I hate (love) everything about you
Logan stepped out onto the fire escape, raising his hand up to block the chill wind from blowing out the flame of his lighter. He inhaled from the freshly lit cigar and let his eyes fall shut. It had been another long day--a really fucking long day. He had been living in the shitty apartment with Wade for a little over 4 months now, ever since they saved the world he ended up crashing with the incredibly annoying man. He would never admit it, but he was very grateful to have a place to stay, all things considered. Even on days like today where he found his patience wearing thin, he is secretly happy to not be back in his old universe, drowning out his existence with whatever kind of alcohol he could get his hands on. Before the cool air and the burn of his cigar could calm his anger, Wade came bustling out onto the fire escape after him, not letting him catch a break. The metal creaked under their combined weight.
"Come on, I said I'm sorry, it really was an accident," Wade muttered, voice quieting as he continued, "this time."
Logan didn't even spare him a glance as he leaned over the railing and took another puff. He was really not in the mood, and Wade just did not understand boundaries--or personal space for that matter. Truth be told, Logan had gotten used to living in such close quarters with the man, it's not exactly the first time in his long life that he'd been in a similar situation and he was not easily embarrassed either. For some reason, though, everything Wade did seemed to rile him up. If it had been anyone else, he wouldn't mind getting walked in on in the shower, or having someone steal his clothes, or even waking up to them completely wrapped around him like an octopus--which was why they were arguing now. Since he had moved in, they had been sharing the pull out couch most nights. Some nights ended up with one of them on the floor, the bed not really being big enough for two grown men trying to be a respectable distance from one another. Logan lets the night breeze run over him, cooling the sweat-soaked parts of him. It was somehow too warm inside, especially after being awoken in such a compromising position. He felt a tug at his shirt sleeve and reluctantly cast a glance towards Wade. He was standing there, shirtless and shivering a bit, looking up at Logan like he really was sorry, which Logan had a hard time believing.
He blew out a puff of smoke into Wade's face, causing him to start coughing. He felt a smirk creep up on his face, feeling a sick sense of joy at his discomfort. Logan would swear up and down that they weren't friends, not really. Not even frenemies as Wade so often called them. "I really hate you, you know," he said, anger evident in his voice. "I can't even get a full night's rest without you trying to feel me up in one way or another."
Wade's head dropped a little, and Logan almost thought he looked embarrassed. He seemed to think about something for a little while before finally opening his mouth, "I know I make a lot of jokes about all the nasty, nasty things that I want to do to you--and there are a lot, I mean look at you, hubba hubba," he let his eyes wander up and down Logan's body for emphasis, Logan just rolled his eyes, hoping the pink on his cheeks would be attributed to the cold, "but I really was asleep when I got all handsy with you. Scout's honor, I promise. Let's not argue, it's late, and think of the kids," he joked, moving his hand up to cover his heart in faux worry. Logan tried not to laugh at that, couldn't admit he found the bastard as funny as he did. He shook his head, taking another pull from his cigar before putting it out in the center of Wade's chest, letting his eyes linger there for a little while longer. "Ow, fuck, that hurt motherfucker," Wade, tired from the day before and wanting nothing more than to go back to bed, did something incredibly dumb. His hand snaked down to his pocket and before Logan knew what was happening a whisper of "baby knife," and a stinging sensation hit him right in the side of his thigh. He let out a hiss at the pain and let his claws come out, grabbing Wade by the neck and pushing him up against the wall, one set of claws pressing against his neck roughly, drawing a bit of blood.
"Do you really wanna go there with me right now, bub?" he panted out against Wade's neck, causing a shiver to run through his body. His bare back ached where he was brutally thrown against the brick and he felt the adrenaline begin to pump. Logan tried not to notice how electric it felt between them when they were pressed together, but he couldn't help wondering if Wade felt it too. While his whole being was telling him to hate Wade, for some sick, twisted reason he found his presence in his life to be a lifeline, and it pissed him off more than anything. If he was being honest, he would be happy to live here for the rest of his life, which was a long fucking time ahead. Wade looked up at him with blown pupils, trying to be upset with Logan, but the fatigue was wearing on him and he felt himself being vulnerable, hoping Logan would just take it as a joke, "listen here, I wanna go everywhere with you babygirl, let's get that clear," he licked his lips, mind clearly wandering off into the gutter, "but I really just want to go to bed and not have to worry about being fucking shish-kabobbed if my body is drawn to your warmth. I'm not making a move on you, okay? I heard you loud and clear, you aren't into it, but I still want us to be close because I care about you, and I wouldn't be trying to make you uncomfortable on purpose considering how bad I don't want you to move out."
Wade's eyes fluttered shut, head lolling back against the brick as he became more limp in Logan's hold. Logan wasn't sure how to feel about what was just said. Wade had been more than intense with the flirtatious jokes, but Logan knew well that Wade did that with everyone. So why did what he just said sound more like a confession than a joke? And why did it piss Logan off even more to realize he had been written off so easily. He hated Wade, most of the time. Hated the way he woke Logan up with all the clambering noises he makes getting ready, how he took way too long in the shower using up all the hot water. He hated how quick he was to think up the next funny quip or stupid joke, and how he unabashedly loved the things he enjoyed even if he would be judged for it. Logan bit down hard on his tongue, trying to keep his mouth shut.
Blood filled his senses, his and Wade's, as he retracted his claws, still holding Wade against the wall. He let out a breathy shake of laughter, grip tightening on him. "You say that like you're serious," Logan let Wade go harshly, "but you're never fucking serious. I hate that too. You get on my nerves so fucking much so why the fuck do I put up with it all."
Wade's eyes shoot open, filled with awe and shock, a blush rising up to his face. "Sometimes I am serious," he said, breathless, "you just can't ever tell." He let out a small laugh, eyes following Logan as he headed back inside. He was quick to follow, eyes trained on him the whole time. Logan settled back down into the bed, not pulling the covers over him in case he got too hot again. He laid on his back staring at the ceiling, ignoring Wade as he got into the bed next to him. The room was dark except for the moonlight shining in, illuminating their bodies. Logan could feel Wade's eyes boring into the side of his head.
"What," he grunted, not wanting to deal with any of Wade's bullshit. Wade let out a shaky breath, sleep evident in his voice, "tell me what you hate about me."
It's less of a request and more of a hopeful demand, as if he felt he deserved to know it all. Logan chuckled at that, "do you want to change your batshit behavior all of a sudden?" He glanced over at Wade, seeing his eyes half shut in his tiredness, but still looking right at him, seeming incredibly vulnerable. Wade just smiled at him, beaming like he wasn't being told how much he annoyed the gruff man. For some reason, Logan felt an ache in his chest that made him not want to say anything at all. Regardless of how much the other man got on his nerves, he had to admit it wasn't enough of a hinderance to him to strain their already unstable relationship. While he hated to admit it, he couldn't imagine his life without the idiot next to him.
"I mostly hate how much you assume you know about me. I'm completely different from the other Logan, and maybe if you could get your head out of your ass and realize that, you wouldn't be such an idiot. And I wouldn't have to wonder when you're serious, or when you're fucking around and I need to push you away," Logan saw Wade beginning to fall asleep, smile still on his lips, and he was drifting off too, "I hate that you make me feel all this weird shit, and have to wonder why the fuck I love your stupid ass." Logan let his eyes fall shut, both men facing towards each other as they fell asleep. He felt comfort hearing Wade's breathing as he slept and let the burning in his chest consume him, allowing himself to feel what terrified him.
Wade woke up with a start the next morning, eyes wide with shock as he recalled what Logan had said.