TRIGGER WARNING: language, homophobic slurs, mentions of panic, bullying, one sided fighting. Lemme know!

Heya! This was requested by Milly_white

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Analogical

Virgil groaned as he got to work after the end of school, really dreading the evening ahead of him. He loved working as a barista...not. He only did this because his mom was forcing him to get a job, and this was more bearable than a paid internship at some snooty company. He just wanted out of highschool, only two more months.

He sighed, thing on that apron he so desperately hated (it's red, who likes that???) and got to work. It started as usual, normal customers coming in and everything. Then he showed up. 

Virgil looked up, "Hello, how may I-" He paused, turning red. 'Hoky fuck he's hot,' he thought. The man in front of him, maybe a year or two older than Virgil, had deep blue eyes, like the deepest part of the sea, or like the sky on a crystal clear night. That's what always caught his attention, people's eyes. Then his gaze shifted, focusing on the man's hair. It was a chocolatey brown, with dark blue streaks mixed in. He was tall, much taller than Virgil's own five foot two ass.

He wore a dark blue button up and a black tie, along with black slacks and dress shoes. He looked as if he walked out of a fucking James Bond movie, and Virgil just couldn't look away.

Well not until the man cleared his throat. "Hello?" He asked, eyes concerned. "Sir you're turning red. Is everything alright?"

Virgil focused back in. "O-oh yeah...uh...sorry, I just zoned out. What's the order?"

The man looked skeptical, but only shook his head. "A vanilla latte please," he asked. "Whipped cream."

The highschooler nodded, getting the order rang up. "Name for that?" He asked, looking up at the name before him.

"Logan Barry," he said, looking the boy up and down. Logan seemed as if he was looking over every feature of Virgil. “And yours?”

Virgil pointed to his nametag, “Uh, V-Virgil. Virgil Sanders…” He quickly turned around, going to make the coffee. He got it quickly made, writing Logan’s name on the side before giving it to him. Logan gave him a tip, but there was a napkin with it. What was on it made Virgil smile. ‘Call me sometime?’ and then Logan’s number.

The boy stared after the older man, smiling. He instantly put it in his phone, but waited to message until after work.

As soon as Virgil got home, he messaged Logan.

‘Heya. its virgil from the cafe.’

After a few minutes, his phone pinged. 

‘Hello, Virgil. How was the rest of work?’

They talked for hours, Virgil finding out a lot. Logan had just moved there, switching his college to the local one where Virgil lived. He majored in law, wanting to be a public defender. He was 20, only a couple years older than Virgil himself. 

Over time, the two became great friends, even falling for one another. Not like either of them would admit it though. Virgil was too scared of rejection, and Logan was just certain the other didn’t reciprocate his feelings.

One day, Logan was set to pick Virgil up from school. The teenager was getting his stuff from his locker, humming happily. He couldn’t wait to see Logan again, he loved hanging out with him. Sure Logan was only taking him to work, but still.

As he grabbed his books, Virgil felt someone shove him from behind, into his locker. He grunted, turning and seeing the school jock, Silas. He had been picking on Virgil since the seventh grade, so it definitely something he was used to.

This looked different though. Silas looked genuinely angry. He had wide eyes, which narrowed into slits as he watched Virgil. “Hey fucking fag,” he spat out. “Where’s that stupid ass boyfriend of yours?”

Virgil pushed him away weakly, getting only enough time to run outside before Silas grabbed his hood, throwing him hard to the ground. Virgil landed on his arm, not enough to break, but definitely enough to hurt like hell. Silas stood over him, throwing punch after punch. He threw out slurs eith every single hit.

Emo. Fag. Idiot. Asshole. Homo. Useless. Worthless. Fucking garbage.

“Hey!” came a new voice, a deep voice, pulling Silas away. “What the hell are you doing?”

Silas got out of his grasp and bolted away. The man leaned down next to Virgil, pulling him into his lap. “Virgil? Are you alright?”

The teenager looked up, seeing Logan. Those deep, dark blue eyes he couldn’t forget, not even in the immense pain and panic he was feeling. “Lo-Loga-an,” he choked out, clinging to him. He breathed in the familiar scent, calming some.

Logan held him gently, careful of all the bruises he could see. “Virgil, hey, what happened? Who was that?” he asked gently. He knew what was happening, Virgil got beat up. He just wanted to know why.

“S-Silas,” he whimpered out. “H-He does this a lot,,,it’s f-fine, I deserve this anyw-ways.”

The older boy shook his head. “No, Virgil. You don’t, not even in the slightest. Take deep breaths for me ok? I’ve got you now, he won’t hurt you again, ok?”

Logan eventually got Virgil calmed down enough to go to Logan’s apartment. Logan patched him up, cleaning the cuts and wounds, helping him ice the bruises. They ended up cuddling on the couch. Hurt Virgil was really clingy, which Logan didn’t mind in the slightest.

They watched Big Hero 6, Virgil having remembered that it was Logan’s favorite. He started nodding off around the middle of the movie, leaning on Logan. “Lo?” he said tiredly.

The other pulled his gaze from the movie and looked at Virgil. “Yes, Virge?” he asked quietly, brushing the hair from the younger boy’s face.

“I love you,” he mumbled, eyes closing and breathing evening out.

Logan tensed, but quickly relaxed, smiling softly. “I love you too, Virgil,” he whispered, but knew the other wouldn’t have heard him.