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Three months, fourteen days, not enough hours. That’s how long Logan successfully lived in close quarters with Wade Winston Wilson without being seen naked. Without his most embarrassing feature exposed. On display and open to judgement.
Why hadn’t he locked the door?
Why hadn’t he listened out for the other man’s footsteps? Too wrapped up in his own thoughts to make use of his mutation given gifts.
Why had he agreed to live here in the first place?
Why hadn’t he done any number of things to avoid this moment?
Now Wade had seen. Seen everything.
The two men stood face to face, silent, staring. Both clearly startled to see the other.
Then Wade’s eyes flicked down and his eyebrows shot up.
Logan froze. Waiting for a reaction. Waiting for the merc with the mouth to speak.
“Wow, you’re tiny.”
Fucking shit. His first instinct was to hide. Cover himself up and snarl in outrage at the obvious sarcasm. The ridicule he was well used to. He’d been mocked before. Led on by partners who pretended his oversized cocklet wasn’t that bad, until they’d lulled him into a sense of security and let loose, reminding him all over again that he was a freak, even among mutants. He tensed up, fists clenched, ready to lash out before Wade could say anything else. The best defence was a good offence after all.
He didn’t though. For once he held himself back. Assessed the situation before running in claws blazing.
He was in a different world. A different culture. With different norms.
He knew, logically that there were no omegas here aside from him. That the people here, including Wade, looked at him and saw only a man.
He had seen Wade naked plenty of times since he’d been invited to move in. The man had no sense of modesty to speak of, especially inside his own home which he was accustomed to sharing with a blind woman. Logan knew what he was packing.
Knew what was considered typical and desirable for men here even if he hadn’t given it much thought before now.
As he stood there, flustered and still naked in the bedroom where Wade had just walked in on him without knocking, all of that knowledge came together in Logan’s mind forming a surprising yet satisfying realisation. Wade was being sincere.
He really thought Logan’s dick was small.
Anger quickly dissipating he flushed red, delightfully flattered.
By, the look on Wade’s face the other mutant was horrified by what his ADHD brain had just blurted out. Thinking back Logan remembered Wade calling him a pencil dick back in the Odyssey, like it was an insult. Like a small dick was something to be ashamed of. Before the man could panic and backtrack, before he could say something that would genuinely hurt, Logan cut him off, letting a pleased smile curve at his lips.
“You really think so?”
There was a loaded pause, a moment where anything could go wrong. It hung in the air like an axe about to swing, before Wade, more perceptive than most people gave him credit for, caught the subtle clues in Logan’s body language. What he wanted to hear. Needed to hear.
“Yeah,” he confirmed cautious at first, then smirking at the way the dick in question twitched with excitement, “Tiniest little cock I ever saw.”
Logan bit back a whimper. Oh, that was nice to hear.
Wade grinned, emboldened.
“So, freaking cute.”
Oh God. No one in his own world would ever have described Logan’s bulbous lump of a cock as cute, but here Wade was, cooing down at Logan’s still exposed body, smiling like he meant it.
“Absolutely adorable. Precious tiny little thing.”
Oh Fuck. Logan groaned as it twitched again, a pulse of pre come squirting out the end.
“Oh, honey. So sexy,” Wade praised, slowly moving closer to him, still cautious, mindful of crossing boundaries. “Such a pretty sweet wet little dick.” He held his hand out, fingers reaching but not yet making contact. “Can I touch? Please?”
Logan’s brain short circuited, mouth going dry. Touch it? Wade was asking to touch it?
No one ever wanted to touch Logan. Most of his partners had him lay on his front and tuck it out of the way so they could pretend it wasn’t there while they fucked him.
The few who did touch him acted like it was some great imposition on them. Something they endured but never enjoyed.
No one had ever asked to touch before. Never said please so sweetly. Like it was something they truly wanted.
Oh, how Logan wanted.
Still, insecurity from his world made him put up a token protest, “You…don’t have to…”
Wade once again caught the thread seamlessly. “Oh, my sweet thing, nothing would make me happier than playing with your sweet thing.”
It was hard to bite back the whimper that provoked and Logan could only nod.
The heat of Wade’s palm as it cupped him was almost too good. Enveloping him from root to tip.
“Look at that,” Wade cooed, “Fit’s right in my hand. Perfect.”
“Oh, fuck.”
Perfect? Could that be true?
Wade seemed to believe it at least, as he guided Logan to sit on the bed, back against the headboard and crawled between his legs to get a closer look, still murmuring compliments as he fiddled with it. Saying how sweet, and small, and lovely it was.
He was wrong but hey, he was from a different world and didn’t know any better so maybe Logan could pretend?
“Do you,” Logan blushed, feeling shy all of a sudden, unsure if he really wanted to push for more, to expose how much this really affected him. “Do you think it’s…dainty?” As soon as the word left his lip’s he regreted it. Fuck he was so embarrassing. Deluding himself with this fantasy. Wanting to be something he wasn’t.
Whatever negative thoughts flooded his brain were quickly drowned out by Wade who latched onto the new prompt and let his motor mouth run off with it.
“Oh, the daintiest baby. Pretty dainty darling little dick. I just want to hold it and protect it from the big bad world.”
Logan sighed as Wade gently played with him, running his fingers up and down the shaft and occasionally teasing at the tip with his thumb, spreading his slick around. Coaxing out more and more fluid.
Time lost all meaning as he lay there, lost in sensation. Head swimming from all the praise and soft words.
“As fun as this is baby girl,” Wade muttered, pressing a kiss to Logans stomach, “I think I want a little more.” Another kiss, “You know what I want?”
“Yeah,” Logan groaned biting his lip, “I know.”
Wade wanted to fuck him.
It hadn’t escaped his notice how the other man was aggressively tenting his pants, his own much larger cock demanding attention. Attention it hadn’t been getting as Wade focused entirely on Logan. Ignoring his own need without so much as a lewd joke.
It was admirable he had lasted this long.
Back in his own world no one wasted this much time pleasuring an omega without expecting a return on the investment. Especially not an omega like Logan.
That was fine. He’d let Wade have whatever he wanted; it was the least he could do after how sweet the man had been to him. Making him feel so special.
“I want to suck it.” Wade murmured, leaning down and peppering butterfly kisses along Logan’s thighs.
Oh, fuck.
“Can I? Can I suck your lovely dainty little cock?”
“Fuck. Fuck!” Logan’s head dropped back into the pillows behind him, panting roughly. Barely able to believe this was happening. “Yes!”
He had been blown exactly once in his two hundred plus years of life. By a bad-tempered Beta man who had wanted Logan to treat him like an Alpha. He’d sucked Logan off for five minutes, and then held it over his head for weeks like a debt, demanding all manner of things from the mutant in return. Looking back Logan was embarrassed by how grateful he’d been to the bastard, chasing scraps.
“Good thing I’ve attended a lot of bachelorette parties,” Wade smirked, hovering over his target. “I have plenty of experience sucking tiny little straw dicks.”
Logan let out a rough snort, amused despite himself. “It’s not that small.”
“No,” Wade agreed, “It’s not. This here is the goldilocks of cocks. Goldi-cock if you will. Not too small, not too big. It’s Juuuuuust right.”
At that Logan was surrounded by sweet hot wet heat. Clenching his fists in the sheets Logan writhed, overcome with pleasure. Not wanting to take anything more than he was generously being given, he fought to keep his hips still. Trying to be good.
Clearly his efforts were not appreciated as Wade pulled off, smirking up at him with his unique brand of Deadpool confidence, “Don’t be afraid to fuck my face,” he insisted, “It’s not like you have to worry about choking me, this cute little thing won’t even reach my tonsils.”
It was true. God it was true. Even sucked down to the root Logan barely reached the back of his tongue. The tongue that Wade was eagerly swirling round and round his shaft as Logan finally let go and allowed himself to rut into the blissful heat.
Hands groped his ass, pulling him closer, massaging the fleshly mounds but going no further than that. There were no fingers teasing his hole or attempting to stretch him out for Wade to use later. All the attention was still entirely on his dick. A lightning rod of pleasure.
Logan had never experienced anything like it.
Pleasure built and built driving him feral as Wade sucked him hard and fast, moaning with every slurp as if Logan was a delicious treat. As his peak neared Logan tried to give a warning, tapping at his shoulder and calling out a breathless “Wade, Wade, I’m gonna…”
And then he was coming.
White lights flashed before his eyes and as they cleared Logan found himself playing little spoon as Wade curled behind him holding him close. Apparently, he’d lost a little time somewhere between Wade sucking his soul out and it finding its way back to him.
Although exhausted Logan forced himself to shuffle back, lifting his top leg slightly and pressing his ass into Wades crotch, offering himself up. It was only fair.
“Easy there sweet thing,” Wade hummed, placing a hand on his outer thigh and pushing it back down. “I’m going to need a minute to recuperate if you want to go again. Short refractory period doesn’t mean no refractory period.”
Confused Logan twisted to look over his shoulder, frown wrinkling his forehead. “You finished?”
The satisfied smile he received made his heart do something strange which he quickly dismissed as a lingering symptom of the mind-blowing orgasm he’d just received.
“I did indeed baby. Hard not to when the sexiest man I ever saw is shooting his sexy little cock in my mouth.”
Logan frowned, feeling oddly guilty, “But I didn’t…”
“You were perfect sweetums. Everything I ever hoped for.” He trailed his hand down, gently fondling Logan again. “Every inch of you is perfect. Especially this one.”
Logan snorted but settled down enjoying the caress, even more so when Wade started to gently rut against him. “It’s more than an inch Wade,” he pointed out. Even back in his world very few omegas were lucky enough to be that small. It was a nice fantasy though.
“Shhhh. Snuggle now. Discuss the perfection of your perfect little package later.”
Turning his face into the pillow to hide his pleased blush Logan decided that was a plan he could get behind.