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❝ I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYONE LOOK SO CUTE AND RIDICULOUS AT THE SAME TIME! ❞
On the way home from their super fancy dinner date at Le Petit Paris, James could no longer hold in his laughter, and Logan's cheeks blazed starker than the maroon millefleur suit jacket his amused date had draped over his shoulders.
"You made me wear it, you jerk!" The genius sputtered out indignantly. "You said it made me look, and I'll quote you verbatim on this one, 'modern chic sleek, yet still charmingly quirky'!"
"Yeah, and I honestly can't believe I managed to keep a straight face while spouting all of that dumb fashion nonsense! And hooo man, the way that moustachey waiter dude gaped at you like he'd been whacked with a bread roll to the head, and then he ended up pouring the wine not on our glasses but all over the floor instead and—and friggin' slipping on it, I just—"
James couldn't get another word in before he fell apart into more fits of giggles, doubling over with arms draped over his cramping stomach as he recalled the confused twitching of their poor sommelier's facial hair through teary eyes. "I can't, I just...help me—I'm like, I'm dying here, Mitchell!"
"Then perish, Diamond. I hate you so much."
"Ummm...no you don't!"
"Fine—no I don't, but I'm seriously five seconds away from considering it." Logan rubbed the bridge of his nose with a sigh, his frowny dimples carving deeper from pure exasperation. "And it's really stupid of me to even beg you of this, considering I usually have to third-wheel the love of my life with a mirror, but all the same, please—please tell me you didn't take pictures."
"Oh noooo, I totally didn't take pictures of your stupid-looking tie and sent it to Kendall and Carlos...and then pretty much everyone else in my contact list which includes the entire Palm Woods population...and theeen posted it to Big Time Rush's ScuttleButtr account...which is now getting thousands of likes and comments from our fans, and even got rescutted by some famous popstar friends with some very colourful choice words to say about your colourful wardrobe choice...!"
James paused, smirking devilishly. "Actually, you know what, we better take the back way instead of the lobby when we get home or we might get mobbed by the paps, and then I'm gonna end up being the headline Bert to your Ernie—which FYI is not happening, 'cause I so do not look good with a stripey sweater and a unibrow. Plus, have you seen his outrageous hair?"
"Okay, yeah, make that one point two zeptoseconds, you—you meanie!"
Fumbling with the knotted necktie, Logan managed to extract it from his shirt collar and angrily hurled it at James. The balled-up piece of clothing hit the taller boy square in his face and pathetically bounced off, and Logan gave him one last dignified huff before spinning on his heels and storming away.
But James caught up with his grouchy boyfriend easily enough, using the rumpled garish neckwear as a makeshift lasso to rope Logan in by the waist, pull him back into his awaiting arms, and effectively trap him in a crushing embrace.
"But you know what, Logiebabe?" purred James, indulgently nuzzling Logan from behind as he trailed soft kisses from the back of the flustered boy's ear, all the way to his flushed nape. "I've also never seen someone in a neon pink and yellow rubber ducky tie look so ridiculously hot."
Logan swore he invented a new shade of red with his furious blushing.
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a/n: i just realised very later on after finishing this drabble (like think, a whole month later) that i prob lowkey got the rubber ducky inspiration from the necktie barney stinson had to wear after losing a bet against marshall and lily in how i met your mother. granted that that one was blue instead of pink, but hey there's a ~not-fun-at-all fact~ ( ͡• ͜ʖ ͡• )