Logan always wore binders. He didn’t know why, neither did Wade.
When the two of them started to live together, of course there were things they learned about each other. Like how Wade was oddly clean but he never woke up earlier than 1 pm. And for Wade, that was learning that Logan practically lived in binders.
The first time he saw it, it was quite a shock. Logan was doing laundry on their pullout bed, basket by his feet and piles of clothes on the bed around him.
Once the basket, which he dumped on the bed to fold, was empty, it could be used to hold dirty clothes. So Logan looked down at his t-shirt, (a weird hello kitty one that was one of Wade’s), he slipped it off and tossed it into the basket, returning to folding.
Wade had seen this happen as he exited the bathroom, and immediacy noticed the tight black binder wrapped around Logan’s upper body.
He did a quick double take, because hello. And for once in his life , he didn’t say anything about it. He didn’t want Logan to take it off just because he said something or got annoyed, and hey, who was Wade to judge? He was wearing a crop top at this very moment.
He saw him a few other times, walking the apartment shirtless, and one day he just couldn’t stop himself from asking.
“Logie bear, why are you wearing a binder?”
Wade was standing over the stove, apron on, (that obscenely said ‘Kiss the Cook’), and was mixing some soup. Logan was shirtless, again, behind him on the kitchen table, on his computer.
“S’ comfy.” Is the response Wade got.
Huh…comfy. Binders were one thing, and from his experience with trans people, that shit was not comfy.
“Comfy? Oh okay.” Wade said, and then said, “Are you like- trans?”
He regretted it once he said that, who the hell asks it like that? As he prayed Logan wouldn’t hear him, he heard him speak.
“The fuck is that?” He mumbled, a bit focused on the computer.
Oh, okay. So he was a guy. Alright, makes sense. Totally.
“So you just wear them cause they’re comfy?”
“I don’t know, keeps my chest down so its nice.”
And at that Wade paused again. Okay was this dude trans or not? Not that he cared, he was really just curious.
“What do you mean?”
“You know, you said that I had ‘nice tits’ or whatever.” Logan muttered, typing away, “And I guess I kinda noticed it. Negasonic was like tellin me bout this and just kinda got me one. S’nice, I like them.”
Wade froze. He didn’t really mean to give Logan back handed body dysmorphia. He was really just complimenting him. So he turned around slowly.
“Uh, sorry.” He said, voice a little quiet. “Did I uh- make you insecure or something-?”
“No.” Logan said simply. “Relax, Bub. I aint uncomfy with ma chest, just like when this is on.”
And that was the last Wade ever asked about it. Logan seems pretty honest with his response, plus Wade did see him off with it. He noticed that Logan kept it off when he wore his pretty white wife-beaters, and also when he’d sleep.
But as time went on, Logan wore them more often, to sleep, under every shirt, and honestly Wade kinda missed his chest.
Yeah, he tried to remember it was all up to Logan, and he’d never ever ask him to take it off, because it wasn’t about him. But it had almost reached the two month mark where he hadn’t seen Logan’s tits, and was getting sick of this shit he wore like a second skin.
So a week or so later Logan and Wade were sitting on the couch watching their movie. Wade had picked out ‘Mean Girls” for like- the tenth time, but it was October 3rd, and as Wade quoted, ‘The most iconic say to watch it’ , so they did.
Logan silently grew to like this movie too, so he didn’t complain.
Wade glanced at Logan, seeing him sitting there with the dammned binder on and he sighed as he looked back at the tv.
Maybe 30 or so minutes later, and Logan grumbled under his breath. Wade looks dover to see Logan weakly attempting to rub his shoulder before sighing and dropping his obviously stiff arm.
“Peanut, you alright there?”
“Mhm.”
Wade let it go, but ten minutes later and he saw Logan weakly try to do the same thing.
“You’re stiff.” Wade stated, and Logan grunted with a small nod.
“Peanut, you shoulda told me you grandpa.”
Logan sent a small warning growl, until Wade said “Want me to give you a massage or something?”
Logan paused, before sighing and nodding. Wade smiled, moving over to the couch. “You gotta do something for me, kitty.”
“Hm?”
As Wade traced his finger up Logan’s arm to rest on his shoulder, he said “Let me take this off, alright?”
Logan paused, frowning before nodding. Wade smiled, unclipping the binder and noticing how it was so fucking tight he was surprised the man could breathe. Especially when he slipped it off an it had left an imprint on Logan’s beautiful chest.
So Logan sat there, shirtless, as Wade stared at his well built chest a bit breathless. And as he put the binder aside, he pushed Logan into the mattress, so that he lay on his stomach.
“You okay, baby?”
Logan’s breath caught at the nickname that Wade had never used, before nodding slowly. He let his head rest sideways on his crossed arms, comfortably lying.
And then he felt a weight on his lower back, a bit above his ass. He grunted, but then a soothing voice came. “It’s just me peanut.”
Logan took a deep breath, and suddenly, two hands were on his back, eliciting a small groan of pleasure from him. He knew Wade was smiling, but let his eyes close as Wade moved his skilled hands up and down his back, kneading the soft flesh and metal bones under his knuckles.
And Logan didn’t care at this point, soft groans and grunts of pleasure. He let Wade massage all the way up to his shoulders, and nearly whimpered when his hands went to one spot on his upper shoulder.
“Mmph…there..please..Wade, there..”
Wade didn’t say anything, but he did focus on that spot. Kneiding out the sore and knotted muscles under his hands, he didn’t comment on the noises Logan was making.
After a few more times of going over his entire back, Logan felt a warm weight settle on his entire back, and two arms wrap aeround him.
“Mm thanks Bub.”
“You gotta stop wearin such tight ass binders.” Wade said gently, his vice warm in Logan’s ear.
But Logan shook his head like a small child, adorable, and give a small sound of protest.
Wade sat up, “Logan.” He said softly, and it made the others heart jump, the use of his name was more intimate that any oter persont name.
“I’m not stopping you from wearing them, but I’,m gonna fin you one that doesn’t suffocate you.”
After a moment of silence, there was a tired nod from Logan ,eyes still closed, and Wade smiled.
“Thanks, peanut.”
“Thanks Bub.”