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“Are you gonna keep destroying your liver or are you gonna talk to me?”
Logan looks over. There, the sassy, burnt face of his obnoxious comrade looks back. He’s only seen Wade’s unmasked face a few times since meeting him. He’s handsome in a strange way. He doesn’t mind looking, even staring at him—which is saying something.
The party ended a little while ago. Most of Wade’s friends went home. Since Laura left, Logan has been sitting here, being the whiskey-guzzling cockblocker. That’s what happens when you offer him free alcohol. Wade’s stripper girlfriend left, and the two of them remain. Discounting Blind Al.
“What’s there to talk about?” Logan holds the bottle to his lips.
“Plenty!” Wade leans back on the couch. “We just saved the world together, and you’re really asking that?”
“The credits rolled. Now I’m trying to relax. Think of it as my way of adjusting to this new… timeline, universe thing.” Logan takes another swig.
Wade nods and purses his lips together in thought. In the quieter moments like this, both really start to think. The main question is: what do they do now? Their timeline has an anchor now. Cool, awesome, great. What now?
How do you explain a dead Wolverine magically coming back like marvel-Jesus? Is he still a famous superhero? Does that title carry in the event of a reincarnation? Wade isn’t sure. And, more importantly, he doesn’t want him to be a famous superhero, which opens up a whole new can of worms.
Who is he to dictate Logan’s new life? He has new opportunities, and, what? Wade’s newly formed semi-platonic homoerotic codependency should stop him from seeking those opportunities? God damn it, Wade went through so much character development to not be a selfish asshole!
But looking at Logan—or rather, staring at him… For one thing, he’s fine as fuck. In a rough, dilf-y kind of way. Would Logan be considered a dilf? He’s so rugged. Heroic. And damn, can he yell…
Oh shit. It’s not a semi-platonic homoerotic codependency. It’s a 100% homoerotic gay horny crush. Wade turns his head away, practically peeling his eyes off of Logan’s neck veins. It is way too early in their professional relationship for Wade to be getting boners for him.
Not to mention that he’s in love with Vanessa. God damn it, can Wade stop thinking with his dick? He has such a beautiful woman in his life, and all he can think about are Logan’s rippling pectorals…
Wade stands up from the chair. “We should call it a night.”
“…”
“That means get out, alcoholics anonymous. Take your party to the local bar.”
“I don’t have anywhere to stay, ballnoggin.”
Wade let’s out a little ‘oooh’ in realization. Also, ballnoggin? That was insultingly affectionate. And another realization hits him. Logan is making no move. He has his ass planted right on the couch, looking up at him and—god, his knees could give out under him right then.
“You… can… crash here?” Wade phrases it as a question, although both of them know that it’s not a matter of options. Sure, Logan could leave. He could sleep on a bench or pass out drunk in a bar. Neither of those options are very appealing.
Most of all, neither of those options have Wade. He could be offered a million appealing options for stay and still be swayed to him. Which is concerning. Logan has a lot of feelings he doesn’t want to unpack. But that? What the hell?
“I’ll sleep on the couch—“
“Hell no. We held hands and connected matter and antimatter through our bodies. You can handle sleeping next to me, can’t ya?”
Logan lets out a breathy chuckle. “And what’s wrong with your couch?”
Wade tries to think of a good excuse. He comes up blank. “I’m a decent host. I don’t let guests sleep on the couch.”
“Well, I sleep shirtless.”
“God, even better.”
Logan shakes his head. “Yeah, no, I’m not sleeping next to that. The couch is fine, thanks.”
Not even 15 minutes later, they are lying in the bed next to each other.
Logan lies on his back, shoulders tense. Wade lies on his side, facing him and resting his head on his palm. They are both under the covers, fully clothed. Which is uncomfortable, considering Logan’s still wearing his thick pants and jacket. It’s way too hot.
“You lied to me.” Wade chimes. “You told me you sleep shirtless.”
“Not in this circumstance. I don’t know how you swindled me into this bed.”
“Oh, I’m an expert at that. It’s called plot convenience, and it’s not in your cynical favor, Wolvie.”
Logan grumbles. He has a second chance at life, and it’s being spent in a bed with a man. Worst of all, the most annoying, idiotic man in the world. One that he’s, unfortunately, attracted to.
And given Wade’s current behavior, it’s easy to assume that attraction is mutual. The tension is palpable. Logan suppresses those thoughts. He suppresses the desires—God knows he has plenty of them. He turns his head away from Wade’s direction. He tries to turn his thoughts away from him. Away from pouncing on him like an animal.
He clenches his fists. His nails dig into the skin of his palm. Just like that, his mind betrays him again. Logan has never been in the same bed with a man. Well, he has, but not in a long time. He has much less experience with men than he does with women. Especially not with men who are so attractive…
Especially not with men trailing their fingers up his bicep—wait, what the fuck?
Logan jerks away. “The fuck are you doing?”
“My bad, Wolvie. They were bulging out of your jacket. I was wondering if they were real. You were flexing.”
Logan’s skin has goosebumps. Suddenly he feels so much hotter. Wow, this jacket is way too stuffy. He suddenly feels the urge to claw it off. He stays still. “I wasn’t flexing.”
“You still are. You haven’t relaxed at all since climbing into bed with me. Is that my fault?”
Wade’s fingertip traces over Logan’s shoulder and he shivers. Everything feels way too warm and way too stuffy. His pants feel tighter around his waist and—oh god. He swallows, his mouth suddenly going dry. “Stop doing that.” He practically growls.
“Be honest with me, Wolvie. We’re friends right? You can be honest with me.” Wade’s tone is low. Somewhat teasing. He doesn’t retract his hand.
It’s driving Logan mad. “There’s nothing to be honest about. I don’t like being in bed with another man.”
“Don’t like it? You can get up, you know. I’m not gonna stop you, or swindle you, or anything like that. The couch is a perfectly viable sleeping option. I’ll even give you blankets.”
Despite that offer, Logan makes no move. He’s still practically frozen. This only makes Wade smile
.
“Something tells me you wouldn’t want the blankets. You’re radiating heat. I don’t know how you’re not sweating.” He reaches up and plants the back of his hand on Logan’s forehead. “Sheesh, dude. You’re practically running a fever.”
Logan turns away again. “I feel fine.”
Wade peels his hand away and brings it to the blanket instead. “I don’t believe that for a second. If I’m burning, I’m sure you are too. We don’t need this.”
Before Logan can move, Wade pulls the blanket off the two of them. Logan feels a shiver, and he suddenly realizes how badly he needed that blanket.
He badly needed that blanket.
Wade’s eyes trail over him, expecting nothing more than a tense sexy man. His gaze stops just below his torso, and Logan curses in his mind. It’s there. It’s out in the open, and Wade is fucking looking AT IT.
“It looks like your biceps weren’t the only thing that flexed. Good god, man, is that thing another arm? I guess that’s why they call it a third leg.”
Logan glances at Wade. His eyes are wide, full of genuine surprise at the sight of his erection. That’s gonna destroy him. He rolls onto his side and away from the other.
“Goodnight.”
“Wha— fuck no! Are you kidding me?! You get a hard-on in bed with me and you expect us not to talk about it??”
“God, you’re always wanting us to talk about stuff. Talk about what?” Logan flips onto his back to look at Wade. “What do you think we’ll get out of such an uncomfortable conversa—“
He stops in his tracks as his eyes trail down Wade’s body. Down to his groin. Logan’s certainly not the only one stiff. Holy shit. In a moment of dead silence, Logan’s brain short-circuits. He can’t tear his eyes away. His brain clouds over with shock and arousal. He can feel the effects of it.
“What are you staring at, big boy? That’s a bit hypocritical.”
“Did you seriously…”
“Hey, you can’t get hard in my bed and expect me not to do the same. Do you know how sexy you are?? You could turn the pope gay!”
Logan scowls. This is insane. This is something from a gay erotic fantasy. He hasn’t had a sexual interaction in decades. He blames his painfully stiff erection on that fact. He’s far too pent up. That’s all it is. He’s just desperate.
“I should go to the couch…”
“So soon?” Wade can’t hide the disappointment in his voice. “I mean, I certainly won’t stop you, if that’s what you want.”
Once again, the offer was open. Wade is respectful, yet Logan still can’t bring himself to move. He looks at Wade, then up at the ceiling. If he left now, and they forgot all about this, would he be satisfied? Would he be okay with that?
He doesn’t want that. Maybe he’s thinking with his dick. Sense is far beyond him. The sight of Wade’s arousal drove him crazy. All it will take is one push to send him over the edge of sanity. His eyes trace over Wade’s body again. Like a hungry wolf.
Wade shivers. Jesus Christ, how does Logan do that? He could melt into a puddle just from a look. He looks away, biting down on his bottom lip. He can flirt all he wants, but when the attention is directed onto him? Hoo boy. Wade’s hands are shaking—itching to touch the Wolverine.
Logan notices. Finally, he moves, but it’s not away from Wade. Logan sits up and pulls him up with him. He sucks in a breath, just being manhandled in all the right ways. Wade grabs his wrist in return.
“Kiss me asshole.” Wade whispers breathlessly.
Logan brings their lips together, and the waves of passion crash over them like a tsunami. All of the tension and flirting and excitement and bitterness towards Disney’s censorship gets poured into one another’s lips with equal fervor. It didn’t take long for their tongues to be in each other’s mouths. And it didn’t take long for Wade to work at the zipper of Logan’s jacket.
He pushes the fabric over Logan’s broad shoulders. Wade pulls away from the kiss just to marvel at his bare chest. He shudders. “Would it be inappropriate to motorboat you?”
Logan laughs at that. “I won’t stop you. But is now really the time?”
Wade shrugs. “I don’t know? What is now the time for?”
The question is suggestive, and a needed one. Sure, they could figure out what was gonna happen. Two men, two erections, a couple orifices… But did both agree with an arrangement? Wade was down for anything, and he’s sure Logan knew that. But would Logan be okay with butt stuff? It’s their first time together!
“It’s time for us to get more familiar. We’re partners, yeah?” Logan says in that husky voice. Wade is absolutely dripping.
Logan trails his hand up the other’s shirt. His body is pretty sculpted too, but nothing to drool over. Wade swallows his insecurities and pulls his shirt over his head. It doesn’t even reach the floor it was tossed at before Logan’s hands were on him.
“Christ, Wolvie… If you keep groping me like that, I might have to call HR.”
“We’re on a first name basis now. Call me Logan.”
Wade gulps. “Yes sir, Logan…”
Logan captures his lips in another heated kiss. Their hands roam over one another’s bare skin, feeling every curve and crevice. Wade especially likes his back. He should feel those muscles forever. It should be impossible to be that sexy. His hand trails down Logan’s lower back, and down to his ass.
Wade grabs and squeezes one of his cheeks. It’s almost disrespectful how he grappled it. Logan’s barely audible grunt makes his head spin. Everything about his body is perfect, down to the planets. Wade was pretty proud of his ass, but Logan’s puts his to shame.
“You’re pretty handsy too…” Logan mumbles between kisses.
“You can’t blame me. Not to be corny, but I fucking need you, Logan…” His words come out like a desperate plea. It’s really gay.
Logan’s smile makes it so worth it. He leans into his neck and starts attacking it with kisses. Wade tilts his head back and groans. Logan slides his hands up and down his waist. Slowly, torturous. His hands come back up just before meeting that needy spot in his pants.
“You’re killing me…”
“I thought you wanted this?”
“I want your mouth in other places too—“
Wade’s words are cut off when Logan’s palm massages his bulge. His head falls onto the wolverine’s shoulder, arms wrapped around him like a vice.
Logan chuckles. “I never struck you as the clingy type.”
“Shut— Shut up… You are way— way too sexy for me not to… not to…”
In the blink of an eye, Wade’s pants were pulled down to his thighs. Logan is looking down at his cock, up and already leaking sticky precum. Wade doesn’t miss the way he licked his lips.
“Impressive size.”
“Oh, shut up. I’m sure yours will strangle me.”
“You wanna find out?”
“God, yes…”
Wade wastes no time in unbuckling Logan’s belt. Images flash through his mind. He could make good use of that belt. He slips it off and sets it just beside the bed. Logan unclasps the button and pulls down the zipper.
“You do the honors, babe.”
“Babe? What’s next—honeybun?”
Logan scoffs. “Do you want to suck my cock or not?”
“Ooh, so vulgar. You just want to shut me up, huh?”
“Partially. I wanna hear you gag and choke. Is that good enough for you?”
Wade moans like a bitch. “Oh yeah, that gets me going. Pull those pants down. I need your meat in my mouth like I’m at a family barbecue.”
Ignoring that last sentence, Logan slips his pants and boxers down his thighs. His cock springs up and holy fuck, that’s a big fucking dick! Wade’s eyes widen into saucers. He has good experience with blowjobs, but he’s never tried to put a monster in his mouth.
Nonetheless, he takes it in his hand. His grip is firm, with the confidence he doesn’t have. Maybe he could break his jaw open and suck him off before it regenerates? Wade lowers his head to Logan’s crotch.
The wolverine gulps. The sight alone is arousing, but… his heart starts to flutter. Even in moments like these, he’s so attractive. With his eyes looking up at him, tongue tracing the tip. Logan moans and grabs onto the sheets beneath them.
Wade starts slowly, nervously trying to find a way to suck this boulder and make it enjoyable for both of them. He envelops the tip into his mouth. Logan’s moans and grunts make his own cock throb. He takes more of his length into his mouth.
Logan takes the back of his head and pushes his cock further into his mouth. Wade’s so glad he doesn’t have a gag reflex. He’s drooling enough to drip spit onto his balls and the sheets. Logan whispers a symphony of curses and praise.
Wade starts to feel enough confidence to suck properly. His cheeks hollow and he sucks like a horny vacuum. Logan’s head tips back and he lets out a loud cry that could arouse a priest. Wade suddenly feels concern for Blind Al. Now’s not the time for that. He has cock in his mouth.
He slurps the length as far down as he can manage. It hits the back of his mouth and Wade can feel his eyes sting with tears. But seeing the way Logan’s legs shake makes it worth it.
“Fuck— Oh my god, Wade…”
Wade bobs his head up and down, his hand coming up to fondle Logan’s balls. His moans only grow louder and louder. He’s sure the whole apartment can hear him, but neither of them care. Wade is sucking the soul out of him.
Logan’s grip on the sheets is enough to tear them, his knuckles turning white. He can barely muster words—only a few are coherent. “Wade— I’m close— So close— Fuck…”
That doesn’t dissuade Wade. He’s so cock drunk that it doesn’t matter. It’s been so long since he sucked someone off. Tears are streaming from the corners of his eyes, but that doesn’t stop him. At this rate, his throat will be sore and bruised.
Logan’s hips start to buck up into his mouth. Wade holds onto his thighs for support. He pushes it to the back of his throat again. With a strangled cry, Logan releases his load into his throat. Thick ropes of white cum fill his mouth. He swallows most of it, with a few drops rolling down his chin.
After a moment, Wade separates from Logan’s cock, gasping and coughing. Logan is silently panting, and Wade looks up at him with concern.
“Hey, you okay?” Wade pats his thigh.
“Oh… my god…” Logan mumbles, his voice hoarse from practically screaming. He’s dizzy, and it’s taking all his power not to pass out. “That was… the best… fucking blowjob I’ve ever…”
Wade wipes his lips and smiles. “That’s what they all say.” He grabs Logan’s shoulder. “Can you see?”
Logan flops his head back down. His eyes are half-lidded and glazed over. Wade knew he was good, but damn. Looking at the big bad Wolverine like this inflates his ego tenfold.
“You look like you’re about to pass out.”
“I’m fine.” Logan slurs. “I still need to take care of your hard-on.”
Wade shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it. You look tired—no shape to be sucking any dicks. Go to bed old man.”
Logan chuckles sleepily. “Are you gonna make me sleep on the couch?”
Wade shakes his head. “No, fuck no. You’re sleeping with me. Maybe we can make arrangements with the morning wood, yeah?”
Logan flops onto his back. “Yeah. That works for me…”