Chapter 1
It had been a few months since Logan and Wade saved the multiverse and life continued like nothing had happened, for everyone else anyway. Wade and Vanessa ended for good after the whole story of their ‘adventure’ came out, and Wade was making it everyone's problem.
Logan stretched, a sunbeam warming his face through the window to his left. In his world, he hadn’t had a home or slept on an actual bed in years, and since he started living with Wade and Al, they’d given him his own room to do with as he pleased. He felt like a king and ensured Althea knew he appreciated her giving him some of her old furniture, despite the stains. Logan rolled out of bed, sighing at the lack of joint pain he usually experienced in the morning despite his healing, and walked to the kitchen for coffee. Wade was on the couch, wearing his mask and some very stained sweatpants, snoring like a gentle motor. There was trash, crumbs, and a dirty blanket on him and the floor, as well as a trail of ants running from Logan’s foot as he stomped over to him.
“Get up, Wade,” he huffed, kicking the couch just enough to startle him, “This has gone on long enough.” Wade tumbled onto the floor, groaning, but didn’t try to get up.
“Fuck off, Logan. I’m not in the mood for a blowjob.”
“You’re acting like a child going through his first breakup,” Logan poked him with his foot, setting a cup of coffee on the nightstand at the foot of the couch, “Quite wallowing in self-pity and clean yourself up. We’re going out tonight and I’ll drag you if I need to.” He started walking away but paused to call back. “And don’t even think about ignoring me, Althea has a date tonight and we both know what that means.”
The crunching sounds of plastic bags let him know that Wade was getting up and he chuckled, retreating to his room to get ready.
“This is going to be a dumpster fire, Wolvy,” Wade hissed.
Logan and Wade were standing in line for a club, loud music, trash, and vomit already littered the ground, and as much as Logan disliked smell, he knew this was the kind of place Wade used to frequent before his mutation. The man in question was hunched next to him like a creep with a black hoodie to cover his face, hiding behind Logan’s impressive frame. He ignored the girls and guys twittering at him and mentally smacked himself for wearing a tight tank top.
“You need to have some fun, that couch can’t take much more and we don’t have the money to replace it right now,” he turned to Wade, yanking the hoodie off his head, “No one gives a shit about your face, they’re too drunk to care. Plus, you’re ripped, so no ones looking at your face anyway.”
He tore the hoodie off him to reveal a tight black t-shirt he’d given him to wear, tucked into a fresh pair of jeans that showed off his perfectly shaped ass. Some people around them whispered, and a few gasped but Logan glared at anyone who he could see.
“Why do you care?” Wade grumbled, swatting at his hands. Logan paused for a second, unsure himself why he - definitely not- cared so much, but quickly regained himself, shoving Wade through the front door to the club as they reached the front of the line.
“Don’t care, just tired of your bullshit. It's easier to get you laid than to drag you off the couch each time I want to watch TV.”
Wade mumbled something that Logan didn’t catch as they were engulfed in loud music and flashing lights and dragged his companion to a spot at the bar. Logan ordered some whiskey shots and a beer for Wade, practically growling at the bartender when he gave Wade a weird look. He expected Wade to immediately go dance with some hookers, but he simply sat next to him. They sat in silence, drinking, for almost 20 minutes until finally, Wade broke the silence.
“Can we leave yet?”
“You gonna get over your ex yet?”
Oops. Logan jabbed a little too hard and Wade snapped. Wade jumped up, kicking the stool out from under Logan, and stormed out of the club, leaving him stunned on the ground for a second as people clambered around to see what happened. Logan scrambled after him, catching up as Wade reached the end of the block.
“What the fuck is your problem?!” Wade hollered when he reached him, “You don’t get to push your self-righteous bullshit on me just cause you don’t like how I deal with my shit! Go bang your ego with someone else and leave me the fuck out of it!”
Logan just stared, Wade huffing from his ranting.
“What?” Wade spat after a couple of seconds of silence.
“Looks like I rubbed off on you,” Logan chuckled, tossing the hoodie he’d stolen from Wade at him, “You think we should get a hotel? I think Althea is probably still up with Juan, or whatever his name was.”
Wade scoffed, trudging after Logan.
“And you thought I was annoying.”
“2 beds? Thought you wanted me to get laid” Wade cooed, jokingly, leaning against Logan as they walked into the hotel room. Logn jabbed him in the side, relieved that the normal Wade was peaking through the months of sorrow that had plagued him. He flopped onto the bed closest to the window, breathing in the smell of clean sheets. His sheets at home were always clean, as he’d accidentally become the house cleaner cause he hated how messy Wade was, but the sheets here smelled of straight soap and bleach.
“Shut up and shower, you smell like New York gutters.”
“I didn’t drag myself through a club,” he teased, stripping the hoodie off now that they were in the privacy of a hotel room, “Fuck, I’m hot.”
“Yeah,” Logan agreed, without realizing what Wade had just said. Unluckily for him, Wade had.
“Aw, you think I’m hot, Peanut?” He hummed, stepping closer to him, “If I recall, you also called me ‘ripped’ earlier. You been checking?”
Logan rolled his eyes, mockingly kicking Wade in the leg as he neared him.
“Don’t get a big head, bub, you still look like shit.”
Wade chuckled, sitting next to Logan on the bed. They sat there in silence for a few seconds, just staring at each other.
“Why do you care if I get over Vanessa?” Wade asked, almost whispering. Something about how he looked at him made his stomach stir, but not in a bad way. Logan sighed, looking away from him.
“I told you before, I don’t care,” he looked back at Wade, who had leaned in closer to him, and felt himself brace, “Just an inconvenience.”
“Bullshit.”
And then he kissed him. It was gentle, timid as if he was scared that Logan would hit him, and he almost did, but it felt right. Logan kissed back, wrapping a hand around the back of Wade’s scarred neck and relaxing into the heat of his lips with a sigh. Wade moved, breaking the kiss, and started laughing when Logan pulled him back but accidentally shoved his nose into his eye.
“You trying to blind me, Peanut?”
“Shut up and kiss me before I change my mind.”
Wade didn’t dare argue and pressed their lips together again, licking Logan’s bottom lip to gain access to his mouth. Logan obliged, letting out a soft groan as their tongues danced together. He could feel Wade’s body start to heat up and shifted onto his shoulder to rest his other hand on Wade’s thigh. Wade tried to keep himself calm, but his breath hitched, making Logan smirk.
“Getting excited?” He teased, pulling away.
“Hopefully not the only one, 'cause that would be awkward,” Wade giggled nervously, his hand inching closer to Logan.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone this nervous before banging me,” Logan snorted, grabbing Wade’s hand and placing it on his waist, “You gonna keep acting like a virgin? Cause that’ll get real boring, real quick.”
Wade shivered but wasted no more time, and jumped over Logan, smashing their lips together while he fumbled at his belt. Logan hummed into the kiss, his hands finding Wade’s ass to give it a firm squeeze. Wade, finally able to get the belt off, snaked one hand into Logan’s pants and the other up his shirt. He pulled away from the kiss and nuzzled into Logan’s neck, rubbing his hand against his cunt over his boxers.
“Sometimes I forget your trans, peanut,” he chuckled, “God, you’re so wet.”
“Speak for yourself, bub,” Logan replied and pressed his leg against Wade’s crotch, enjoying the gentle moan he let out, “Seems like you’re about to burst.”
“Let's release the beast then,” Wade chuckled at his own joke while Logan just rolled his eyes sarcastically, undoing the zipper of his jeans. Wade sighed when he was finally released and nuzzled his head into Logan’s neck to nibble the more tender skin on his collar. “It sucks I can’t leave marks on you.”
“Shut up.”
Wade almost snarked back but was cut off by a groan when Logan pumped his hard-on, chuckling again from his reaction. Logan stroked him again and yanked the edge of Wade’s shirt with his open hand until he sat up to pull it off. Even with the cancer cells scarring his skin, Logan could see the veins in his muscled arms and his toned abs ripple with each breath.
“Your turn, peanut,” Wade hummed, pulling Logan’s shirt off him. “Hello, gorgeous.”
Wade cupped a hand under Logan’s well-developed pec, letting the other slide through the hair on his abs and practically drooled onto his smooth, olive skin. Logan sighed, leaning back against the stiff hotel mattress, and basked in the appreciation given to every inch of his torso. Wade kissed his chest and stomach, ignoring the hairs tickling his nose, and ran his fingers along every muscle while simultaneously pressing out each knot he felt. For a few minutes, Wade did nothing but massage the tension out of Logan’s body before his hands began to wander lower to fiddle with his belt buckle.
“I feel like I’m unwrapping a Christmas present,” Wade purred, pulling the fabric off him, “Should I put on some holiday music?”
“Don’t you dare.”
Wade chuckled again in reply but said nothing else, too busy pulling his jar off the floor at the sight of Logan’s gorgeous legs and cunt.
“Like what you see?” Logan jeered, spreading his legs a bit to expose himself more.
“Understatement,” Wade sat up, pulling Logan’s waist along with, “I’m gonna eat you out now.”
“Oh are yo-”
Logan’s, very obvious, movie line was cut off by a tongue lapping through his folds. It felt weird at first, having been so long since Logan had last been intimate, but Wade’s skill proved undeniable as heat filled his core. Wade sucked on Logan’s mini-dick like a vacuum, ever so often stopping to lick his thigh to subtly get a hair out of his mouth. He brought Logan to the edge, but as soon as he was about to tip over, he let up and reveled in the annoyed whines he tried to hide. As an added bonus, Wade began massaging Logan’s torso again, making his entire body vibrate with heat. After two unfinished releases, Logan unsheathed a single claw and poked Wade threateningly in the leg.
“Stop again and I throw you out the window.”
Wade hummed, not daring to speak back as a small trickle of blood stained his jeans, and pressed his face harder into the forest of hair. He could feel Logan’s body start to tense up again but instead of stopping, he continued to suckle Logan’s clit in earnest. Logan bit his lip, his breath coming in shorter, and shorter gasps, trying to stifle the moans flowing from him and failing beautifully. Wade gave him a final hard suck, twisting one of his nipples for fun, and held his breath as Logan spasmed. Legs collapsed around his head, trapping him, as waves of pleasure wracked Logan’s body for the first time in decades. When his orgasm finally subsided, leaving Logan in a twitching puddle, Wade gasped with his mouths new-found freedom. The entire time he’d been pleasing Logan, he’d secretly been pleasing himself too, and staring at Logan’s glorious, glistening cunt, he risked figured his manhood worth the risk.
“Excuse me,” Wade huffed, “I’ll just be a second.”
Wade cupped his dick onto Logan’s still-sensitive folds and thrust his hips vigorously. The saliva and slick soaking him allowed Wade to glide effortlessly against Logan and the sensations practically threw him over the edge.
“Oh god, Peanut, I’m cumming.”
Wade groaned, his hips thrusting sporadically as spasms overtook his body and hot cum erupted from him, painting Logan’s stomach white. Logan barely responded, he was seeing stars from overstimulation and he’d long-since stopped trying to hide the moans escaping his mouth. Huffing, and finally spent, Wade flopped beside him.
“Satisfied, honey badger?”
“I will be when you get your filthy cum off my stomach.”
“Honeymoon night and you’re already making demands,” Wade sighed sarcastically, running a finger down Logan’s stomach playfully, “I knew I should’ve signed a prenup.”
“Shut up and draw me a bath, prick,” Logan said, swatting his hand, “I’m fucking stinging 'cause you couldn’t finish alone.”
“Alright alright,” Wade threw his hands up in mock defeat and rolled off the bed, “Never took you for a bath guy though, not that I care. Mind if I join you? My little body needs another wash after our wrestling match and-”
Logan sighed, tuning Wade out.