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It takes only a few days for what feels like all of Wade’s dreams to come true. It’s funny how life throws you curveballs like that- one minute, you’re stapling a wig to your head and selling tired couples minivans to haul their kids, begging for a chance at Stark tower, and the next, you’re working side by side with the one guy you’ve been desperate to get your hands on for what seems like your whole life. And wow, is he a good handful. Wade refuses to be blamed for his wandering eyes whenever he’s in the vicinity of Logan, because would anybody really be able to tear their gaze off of that incredible specimen? Despite the fact that he spends pretty much every waking moment snarling and angry and rearing for a fight- still hot by the way, if you ask Wade- he still looks fucking good while doing it. Yeah, they’re doing something important, very important, world-saving important, but in the meantime, Wade will take his pleasures where he can get them. Everything else is kind of going to shit right now, frankly.
He’ll admit, he fucked up. As soon as he utters that fateful sentence in the van, he feels a punch to the gut with the force of this particular fuck-up. The van screeches to a lurching halt, spinning out a little in its hasty stop, lurching Wade forward and churning his stomach just a little. Just enough to let it sink in that he’s gotten himself in trouble. But he keeps eye contact with Logan when he demands that he repeat what he said. And, well, he guesses there’s not necessarily a better time to just come out and say things for what they are- he may have in fact made an educated wish to get Logan to stick with him, and yeah, it might be what some people might call manipulative, but he’s never been above doing what he needs to do in order to get things done, even if he has to get a little shitty and underhanded. Morally flexible, and all that. That’s just his style. And frankly, he would’ve said anything he had to in order to get Logan to come with him and stay. So he did. Never let it be said that he isn’t dedicated to his job.
Of course, Logan doesn’t see it that way. He wouldn’t. And that’s why Wade never elaborated, until now, in this moment, where he’s been forced to. His leg burns with the pain of the stab wounds from Logan’s claws in his thighs, the blood soaking the seat under him hot. And then it really goes to shit when Logan decides to stab him in a different way, verbally reaming him and managing to hit several very delicate spots on the way down.
Is he proud of how he handles this? Hard to say. He is, after all, a guy who primarily uses violence to solve a lot of his problems these days. And while it’s a bit of a shame to punch Logan’s pretty face, fuck does it feel good. The adrenaline is already pumping before he even says the words “I’m going to fight you now,” because he knows how this will end; no way he’s getting out of pulling that move without getting more claws sunken into his body.
He has one very brief millisecond to appreciate that Logan looks kinda hot with blood dripping from his nose before his prediction about the claws becomes true.
The bubble of tension that’s been tightening around them finally, epically bursts as they spring into action. Wade can hardly keep track of what he’s doing really, in the rush of adrenaline and pain, his body singing with the thrill of the fight. The tight quarters of the van make it even more fun, in its own little way, and even when they manage to toss each other out of the vehicle several times, they always go right back in. Would it be more practical to fight outside? Well, obviously. But there really is something to be said about the intimacy of such a close-quarters fight, constantly feeling the heat of Logan’s body against him, covered in each other’s blood as it drips all over each other, hands on bodies and blades in flesh. Logan’s hot breath in his face when he’s on or under him, and well, Wade is glad that Logan seems to be so absorbed in the fight that he doesn’t notice how fucking hard Wade is under his suit the whole time. Now, this is a thrill he can get behind. Who knew the kind of catharsis that could be achieved by viciously, violently wrecking another person beyond normal limits? They’re both panting, sweating, winded and bloody, but with every stab, gash, and angry roar, Wade feels better. It feels good, in way; more ways than one.
And there comes a moment, as they both start to slow down a little, where he thinks about just how good it feels. His dick has not softened a bit the entire time this thing has been going on, and now that they’re slowing down, he has time and brainpower to actually think about that fact. He’s been pretty focused on the fact that he’s been getting ripped to shreds, conscious and unconscious as Logan got him in the head a few times, stray brain matter splattered across the shitty beige interior of the van, but now- now he’s got the processing power to be aware of the discomfort of his raging boner. He can’t say he’s surprised, though, can he even be blamed? Even when he’s trying to kill him, Logan is sex on legs. The weight of his body against Wade,the mass of muscle, the intimacy of being literally on top of each other, grabbing wrists and ankles and waists- well. What is he supposed to do here, not be horny and get a complex about it? As if.
It’s dark outside, now. Wade has no idea how long they’ve been doing this, and he doesn’t fucking care, frankly. They’re both still panting, but the fight has pretty much fizzled out. Logan is half on top of Wade, and Wade is laid out across one of the flattened front seats, trying to catch his breath and not think too hard about how fucking tight his crotch is. But it’s really, really hard not to focus on it, especially now that it’s quiet, the only sounds their heavy breathing as they come down from the fight, the rustling of trees in the slight breeze outside, and the creak of the van that has been beaten to hell.
Logan lets out a gruff groan as he pulls himself up a little, and Wade doesn’t really let himself think about the decision to pull him up on top of him fully. He’s got a puzzled look in his eyes, but Wade just keeps himself in motion- he unhooks his cowl from his suit, lifts it just enough to expose his mouth and jaw, and crushes it against Logan’s.
The other man goes stiff. Wade pushes through, for just a couple more seconds, and he’ll back off if Logan pushes off, or stabs him, or starts yelling and getting angry again, but- he doesn’t. He’s only stiff for a few seconds, long enough to make Wade start to regret his decision, before he grabs hold of Wade’s body firmly and starts returning the kiss.
He tastes like shit. He tastes like blood and sweat and sour old alcohol, and he smells like all those things too, but Wade has never been more turned on in his fucking life. They grip each other a little too hard, panting harshly into each other’s mouths as they kiss almost violently. There’s teeth, lips get snagged and new blood gets drawn, but they lick it off each others’ mouths in a sort of animalistic fashion.
And, oh. That’s right. Logan is an animal- he is, after all, the Wolverine for a goddamn reason. This is, without a doubt, the hottest thing that’s ever happened to Wade. He’s trembling a little from it all. Between the healing, the pain, the come-down from the adrenaline, and the lust that feels like it’s driving him insane, his body is shaking under Logan. He sets his gloved hands into the other man’s sweat-matted hair, tugging, making him groan. They don’t really say anything, just kiss like they’re trying to eat each other alive.
Finally, after God knows how long, they break apart and stay apart for more then three seconds. Logan’s brows are furrowed, but that’s not exactly a new look. Wade still feels like his dick is trying to explode out of his suit.
“You’re the most annoying fucking person I’ve ever met,” Logan says, voice husky. “I really can’t fucking stand you.”
Wade wiggles his hips against Logan’s, letting him get a good feel of his erection. There’s no way he hasn’t noticed it yet, but he wants to really emphasize it.
“Keep talking to me like that, I’ll come,” Wade says in a floaty voice.
He can’t help but notice, however, that Logan is also packing. It can be a little hard to tell, through the thickness of the suit, but it’s pretty unmistakable. He lets a little groan escape his lips.
“Is that all for me, peanut? Oh, baby, you shouldn’t have. I haven’t even been very good.”
Logan’s eyes flash. “There’s really nothing that can make you shut the fuck up, is there?”
Wade shrugs, grinning a little manically. “Well, there are a few ways, sugar bear-”
He doesn’t get to finish his sentence. Logan grabs his throat. Their bodies are flush, hot and heaving, and hard, and Wade is seeing stars.
“Think I can manage to find one,” Logan growls.
His grip on Wade’s throat tightens. Not even in a deadly way, but it’s still enough to make him wheeze a little. And then he starts moving. Wade lets out a strangled noise as he feels their clothed cocks brush, and it’s seconds before Logan picks up the pace. He keeps his hands on Wade’s throat while he humps, undulating his hips against Wade’s, and oh, he feels like his pupils should be heart-shaped right now. He just weakly clings to Logan’s massive shoulders and lets it happen, a manic, blissful smile on his exposed mouth as Logan just holds him down by the throat and uses him. This is good. This is better than what he was hoping for. Here he was, thinking it was going to be some rushed, embarrassed handjobs that would be way too embarrassing to bring up later, but this- this is fucking good, this is spectacular, this has Wade making noises he didn’t know he could even make. He can’t even be bothered to be self-conscious about how pathetic he sounds right now, because his body is on fire with this. His labored breathing makes it even better, and the look on Logan’s face makes him feel like his dick could cut steel right now; brows furrowed, face flush, looking somehow angry and blissed out at once, his chest shuddering with his hitched breaths as he just goes to fucking town.
Wade doesn’t last very long at all. He’s not even embarrassed when he comes, flooding his own underwear, shaking and shuddering and making truly obscene noises. Logan doesn’t let go, doesn’t let up, even when Wade is keening from oversensitivity, even pumping his hips a little harder. He’s grunting and groaning, and Wade is in literal fucking heaven, fuck he sounds incredible- and then he teeters over the edge, and lets out a low, drawn-out groan that Wade can feel reverberating through his chest. He’s never seen anything so erotic in his entire life. They shudder against each other, and after a few moments, Logan loosens his grip on Wade’s throat.
He gasps at the rush of air, and continues gasping for a few moments, head spinning with the rush of oxygen and endorphins.
“Never thought you were gonna let me come,” he pants, looking up at Logan’s flushed face. “You’ve been inside me all day, baby, I really thought we were playing some sort of edging game there.”
Logan tiredly clamps a hand over his mouth. “Shut. The fuck up.”
“I did for a minute, you saw that with your own eyes. You found one of my buttons- what a good boy!” His voice is muffled under Logan’s thickly gloved hand, but he knows he hears him.
He does not, in fact, shut the fuck up, and ends the night being tied up by every single seatbelt in the van. He doesn’t even remember falling asleep, despite the way his tired body had been screaming at him the whole time. He just wakes up in a new location.
They don’t really talk about it.
Part of it is the fact that there’s no damn time. There’s way more important shit going on. Epic battles, sad music, almost dying- that whole thing. Being tossed out of the Void and fighting the Deadpool Corp, the whole thing with the Time Ripper and the second British villain who wants to use it to destroy the world, yadda yadda. And at the very least, on Wade’s part, he doesn’t have any regrets. Even if Logan doesn’t ever wanna talk about it again, even if it was a one-time, heat of the moment kind of thing, Wade can be satisfied with that. It’s not exactly an opportunity that comes around every day, and he can let himself be content with one encounter. He’s not embarrassed about it, even if he did make a bit of a fool of himself. He’s always making a fool of himself, that’s his natural state of being, so that doesn’t bother him in the slightest. And he’s never been the kind of guy to shy away from the things that he wants. Almost dying kind of does that to you.
He would be lying if he said he didn’t wanna talk about it, but that’s just because he would be very eager for more. He won’t push his luck, though. And again- other shit going on.
The opportunity for self-sacrifice is, well… it’s something. He knows Logan wants to do it. As soon as Paradox says whoever forms the bridge will be turned into dust on the wind, he knows exactly what Logan is going to do. He’s gonna make some noble speech about how Wade still has all this shit to live for, and as the “worst” Wolverine, it’s his moral duty or some shit to let himself get blasted into smithereens. But Wade doesn’t even wanna fucking hear it, really.
His secret is that he doesn’t mind the sacrifice at all. Yes, he does have people waiting for him on the other side. He did this whole thing to keep them safe. He dragged himself and Logan through the Void and bashed a lot of skulls to get here. But really, if you were to ask him, he’s not the one who deserves a second chance. What has he really done to earn it? Not much, if you were to ask him.
So he locks Logan out of the chamber, and he cracks his jokes, because that’s kind of his coping mechanism. He accepted that he wants to do this, but he isn’t lying when he tells Logan that he is kind of actually nervous about dying for real. But whatever, right? There are other Deadpools. Somewhere out there is a Wade Wilson who has his cake and gets to eat it, too, and he thinks that’s enough for him.
He won’t lie, when Logan bursts through the door and wraps his hand around Wade’s wrist, he feels a lot more than he might be willing to admit. He can’t focus too hard on it, due to the pain that’s tearing his body apart on a cellular level, but God, is he ever grateful for this stupid, insane man. And thank fuck for fan service, because he at least does get a delicious eyeful of Logan’s beautifully carved chest after his shirt bursts. At least he has something pretty to look at while he’s flayed apart.
It all ends in beautiful friendship. Hand-holding, dramatic lighting, Madonna in the background- really, it’s all perfect in a way Wade couldn’t have made better himself.
And of course, he has no choice but to bring him home. What else was he gonna do, let his dream man walk away? Fat fucking chance. He’s not letting Logan do the whole sadly roaming by himself while lost in his sorrows thing, not on his fucking watch. Whether he likes it or not, he has Wade now, and Laura, and a whole bunch of other people, and Wade will be damned if he lets him go find a corner to sulk off to and drink away the rest of his life. There are options, now, and Wade will be forcing him to take them. If there’s one thing he can do right in all of this, it’s keeping Logan like a stray dog that wandered into his yard. He’ll thank him for it later. Probably.
He talks to Vanessa at the party, at Logan’s encouragement. Her presence is comforting, and when they hold hands, it’s familiar and comfortable in a way that will always put him at ease. Her smile is ever a beacon for him. He gets choked up a little, when he tells her he did it for her. Because he did. And he tells her- even if she doesn’t want him back, even if they never go back to the way things were, he loves her, and he will always do what he can to keep her safe. It feels good to say those things. He doesn’t think they’re getting back together, though. It feels… not as bad as he anticipated. It feels good enough for him right now to know that she knows he loves her, that he cares, but he can make peace with this. He knows she loves him too, and even if things are different now, that doesn’t really change. It feels good. Natural.
When the party clears out, it’s just Wade and Logan on the fire escape. Logan has a cigar, they both have a beer, and they’re just quietly sitting together, not quite but almost shoulder to shoulder. There’s been a tension between them, since the smoke cleared and they finished the whole saving the world business. There hasn’t been time to talk about it, with the aftermath, but now, in the quiet, sitting on the fire escape at almost one am, Wade can feel that tension again. For once, he doesn’t quite know what to do with it.
He doesn’t have to worry though, because surprisingly, Logan breaks the silence first.
”You’re quiet for once. Without being choked this time.”
Wade lets out a startled noise. “So does that mean you’re thinking about it, too? What happened?”
He knows he doesn’t have to specify. Logan brought up choking, and they both know where he pulled that shit from. He finally looks over at Wade, one eyebrow slightly arched, and doesn’t break eye contact as he takes a puff of his cigar and ashes it over the edge of the escape. Wade’s fingers tingle. He considers asking Logan to put it out on him.
”You have something seriously wrong with you,” Logan continues. “Like, you are genuinely fucked in the head. I’ve met a lot of people who are fucked up, but you?” He shakes his head and takes a swig of his beer. “Don’t think I’ve ever had anyone pop a fuckin stiffy while I was stabbin’ ‘em.”
Wade shrugs, a grin tugging the corner of his mouth. “What can I say? I’m not like other girls.”
Logan rolls his eyes. “No, you really fuckin aren’t.”
”But I don’t think you are either, peanut- it takes two to tango, baby. And we sure did fucking tango. You liked it.” He narrows his eyes a little, giving Logan his best shit-stirring smile. “Don’t act like it was a one-sided thing, you got pretty excited to be doing the stabbing, sugar. Not that I’m complaining. God, I’m not complaining. I don’t think I’ve ever been stabbed so… erotically. Makes my balls tingle just thinking about it.”
Logan lets out a snort, shaking his head again. “You’re disgusting.”
”It’s part of the charm.”
”No it fuckin isn’t.”
He laughs. “You can say that all you want, but I do still get the bragging rights for making the Wolverine come in his pants. In his suit, no less. I think I should get a medal or something for that, it’s a pretty fucking solid achievement. I didn’t even have to touch you.” He swallows a little hard, and leans forward, getting way into Logan’s personal space. “But I would touch you, oh fucking God would I touch you.”
There’s silence. They just stare at each other. But Wade isn’t backing down from this one, not this time, not after getting the experience he did in that shitty van. He’ll push whatever buttons he has to, if it lets him get more opportunities to get to know Logan biblically. It’s his right as Marvel Jesus, after all.
“Don’t get shy on me now, peanut,” Wade whispers. “You’re allowed to take what you want. Didn’t think I’d have to make it so fucking obvious, but some of us are all brawn and no brains. You’re pretty enough that it doesn’t bother me.” He flashes a grin. “Now, be honest with me- did you really think I was finished with you? Cause I don’t think you’re finished with me, sugar.”
”Don’t call me pretty,” Logan growls, before seizing Wade’s jaw and pulling him into a kiss.
Just like their first kiss, it’s not gentle at all. There’s an edge to it, a hunger, and he is not going to ever complain about it. He scrambles into Logan’s lap with no grace and what should be an embarrassing sense of urgency, but he does not give a fuck about his dignity right now. Who needs dignity when the goddamn Wolverine is grabbing his hips and kissing him like he’s starving for it? Wade slides his hands into Logan’s hair, thrilled to feel the texture of it with his bare hands, and shudders a little with the knowledge that they don’t have their suits in the way this time. Civilian clothes are much thinner, much easier to work around and remove. Wade can feel the heat of Logan’s body, the contours of his muscle through the thin fabric of the flannel and tank top he has on under it, and he wants to vibrate out of his skin with the sheer excitement of it.
“Gorgeous,” Wade gasps between kisses. “Stunning. Sexy. Hunky.”
”Christ, shut up,” Logan growls.
”Make me, honey, I know you’ve got some ideas about how you want to.”
Logan lets out a low sound, and Wade yelps as he just stands right up, holding onto him and keeping his body against him. He knocks over one of the beer bottles, and it spills through the grate of the fire escape and onto the street below. He doesn’t know where the cigar ended up, and honestly, right now, it could start a fire and he wouldn’t give a fuck, because Logan is carrying him back into the apartment, staring at him like he wants to eat him alive, and he’s so hard he can’t fucking think.
He’s unceremoniously tossed onto the shitty couch. Al is sleeping behind the closed door of the bedroom with Mary Puppins, and he’s glad neither of them have to be party for whatever the fuck is about to happen here.
Logan stands in front of him, breathing heavily, and undoes his jeans. Wade swallows hard, eyes going wide, and he just lets everything happen. He gets a sinfully brief glimpse of Logan’s cock before those big hands grab the back of his head and shove him onto it. He lets out a filthy moan as Logan’s cock gets shoved into his throat. This is heaven. Logan’s cock is thick and heavy in his mouth, filling it, brushing the back of his throat and making him roll his eyes back with it. He has no hair to grip, but Logan keeps a tight grip on the back of his neck.
”Yeah, I do know how to make you shut the fuck up,” he says, voice low, and Wade moans again.
He proceeds to let himself be used for a truly brutal face fucking. He can’t think about anything else but the cock in his mouth, the hands on his head and neck, the way Logan is groaning and panting while he thrusts mercilessly into Wade’s throat. His eyes are watering, there’s an obscene amount of drool spilling out of his mouth, and the sounds coming from his throat and mouth are explicit in a way that’s reserved for the raunchiest porn videos. He lets himself gag and choke, does his best to put a little flair in it, moving his tongue as much as he can with the ruthless pace Logan is maintaining.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Knew that mouth had to be good for somethin.”
Wade moans pathetically. His own cock is straining so hard against his pants that it’s painful, but he barely has the mental power to process it. Now that he’s not bloody and sweaty and un-showered, Logan tastes musky, salty, so fucking good it makes him dizzy. He lets his hands hang, doesn’t even try to fight or brace or do anything- just lets Logan snap his hips against his mouth and fuck into it with abandon. The way Logan is panting, grunting, sends Wade into orbit with the rest of it. Wade’s jaw is already sore, and he can feel how swollen his mouth is, but any fucks he had to give about it are long gone.
”What’s all that shit you said about swallowing? Somethin about preferring it. Well, you’re gonna.”
Wade shudders and moans. Tears are streaming down his face, drool down his chin, soaking his shirt, and he wants it so fucking bad that he would beg, if he could talk around the cock using his throat. He feels it pulse and twitch, gasps and moans at the feeling, and starts to suck, hard. Logan shudders and swears under his breath, gripping the back of Wade’s neck hard enough to bruise.
”Shit-“ Logan spits out, and that’s all the warning he gets before his mouth is flooded with cum, hot and salty.
Wade does as he’s told, what he’s good at, and he does his best to swallow the load being given to him, while Logan groans and keeps thrusting like he’s trying to make sure he empties himself entirely. He’s gagging more, some of it slips out with the drool still falling out of his mouth, but he could fucking care less. He springs into action, just a little, bringing his hands up so he can grab Logan’s hips and hold on while he works. Logan’s thrusts die down, and Wade uses the opportunity to start bobbing his head, licking Logan clean with broad sweeps of his tongue. After a few moments of this, Logan hisses with oversensitvity and pulls out.
Wade stays where he is, half seated on the couch, and just leans his head against Logan’s hip, gasping to catch his breath. His hands fall back down, and he gasps against the denim of Logan’s jeans. His face is soaked in tears and drool and a little cum. His throat clenches, empty, and his jaw is already aching, but fuck if it doesn’t feel good.
“Fuck,” he finally gasps, and his voice is absolutely wrecked, hoarse and ragged. “Holy fuck. Jesus Christ, you can do that to me whenever you want.”
He finally pulls back enough to look back up at Logan. He looks down at him, face a little flushed, and runs a hand over his head. He hooks his fingers under Wade’s chin, lifts his face to meet his eyes better. Wordlessly, he uses his thumbs to swipe tears and drool off of his face.
”Good look for you,” he says gruffly.
”Yes, yes, I’m a very good boy- now if I don’t get my dick touched it’s going to literally fucking explode.”
Logan rolls his eyes. Wade thinks for a moment that he’s gonna leave him hanging, painfully hard and covered in drool, his mouth tasting like his cum, and he would honestly be fine with that. It’s kinda hot.
But Logan doesn’t leave him hanging- he pushes Wade down onto the couch so he’s fully seated on it again, and climbs on top of him. He doesn’t break eye contact as he undoes Wade’s own jeans, and he groans as his erection is finally pulled free of the confines of them, the pressure of the zipper releasing blissful. Logan brushes his fingertips over the top of his clothed erection, and he swears with a gasp, hips hitching of their own accord.
”Bet you’d be real noisy if I let ya,” Logan whispers.
Wade whimpers. “Baby, I’m the merc with the mouth. That applies to fucking.” Logan doesn’t comment on how breathless he sounds.
He gasps as Logan yanks his underwear down, fully freeing his cock. He keeps eye contact as he takes it in hand, and fucking hell, it feels so good, Wade has to hold himself back from bursting at that touch alone. Logan doesn’t make any commentary about how it feels, with the scarred skin that covers his body, just wraps his big, warm hand around it and starts moving. He looks down once, to spit onto it, and Wade shudders.
”God, yes, spit on me daddy,” Wade moans, and Logan raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything.
His grip is firm. His weight in Wade’s lap is solid, encompassing, and Wade indulges himself in bringing his hands up, running them up Logan’s back under the flannel, and gripping his shoulders. Logan uses his other hand to brace against the back of the couch, and Wade’s eyes flutter shut as he bucks his hips into his hand, letting the pleasure of it take over. He feels it down into his toes, his body on fire with it, and he digs his nails into Logan’s shoulders. He can feel the sweat on Logan’s back, the pulling of his muscles as he moves.
”Fuck, those hands,” Wade moans. “I want those fingers in me, peanut, I bet they’re so good. I know you’ve been inside me already, but you think you can do it without the claws? Love ‘em, don’t get me wrong, babe, but fuck, your hands are big.”
Logan shudders a little. “And you think you earned that?”
Wade gasps a little. “Fuck no. But I’ll beg, if you want it.”
Logan grunts. He picks up the pace of his strokes a little, and Wade leans forward and bites into his shoulder to muffle the keen that escapes him. Logan grunts when Wade’s teeth sink into him, and he swears he can feel his cock twitch. He tucks that into the back of his brain, and goes back to using his brainpower to fuck into Logan’s hand, shuddering and moaning into his skin.
it doesn’t really take long- Wade was already pent up, and after getting face-fucked, he’s surprised he held on as long as he did. He sinks his teeth back into Logan’s shoulder so he doesn’t scream and wake up Al as he shudders and spills all over Logan’s hand.
“Fuck, shit, fuck,” he gasps when he trusts himself not to scream, taking his teeth out of Logan. He’s still shaky. Logan wipes his hand on Wade’s jeans, and climbs off him to sit next to him on the couch.
Wade doesn’t allow this breach of contact, and swings himself back into Logan’s lap. He snakes his arms around his neck, burying his head in the crook between neck and shoulder, and busies himself kissing and licking at the skin there, lapping up the sweat with his tongue. Logan doesn’t protest or throw him off, and actually brings his hands to Wade’s hips again, grabbing his ass a little. He even groans a little softly, and Wade grins wickedly against his neck. Oh, this is what heaven really is.
“What are you tryin to accomplish over there?” Logan finally asks.
”Maybe I’m goading you into round two,” Wade whispers. “If your refractory period is anything like mine, I know you can get it up, honey badger. Got somewhere even better for you to put it than this pretty mouth, if you want it.”
“Your mouth ain’t pretty.” His voice is husky, though, and Wade can feel him getting hard under him.
”I won't deny that,” he says, and pulls away from Logan’s neck to make eye contact. “You still seem awfully excited though. You wanna fuck me, peanut? I told you I’m not a natural bottom, but I won’t get mad at you if you make it fit.” He says that last part directly into Logan’s ear, one hand slipping down to where Logan’s cock is now already hard again between his legs.
Logan’s grip on his ass tightens. There’s a rumble in his chest.
“Dumb slut,” he whispers.
”Oh, honey, how did you know I love pet names?” Wade purrs.
“You’re fucking insufferable.”
He just smiles. “What’s it gonna be, peanut?”
Logan pulls Wade’s pants down his hips suddenly, getting them down as far as he can considering their position. Wade shimmies a little, allowing himself to stand long enough to drop everything to his ankles. He gets comfortably back on Logan’s lap, spreading his legs and looking at the other man with his best doe eyes. Logan rolls his eyes, and then narrows them.
“We don’t have any lube.”
“You’ve got spit,” Wade says matter-of-factly. Don’t be afraid to use it, baby. And don’t worry about hurting me- adds to the thrill.”
Logan’s eyes are dark. What a gentleman, asking about lube. Normally, Wade would be advocating for it- but there’s something to the image of Logan stretching him out with sheer willpower and spit. It makes him twitch. But he sees how much it gets to Logan, too, the way his pupils blow out a little, the way his mouth parts. He knows what he’s asking for, and he’s not afraid of it.
“If you say so.” Logan shrugs.
Wade grins, and doesn’t have time for another retort as Logan sticks two of his fingers into his mouth.
“You gotta do some of the work, at least,” he says a little flatly, raising an eyebrow. “We both know you know how to use that fuckin mouth.”
And you won’t catch him protesting that. Wade does as he’s told, lets himself get lost a little in sucking Logan’s fingers. They are big. He’s practically vibrating with the anticipation of these going into his ass. He makes a show of sucking, licking, making sure to get them as wet as he can. Logan pulls them out with a soft pop, eyes still dark. He moves his hand down, and Wade braces himself.
“And if you wake up Althea, I’ll fuckin skewer you,’ Logan growls.
He thrusts a finger in. No preamble, just slides his first finger right past the rim of Wade’s asshole and straight inside. He jolts, gritting his teeth, and forces himself to relax around it as much as he can. It has been a while, and he’s not exactly used to doing this very frequently, so he knows it’ll take a minute to get adjusted. But fuck, if it doesn’t still feel good. Logan doesn’t waste any time, taking Wade’s invitation to heart. He starts moving and thrusting his finger almost immediately, making Wade shudder. He buries his face in Logan’s shoulder, muffling his sounds into the fabric of his clothes, and lets himself be forcefully worked open. It’s rough, and the spit is not enough lube, but his body is still singing. They keep this up for a few minutes, until Wade isn’t clenching Logan’s finger like he’s gonna snap it off. Logan quickly adds his second finger, and Wade has to bite him again to muffle the shout that tries to escape him. The stretch is a little brutal, and he clenches hard, shaking.
“Gettin scared now?” Logan asks, voice low. “Remember bub, you asked for this.”
“D-don’t insult me like that peanut,” Wade pants. “Told you I’m not a natural bottom.” He groans as Logan starts thrusting again. “Doesn’t mean I won’t take it.”
Logan just makes a low noise in his throat, and keeps going. He works with the two fingers for a little while longer than he did with just one. It takes more time to accommodate the stretch, but several minutes in, Wade is clinging to the man beneath him and whining into his chest and neck. His hips thrust ever so slightly into Logan’s fingers, and his cock is already straining again. His head is spinning with it all- this is a fantasy ripped straight out of his wettest wet dreams, the most illicit things he ever whispered to himself with his hand around his own cock. And yet, it’s also so much better; fantasy could never replace just how big Logan’s fingers actually are, the heat of his body, the the truly fucking obscene sounds he’s making while he finger blasts Wade into orbit.
Logan has a look of deadly concentration, his brows knitted together, mouth in a hard line, just staring Wade down like he’s a piece of meat. He’s never really been looked at like that before, and it’s so fucking hot it makes him dizzy. If anyone were allowed to objectify him like a prime steak, it would be this man, all of his dignity be damned. He doesn’t need it, doesn’t want it, Logan can carve him like a fucking Thanksgiving turkey and drool on him the whole time, and he’ll say thank you and ask for a slice.
The burn of the stretch dies down a little, becomes slightly more comfortable, and that’s enough for Wade to ramp it up. The edge of the pain adds to the pleasure, the thrill- knowing Logan is just as eager to be inside him as he is for it, preparation and pain be damned, is enough to make him feel light-headed with pleasure.
”Come on, peanut, get that shit in me,” Wade pants into his ear. “Don’t get soft on me now.”
Logan grunts. He takes his fingers out of Wade, and lifts his hand, spitting into his palm. He slicks up his cock with his own spit, and god, again, if Wade’s pupils could be shaped like little hearts right now, they would be.
“You asked for it,” he says, and without preamble, lines himself up and slams himself in.
Wade has to bite into his shoulder again, hard, to hold back the scream that rips out of his throat. It still comes out, there’s not really any stopping it, but he muffles it as best as he can into Logan’s flesh.
“Fuck, fuck fuck,” he pants, shaking.
He’s big. Thick. Wade’s ass is on fire. He’s panting, trembling, and Logan is gripping his hips with bruising force, breathing heavily through his nostrils. It’s a little like having those claws in him, without the exit wound. Burning pain that makes his vision go a little white at the edges, but he forces himself to breathe hard and deep and try to relax a little.
”Fuck, you’re tight,” Logan finally says, his voice pinched.
And oh, Wade sees it now- he’s trying not to come. He’s flattered.
“Only for you, honey badger,” Wade coos. “And see, what did I tell you? You can make it fit.”
Logan squeezes his hips painfully, and he has to bury his face against his shoulder to stifle his yelp. His eyes roll back a little, the mixture of pain, pleasure and adrenaline making him feel like he’s floating.
“I see what’s happening here, gorgeous. You like it when I run my mouth. You like it when I tell you to make it fit?”
Logan glares at him.
“You got a thing for that, baby, or do you just like it when I piss you off? I like it when I piss you off, you’re cute when you’re mad. And it gets me so fucking wet, I think I could actually come form you yelling at me.”
The response to his mouth, this time, is a sharp thrust, which knocks the wind out of him. He chokes out a gasp, digging his nails into Logan’s chest. He sees stars. The stretch burns, but it's good, lighting up his body like a live wire. He knew how badly he wanted this- from the moment he laid eyes on Logan, frankly- but God, having it, getting it, all of his wet dreams coming true and filling him for real, is something else. He wiggles his hips a little, hisses through his teeth, and decides to take matters into his own hands.
He braces himself, still digging nails into Logan’s chest- and fuck, is he never going to stop drooling over his tits- and starts moving. Logan’s eyes go a little big, and he lets out a groan through the tight line of his mouth. Wade shudders with the feeling of it, the intrusion, the way his body is not yet adjusted to the stretch and moving hurts a little, but he doesn’t fucking care. The pain adds to the pleasure, and he’s had his wires crossed on this for a long time now anyway. He lets himself get a little lost in it, and works his thighs and hips to really get a rhythm going. It takes a moment, finding his balance and what works, but when it clicks, oh boy does it fucking click. He closes his eyes, bracing his forehead against Logan’s, surprised when he doesn’t push him away.
”Fuck,” Logan growls under his breath. He’s definitely bruising Wade’s hips with his grip. He clenches them on every thrust.
“Am I gonna have to do all the work, or are you gonna fuck me?” Wade says, his voice a little ragged. He feels wild. “I can take the reins here, but don’t you wanna put me in my place?”
”You’re so fucking annoying,” Logan spits.
“Logan,” Wade moans, right into his ear. It feels different, saying his name, in this context. He’s been fun, flirty, using all of the stupid little pet names that raise his hackles- but this, this is different. Intimate. His name on a whisper while he’s actively inside of Wade.
His world gets tilted. Logan pulls him off his cock, and he whines at the sudden release, but before he can pop off with anything stupid in reply, he’s getting slammed onto his back, on the couch. Logan’s on top of him before he can really react, pinning him down with his weight, and Wade just gasps as his legs get forcefully spread apart. Logan firmly clamps a hand onto his mouth as he shoves himself back inside, and Wade’s eyes roll back in his head, spine arching. His vision goes white at the edges, and he bites into Logan’s hand hard enough to draw a little blood to keep himself from waking the whole damn apartment building with his scream. He removes his hand after Wade withdraws his teeth, and he’s gasping for breath. He brings his hands up, digs his nails into Logan’s back, and wraps his thighs weakly around him.
Logan sets a brutal pace. Wade is seeing fucking stars, gasping and unable to even say anything, all of his nerve endings on fire. He’s clenching, and burning, and crushed under Logan’s weight holding him against the worn-down cushions.
“Got nothin smart to say, asshole?” Logan pants.
Wade shakes his head, gaping like a fish. “Just- just- fuck. Fuck. Logan-“
They both groan as he thrusts harder. The couch shakes under them, and Wade is glad that there’s carpet, even if it’s cheap and shitty and gross, because at least the furniture isn’t sliding across the room, which it feels like it should be. He rakes his nails across Logan’s back, thrashing a little, and this has to be what it feels like to see God, right? He’s so full it makes his head spin, so turned on he can’t even function- if he thought he was going to flay apart from sheer lust in the fucking Odyssey, then he clearly didn’t know his limits well enough. That was just a taste of the real thing.
Logan’s shirt is soaked through with sweat. It’s so fucking hot, Wade clenches his hands in the fabric, and leans up a little to lick a drop off Logan’s neck, moaning. He grabs wherever he can reach- back, shoulders, hips, just sort of blindly groping at him, gasping and panting while Logan takes him apart. But he’s not the only one affected- Logan looks wild, feral, his face screwed into what looks almost like a scowl, but Wade can feel the way his cock throbs inside of him.
“You’re a fucking menace,” Logan growls as he thrusts. “You’re the most irritating, immature, stupidest fucking asshole I’ve ever met.” Wade is just moaning, but Logan doesn’t relent in his words or his thrusts, still pumping his hips mercilessly. “You’re a reckless, psychotic idiot. No one has ever pissed me off so much in my fucking life.” He grunts, and still doesn;t relent. Wade
feels his cock throb inside of him, and he just clings. “You drive me fucking crazy. I’ve never felt more satisfied to fuckin spear my claws into anybody else in my goddamn life. You’re the biggest fucking prick I’ve ever met. Now say my fucking name again.” He growls it out, low, throaty.
Wade makes what should be an embarrassing noise, but they are so well past that. He digs his nails into Logan’s back, clenches around his cock, and does what he’s told.
“Logan,” he pants. He doesn’t break eye contact. “Fuck, you’re perfect, Logan, Logan, Logan-”
Above him, Logan makes a choked noise in his throat, and Wade wants to sing as he feels the cock inside of him twitch and start coming. He rushes up and smashes their mouths into a kiss to shut himself up so he doesn’t sob around the feeling of Logan thrusting madly while he empties himself inside of him.
“Fuck,” Logan growls when they break apart, “Fuck, Jesus-”
“Come on big boy, give it to me,” Wade says, a little strangled. “Fuck, yes, that’s it, let it out beautiful.”
He growls as he snatches Wade’s cock into a merciless grip. It only takes a few tugs before Wade’s eyes go wide and his vision fully whites out, clenching around Logan and biting into his own arm to hold back his scream. His spine arches and his body goes taut, and Logan finally goes still as Wade clenches and trembles underneath and around him. They’re both panting, chests heaving.
Finally, Logan collapses on top of him. He doesn’t pull out, still plugging Wade full, but he is so far from upset about it. They just lay like that, catching their breath. Wade’s body feels like he’s been connected to a pair of jumper cables, sensitive and singing, hyper aware of every point of contact between them. It smells like sweat and sex. He grins as he pats Logan’s hair.
”How long do you think til we get a positive pregnancy test?” He asks.
Logan snorts. “Fuck you.”
”You just did, pumpkin. Too late to tell me you don’t want me to have your babies now, we’re well past that point. Didn’t they teach you about safe sex in the Middle Ages?”
He just swats at Wade’s chest. He grins, and after a moment, Logan braces himself so he can lift his head and they can look at each other again. Wade reaches up, brushes a hand across his jaw. It’s achingly tender, and he doesn’t do tender, not since Vanessa, but- well. A lot of things have changed, recently. Logan’s face is serious, because it always is, but he surprises Wade by kissing him. Not out of a need to shut his mouth, or prove a point, but… just because, it seems. He admits, he melts into it. He slides his hands up around Logan’s neck, hands in his hair, and lets himself be thoroughly kissed. If he couldn’t still feel Logan’s cock inside of him, he might think he was dreaming, or having a bad high, or that he had really died back at the TVA and was in Marvel Heaven.
“Now, I could spend the next good while licking you clean, or we could be sort of decent and take a shower,” Wade says when they part. “I would really enjoy the licking, cause honestly, you’re fucking delicious. But my little pookie bear looks like he needs some proper hygiene and to be tucked into bed.”
”Don’t fuckin call me that,” Logan says with an offended look. “A shower sounds good though.”
They go through the process of detangling from each other. Wade lets out a terribly horny little noise when he stands up and feels some of Logan’s cum start to drip out of him and onto his thighs. He can now add being Logan’s new cum-dump to the list of things he never thought he needed until he got it. He says as much, which makes Logan actually fucking blush, holy shit- but he still gives him a glare and punches his shoulder for the comment.
They shower, but it’s not a drawn-out, romantic thing. Wade is also fucking tired. They make quick work of the shower, trying to work around two grown men sharing the space, and trudge back into the living room. Wade is grateful for the shitty pull-out couch bed, and they go through the motions of opening it up and grabbing the pillows and blankets.
The whole time he’s been here, they haven’t slept on the same bed. Logan made a big show of sleeping somewhere else, making a makeshift palette on the floor out of the couch cushions and throw pillows. But tonight, he climbs into the pull-out bed with Wade. He doesn’t say anything, just gets in. Wade finds himself a little frozen, standing on the other side, and when Logan looks over at him, he rolls his eyes at the grin on Wade’s face.
”Not a fuckin word. You comin to bed or not?”
He does a quick, excited little clap. He barely refrains from jumping onto the bed and on top of Logan, but he commends himself for holding back. He slides in, and immediately attaches himself to Logan’s side, grabbing his waist and resting his cheek against his chest.
”Do I get a goodnight kiss?”
Logan lets out a sigh. “Dumbass.”
But miraculously, he turns. He grasps Wade’s jaw and pulls him into a kiss. Wade gasps, melts into it, and grips Logan’s waist. Wade may or may not pop another boner.
Logan snorts, and turns back over. “Fuck off, go to sleep.”
”Goodnight, peanut,” he sing-songs.
Logan just grunts.
+
The next morning, they wake up tangled together. There’s a missed call from Al, and a voicemail saying she took Mary Puppins out, and doesn’t wanna be present for whatever the fuck happened between them last night. She also warns that she better not feel anything she shouldn’t on the couch cushions.
They get up, and while Logan is in the bathroom, Wade makes coffee. It’s quiet, in the apartment, and it gives him a little time to think.
He’s so fucked. He is so, so fucked- is it possible to fall in love in the span of a few weeks? If it would happen to anyone, it would be him. He can’t stop thinking about- well, everything. But fuck him running, last night was the cherry on top.
When Logan comes out of the bathroom, he sits down at the kitchen table, and Wade slides him a cup of coffee. He raises an eyebrow, just slightly, but takes it, and takes a sip. Wade slides up behind him, puts a hand on his shoulder, and kisses his head. It’s disgustingly domestic. Noticeably, Logan doesn’t try to put him through the wall.
He grins. Maybe he’s onto something, after all.
He can’t wait to find out.