I am NOT an old man!!!
Why couldn't Logan resist? Why did Logan have to sniff wades delicious mouthwatering scent and make the car ride he demanded to go on awkward?
Logan still remembered how close Wade got to him to put the hat on. Wade got so close that it would be easy to rest his hands on Wade's hips...
The hat that Logan still had on
Fuck, of course he folded, but he wouldn’t tell Wade that no, if he asked why Logan kept the hat on, he would simply say, ‘It’s too much of a bother to take it off.’
Awkward silence besides the soft music from the radio playing
How could a car ride with Wade be awkward?
Wade was never awkward to be around; the guy always had something to say.
Logan leaned his head against the window until he couldn’t take bumping his head on the glass from the rocky road.
"Fuck, okay, we’re going?” Logan said he was really looking at Wade for the first time since they got in the car (the Honda oddesy).
“To a guy that knows a guy that knows a guy." Wade said, drumming his hands on the wheel to the beat of the song.
“Sounds sketchy,” Logan replied, watching wades hands.
“Oh yeah, it definitely is no doubt, but don’t worry, I won’t let you suffer the same fate as me for trusting a random guy that said they could fix me." Wade said nonchalantly trauma dumping.
Logan nodded his head. “What’s this song?” Wanting to desperately keep the conversation alive, not wanting to suffer the fate of his brain overthinking the awkward silence
“Exuse me?” Wade said with the sassy of a thousand Karen's, taking his eyes off the road to stare at Logan.
“What!? I just asked you a question: Keep your eyes on the damn road." Logan snapped, reaching out with his hand to turn Wade's face with his chin to the road.
"Ughhh, that was so-“ Wade interrupted himself with a sigh (he was going to say, ugh, that was so hot).
"Never mind you have never heard a single song of Taylor Swift??” Wade complained
Logan scoffed and looked forward, reclining his seat a decent amount. “I don’t know, dipshit, it’s almost like I don’t have times to listen to music in my timeline other than the country shit they play at almost every bar.”
Wade huffed, “I kill people too , and I still know who Taylor Swift is, and reclining that seat is dangerous if we get into a reck.“
“Wade I can’t fucking die, so who gives 10 fucks? I’ll tell you, not me." Logan smiled out, pulling the bill of the hat over his eyes and raising a middle finger.
“Whatever sassy pants,” Wade said, turning up the music and mumbling under his breath, "I never thought I would meet a man sassier then me.”
“You forget I basically have super hearing; there’s no point in mumbling under your breath." Logan said, crossing his arms.
“Shut up, sleepy Joe, you couldn’t even handle 20 minutes into a car ride without reclining your seat! and trying to take a nap! Now talk about old man activity.”
Logan sat up, his hat falling off from the sudden movement. “Old man?”
"Yeah, old man buddy, you don’t even know Taylor Swift!" Wade started looking back at Logan, starting to pay no attention to the road.
Logan sighed hard, turning the music all the way down before leaning over and grabbing the side of Wade's face, forcing him to look at the road.
“You talk how dangerous me reclining in my seat is, but then you go on to look anywhere but the road.” After Logan finished his mini speech, his nose twitched, and he quickly let go of Wade's face.
Damn it Wade started emitting the sweet scent of his lust.
“I can't—I can’t help it—who doesn’t get a little turned on by man handling? I’m trying to control it for your mutation thingy." Wade started trying his best to look at the road and not glance over at Logan.
“Just shut up and roll down the windows." Logan replied, face flushed with a heavy sigh, laying back against his reclined seat.
Logan wasn’t sure if he was more embarrassed now that Wade knew that just by his smell he drove Logan crazy...
he wanted to lick, suck, and tear apart Wade from every angle of his scarred body.
Fuck, mabye, not in that much detail, but still
The lie Logan told yesterday bubbled to the front of his mind as he tried to breathe as much clean oxygen from the window.
Logan told Wade that the scent thing happened with everyone recently, not just Wade, but that was a big fucking lie.
Logan knew because..
The scent of the neighbors upstairs getting it on drifted down the air vents, but Logan paid no mind; he actually couldn’t give two shits.
“Logan I know this must be uncomfortable for you, and I am sorry." Wade started, and Logan immediately knew Wade slipped out of his persona.
Guilt swarmed Logan’s body, and he stayed quite close to his eyes.
“Don’t worry, we can probably fix you; if not, I think nose plugs will do the trick." Wade joked, trying to make Logan feel better.
Fuck
Fuck fuck fuck
Logan was upset at himself, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell Wade that it was just him.
It was just Wade that drove Logan crazy.
It was just Wade that made Logan swoon from just one breath of his delicious scent.
But that was a fucking crazy thing to say, like batshit crazy; it would basically be the same thing as saying
‘Oh yeah, I’m attracted to you.’
But Logan wasn’t Logan wasn’t attracted to Wade.. no..it just randomly happened to be Wade, just a fucked up random selection.
But deep down, Logan knew
Wade didn’t always smell this good; it wasn’t always fun to hang around and talk to exist next to each other.
Mabye, he was just
Falling in-
“HOLY SHIT FUCK MY BALLSSSSS,” Wade yelled as a big ass car swerved in front of him, causing Wade to dramatically press the brakes enough that it had Logan lurching forward.
A sharp pain bloomed over Logan’s chest.
Of course, his broke a rib from sitting wrong while Wade was perfectly fine.
“God damn it." Logan hissed out, waiting impatiently for his rib to heal.
“What’s wrong?“ Wade asked before he started laughing as he pulled off onto a gas station parking lot to calm his sudden adrenaline spike.
"I broke my fucking rib" Logan quietly said knowing the next words Wade would say
“I told you so.” Wade giggled
"Whatever,” Logan growled out his rib. Finnaly healing
“Tolddddddddddddddd you so." Wade repeated, followed by a snort.
“Shut up before I hang you on my claws,” Logan said, raising a fist, his claws slicing out
“AH-ah, okay, put those things away; those literally scream IM WOLVERINE and I’m alive!” Wade replied, batting Logan’s wrist.
Logan took a deep breath to calm himself and caught the scent of desire from Wade again.
“Fuck..again Wade? You such a fucking masochist." Logan said with a grunt.
Logan was just getting used to the scent being all air blasted away by the windows being down