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Wade stretches happily on the couch. He’s spent all day antagonizing his sexy roomie and it really does do wonders for his own mood. Logan is reading a book in the corner, pointedly ignoring him. He didn’t even look up when Wade asked him how old he was when books were invented.
“C’mon Wolvieee,” Wade whines, “How much me-time do you need before you’ll pay attention to me again?”
Logan growls softly. Wade knows it’s his warning growl, the one that can be heard about five seconds before he gets his ass kicked. He knows it’s a sound he should not ignore, but...
“Ugh, I’m so fucking bored, play with me Logie!”
Oops. There’s the growl again, but this time it’s paired with Logan standing and slinging his book down onto the very second hand side table. Wade can’t help it, he grins. He’s finally pushed Logan too far. Now comes one of his favorite parts. Logan will beat the shit out of him, maybe pin him and make him say uncle, that’s Wade’s fucking favorite part. When Logan is satisfied that Wade’s learned his lesson (even though it never sticks) he’ll let him go and Wade will have a quiet, shame-filled little jerk off sesh in the shower and go to sleep one happy degenerate.
But this time Logan doesn’t unsheathe his claws, instead he pulls something out of his pocket.
“Here’s the coupons you gave me last month instead of fucking rent money. Well buckle up bub, cause I’m cashin’ em in.”
Wade stares blankly at the little sparkly coupons. Those had been a joke, mostly.
“I-I thought you trashed those.”
“Oh no bub, not when I saw this one.”
Logan waves the ticket, five min of silence it reads in Wade’s very left-handed handwriting. It’s covered in little heart stickers. It's also been kissed with MAC Ruby Woo lipstick (A tasteful red, of course).
Wade laughs at it. "Oh, that coupon,” he giggles.
“No Wade, I’m sick of your shit. I’m cashing them all in right now. And I’m going to have a fucking relaxing evening.”
Wade gulps. He can’t mean all of the tickets, surely.
Even though Valentine’s Day was last month the evidence of it is still littering the apartment. There are tacky heart-shaped pillows on the couch. Strings of paper hearts are in various states of decay around the combination living room/kitchen. A few have been ripped down after Logan hit his head on them one too many times. The heart-shaped confetti, that was definitely not a bad idea and Logan should stop complaining about, had migrated through the whole apartment.
Wade hardly ever decorates for holidays. He has no idea why he went all out on Valentine’s Day this year. The handwritten, scandalous coupons had been a joke. Wade swears Logan had almost laughed when Wade gave them to him, the corner of his mouth turned up a little at least. Logan had only yelled at him over the missing rent money a little.
But now here Wade was, unfairly facing the consequences of his actions again. He slips on faux confidence with practiced ease.
“Ok then big boy, what ticket ya cashin in?”
Logan shuffles through them for a moment before the corner of his mouth twitches upward. He hands Wade the ticket.
One manicure (claws cost extra).
Wade barks out a disbelieving laugh. “You want the manicure? Out of all the coupons?”
“No, I told you, I’m using all of the fucking coupons but were starting with this one.”
That shuts Wade up for a second.
“Sorry, Mr. Customer Sir, but these coupons may not be used in conjunction with other offers.”
Logan arches a brow. How can that be intimidating? Who the fuck ever heard of an intimidating eyebrow?
“Oh no, bub. I checked these things over,” Logan takes a step toward Wade, just barely crowding him. “There aint a bit of fine print on these. No expiration date, nothin. Which means,” he waves the tickets under Wade’s nose, “I can use 'em however I want.”
Wade swallows nervously. Fine. If Logan wants to bluff, Wade will call him on it.
“Okey dokey,” he grins, “what color?”
Logan is sitting expectantly on the couch, watching him closely as he gathers the supplies. Wade holds up the only two shades of nail polish he owns; black and hot pink. He’s not surprised when Logan chooses black. Though, he is a bit surprised that Logan is doing this at all. Wade admires committing to the bit, but he’s already figured out exactly how this is going to go. Logan will stretch the evening out, torturing him with sexual tension, then cash in only the non-spicy tickets and assume Wade will have learned a lesson. Jokes on him, Wade hasn’t learned a lesson of any kind since sixth grade.
Logan has his feet on the coffee table, legs crossed at the ankle, looking very masculine for a guy about to have his nails painted. Wade settles beside him, grabbing his hand. Logan’s arm twitches as if his instinctual reaction to being grabbed by Wade is to smack him, but he manages to stave it off. Wade tsks at the state of Logan’s nails before beginning to carefully file them. Logan’s hands are surprisingly smooth but apparently healing factors don’t extend to cuticles. Logan’s are snagged and bitten.
Wade chatters mindlessly as he works. Logan gives him an occasional acknowledging grunt. Wade laughs when Logan wrinkles his nose at the smell of the polish. Normally when Wade does his own nails it's a huge fucking mess, but he’s determined to make this good for Logan.
When Logan’s left hand is done, Wade walks around to his roomie’s right. Only once he’s on his knees does it occur to him that Logan could have probably scooted over. He chances a little glance up and finds Logan staring at him. He looks a little crazy, shit Wade feels crazy. Logan slowly extends his right hand, and Wade is in too deep to stand up now. He’s never been one to back down from a challenge. He can’t remember what he was talking about, so he starts a new tirade about the difference between kefir and yogurt. No, you should not be concerned with why Wade could only seem to think about thick, white substances.
Wade looks over his work proudly. The black polish is so fucking hot on Logan it’s insane. Goth daddies wish they could. Wade’s been holding on to Logan’s hands for an hour, and it may be the most they have ever touched without violence involved. His stupid traitorous heart started to flutter early on and has refused to stop. The situation downstairs isn’t much better. Feeling Logan’s skin, enduring his heavy stares, it’s too much for little Wade to resist. Who gets a fucking boner giving a manicure? Probably a nail fetishist at his dream job, Wade guesses.
Logan inspects his nails casually. “How long does this shit stay on?”
“Don’t worry Pookie, I used a topcoat so it should last a couple weeks.”
Logan grimaces. Wade finally stands up.
“So, what now Angel Baby?”
Logan grins and fishes in his pocket. Finally, he produces a ticket for one sexy massage (with oil UwU). There’s a crudely drawn wolverine on a square that is probably supposed to be a massage table; his little bubble butt is draped with a towel and cartoon Wade stares at it wistfully. Wade adjusts his cardigan, when did it get so hot in here?
“Well, I-uh can’t do that for you because we-uh don’t have any oil and everyone knows you can’t have a sexy massage without getting oiled up.”
Logan raises a brow. He grabs Wade’s hand and flattens it palm up. He places a very wrinkly but perfectly spendable twenty-dollar bill in it.
“Just don’t get lavender, I hate that fucking stuff.”
Wade stares at the bill in his hand in disbelief before slowly pulling on his boots and heading to the bodega across the street. Logan is really, really committed to this bit.
When Wade returns, he hears the shower running. Before he has time to process this development, the water turns off. Logan pokes his head out of the bathroom.
“Did you find any, bub?”
Wade’s heart is in his fucking throat. “I couldn’t find massage oil, but I found coconut oil, and it should be about the same, plus its antibacterial or some shit-”
Logan cuts off his rambling, “Sounds fine. Get the couch ready, I’ll be there in a sec.”
Wade’s hands tremble slightly as he unfolds the couch. Logan rounds the corner, wearing nothing but a towel slung low on his hips. His hair is a little damp. Wade tries to stifle his girlish gasp with his hand.
“Why are your clothes still on?” Logan demands.
“What!?”
When did this become a cheesy porno? What even was Wade’s life?
Logan holds out the coupon. “This says one sexy massage. So, I figured you’d be naked.”
“Oh, uh- heh no I think you’re supposed to be naked.” Wade can’t even acknowledge that Logan associates seeing him naked with something sexy.
“That makes no fuckin' sense.” Logan crosses his arms over his massive tits and there’s a real chance Wade might hyperventilate. “Of course I’d be naked, that’s how a massage works, idiot. So, what makes it sexy then?”
“Um... mood music? Candles?”
Logan looks unconvinced.
“Uh, I can take my shirt off if you want.”
“Fucking get to it then. I swear to god I will have the full experience promised on these tickets.”
Wade makes a tiny squeak, hurrying to the kitchen to get their only candle. He grabs his phone and turns on some generic ass romance playlist. Something slow and jazzy starts to play. Logan is still standing at the couch, arms crossed, impatiently waiting. Wade fumbles trying to light the candle. Finally, he turns around to face Logan, who gestures at his shirt.
“C’mon, bub.”
Wade feels a hot flush creep down his neck. Jesus Christ when was the last time he blushed about getting naked? Hell, Logan had seen him naked before, but not like this. This was something else. Wade can’t believe how far Logan is willing to take his bluff. He pulls his shirt off and lets it land in a heap. Logan smiles, just a little. He crawls onto the bed and lays face down.
“Try to get deep if you can, my back has been killing me.”
Wade is going to die if this keeps up.
Wade has been working on Logan’s back for about thirty minutes and the soft sighs from his roommate are going to kill him. Wade would never freely admit it, but he has taken several massage classes. He had learned pretty quickly that the best way to get Ness to forgive him for whatever dumb ass thing he did was to give her a massage. After one royal fuck up (involving the Mexican army and a sexy clown) he had taken classes at the community center so he could up his game. So, believe it or not, he actually knows what he’s doing.
He can’t remember the names of the muscle groups anymore, but he knows how to relax them. His oiled hands glide over the hard planes of Logan’s shoulders as he works the muscles there. He’s so engrossed in his task he hardly remembers to talk. Logan’s back is strong, sculpted like a fucking Greek god, perfect. Feeling Logan warm and solid under his fingers is maddening, especially when Wade is rewarded with a pleased little grunt as he works a knot loose.
Logan is naked except for the towel wrapped around his waist and Wade has become obsessed with the little bit of ass he can see peeking out. He’s always known Logan had plenty of cake but, goddamn now that he’s getting a good look it really does seem obscene. Every part of Logan is so gorgeous and perfectly fuckable Wade is pretty sure he could come his brains out just rubbing against his elbow or some shit. Thoughts like that aren’t helping the frankly ridiculous boner that is still happening in his pants. He got hard over a manicure, seeing and feeling an oiled up Wolvie has deprived his brain of blood in such a way that he might have permanently lost IQ points.
The way Logan’s shoulders look when flexed and the radiating power his body exudes even at rest are images that have already been entered into the spank bank for when Wade is finally able to get to that guilty jerk off sesh. With fuel like this it’s going to be a doozy.
Logan stretches before rolling over. Wade jerks his hands away as if burned. Logan grins at him.
“What, is this not a full body massage?”
“Y-you want me to do your chest?”
Logan laughs quietly, “well, I do tend to carry a lot of tension there.”
“No fucking kidding! It’s probably a burden to lug these triple Ds around all day.”
Logan laughs again, like Wade is funny and then stretches his arms, putting his hands behind his head. His chest flexes and Wade realizes this may be his best chance to fondle Wolvertitties. He still can’t believe how far Logan is willing to go for his bluff, but it would be foolish to pass up an opportunity like this. Wade reapplies coconut oil to his hands. He starts slowly, sliding both hands along the top of the other man’s right pec. God is Logan fucking built. Wade can’t believe he wants to be touched by someone like him. He gently works the left pec before he can’t help himself anymore. He grabs a massive tit with each hand, quietly honking under his breath as he squeezes.
“Wade...” Logan warns, barely restraining a rumbling laugh.
Wade comes back to his senses a little, laughing sheepishly, “Sorry Peanut, I just had to. You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that.”
Logan shakes his head in a ‘what am I going to do with you’ kind of way and Wade can’t believe he’s gotten away with it. He lets his hands wander a little lower, feeling the incredibly hard ridges of Logan’s abs. He suddenly realizes his heart is in his throat. Logan is staring him down. Wade finally sees it. Logan is hard. The towel is doing little to hide it. Wade balks, suddenly confused. Logan can’t be into this; it’s a sick joke; a punishment being enacted on Wade. He’s not turned on, he’s teaching Wade a lesson. Logan sticks his hand under the pillow he's resting on and produces another ticket.
One handy I promise not to bring up later. Cartoon Wade has heart eyes and duct tape over his mouth, cartoon Logan snoozes behind him, little spit bubble visible. He’s clearly satisfied with Wade’s services.
Real Logan grins. “How about that happy ending?” he rumbles.
Wade can’t believe it. Logan isn’t joking.
Logan must see the fear in Wade’s face and his teasing expression drops, replaced with concern so genuine Wade could throw up.
“Hey Wade, you don’t have to-”
“No, you shut your whore mouth! I want to... I... uh just don’t want to disappoint you,” Wade admits.
“Just do whatever you were doing to my back to my dick, and we’ll be fine,” Logan laughs.
Wade was so sure Logan would never cash in this ticket, it was just a joke. But now that the moment has arrived Wade is suddenly desperate to get Logan fully naked. He yanks the towel down and is rewarded with a good look at the most glorious dick he’s ever seen. Logan is big, his dick flushed red and already leaking. Wade feels his mouth watering, but he doesn't dare to offer anything that isn't on a ticket. If that’s the game they're playing, Wade certainly doesn't want to break any rules.
He warms coconut oil in his hands before gliding them both teasingly over Logan’s cock. Logan shudders and Wade is immediately addicted. He uses both hands, working in long, slow, strokes, just like he had on Logan’s back. Logan has the kind of cock that could drive a guy absolutely insane. The sort of high-quality dick that’ll make you date a narcissist as long as the love-bombing involves tons of fucking. Wade would know, he’s not always had the best taste in men. But what Logan has puts all of his exes to shame. His cock is long and thick with a slight curve, the head perfectly proportional to everything else. Logan’s dick is flushed and precum has started to pool on his stomach as Wade works him over. Jesus Christ it’s the kind of cock Wade could suck for hours and want more. He feels his own dick throb helplessly in his pants.
As Logan squirms under his attentions, Wade increases his speed. Logan’s hips twitch upward and he lets out an honest to god moan. Wade isn’t going to make it. Suddenly, Logan grabs his wrist, not stopping him, just holding on for dear life. Logan maintains eye contact as he ruts up into Wade’s grasp.
“Oh, fuck Wade you’re gonna make me come,” he whispers. Wade moans hotly, his brain needs a reboot after hearing his name from Logan’s mouth that way, every cell in his body is now devoted to getting Logan off. Wade is panting like a dog. Logan arches, groaning prettier than anything Wade’s ever heard. He spills all over his hand; Wade works him through it, ecstatically horny.
“Can-can I?” Wade whispers, not sure how to ask for what he wants.
“Whatever you fucking want,” Logan says on a sigh. Wade doesn’t hesitate. He wraps his lips around the head and laves with his tongue, desperate to get all the mess. Logan hisses, clearly overstimulated but unwilling to tell Wade no. Logan groans and arches his back and Wade is afraid he’s reaching mind melting levels of horny that his last remaining brain cells may not be able to survive. Logan produces another coupon from behind the pillow. It’s one Wade would have sworn he’d never use, but that was before he asked for the handy so now Wade has no idea which coupons are on the table, and which (if any) are too far.
One kiss (all tongue). Cartoon Wade and Logan kiss sloppily like the dumb yaoi memes Wade has seen. He knew Logan would never get the reference but that was ok, just imagining Logan puzzling over it had made him laugh when he drew it. It’s less funny and more mind-blowingly horny right now.
Wade rushes down to kiss Logan. Their tongues slide together messily and Wade groans. Logan’s lips are so soft and searching. His tongue darts into Wade’s mouth and Wade realizes he’s tasting himself. The whine that escapes his throat is shameful but completely involuntary. Logan is a fucking freak, and Wade could not be more excited. Logan finally breaks for air.
“This is -ah-a full-service massage parlor and you’ve had your happy ending, now it’s time for the tip Sir,” Wade chances, wondering if he can push this a bit farther even though he’s kind of terrified.
Logan growls and brandishes a new coupon.
“I want a lot more than the tip, Wade.”
Ride ‘em cowgirl! The coupon features a little Deadpool with a cowboy hat, pink cow print bikini over his suit, and heart eyes.
Its meaning is pretty clear, even if Wade had been too demure to write it out word for word. This is the one he’s been most afraid of. This is the one that was 100% a joke, Logan would never use it. It was supposed to be funny. But here they were. And if this was his only chance to get his world rocked by the Wolverine, Wade sure as fuck wasn’t going to miss it.
“Holy shit you want me to ride you? I’m not a natural bottom but I'm willing to try,” Wade giggles.
“Well, the coupon doesn't specify who-”
“Wait, are you saying you want to ride me?” This new possibility is lighting up his nerves and Wade has to breathe carefully to avoid ruining his sweatpants. Logan hasn’t answered so Wade keeps talking “Oh my god, seriously? Are you trying to tell me you wanna bottom for me?” Wade can see Logan has gone pink from the tips of his ears to the tops of his shoulders, but he says nothing.
“Holy shit, remember that time I saved those orphans?” he whispers conspiratorially.
Logan balks, clearly upset about the change of topic
“I know I saved like thirty of 'em from a fiery death, but I didn’t figure that was enough for me to go to super heaven when I died. Cause obviously I died and went to super heaven without noticing.”
Logan rumbles with laughter and sits up. He uses both hands to force Wade to lie back on the bed. Even though he knows it’s coming Wade still gasps when Logan grabs the waistband of his pants and slides them down. His dick springs free and Wade worries he may seem overeager until he sees Logan’s face. Logan looks down his body, eyes half lidded and the fact that he’s impressed is clear. It’s the best compliment Wade has ever received.
“Goddamn, you’re fucking huge, Wade,” Logan says under his breath. Forget the other thing, that is the best compliment Wade has ever received. It makes an embarrassing little whimper slide out of his mouth. Logan grabs the jar of coconut oil off the end table and scoops out a generous portion. Once it’s melted, he grips Wade’s dick and slicks him up. Logan’s touch is like being electrocuted and despite his best effort Wade’s hips leave the bed. Logan grins a surprisingly sadistic grin before speeding up his hand.
“Easy, be still,” Logan commands calmly, and though his touch is gentle his hand does not slow. Wade does his best. Finally, Logan gets more oil and reaches behind himself. Wade whines, wishing he had a better view but afraid to say anything and ruin the momentum. After a moment Logan straddles him around the waist. Wade lifts his head to get a good look at Logan’s hard cock swinging deliciously, mere inches away.
He tries to lean up, curious to see if he can reach it, when Logan pushes him back down onto the bed with surprising force. He towers over Wade, looking very masculine and intimidating for a man about to take it in the ass. The oil on his chest and shoulders shine gently and Wade wonders where he went right in his life to end up pinned under an oiled-up Wolverine.
Logan reaches back and grasps his dick gently. Wade sucks in a breath as he feels Logan line himself up. Both of them are slippery and apparently very ready for it. There’s surprisingly little work up before Logan has fully seated himself.
“Jeeesus Peanut you’re a fucking champ.”
Logan rolls his hips forward experimentally, laughing at Wade’s reaction. “Not my first rodeo,” he quips and Wade laughs, a kind of happy delirium settling over him.
Logan plants his hands on Wade’s chest and uses the leverage to fuck backward onto Wade’s dick. Wade grabs his hips but finds Logan won’t allow him to set his pace, so he happily settles for just holding on while Wolvie rides.
“Oh Fuck, Logan you feel so good. You’re so fucking tight.”
“And you’re fucking huge.”
“Ohhh Jesus Wolvie I’m gonna pop right now if you say shit like that.”
“Oh, but you’re allowed to tell me how tight I am? Besides, don’t matter to me if you pop right now I’m gettin mine either way.” Logan leans down enough to whisper in Wade’s ear. “If you wanna come then come, you got more than one in ya, don’t ya big boy?”
Wade arches so hard that Logan has to push him back onto the mattress with both hands, chuckling low in his throat.
Wade has never been fucked like this. Logan starts lifting his hips, pulling almost all the way off before crashing back down onto Wade. He wonders vaguely if Logan plans to power-bottom him to death. It would be a surprisingly good end to his train wreck of a life.
Logan’s body is so strong and he’s so heavy. Hundreds of pounds of pure Canadian muscle and adamantium pin him to the mattress. Wade watches his abs dreamily as they flex from Logan’s efforts. The pleasure paired with the visual is so intense that Wade has to give himself breaks by closing his eyes. He really doesn’t want to pop instantly like some fumbling teen, but Logan is trying his best to make him.
It's crass and kind of porn-y but Wade can’t help himself; he reaches down to feel where he disappears into the tight heat of Logan’s body. When he makes contact with the ring of muscle and feels how tightly it’s stretched around him he groans pitifully, allowing his head to flop back down on the pillow. Logan seems to preen at Wade’s attention, purposefully grinding his hips down, slow and dirty. He runs a hand through his hair and Wade could swear he flexed a bicep unnecessarily.
“Shit! Fuck, Logan, baby I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that!” Wade’s voice cracks and he’d be embarrassed if it wasn’t for the fact that no man could endure what he’s going through gracefully.
“I don’t want ya to last, ya fucking idiot,” Logan growls.
“Ohhh fuck yeah tell me how stupid I am!” Wade manages to get a tiny bit of leverage, using it to fuck up into Logan.
“I got a better idea,” Logan sneers and produces another coupon from seemingly nowhere, like the world's sexiest magician.
five min of silence
“Oh, you dirty bitch!” Wade complains.
“Rules are rules bub. Keep that trap shut.”
Wade ends up shoving the end of Wolvie’s discarded towel into his mouth to try to stifle the praise flowing out of his mouth at Logan’s efforts.
“You’re never gonna want to put your dick anywhere else huh? You won’t either,” Logan hisses with a surprising not of finality. “Actually, I don’t want you to even touch yourself without asking me first, got it?” Wade whines happily, nodding furiously. “I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else, you’re never gonna wanna put your dick in anything other than me again.”
Wade groans low, his toes curling in his socks, eyes rolling back in his head. Logan is trying to dirty talk him to death. He’s staring up at Logan trying to keep quiet when a drop of sweat rolls down Logan’s nose and splashes on his face. Wade is so horny he could die at any second. He spits the towel out.
“Logi baby, I can’t do it! Have mercy!”
“Well,” Logan heaves a heavy faux sigh, “three minutes is pretty close to five. Want me to cash in the other two tomorrow?”
“Goddd yes.”
“Fine,” Logan agrees, but as punishment increases his pace.
Wade has stammered every bit of praise his short-circuiting brain could come up with but has still been woefully unable to quantify with words just how good Logan feels. There’s a deep pool of heat in his gut and he knows when he does come it’s going to be life altering. His nerves are lit up like fucking Christmas and every touch from Logan, every clench of his body or flex from his muscles makes Wade feel like he’s gonna cry.
“You’ve held out a long time,” Logan congratulates, “wanna come?”
Wade does cry a little as he nods enthusiastically. Logan smiles at him before grabbing his jaw and gently forcing his lips apart. “Keep that pretty little mouth open.” Wade does as he’s told. “I’m gonna come in that smart mouth of yours and you’re gonna come in me. Sound good?” Wade is panting like a fucking dog. He swears he can feel his eyes glass over. His eyes are probably all dilated pupil like a fucking shark or something. Logan leans back, his hands clutching Wade’s thighs and begins to chase his pleasure more intently. Watching Logan use his dick to pleasure himself is profoundly arousing, like don’t know if it can ever be topped kind of arousing.
Wade feels his own orgasm building and he knows he can’t hold out any longer.
“Can I come in you?” His voice is strained and whiney.
“You fuckin better, idiot.” Logan hisses, doubling his speed like the glorious fuck machine he apparently is. Wade isn’t gonna make it, he’s never gonna walk again cause his toes are gonna be permanently curled. Wade’s eyes roll back and his orgasm hits him like a fucking nuke.
“Yeah fuck! Good boy, fill me up darlin’! Pump me full,” Logan growls directly into his ear as he lets his hips grind dirty, pushing Wade impossibly deeper. A greased up Wolverine demanding that he come in him is almost too much for Wade to bear. A second wave of pleasure rocks him and it feels like every cell in his body is aware he just had the best orgasm of his life.
Logan leans back, grabbing his thighs again and comes with a low growl. Several spurts land on his neck and chest but Wade leans up (like a good boy) to ensure the last few splash across his tongue.
They before gulp down air before slowly disentangle themselves. There’s a beat of silence. Wade is terrified that things will be different now, in a bad way. Surely post-nut clarity will hit Logan and he’ll realize he made a horrible mistake. Wade braces himself for things to be awkward except… they're not. Logan flops down on the bed exuding a kind of easy confidence that Wade envies deeply. Logan doesn’t rush to cover himself, instead he stretches languidly and indicates with a pat that Wade should lay next to him.
“You’re a fucking tease,” Logan laughs, “Always walking around in your fucking tiny shorts and goddamn crop tops. Pants so tight I can see your fucking dick print in everything you wear. And the things you say to me! And now you’re gonna be shy?”
“I’m so sorry Mr. Howlett I didn’t know you found me so irresistible.” The banter is easy, normal, and it’s making Wade’s eyes sting.
“Well, maybe if you didn’t dress like the prettiest slut on the cheer team all the time you’d be easier to resist.”
“Big talk from a man whose tits can barely be contained by civilian clothing.”
“You’re such a fucking idiot,” Logan sounds too serious suddenly.
“Don’t worry baby, I know I popped quick but I can go again!”
“Not that!” Logan grunts, “I’ve been trying to tell you forever.”
Wade thinks back to all the times Logan has held the door open for him, taken a bullet for him, dug bullets out of him so he doesn’t have to heal around them. He thinks about Logan on the couch, Sunday morning light filtering in the busted blinds and dust swirling in the shaft of sun. About his lazy smile when he asks if Wade wants to watch his stupid trash TV.
“Oh,” Wade breathes, “Holy shit! You love me! A-and I love you back!”
Logan rolls his eyes. “Yeah, but you’re just so fucking stupid.”
Wade grins. “But you looove it!”
“You and your stupid coupons,” Logan grumbles. “Practically begging me for what you were too dumb to ask for. You couldn’t tell me a single thing you wanted but ya did write it down and… fucking illustrate it. Havin’ the nerve to be shocked when I cashed them all in.”
Wade’s brain is still playing catch up. He can’t think of any way to defend himself so instead he quips, “Well, you didn’t use all of the coupons!” but Logan is already one step ahead of him. The last two coupons are in his hand and he waves them in front of Wade’s face.
One kiss, no tongue!
One 10 second hug.
Logan pulls him into a kiss that is painfully gentle. Tender enough to confirm to Wade that Logan really does love him. The ache that settles in his chest is surprisingly painful, and surprisingly sweet. Logan wraps him up in his arms and hugs him like he can’t live without him. Wade’s head is pillowed on Logan’s chest. There are tears in his eyes for no particular reason.
“This hug may have been longer than ten seconds,” he tries to pick up his merc with the mouth persona but the cadence of it is strangely inaccessible to him at the moment. So, Logan was trying to teach him something. Who knows, maybe this will stick after all.
“Do you want me to stop?” Logan teases, squeezing a little tighter.
“No…”
“Then shut up.”
“Kay.”
Wade, predictably, does not shut up. Logan holds him anyway.