but didn't falter
"Maybe we wanted the door open."
"Y-you what??!"
"I'm just joking with ya kiddo! Although, I don't mind and Logan's always too busy so feel free to peeping Tom again." I blushed and he laughed, walking towards the kitchen. How is he the goofy, zany child but also that dirty-minded, flirty "hottie" at the same time?