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-one-
"Oh my GOD, cover them up Captain Kirk!" Wade shoved a bedraggled button-up into Logan's hands.
Logan settled the shirt over his shoulders and started on the buttons while Wade started zip-tying their thoroughly subdued targets. It was too big for him, but it did the job.
Where did Wade even find a spare shirt in this mess?
It was big enough to gape when Logan bent down to grab one of the goons nearest him, and he caught the man's eyes slipping down and the beginnings of a leer crawling over his face. He popped his claws - they shot out along the man's ankle where Logan was zip-tying him.
"So you don't need your Achilles tendon then?" Logan drawled as the leer vanished into the man's flinch.
-two-
"His eyes are up here, sweetheart." Logan turned just in time to see Ralph, who was still on probation from the whole unsanctioned time ripper incident, startle badly as Wade delicately placed the tip of one katana under his chin and used it to nudge his head up.
Logan had felt someone's eyes on him, but he hadn't bothered to turn and see who it was. They were at HQ, he was only missing one sleeve and part of the armor over his chest. And he didn't really care or want to know who it was.
"Should we call your wife in HR again, Ralphie?"
"My wife doesn't actually-"
"Should we let her know her man's eyes are wandering? Should I pop them out of your head and really take 'em on a journey?"
"No!" Ralph gulped.
Wade tipped his head towards Logan.
"My apologies," Ralph said, over Wade's shoulder to him.
Logan grunted. Wade sheathed the sword.
-three-
There was an explosion. It was relatively small - one of the experiments this wannabe mad scientist had been running gone awry - but Logan was almost on top of it when it popped off, and he regained consciousness with only some ragged scraps of his clothes still clinging to him, crusted on with blood and a corrosive slime that burned his skin.
Fortunately, the janky warehouse lab they were in was bizarrely OSHA compliant, so once the proprietor had been relieved of the burden of his life, Logan ducked under the emergency shower in the corner. He was scrubbing the slime off his face, his eyes shut, when he heard Wade snap, "Eyes front, you improvised condom. Nothing to see here."
He sounded close. Logan opened his eyes and Wade was right there, his back to Logan, holding an XL lab coat open like a cape behind him, shielding Logan's wet and mostly naked body from the gaze of the hazmat suits that were streaming into the building for cleanup.
He stayed there until Logan had paper-toweled himself barely dry. Then he turned around and held up the lab coat for Logan's arms.
"Your coat, sir," he said in a nasally, overblown British accent.
Before they hit the front door, Wade reached over and did up one more snap at the top of the coat.
-four-
"I'm gonna run to the bodega."
“I’ll come with,” Logan said, putting his book aside and getting up from the couch. Today was… he didn’t really want Wade out of his sight today. He’d been hoping to stay in, but the bodega didn’t really count. And the fresh air would be nice.
Wade grabbed a hoodie from the hook by the door and held it out to him. It was chilly out, fall was creeping, but.
"I run warm," Logan said.
"So do the neighbors and the corner boys when you walk by with your nips giving them a perked up thermostat reading through that slutty little plain white tee, sweetcheeks. But those points aren't the point." He shook the zip-up at him. "Be warm, make my hoodie smell like you, have extra pockets, cover your head if it rains, there are many advantages to being bundled up by your boy."
Logan put it on, because he was whipped as hell and couldn't help but indulge a lot more of Wade's nonsense than he probably should. And it was nice to tuck his hands into the center pockets, especially when Wade stuck his hand in one too, and wrapped it around Logan’s.
-five-
They were just at home with Althea, having a day in. Logan was just wearing jeans and an a-shirt. He was hanging some laundry out on the fire escape - Wade's novelty socks and more... delicate underthings couldn't go in the dryer, apparently. The domesticity of chores still felt faintly exotic to him.
He heard Wade come out of the bathroom and head for the kitchen, and heard him come to a sudden stop at the window at Logan’s back. He put the socks aside and half-turned to face Wade as he opened the window and stuck his head out.
"Hey lover boy, do you know where -" Wade's focus shifted abruptly. Logan followed his gaze down to the sidewalk across the street, to a young woman, maybe in her twenties. She had her phone out, and Logan felt caught out for not noticing her earlier, because she was -
"Hey SKANK," Wade shouted loud enough that Logan felt the vibrations of it in his back, "Point that fuckin' telescope lens at something else, or I'm gonna come down there and lodge it so far up your ass, your gut bacteria will be able to take up amateur astronomy! Get inside, babycakes." Wade's volume lowered only slightly when he addressed Logan, the Peeping Jenny could definitely still hear him. "You don't need to be starring in her fuckin' tiktok."
He pulled his head back into the apartment and held the sill up while Logan climbed back in. The he stuck his middle finger out the window for good measure, shut the window, and pulled the blind closed.
-one-
Wade didn’t do it every time they went out or anything – there were times when Logan knew Wade had seen people looking, but said nothing, seemed completely unbothered by the attention directed Logan’s way. But it was often enough that he thought he ought to at least… ask. And if the answer was no, then he could at least be clear that he wasn’t trying to make people look at him, and he certainly wasn’t fishing or trying to do anything, for anyone other than Wade.
So he waited until they had some distance from the most recent incident, and then when he was pulling a t-shirt out of the dresser one convenient morning, he asked,
”Do you want me to dress... different?" Two hundred plus years and he wasn't sure he'd ever felt so awkward as he did asking his man if he wanted Logan to be more modest, of all things. But he was going to be better at this if it fucking killed him. He was gonna be a good partner, a good boyfriend to Wade. Who, at present, looked utterly confused.
"Huh?"
"Because I can - I mean, I can't do much about what happens on assignments. But I can..." he trailed off, took a deep breath, forced himself through, "...cover up more, or wear looser clothes. If you want- if you don't want people to, you know. Look at me."
Wade was, stunningly, quiet.
The thing about the rare moments when Wade was quiet, Logan had learned, was that the quiet was external only. Wade's eyes darted over Logan, quick and sharp, with the same attention he applied to his targets - a keen hunter, understanding his prey. His closed mouth moved slightly as he talked silently to himself.
"No, baby," he said after a long pause. Logan almost flinched. Wade called him all kinds of pet names, but he tended to save baby for when he was being serious. Or as serious as he got. "And just for the record: it's not your fault that people look at you, and I don't want you to put on some floor-length tradwife calico sack or whatever to placate my insecurities. I don’t mind when people look. Except for when you don't want to be looked at, then I mind. That’s all."
Wade's voice was very gentle and very firm, and Logan was missing something. This was not the way he'd thought this conversation was going to go. His confusion must have showed on his face, because Wade got up from the pullout and came closer, slow and easy, as he went on:
"It's too much sometimes, yeah? Sometimes it's nice when people appreciate the goods, but sometimes..." Logan could feel his heartrate kick up as Wade got close, and Wade's voice grew impossibly gentler. "...they take it too far, or it reminds you of... other kinds of attention, right? Or sometimes you just don't want it right then. You're just trying to do a job, or whatever." He reached out and put one hand on Logan's waist, which was enough to make Logan feel held without trapping him in place. "But if you ask people not to, that's, ya know. Showing them a cut they can stick their fingers in." He smiled at last, rueful, his hand rubbing along Logan's side, warm and secure. "So I don't make you ask. If I get that vibe from you I just -"
"Play a dumb jealous lug?" Logan's voice sounded wrecked, and no wonder.
Charles had done this to him occasionally, usually without even using his power - just reached into Logan and drew one of the thrashing little spasms of darkness in him out into the warmth and the light. He gave those growling bits of Logan words, defanged them by naming them, the way Logan couldn't. The way Wade, apparently, could.
"Exactly, so that it's my fault they can't look,” Wade said, and shrugged. “It's an easy sell. Anyone with any two of their five senses working would understand wanting to keep this locked down." Wade leered at him a bit, and the hand at Logan's waist dropped a little lower.
Logan had a seismic moment of clarity where he understood that, too, as Wade giving him cover – trying to be sexy and funny so that Logan wouldn't have to fucking cry about this. About Wade... protecting him. Reading him so well. Because it really was just on those days when people's eyes on him made Logan's claws itch, when the way someone’s gaze dropped made his brain twitch for a fraction of a second, thinking of humans looking at him through glass, through a cage. He was so practiced at keeping that itch down that he almost forgot it was there. It had certainly never occurred to him that Wade might clock it, but he had. And he tried to make it better.
Logan’s throat ached. He didn't quite think he could manage to tell Wade directly that he’d been right on target, that he took good care of Logan. Not with words, anyway. Instead, he put his arms around Wade, dipped him back, and kissed him deeply, licking into Wade's mouth as he moaned and sighed. He felt Wade bring his knee up to cling to Logan's hip in a dainty little dancer's pose. Wade loved to be dip-kissed. And it didn't do nothing for Logan.
"Hoo, the big reward huh," Wade said dazedly when Logan finally let him up for air.
"Let me suck you," Logan panted, unhappy to have no part of Wade in his mouth at the moment. He picked Wade up without waiting for an answer, set him down on the arm of the couch, and dropped to his knees.
"Whoa, wait, angel, wait a sec- " he caught Logan's wrist at his waistband and forestalled Logan's impatient growl by carding his other hand through Logan's hair.
"Does it get you hot when I look out for you? Or are you just trying to reward me for being like, basically considerate? Because you don't need to-"
"Do you want to continue your fuckin' tryout for the dreamboat of the year award, or do you want to get your dick sucked?"
Wade grinned.
"Who says I can't do both at the same time?" he said, and he tugged Logan's cowlick just right, cupped his hand around the back of Logan's neck, and curled forward to kiss the top of his head as he pulled him in towards his cock.
-fin-