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Logan regretted a lot, but one thing he didn't regret was agreeing to stay with Wade Wilson.
He had forgotten what it felt like to be loved, as truly annoying as Wade was about that sort of thing. Through all the one liners and jabs, he knew the merc loved him. That came through in more than his words.
They made a strange little trio; Wade, Logan and Blind Al. And the dog, he supposed. It was an apartment of sarcasm and catty remarks he doubted even a room full of Negasonic Teenage Warhead’s could rival.
It was strange though. Obviously he had been slightly nervous to meet Al, he didn't want to act like it because he really couldn't have people thinking he cared what they thought of him, but he hadn't been the only one who was nervous. And sure asking your elderly blind roommate if yet another violent middle aged man could move in to your one bedroom apartment was a strange request. But Wade was definitely not the type of person who cared about asking strange requests. If anything the man basked in strange requests.
Maybe he cared as much as Logan did about approval, but either way it was still a little odd.
The thought didn't take up too much of his time though, too busy focussing on the overwhelming sensation of meeting so many new people in this new place. The apartment wasn't huge but it had enough space for three people who clearly didn't have much to their names.
One bedroom might have posed an issue to begin with, but they worked it out pretty easily. Al got to take the bedroom, while Wade and Logan shared the pull out in the living room. The pair of them had been sharing eachother’s personal space from the moment they met, so this development honestly wasn't a huge deal to either of them. In fact neither of them actually thought anything of it at all until three days into the arrangement when Wade finally made a twisted innuendo about trying not to get hard with “all those rock hard abs” right next to him. Logan had them felt awkward for all of five minutes before he fell asleep and never really thought about it again. To be honest it wasn't the most intimate thing they'd ever done, therefore there was no need to complicate things.
At first they'd kept at least a little personal space, sleeping back to back, but they always found themselves touching in some way when they woke up the next day. A cramped apartment and a small bed will do that to you though, Logan rationalised. It was unavoidable really, personal space was a luxury. And really if he had to share it with anyone he supposed Wade wasn't the worst option.
Although sometimes Wade Wilson absolutely was the worst option.
Like with the bathroom. Having no lock on the door was fine if you were only living with Blind Al, because like her name suggested, she couldn't see shit. But with Wade it was an entirely different story.
At this point Logan was almost certain that the devil in red was doing it on purpose. Because there was no way the man just didn't notice the shower was on that many times. Lately he'd come to expect to hear a singsong voice calling out into the steamy room with a half assed apology and then proceeding to brush his teeth instead of leaving the room. He just sighed whenever it happened now, instead of his initial reaction to growl and shout and even sometimes throw the bottle of shower gel at the man.
To make the whole situation worse, he didn't even really care. Not even when he got out of the shower, wrapping the towel around his waist and his cheeky roommate was still in the room, staring unashamedly. There was no real point in telling him to get lost, he'd just weasel out of any consequences and leave Logan more embarrassed by making an insanely crude comment.
And Logan would be lying if he said he hadn't stared the first time Wade had finally taken off his shirt in front of him. He'd told himself not to, knew it would make the other uncomfortable if people looked at his scars too long, but that hadn't been what caught Logan's attention. He'd brushed it off with a cough and pointedly staring at the wall, but he knew Wade had noticed. They didn't talk about it.
“Hey hot stuff, would you come back to earth and pass the bacon?”
Right. And there was that.
Between the three of them, Logan and Wade made up two halves of a whole semi-decent cook. So following this information, the two of them spent their evenings and often their mornings together in a tiny, cramped kitchen, cooking something that hopefully wouldn't send Al to her early grave. Though she'd probably grateful to finally escape them.
So because it was so cramped in there, it was perfectly rational for him to have to brace the other with a hand to the hip or the lower back. Especially when there were things above him that Logan needed. It was just inevitable that they'd end up pressed together.
And sure maybe he enjoyed teasing Wade too, like petty revenge for the shower incidents.
Except, by that one time that he had shuffled into the kitchen still half asleep and had beelined straight for Wade’s shoulder so he could rest his head back down, it didn't really feel like revenge anymore. It was just sort of their new normal. Wade had only snorted and scratched his head like a cat and continued to make pancakes.
He passed Wade the packet of bacon, and turned back to stirring the sauce for the casserole.
They were having the whole group over today, the first time Logan was going to meet them all together. He wasn't really sure why he was nervous. It wasn't like he didn't know these people, he'd been living with Wade and Al for about a month, and had met most of them more than once. Although he couldn't say the same about Vanessa.
Realistically he knew that she was a nice person and that despite their breakup, Wade was still friends with her. There were definitely still feelings there though. Because the entire time they'd been saving the world, he brought her up so many times. Granted he hadn't talked about her much the last few weeks, but that didn't mean he wasn't thinking about her. That thought made Logan uneasy.
He told himself that was just because it was awkward to be putting himself into a group with such a complicated issues.
“Hey,” He started, turning to Wade, who was petting the dog attentively as he cooked the bacon and sausages absently. He received a hum in response.
“Are you sure you're gonna be okay today?”
Wade turned, his head tilted, imitating his canine companion. “Why wouldn't I be?”
Logan shrugged silently.
“Listen, last time I checked mutton chops, these are my friends, shouldn't you be the one who's worried?” He leaned over, bumping their shoulders together, before scooping the dog into his arms and letting her slobber all over his chin, making kissy noises all the while.
“Look just,” He sighed. He turned, bracing himself on the counter behind Wade, effectively locking the man in place and staring down at him.
“I'm sure this shits gonna get pretty awkward. So, if you want an out or whatever….”
He couldn't tell if his concern was more for Wade or for himself anymore but he didn't care much.
There was a beat of silence, staring intently on both sides.
“Well thank you for your concern Honey Muffin, I'll be sure to keep that in mind.” He grinned, poking Logan right on the nose. “My very own knight in shining claws.”
Logan rolled his eyes and backed up the half a step that the space allowed him to. Clearly Wade had enough confidence to get himself through this as his usual witty, annoying self.
“Now hold her,” Wade grinned, shoving Mary Puppins into his arms before he could protest. “Give your daddy some kisses, Princess!”
Logan spent the next five minutes fending off a very excitable puppy while Wade finished up the ingredients for the casserole and shoved the pot into the oven.
“Okay big guy, go get dressed for company.” He was promptly shooed back into the living room/makeshift bedroom, where Al was sitting.
Clearly she'd been waiting for him specifically, because the moment he was close enough that she could vaguely hear what direction he was in she turned and started speaking.
“I wish you two would actually do something about all that edging you do all day. I've been wishing someone would take my hearing too so I don't have to listen to this shit any longer.”
He scoffed. “You're going senile, Al.”
“Right. Ain't nothing platonic about the way you two act.” She laughed. He was slightly confused.
“It's just joking about, Wade doesn't mean it when he flirts with me.” He murmured, aware that the man was about eight feet away.
“But you do?” She raised a brow.
“I don't flirt with him?” Did he?
“Honey I can't see a damn thing but I know you're all in each other's personal space. Just fuck already. And then move the fuck out together so I get some peace.”
He sighed. She was probably just crazy. Or wanted them to move out real bad. Either way it was fine, they were busy, he couldn't be thinking about this now.
“Sure.”
Logan stalked off, in search of a nice enough shirt to meet a group of nine people he barely knew.
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Somehow all eleven of them managed to squeeze into the small dining area that they had, it was cramped but none of them cared. They were all laughing, telling stories, happy.
He missed his own team.
Wade wasn't actually at the heart of the laughter for once. He was sat hunched over the dog, petting her a little obsessively, and kind of leaning towards Logan, away from Vanessa.
He sighed. Okay.
“Talk to the girl.” He picked up the dog, scratching her behind the ears as he turned slightly to let them have the facade of privacy.
Obviously he could hear everything, he was right next to them, but he wanted to pretend he couldn't.
“Hey,” Wade was already bombing, that was awkward as fuck.
“Hey. You've been pretty busy, huh?”
“Yeah well, I couldn't let all of you go without a proper sendoff, could I?”
“I think you saved more than just us.”
“Hey, he saved me first.” Logan could hear the grin in Wade's voice and tried not to smile.
And then; “How's, uh… everything with um…”
“Yeah, he's, he's pretty sweet. He actually asked me to move in the other day. I'm still thinking about it.”
“That's so good. I'm happy for you, you deserve it.” And he sounded so genuine that Logan paused. Was this not the woman Wade was in love with? His absolute soulmate?
“Thanks, Wade. And what about you? How are things with…”
Huh?
“Well I wouldn't kiss a man and tell,” Wade’s typical snide tone was back. “But we're not. Together.”
Oh.
Oh.
She meant him.
Logan.
He knew his face was hot, but he kept his gaze on the fuzzy face of Dogpool.
“Wade, you guys answered the door with his arm wrapped around your waist. You have a dog together. You share a bed.” Her tone was earnest. “You're dating this man.”
“Uh… Nuh-uh. The big D-word has not been used.”
“Wade.”
He sighed.
“Go talk to him.”
Logan looked up, catching the eye of Yukio across the table who was watching everything very intently while she and her girlfriend were very obviously pretending to have a conversation. She waved brightly, despite himself, he smiled back.
And then he was turning, coming face to face with Wade Fucking Wilson, who'd been the bane of his existence and reason for his smile returning for over a month.
“Hey there Snookums.” He whispered, the nervous grin on his face wobbling a little. “Wanna take this party down to two for a second?”
Logan glanced around. Dopinder was regaling the majority of the group with some story about air pods, so he figured it would be fine to step out for a few minutes.
“Sure,” He nodded.
Wade got up, murmuring about how he needed to go smoke the cancer back into him, and then stepped out the door. Logan told them he'd go make sure he wasn't kidnapped this time.
Everyone gave them knowing looks.
“What's up?” He closed the door behind him, feigning ignorant nonchalance.
“So… Basically I think everyone thinks, that we might actually be a couple?”
“Okay…” He felt way out of his depth here.
“So, you're fine with that?” Wade pushed, obviously angling for teasing, but just coming off as concerned.
“I'm fine with it if you are. Al pointed it out to me this morning.”
“Okay… Yeah. I guess we do kinda act like a couple.”
The conversation was nearing levels of awkward that Logan would rather not touch on.
“Yeah we do. I think they'd all be less annoyed by it if we just kissed or something.” It was a joke, but he meant it. If Wade wanted him, he'd absolutely go for it.
“Maybe we should. Whaddya say, Baby Cakes? Wanna plant a big one on me?” He leaned in slightly with a teasing grin on his face. Their breaths mingled.
“Yeah, actually.” Logan gruffed out and then caught the younger man by the waist and pulled him in, locking their lips together.
Calloused scars met rough stubble and they fought, pushing and pulling for a few minutes. It was rough and unclean and messy in all the ways their relationship had been this whole time. And it felt like the most natural next step to all this.
Logan pushed, walking them backwards to push against the wall, wedging a thigh between the man's legs as Wade fisted the front of his shirt, keeping him as close as possible as if he could inhale him if he tried hard enough.
They barely broke for air before Wade was lunging back in, clearly not satisfied with just one kiss.
“God,” The words came out in a strained moan between kisses. “Thank fuck you finally caught on.”
Logan broke away, tilting his head slightly.
“I've been dropping my hints at you for weeks.”
What.
Wade tried to lean in again but Logan pressed a finger to his lips.
“What are you talking about, you've literally been acting the exact same way you've acted since we met.”
“Yeah,” The word was muffled by the finger still on his mouth, which he then licked incredibly sensually.
Logan growled in frustration.
“Then what the fuck are you saying? That you've been genuinely flirting with me this whole time?”
“Mhm,” He got a sunny smile in response.
The brunet frowned and leaned back in to kiss him aggressively.
“You are so frustrating, I hope you know that,” He groaned, fingers tightening on Wade's waist.
“Yeah well, you like it so it must be a virtue.”
Logan only sighed.
“Fuck you.”
“I hope you do~” Wade singsonged.
He kissed him again. Just to shut the merc up, that was all.
They only managed to return to the group ten minutes later, both very visibly roughed up. Smirks were the only greeting they received.
Weasel passed Peter a ten dollar bill.
“You bet on us?” Wade shouted incredulously.
“Obviously, man. You guys have been dancing around whatever that is for way too long. I bet it would take another week at least. Peter had faith in you.”
“And that's why he's my best bud.” Wade rolled his eyes playfully and sat down, this time much closer to Logan than before.
Goodbye personal space, he thought. This was the end of the line for all of that.
He didn't really mind.
Across the table, Vanessa smiled at him encouragingly. He decided he liked her.
There would always be something painful between Wade and Vanessa, but they weren't in love any more and he could see that. Maybe they'd be better off as friends eventually.
The evening ended about an hour later, Mary Puppins, tucked away in Wade's arms, fast asleep, Dopinder leaning sleepily on Shatterstar’s arm, Logan and Wade propping eachother up by the shoulders as everyone filed out of the small apartment.
Al retired to the bedroom calling out, “Don't fuck too loud, I'm not dead enough to be hearing all that yet.”
Wade snickered, Logan just rolled his eyes.
“So,” The Merc drawled, gently placing the dog down on a pile of blankets and laundry she'd claimed as her bed. “Big spoon or little spoon?”
“Ugh. C’mere.” Logan hugged, pulling the man in for a sleepy kiss.
“You're a little spoon aren't you! Avoiding the question too damn much, Mister.” The cheeky grin was back and suddenly Logan was back to wanting to strangle the man again. But then maybe he was into that… Freak.
Okay maybe Logan wouldn't mind Wade being into that actually.
“Shut the fuck up and get into bed,” He growled, shooing away his own thoughts.
“Yes, Sir,” Came the mock salute response.
God Wade made him feel like a teenager.
….Maybe that wasn't so bad.