Can I put my tits away?
Wade pov
“Can I put my tits away, or do you want control of that to?” Logan said with a bite to his tone that Wade didn’t miss
"No, keep them out; they make me happy." Wade said, glancing over to Logan, who shoved his shirt back down.
“Why did you even ask?” Wade pouted, biting his lip.
It was much easier to just kiss Logan and not think about the fact that he wasn’t loved back in return.
Logan probably knew that Wade didn’t joke about the ‘I love you’ and was using that as a excuse to not make it awkward and to avoid the whole thing all together.
So there wasn’t a point to for Wade to hold himself back from Logan anymore since his feelings would never be...
But in the slight chance that Logan was really as dense as a rock and thought wades confession was a joke, he would attempt to tell Logan again later.
“Because whatever you told me to do, I was going to do the opposite." Logan huffed out, finally taking his hand of palming himself.
This was so complicated. How did Logan really feel? Wade wanted to know so badly.
But at least they cleared up that neither of them were using each other just for a fun time; they were there because of friendship.
So why did the idea of fucking Logan still feel so wrong? Friends with benefits was a thing, and just because Wade had one-sided feelings from what he knew doesn’t mean that still couldn’t work.
"Oh, so you hate me." Wade responded a little too late from for being stuck in his own head.
“Never said that." Logan retorted
Wade knew his old reason for not wanting to kiss or fuck Logan was that he wanted to tell Logan of his feelings that, at the time, thought were reciprocated before they did anything serious, not wanting Logan to feel like it was just for lust..what if..what if...
“Logan um- I think we already cleared this up, but you know I’m not using you for your body, okay? We were friends and still are long before any of...” Wade winced out uncomfortably, not really wanting to start the serious talk.
“I did think that... before, but not so much now." Logan weakly said like communicating was forcing him to drink the maple syrup sweet tea.
Okay, so Wade had a right to be worried. “Well, I don't, and if you don’t get that through your head, I’ll never kiss you again." Wade said, pointing a finger.
“Oh no, how will I ever survive?" Logan grumbled out with an annoyed growl.
“So your mad at me for making you communicate." Wade rolled his eyes. “You giant piss baby.”
“I am not a piss, baby Wade.”
“That’s something a piss baby would say.”
Logan growled out his claws, now pointing at Wade. ”I’m great at fucking communicating, okay!”
“Oh yeah, prove it then." Wade singed out, wondering why Logan was randomly defensive at being bad at communicating.
And then he remembered what Logan said.
‘Because whatever you told me to do, I was going to do the opposite.’
“Well.. um… I like kissing you.” Logan said his face flushing claws, getting closer to Wade, who could now spot their home.
“Tell me something I don’t know, honeybanger; it’s pretty obvious when your tounge fucking my mouth.”
Logan growled again and pulled in his claws, huffing as he slammed himself into his seat, “shut up.”
“So you can’t communicate?” Wade pushed a little more, not sure where the actual boundaries started, but he wanted more real information to rely on.
“I wasn’t going to call you... because I’m afraid of what you do to me—when I’m around you, I don’t recognize myself." Logan’s voice was wickedly smooth as he stared away from Wade.
“Oh, damn okay, I was not expecting that. Give me a moment." Wade quickly rushed out, running over all of the responses in his head before picking one.
“How do you feel around me?” Wade's voice was small as a desperate flame with hope wanted Logan to say in love.
“Confused, horny…happy… I feel hope, and that’s the strangest thing of all to me. I gave that up in my timeline years ago.”
Wade held his breath, scared that if he moved Logan would realize what was happening. Was Logan confessing to him without realizing???
Because no way absolutely no way that wasn’t the fruitiest and most romantic thing Wade has ever heard.
“So-“ Wade started
“Shut up. This isn’t a therapy session, so no more questions. I’m done.”
Wade Parked the car, and Logan almost immediately jumped out to walk to Wades side and yanked him out.
“Holy, cranberry shit, your acting like without me you can’t bust one,” then Logan’s face dropped as he threw Wade over his shoulder.
“What! What was that face expression? I am feeling way too many things right now." Wade beat on Logan’s back with his hands flailing in response. Logan smacked Wade's ass while unlocking the door.
“Ow! Why aren’t you responding? Don’t make me pull out the baby knife." Wade threatened with an oof, Logan threw him onto the couch and pounced on him.
That’s when Wade saw Logan’s face all red, his mouth open and his sharp vampire teeth exposed, and Logan leaned in to kiss Wade but was stopped by the hands on his chest.
(Logan is being effected badly by being hotboxed by wades scent in the car, so he’s acting kind of feral.)
Wade wrapped his legs around Logan’s waist. “I won’t kiss you if you don’t tell me why your face just dropped when I said that.”
Logan growled in frustration and leaned into a kiss again, but the baby knife was at his throat in seconds.
“Wade I'll tell you later. Just… fuck please. I need to kiss you.”
And Wade almost gave in from Logan, begging to kiss him, but he had to stay strong; he didn't know if that face expression Logan made was good or bad.
“Nu uh now-"
“Fine fuck! You walking bag of shit, I can’t cum by myself without cutting my dick off with my claws!”
Wade brought Logan closer with his legs and kissed him hard, wrapping his arms around his neck and sighing hard at the friction of rubbing against each other, but this time it wasn’t enough.
Wade pulled away from Logan, who basically wined like a dog from the loss of his lips.
“I know you just confessed something, but I’m still a little confused. If you explain more, I’ll suck you off." Wade panted out even if Logan didn’t tell him he would definitely still suck him off because Wade couldn’t resist him.
“Ughh fuck you talk too much." Logan complained, so Wade stopped moving his hips, and Logan whimpered, “When I get to horny and im close, I can’t control my claws, so they just shoot out, okay?” Logan impatiently said embarrassed.
"OHHH,THATS why in the car your claws came out!” Wade's eyes lit up and so did his dick, because that was the hottest thing ever.
"now-" Logan breathed out undoing his belt "you pay your end of the bargain"
"absolutely" Wade said
It was so much easier just to touch each other without thinking to deeply about what really was happening.
So Wade would let himself go because he wasn't sure what to do anymore at this point.