Chapter 4
When Wade wakes again, it’s to the smell of fried eggs and bacon, and the loss of warmth from Logan’s body beside him.
He lets out a yawn as he takes a big stretch, lifting his hands above his head, vision focusing past Al’s dingy living room into the kitchen where he can see Logan tending to breakfast on the stove. His hair is still damp from the shower he must have taken after his depressive episode subsided.
Wade can’t help the smile that blooms across his face at seeing his friend, his fiancé, up and feeling better again.
He slips out of the makeshift bed, forgoing his bunny slippers as he carefully tiptoes across the wooden flooring and onto the cold, kitchen tiles.
Grinning, Wade reaches out to wrap an arm around the front of Logan’s waist, pulling him into a hug from behind.
Logan lets out a small chuckle at the sudden contact, brow arching as he tries to angle his head to look at the man behind him, but Wade stays firm holding Logan against him. “Good morning to you too, Bub.”
“I’m glad you’re feeling better, Peanut.” Wade murmurs against the back of Logan’s neck, eyes closed as he nuzzles his face against the spot.
Wade feels a tentative hand reach out and gently rest against the damaged skin of his cheek.
The two of them stay like that, together, for a moment longer until Logan pulls his hand back to grab the spatula and flip the food he’s frying in front of him.
Wade presses a soft kiss against the nape of Logan’s neck before pulling away completely.
As he turns to grab mismatched plates from the cabinet, Wade misses the small blush that spreads across Logan’s face.
“So, Peanut,” Wade starts again, voice much louder and cheerful than before, “I was thinking we should tell Peter and Ness the news of our engagement next, what do you say? Should we invite them over for dinner tonight?”
Logan turns to him, brows pinched in the middle as he studies Wade for any sign of a joke. There isn’t any, of course, which leaves Logan even more confused. “Why would you want to tell Vanessa we’re engaged? Aren’t you trying to win her back?”
It was Wade’s turn to look baffled, as he laughs, “What? No, what made you think that? We already mutually decided that, while we’ll always care very deeply for each other, we’re better off as friends.”
“Since when?” Logan questions.
“Since we came back from saving the world? Catch up, Peanut, you were there too.” Wade playfully chides.
“No, but— I thought you still lov—“ Logan’s confusion is interrupted by Al coming into the kitchen.
“Oh, thank fuck, you’re up and showered. It was starting to smell more like dog in here than fucking usual.” Al brushes past Logan, before turning back and clapping a hand on his shoulder, reiterating Wade’s sentiment. “Glad you’re feeling better, baby.” She continues on her way to grab a glass of water before leaving the room again.
“What were you saying, Peanut?” Wade prompts, waiting for Logan to finish his thought.
Instead, the older man shakes his head, as a small smile softens his previously furrowed expression. “Nothing, and dinner sounds fine to me. It might be nice to see the two of them again.”
Wade can’t explain it, but he feels like something changes in the way that Logan’s looking at him now.
He can’t explain it, but it’s a good different.
A softer different.
Happier.
Fonder.
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After Wade texts Vanessa and Peter in their Bachelorette watch-party group chat, typos be damned, he receives confirmations from both of them that they’ll come over later that night for pizza, rosé, and shit-talking the men on the show.
Wade and Logan settle in at the kitchen table and eat breakfast, or technically a late brunch, together.
It was nice until Logan had to threaten to stab Wade not once, not twice, not even three times, but four fucking times as the younger man moans like a pornstar after each bite he takes.
“Stop.” Logan grits out, face burning, as Wade peers up at him from under his few lashes he has left.
“What are you going to do if I don’t?” Wade flutters his lashes at him, as he folds his arms on the table, leaning in as he rests on them.
Logan scoffs, rolling his eyes and looking anywhere but at the man in front of him.
A smirk tugs at the corner of Wade’s lips as he eats another forkful of food, and lets out another, louder moan.
That is, until Logan’s calloused hand reaches across the table as it carefully, yet firmly holds Wade’s chin still.
Logan’s brow arches, as his eyes drop from Wade’s brown ones to his scarred lips, then back up again. “I can give you something else to put in your mouth that’ll silence you if you wanna keep moaning like that.”
Eyes widening, Wade freezes, mid-bite, until his mouth pulls into a goofy smile at the awkward angle that Logan still holds his face in. He exaggeratedly swallows down his bite, before trying to talk. “Yesh, pweashe, and I pwomishe I’ll be shure to shwallow it whole.”
Face reddening ever so slightly, Logan’s grip loosens, as he yanks his hand away as if Wade’s words burnt. “Shut the fuck up and eat your food.” He growls out.
Wade giggles, but does as he’s told, knowing that he’s won this round.
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The rest of the afternoon goes by in a blur as the two of them move around each other to pick up and clean the apartment as best as they can before Vanessa and Peter arrive for dinner.
Once they finish their domestic little mission two or three hours later, Wade excuses himself to Logan, abandoning the man to finish the last few things left on their to-do list, as he hops in the shower and carefully washes the sleep and general exhaustion off of his scarred skin from the past three days.
As Wade tosses on one of Logan’s flannels, that was left hanging on the bathroom door, over his baby pink “itty bitty titty committee” shirt, he hears the front door swing open as muffled conversation and laughter ensues shortly after.
With a bright grin, he yanks open the bathroom door to see Vanessa pass two bottles of wine, one strawberry rosé and the other a dry, red wine that Peter can safely drink, to Logan.
She tugs Logan and Peter, who must have arrived some time earlier when Wade was in the shower, into a brief hug as she leans forward to give them both a peck on the cheek, leaving behind a faint, red lipstick stain.
“Ness!” Wade exclaims, as he runs up to his ex and tugs her into a tight hug. “Girl, I hope you’re ready to go back to Boston because the tea’s about to be spilt!”
Vanessa laughs as she hugs him back, planting a kiss on the side of his face too, before pulling away. “I’m so fucking ready to tear these sorry excuses of men with dicks half the size of micro-penises apart.”
“You and me both!” Wade sniggers, as he turns to yank Peter into a hug too, cautious to not touch his titanium chain through his clothes in the process. “Sugar Bear! Did you bring the tissues in case there’s tears?”
“You know I always do!” Peter beams at him as they pull apart, “How are you feeling by the way? I brought some pepto bismol just in case that chimichanga is still working its course through you. And what was it like to have your toe stuck in the faucet? I’ve always wanted to try it, but I’m scared I wouldn’t be able to get my piggy unstuck again and it would be trapped there forever.”
Wade grins at him, feeling no guilt as he lies to his best friend’s face because both things have actually happened to Wade before. “I’m feeling much better now that you’re both here! And it was scary at first, but then I remembered I could just cut my toe off and it would grow back, so that’s what I did.”
Peter blanches at Wade’s words, “You cut your toe off?”
Wade nods.
Worry lines crease Peter’s forehead, “It— it grew back already, right?“
“Of course!” Wade claps both hands on either side of Peter’s shoulders, “If you ever want to try it out for yourself— sticking your toe in the faucet, not cutting it off, although I’d be willing to help with that too because I know you’re wild and can be a bit of a freak at times— let me know, Sugar Bear! Because I’ll stay on standby just in case so that I can cut the faucet out with one of my swords so you don’t have to call the fire department.” Wade adds on as an after thought, “Although, I might knick an artery, but I also might not. It’s a fifty-fifty chance.”
Peter shivers at the thought, “That sounds like a bad idea, would you be able to stop the bleeding?”
“Maybe, maybe not! There’s only one way to find out.” Wade grins, as he turns back to Vanessa and Logan who are both watching this unfold with judgement in their eyes.
“Anyway!” Wade continues, thinly veiled excitement swirled with deviance bubbling through. “Before we become gossip girls ourselves, Logan and I have some news to share.” He turns to the older man and holds out his hand, beckoning Logan towards him.
Vanessa, with an arched brow, eyes the two of them curiously as Logan moves forward and Wade grabs his hand, intertwining their fingers.
Peter is uncharacteristically silent, as he tries his best to keep a blank face on, despite the ecstatic smile that he keeps having to shove down every second or two whenever he looks between Wade and Logan.
“Let me guess,” Vanessa rolls her eyes fondly with a grin, as she takes a seat on the shitty sofa beside a snoring Mary Puppins. “That flannel shirt you’re wearing that’s very obviously Logan’s is made out of boyfriend material?”
“Oh! So close, but no cigar.” Wade’s own grin grows wider as it crinkles the corners of his eyes, “It’s actually made of husband material.”
Silence engulfs the room, before all hell breaks loose.
“What?!” Vanessa shouts, as she flies off of the couch to tackle Wade and Logan into a bear hug, startling Mary awake and causing her to start barking excitedly as she hops off the couch and spins circles around the three of them. “Oh my fucking God, you finally did it, you dumb slut!” Vanessa laughs, “I knew the two of you were a thing! But engaged? Why the fuck did you keep it a secret for so long?”
Peter barrels into the three of them, as Mary jumps out of the way, tail still wagging. He nearly knocks Vanessa and Wade down as he squeezes his arms around him and Logan as well. “I’m so happy for you two! It was eating me alive not to say anything sooner, but my lovebug begged me not to say anything until you guys were ready to tell me!” Peter confesses as his mustache unintentionally tickles the side of Wade’s cheek in the process. “I knew it was meant to be whenever you guys fell from the sky at Drive Max together. You literally fell for each other!”
Logan snorts, trying to, but failing to hide his humor at the turn of events.
As the group hug dissolves, Mary dips into Al’s room for her much needed beauty sleep away from the chaos as it settles down.
Wade gasps out, “That traitor!” Before pulling one of his hands up and slapping it over his mouth. “I apologize, I didn’t mean it, Peter. She’s a very lovely woman and nothing like Susan. But also, what the fuck!” Wade whines out, stomping his foot like an upset toddler, “I asked her not to tell you.”
“What the fuck?” Vanessa whirls around on the man with the glorious mustache. “You knew and you didn’t tell me?”
Peter looks sheepish, as he scratches at the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, my sweetheart and I don’t keep any secrets from each other because she knows about my trust issues from my last relationship.”
“Fuck!” Wade throws his arms up dramatically in the air, “That’s actually so cute, I can’t be mad now. But B-15 is definitely moving to my second to last place of most hated TVA agents, Fucky-Fucky Bedroom Eyes Ready to Throw It All Away for Me is taking her place.”
Crossing his arms, Logan arches a brow at him, “I’m standing right here, Bub.”
Wade rolls his eyes, “Oh, shut up, he wanted you too.”
“Both of you the shut the fuck up and tell me how it happened?” Vanessa practically squeals out, but she would deny it vehemently and violently if anyone tries to mention it again. “Who asked who?”
Peter and Vanessa both fix them with looks of captivation, waiting excitedly to hear their love story.
One that Wade and Logan are only just now realizing they hadn’t discussed yet.
“Uh—“ Wade unintentionally supplies as he looks frantically to Logan for help, but the man only raises his brow at him again and grins.
Asshole.
“Wade.” Vanessa’s eyes narrow at her ex-lover-turned-friend. “Did you take the ring out of your a—“
Wade’s eyes widen at her words, as he quickly cuts her off with a nervous laugh. “What? No! I didn’t— No.”
Logan eyes the mercenary suspiciously now, “Bub… Was Vanessa gonna say what I think she was gonna say?”
“You piece of shit!” Vanessa calls out, “You did not propose to him the same way you did to me!”
“No!” Wade’s quick to defend himself, “Not at all! I didn’t, I swear, because—“ His attention turns back to Logan as the older man bites back a smug smile.
Oh.
Two can play at this game.
Wade positively beams. “Because Logan was the one who proposed to me.”
Logan’s face drops to one of betrayal as he shoots Wade a look, before plastering on a small, self-conscious smile.
Vanessa gasps, as Peter aww’s at Wade before his attention snaps to Logan. “How did you propose to him?”
“Um…” Logan’s face begins to turn as red as the wine Vanessa was now uncorking in celebration. “I—“
Wade slings an arm around Logan’s shoulder, as he plants a sloppy kiss against his cheek. “Don’t be shy, Angel Baby! It was so romantic!” Wade gushes, flashing Logan a shit-eating grin for only a second before softening his eyes as if the man next to him is the love of his life.
And maybe he is.
Wade’s not telling.
In the blink of an eye, Logan’s discomfort melts away as he gives Wade a gentle smile and his best heart-eyes.
And fuck.
Wade’s heart stutters in his chest at the sight as he realizes just how truly fucked he is.
“We were lying in bed together,” Logan begins, voice soft as his attention remains on Wade. “And I remember looking over at him as he slept, and thought to myself, ‘I don’t think I can live the rest of my life without him—‘ and it’s a long life I’d have to live— so that morning whenever we were eating breakfast and getting dressed for the day, before taking Mary out for her morning walk, I decided I was going to buy a ring the first chance I got. But, whenever I saw Wade walking Mary as he laughed over some stupid joke he made, I knew I couldn’t wait that long.” Logan’s smile grew even wider as it met his eyes, causing them to crinkle at the corners as they began to water. “I dropped down to one knee right then and there and asked him to spend the rest of our lives together and now the rest is history.”
“Oh my fucking God! Get out, that’s so cute!” Vanessa wails out, as she dabs at the waterline of her eye with her finger to make sure her mascara didn’t smear.
Peter bursts into tears beside her, “I’m just so happy for the both of you!”
Despite his friends’ hysterical reactions, something he would have normally ate up at being the center of attention, Wade couldn’t bring himself to look away from Logan.
And Logan couldn’t bring himself to look away from Wade either as he continues to watch the younger man with a gaze so soft and full of love that Wade couldn’t help but return it.
“What are you two waiting for?” Vanessa shouts at them, “Kiss already!”
“Yeah!” Peter’s quick to voice his agreement through his choked sobs.
Wade couldn’t help the involuntary giggle that slips from his mouth, as he gives Logan a silent, questioning look, searching for any kind of negative reaction to the instigating of their friends.
He doesn’t find any.
Certainly not whenever Logan gives Wade a short nod of his head in approval as that damn, fond, little smile remains on his face.
Definitely not whenever Logan moves a calloused, yet gentle hand up to cradle Wade’s cheek, as the younger man involuntarily leans into the touch.
And especially not whenever Logan’s eyes flutter shut, as Wade’s does the same, and the older man leans in.
He leans in so close that Wade can feel time stop as the heat of Logan’s breath traces against his mouth and they begin to breathe the same air.
He leans in so close that Wade can feel Logan’s stubble tickle across his lower lip.
He can feel his heart stutter in his chest as Logan finally presses their lips together, so slowly and so softly that Wade feels like he could melt at the touch.
And so he does, as Wade leans in closer, lifting his hand to cup the back of Logan’s neck as he pulls him impossibly closer. Their lips begin to move, hesitant at first, but quickly finding their rhythm against each other as Wade feels dizzy at chasing the feeling of having Logan‘s soft, chapped lips against his own damaged ones.
Wade can feel himself starting to lose himself into the kiss, as he wants nothing more than to have Logan closer.
He needs to have Logan closer.
But all too soon, Logan pulls back, and Wade’s eyes flutter open in disappointment as he studies the man still so close to him, looking just as wrecked as Wade feels after such a simple touch.
It takes him a beat before he remembers they’re not alone, and that there’s cheering coming from Peter and wolf-whistling from Vanessa.
And fuck.
This was for them, it was all for show.
Right?
All Wade wants to do is kiss Logan again, but he’s already halfway across the room, pouring himself a glass of wine as he raises it up to Wade with a smile the mercenary doesn’t quite know how to decipher yet.