Shower time
It was 3 am, and Logan couldn’t sleep evertime he shut his eyes. Flashbacks of old memories flooded his mind, making him crave a beer.
Walking to the fridge of the small apartment, he passed by the bathroom, the shower running.
Logan brushed it off and assumed Wade was taking a shower for how he acted. Logan wasn’t surprised about his late shower.
He opened the fridge and dug though until he found his secret stash. He pulled old a cheap beer and bit the lid off, spitting it in the trash.
At the same time Logan tipped his head back, his Adam apple bobbing with the large gulp.
He smelled him.
A thick, overwhelming smell of want and need
A quite groan left his lips, making the achoal slip down his chin.
"Wade,” he mumbled out, running a hand through his spiky hair.
He knew what he smelled like; of course Logan lived with the man.
“Fuck couldn’t do that shit in your room?” Logan quickly downed the beer, wanting to be away from the sweet scent.
As he passed the bathroom, he tried to not listen, but with his better hearing, that was hard to do.
Soft, mindless grunts and the sound of a slick hand running back and forth
Fuck fuck the smell was so strong, so fucking strong, Logan’s chest tensed as it invaded every part of him.
His feet stopped without his permission.
Fuck move Logan move move move move he needed to move
“Mmf” “Ha.. shit shit." Wade's voice trembled out; the sound should have been covered up by the shower.
But Logan wasn’t normal.
unconsciously logans mouth slightly dropped open to smell the scent better, a low, soft growl emitted from him.
The slick sounds stopped.
“Hello???? Is Satan here to finally get me?” Wades voice called out confused.
The shower turned off, and Logan’s heart beat faster. He suddenly gained control of his legs and started to move back to his room quickly.
“I’ll have you know that,“ Wade's voice was cut off by Logan reaching his room and shutting the door.
He immediately laid back against the bed and undid his jeans, palming himself roughly. Fuck shit, why did Wade's smell make him so? ”Mhmmm,” Logan leaned his head back against the wooden frame as his hand grasped around himself, giving himself a few pumps.
Logan couldn’t remember the last time he was so desperate and so needy just for the smell. the smell of wade
Wade wade wade wade wade wade wade wade wade wade wade “wade”
What would his hand feel like?
At the thought Logan ripped his hand away from his leaking dick, the pleasure that shot through him from just the thought made his claws shoot out into the soft bedding.
Fuck, of course, for a normal person, the more you turn on, the better?
Not for Logan
No, because he couldn’t control himself. For example, now his claws are imbedded deep into his bed.
He was desperate, but the thought of rutting against his bed to chase for an orgasm made him think he would rather die than have anyone walk into the room. seeing him do that
Especially wade
Wade
A knock at the door had Logan pulling his claws back in and tucking himself back into his pants
Another knock
Logan didn’t have to ask who was at the door because it was obvious it was the smell of his roommate Wade.
Not the overwhelming sweet smell, but just Wade, it seems he must have...
Finished
Logan grumpily opened the door, frustrated and horny. “Yeah?”
"Hey, oh, woah." Wade peaked over Logan to see his room, trashing the fluff in the bed and pillows all over.
For whatever reason Logan felt embarrassed, even if Wade had no idea why his room was torn up. Logan stood closer to the door blocking the view.
"Huh, touchy subject? Anyway, I’ll just assume you picked the wrong fight with a chicken." Wade snickered to himself as he reached to Logan’s shoulder, brushing a feather off.
Logan huffed and grabbed Wade's hand. “What do you want? It’s 4 in the morning” trying to sound threatening, but all Logan really felt was pent-up frustration.
Was this the hand Wade used?
Logan quickly threw his hands down at the thought.
"Yeah, yeah, whaatttteverr, honey bagger. I know you can’t handle a conversation or whatever." Wade rolled his eyes, and at that moment Logan started to shut the door in his face.
“Wait! Okay, fine, you left empty bottles on the table, and you know Granny doesn’t like that.”
Logan scoffed, attempting to shut the door again. Even if Wade didn’t smell sweetly sick, he still smelled like...fuck.
“I said WAIT, and YOU almost made me shit myself in the shower from the creepiest growling sound. I thought Satan himself came to drag me down to hell, so chill it out,” Wade rambled on.
Logan growled in annoyance, biting out a harsh "goodnight.”
Wades face lit up at the sound,”Like that! But deeper and more... like, um, feral? Noo..” Wade continued
Logan’s face heated up at Wade's words. He stepped forward, grabbing the front of his shirt and lifting Wade into the air. “Shut the fuck up before I tear you up like my room.”
For a moment, Wade just looked at Logan, a small smile spreading across his scarred face as he looked down.
“Nice tits”
Logan barred his teeth Finnaly at his limit of being patient with a guy who won’t leave him alone to sin by himself.
A sloppy punch was thrown by Logan's free hand.
Wade caught his wrist and twisted it, making Logan drop Wade to the ground with a grunt.
Wade was confused, dropping his gaurd; normally it would take much more effort to actually get out of that situation.
Something was wrong with Logan, but Wade didn’t have enough time to dwell on that as Logan tackled Wade to the ground with a loud thump.
“Is pissing me off your favorite pass time?” Logan’s harsh breaths rang out
Logan was straddling Wade, now pinning his hands up by stabbing a claw through it.
“As much as I don’t mind your sexy shirtless on me, mabye you shouldn’t put holes in the floor blind-"
Logan wasn’t listening; this was a mistake. Wade was so close he could feel
He could feel Wade's warm body under him as Logan leaned down to threaten Wade, but he didn’t
Wade smelled good.
“Logan?” Wade questioned
It wasn’t the smell of want but just..Wade. How Wade smelled so good something took over him. Logan couldn’t stop himself.
Closer he got closer to Wade, their chests barley touching as he sniffed a deep breath of Wade's neck.
“Woah woah, are you drunk? Which is weird because you can’t get drunk." Wade said, starting to struggle underneath Logan, who was now chest to chest with him.
That’s when Logan smelled it again. It wasn’t as strong, but it was still his scent, his sweet scent. Logan was completely lost in his senses.
“Logan?” Wade questioned, "Logan, are you okay?”
Logan licked Wade's neck slowly; his canniese is slightly scraping against Wade's skin.
Wade's body twitch with a filthy shudder and gasp left him out of shock. “Woah, I don’t know if I’m the most confused or horniest I've ever been in my life.”
Half way through the sentence, Logan realized what he just did and practiced flew off Wade, his face red without a word. He fled to his room and shut the door.