Maple syrup sweet tea????
“I can’t deny or confirm your words." Wade responded by turning the car off.
"Yeah, well, I can confirm them because I can smell your perverted ass." Logan hissed out, pinching his nose, but it was futile.
“What happened to you being embarrassed about smelling me? Let’s go back to that. I realize now I like that more.”
“Why did you turn the car off?” Logan grumbled watching Wade turn on the car again to roll the windows up because he forgot
“I’m going inside for a snack and a little drink." Wade responded by pulling out the Deadpool mask and putting it on.
“Do we have time for that?” Logan said fixing his seat
"Mabye, no, yeah? Your asking too many questions." Wade opened the door and stepped outside before peeking his head back in.
“You commeinn?” Wade said, wiggling his fingers at Logan.
Fuck Logan wished he was coming. If
If you
If you get what I mean
“Ah, no, I’m fine. The car is just fine, and what’s up with the mask?” Logan said, his hand nonchalantly resting over his crotch.
“I’m in the mood to get looked at like I’m a weirdo who forgot it wasn’t Halloween, not disgusting looks because of my ham face.”
Wade shut the door, and Logan assumed he left, but moments later Logan’s door opened, Wade standing outside.
“Your coming with me.”
"No, I'm not.”
“Yes”
“No”
“Whyyyyy nottttt”
Wade pulled on Logan’s hand, trying to pull Logan out of the car.
“Because- I uhh.”
Wade looked down.
"Ohhhh, gotcha me to! That’s why I’m wearing my jacket around my waist here; you can have it instead. I’m feeling a little exhibitionist today anyway.”
Logan flushed Did Wade really have to say that so loudly in public? Damn, this guy really had no shame.
And why was he acting so nonchalant? About Logan being bricked up—and apparently himself?
Oh, mabye, because Wade already felt it against his knee.
“Why can’t you just go by yourself?”
“I have separation anxiety.”
“Fuck fine, give me the jacket. I’m doing this because I’m tired of hearing your voice." Logan said, trying to get out of the car, but Wade leaned in the car, pushing Logan back down.
“Woah woah! Don’t forget the mask and hat." Wade reaches over Logan to grab the mask.
Wade put the hat on Logan, then reached to put on the mask.
But Logan grabbed his hand. “I can do that myself.”
Wade coughed, realizing he got so ahead of himself from this position it would be so easy just to flop down on Logan’s lap and...
Nope, nope, no dirty thoughts Wade, don’t be a bad friend. Don't, don't, don’t.
Wade backed up dramatically from the car after getting off Logan; it wasn’t Wade's fault that his private thoughts were now public to Logan.
Logan got out of the car and shut the door.
Wade's eyes tried to resist but looked down at Logan’s
Little frie—NOPE, big friend, very big friend
“This is the part where you tell me, ‘'my eyes are up here' " Wade started trying not to physically show how hot he felt under his Deadpool mask.
"No, it’s the part where I punched you in the fucking face. Now give me that." Logan yanked off the jacket around Wades waist, securing it around himself.
The action caused Wade to stumble forward, accidentally bumping hips with Logan, and fuckkkkkk. Wade lost it, and Logan definitely smelled it as his breath stuttered in
“Mabye, it’s time I invest in some nose plugs.”
Logan stepped back and started heading to the cheap ass-looking gas station.
“Heh, uh, yeah, mabye... Are you ready to look like we just walked out of a kinkfest?”
“Now why would I look like I walked out of a kinkfest?” Logan questioned, feeling a little offended.
"Well, I’m wearing my Deadpool mask with regular clothes. We both have raging boners, but lucky for you, yours is hidden... it’s giving-“
"Wade, shut up about whatever you’re talking about, and before you answer, I don’t want to know why you know so much about...” Logan started but couldn’t finish.
“We’ll have you seen my movies? I’m a guy in a full leather suit; that’s like 90% of what being kinky is, so of course I had to study the remaining 10%,” Wade Jokingly said as they stood in front of the gas station's dirty glass doors.
“I just told you I didn’t want to really know." Logan complained, stepping inside, but barely got to finish before Wade darted away to look around.
“Holly shit, they have candy they got discounted 42 years ago; that’s how you know this place absolutely slaps!”
If Logan was a normal, he wouldn't have heard what Wade said, Logan speed walked to Wade, who was already movieing to another part of the store.
"Wade, stop moving so fast." Logan said, grabbing his shoulder.
“That’s what she said.“
Logan growled in frustration. “I came out with you because you had'separation anxiety’ but your across the store from me.”
Wade looked down at Logan’s hand on his shoulder before taking a small step back so his hand would fall off.
"Well, I know your around me." Wade said, turning his gaze to the drinks, opening the glass fridge, and pulling out a green tea.
“Why are you stepping back from me? You never used to do that before." Logan said, also turning his back to Wade to look at the shelf of snacks.
“Because of your mutation acting up—smell and whatever.. I don’t want to accidentally...” Wade replied, pulling out a sweet tea (he was going to say take advantage of you).
“Want to what?” Logan said turning around bored of looking at expired snacks.
“Nevermind here! Look what I found." Wade turned around; they both now faced each other.
Wade shoved a sweet tea in his hand.
But it wasn’t just any sweet tea.
“The fuck? Maple syrup sweet tea?” Logan said, flabbergasted and slightly disgusted, completely forgetting about the semi-serious conversation.
Logan took off his mask to show Wade how disturbed he was.
"Yeah, cuz your like Canadian?” Wade whispered out
“Weren’t you born in Canada to?” Logan said, stalking forward, making Wade take steps back until his back was against the cold glass.
"Noooopppee,” Wade said, waveing his hands up in front of him.
Logan unsheathed his claws, and Wade panicked and pulled Logan closer by the wrists, causing Logan to stab Wade in the stomach.
“What did you do that for?” Logan said emotions were turning into confusion.
"Uhhhh, don’t you remember what I said in the car?? Your kitty claws are literally a bright flashing light saying, ‘IM WOLVERINE!!’ Wade quickly and painfully said, letting go of his grip on Logan’s wrists.
“Who cares if everyone finds out I'm the wolverine? I’m the shitty one the world couldn’t give two shits." Logan leaned closer, and on instinct, Wades hands went to rest on Logan’s chest.
“Did you-“
“NO! I didn't. I swear I didn’t mean to touch your rack; it’s like instinct to try to push away a threat!!" Wade quickly took his hands off and rolled his mask halfway up with a huff.
“Wade-“
“I’m scared, okay! I’m scared that once your found out everyone will present you with all these great things, and..and.. you'll.” Wades voice trailed off as he realized how close their faces are now.
Logan started to slowly slide his claws in just as he felt that.. That he was pressed up against wades own boner.
“I’ll what?” Logan
Faces an inch apart
“You will leave me." Wade said defeated.
So close
So close
“I-“ Logan’s lips almost grazed wades.
“HEY!! None of that WEIRDO shit in my store. Get out. I know this is a cheap ass place, but it’s not cheap enough for whatever the hell-"
Logan’s ripped away from Wade at the same time his claws slid back in.
"Okay, yeah, okay, we get it." Wade interrupted the man pulling down his dead pool mask with his lips trembling. Logan didn’t miss that.
They both left the store immediately in a rush.