Disaster
Logan can't even suppress an embarrassing squeal when Wade thrusts into him. His dick reaches so fucking deep into him it's almost painful when he stretches him even further apart than he thought possible. The pleasure is overwhelming. It has been way too long since Logan has felt full. And Wade's cock is just so. Fucking. Huge. Even his thoughts are disrupted by the harsh pace Wade is setting. His clit rubs into the sheets below making his body spasm. He can feel how wet he is as it covers his thighs. Wade sets his hands on the divots where Logan's hips are and it's too much. Logan's heart is slamming in his ribcage just thinking of the fact that it's Wade who's doing this to him. Oh he was fucking close. He was so-
Logan abruptly wakes up to a tongue trying to shove itself into his mouth. He shoots up, knocking dogpool off of him. He gags rubbing at his mouth to get her slobber off his chin as she sits staring up at him. Sometimes her eyes really freak him out. Logan flops back onto the couch. Shit. How long had he been asleep? He slowly blinked, taking in his surroundings around him, surprised to see the apartment looking clean. Well cleaner than usual. He rubbed his head trying to remember what was supposed to happen tonight. Oh yeah. The party.
Wade had been busting his ass to throw Vanessa a spectacular birthday party. It really pissed Logan off. He didn't exactly have a problem with Vanessa. She was…fine. He didn't exactly favor how piercing her gaze was when he was around. Like she was analyzing him or even trying to intimidate him. And Logan would glare right back. He just couldn't comprehend how you could reject someone who saved the entire universe for you. Well, Jean had done that to him a multitude of times and he just didn't want to see Wade be put through it too. But it didn't matter anymore.
Logan sighed which shifted into a frustrated groan. Ugh, he had promised to Wade that he would help him decorate but he could see that Wade had handled it himself. Goddamnit, he hadn't meant to fall asleep. He turned to look at the right side of the couch he was on. Logan jumped at the sight of the mercenary sleeping beside him. It was scary how silent he could be, Logan hadn't even noticed him. His heart lurched into his throat. Shit. Wade looked so goddamn peaceful. It pissed him off. Why him of all people? Logan swears he catches feelings for any good looking person who's nice to him. Logan's mind wanders and he remembers the dream he had. He can feel himself throb beneath his boxers. His eyes hyperfixate on Wade's exposed mouth. Oh Logan could just lean forward and… And what? Logan swore to himself he was not going down this road again. He slapped the side of Wade's cheek lightly.
“Hey. Bub. Wake up.” Wade scrunched his face, turning away from Logan's hand. “Mmph. Thorrrr.” He mumbled into the couch. Someone knocked on the door. Logan sighed, getting up to greet them. Wade's friends had welcomed him into the group. They were all fucking weirdos so Logan didn't question their judgement. He opened the door to lock eyes with Vanessa. He noticed Laura and Althea were with her as well.
Althea, or blind Al as Wade so horrifically liked to call her, had moved out of the apartment months ago. Something about wanting to be deaf and unresolved sexual tension, he hadn't been listening. Logan also knew that it wasn't ideal for an old woman to live around two technically immortal men took their frustrations out on each other, no matter how much cocaine she snorted. His eyes settled on Laura, giving her a small smile and nod. Wade had waited until the last moment to reveal that ‘oh yeah remember X-23? Well she's your biological daughter :3’ Logan had wanted to snap his arm in half again because he didn't think to tell him that SOONER? Logan cringed at all the times he was such a jerk to her. But they were cool now. Sometimes it's nice to have someone like you, they understand almost everything you do even before you do.
Logan greets the three of them with a small nod and a quick hello. He turned for them to follow him into the apartment, he quickly noticed that Wade had disappeared from his spot on the couch. They were met with the adhd ridden man. Wade had a horrific hot pink apron wrapped around him as he grabbed something out the oven. “Happy birthday buddy-o!” He grinned as he held out a fully decorated cake with what looked like Vanessa on it who was horribly drawn in icing. Logan let out a small laugh but covered it with a cough. He pretended to cough further into his elbow to hide the slight blush in his face.
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The night had been pretty entertaining, filled with drinking and loud stories told by tipsy people who didn't know they were talking loud. It took a lot to get Logan drunk but Vanessa and Wade set such an insane pace, he could feel his mind getting hazy. He had one shots too many and couldn't remember how he had gotten on the roof. He watched as the smoke from his cigar left his mouth and rose to the night sky above. He took another drag as he heard someone slam a door open behind him and stumble onto the rooftop. “Honey badgerrr!!” a slurred voice yelled out. “Where have you been! We had cake without you!” Wade giggled into his hand.
Logan smiled, putting out his cigar. He watched as the other man walked up to meet him near the edge. His hand reached out to grip Wade's bicep to balance him. “Why'd you leave? We are having a great time!” Wade spoked towards the sky. Logan shrugged. “You were having a great time with Vanessa.” He emphasized. He didn't know why he said it like that. The drunk feeling was catching up to him. It ticked him off. “What?” Wade paused. “What's your problem with Vanessa?” He scoffed. “Nothing asshole.” Logan bit back a growl. “No seriously, why are you treating my ex-lover-now-best-buddy-forever like that?” Wade squinted. “Like what? I haven't done anything” Logan mumbled stepping closer. “Oh you know what I'm talking about.” Wade sniped back. “It's in the way you look at her, like she's a pain in your incredible ass. She hasn't done anything!” Wade's voice cracked. “Wade enough. You're drunk.” Logan settled his hand on Wade's chest. “No. No. You're always bitchy to everyone. Now I get to say stuff to you.” Wade stumbled over his own foot to boop Logan's nose. “You're nothing but an alcoholic prick who thinks he can say shitty things to anybody and they won't get hurt by it. You know what I have had-” Logan brings his hands to Wade's cheeks and pulls him in.
And they're kissing. Their teeth clack on impact since they're both drunk as hell. But it's almost heavenly. Logan relishes the feeling of Wade's soft lips against his own. Their noses are smashed together as they breathe each other's air, and they both couldn't muster up a single fuck to give. The world seems to spin, he doesn't know whether it's due to the alcohol or the amazing small weak noises Wade gasps out into his mouth. Oh he needed this. He didn't know how much he needed Wade. He's so euphoric, he feels like he could profess some sort of undying love to Wade. A hand pushed against his chest. He separates from Wade and chooses to keep their noses rested against each other. He slowly opens his eyes which he hadn't even known he had closed.
Fuck. Fuck shit. Motherfucker. He stops upon seeing the look in Wade's eyes. Rejection. He's rejecting him. Logan shoves himself away from the other man, like the very touch of him hurts. It does hurt. Wade is looking at him with such a pitiful look. I have to get out of here.
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Logan beelines to the bedroom of the apartment. What remains of the party is everyone lounging on the small couch in the living room watching a movie. Laura is asleep on an armchair, her head resting on her elbow. Logan feels relieved. He knows she would be the only one who would be able to convince him to stay. Logan closes the door and rushes towards the closet. Being here was a mistake. Kissing him was- He rips a jacket from his section of the wardrobe. His hand wanders the closet until it finds his stash of money. Logan figures he'll just sleep on a park bench tonight.
The bedroom door shuts, Vanessa stands behind him. Ugh, Logan cannot handle her right now. “Oh James. Have you seen Wade?” She chucked. “It is James right? I wasn't sure if ‘Logan’ was a close- friend-only sort of thing.” “Logan is fine.” He muttered out. “Hey, is something wrong?” Her resolve changed as her posture straightened. “Does it look like it is?” He snapped. Her eyes squinted slightly. “You're leaving. You can't leave him, you know how bad it gets.” He did know how bad it gets. “You did.” The alcohol really made his filter vanish. Her eyes flashed. Logan felt a slight twinge of fear. He had gone too far, he really was fucking everything up tonight. “I mean he saved the universe for you.” It clearly didn't come out the way he wanted to as she lowered her gaze. “He didn't.” She breathed. “He didn't do it for me.” She raised her head and stared right into his eyes. Oh. Oh.
Logan maneuvered past her. He was determined to put this entire night behind him. He'd deal with the fact that he had destroyed everything worthwhile in his life in the morning. Vanessa reached out to grip his arm. “Don't leave him behind. I mean he needs you.” She spoke softly. Logan sighed, “you can say I'm an expert at leaving people behind.” And he left.