The booty juice
Logan held on for dear life as Wade speeded away until he finally stopped in some parking lot.
Wade jumped out and climbed up onto the roof in his full Deadpool outfit, hugging Logan.
“Fuck-I can’t leave you alone for a second, can I peanut?” His voice was trembling and worried.
“I can take care of myself just fine..” Logan replied, feeling shaken as he pulled away from wade and got down from the car
Wade followed and suddenly grabbed Logan's face. “Awwww the kissy mark is still there; mabye, I should have put more so those kidnappers know that your already taken.”
Logan growled out and snapped at Wade's hand.
"Okay, okay, no kissy marks." Wade cradled his finger that nearly got severed off.
“We can’t go back; they know our location." Logan said, leaning back against the car with a loud sigh, trying to fight all the adrenaline and tension in his body.
He still felt the restraint holding him down.
“Are you okay there?” Wade took a step forward, taking off his mask and reaching out with his hand, and Logan snapped at it again.
“Calm down, kitty, you’re not looking so good. How about you sit down?" Wade Scooched Logan over to open the back of the car door, sitting logan down by his shoulders.
“Don’t touch me." Logan huffed out. Everything felt too much, the air felt thick like it was trying to strangle him.
“Logan breath” wades voice and hand reached out again.
“Fuck, fuck off, Wade, just leave me alone!” Logan scrambled back until his side met the other side of the car.
Wade climbed in after and said, “Your hyperventilating breath with me." Wade started to do something deep breathing, and that just pissed Logan off.
He didn’t want Wade to see him so vulnerable; he didn’t want anyone to see him have flashbacks.
“It doesn’t matter if I’m breathing; I can’t f-f-ucki-I can’t die." Logan’s breathing was quickening, and he kicked Wade away with his feet.
Wade grabbed Logan's arms that now had his claws out. “There you go with that stupid bullshit Logan.”
“Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, fuck off!” Logan ripped his arms away from Wade and stabbed him through the chest, but relentlessly Wade grabbed Logan’s face, blood spilling down his lips.
“Logan your safe, breath.”
Logan really looked at Wade for the first time since he saw him.
His eyes were sunk with worry, lips parted, heavy breathing, and tears.
“Why are you crying, Wade?”
“Because.. I want to help you, but I’m not sure how to make you realize your worth.. and because...” Wade coughed out blood, and Logan pulled in his claws and caught Wade as he fell forward.
“You don’t have to make me realize anything." Logan wrapped his arms around Wade, trying to comfort him like he did for Logan so many times.
“I do—I know how it feels and it fucking sucks, Logan. You have worth even if you can’t die, so treat yourself...-" Wade's worried mumbles turned into silence as he buried himself deeper into Logan’s neck.
It hurt Logan how much Wade cared; it was sick; it tore him apart. Fuck fuck, why couldn’t Wade just hate him so he could move on?
Move on
But as Wade snuggled into him in a hug full of fithily misunderstanding, he sighed hard, “I’ll try.”
Logan could feel the weak smile of wades bloody lips on his neck. “I’ll make you realize it one day, Logan.”
“Wade”
“Yeah..?”
“Why do you treat me so kind when I treat you like shit?” It was just them in that bloody car packed full of undisolved problems.
“It’s an act, and I can tell when the curtains close." Logan rolled his eyes and breathed, “Not sure what your fancy words mean.”
“Basically, I see the real you." Wades breath tickled his neck, giving Logan goose bumps.
“He died a long time ago.” Logan swallowed hard while saying
“I see him more every day." Logan closed his eyes at those words, trying his best to shun his heart away and pluck the wings that grew.
“Shut up.. I can’t take it anymore, Wade. It would be so much easier if you just fucking hated me." Logan pulled back from the hug to see Wade's glossy eyes and blood-soaked shirt.
“What happened?...I did- did I.. do something?” Wade's love-seeking voice formed into blank and worry, "Nothing,” Logan ushered.
“You pulled away from me." Wade grabbed Logan’s shoulders to keep him in place.
“I was done with the hug.”
"No, not that." Wade said, “Not physically, one moment we were having a heart to heart, and the next moment the walls are back up.” His voice urged Logan to spill the truth.
I love you.
“I don’t know what you're talking about.. Wade we’re are we going? We can’t go back." Logan plucked Wade's hands off him.
Wade sighed “I think blind Al’s hot, rich boyfriend can help.”
“Help? Why would he help us?”
Wade crawled over to the driver seat.
“Blind Al loves me; she’ll pull some strings for me.”
“Doubt that,” Logan moved up to sit in the passenger seat.
“Any other bright ideas then, honey bagger?” Wade replied, starting to drive.
Logan shrugged, feeling tired and sluggish mentally from all that happened today.
It started as a good morning. Wade left a mark on him, but Scott had to have found him, and now it was Logan’s fault that they lost their home, not to mention whatever just happened a few moments ago.
“Okay to blind Al and the creepy downstairs basement it is... say peanut, does that happen a lot?”
Logan recycled his seat and took off his shirt, not liking how the texture felt against his skin right now. “Not in the question mood.”
Was Wade asking if Logan got kidnapped a lot? Ish not really; Logan took off his belt and threw it somewhere.
“Not that I’m complaining, but why are you taking all your clothes off?” Logan opened his eyes for a moment to glare at Wade.
"Right, no questions.”
Logan thought about taking his pants off, but he didn't, because everything felt so suffocating, like needles pricking his body. He tried to relax as Wade finally shut up for 10 minutes.
“Can I ask questions yet?” Wade smally asked like staying quiet for 10 minutes was torturing him,because it probably was.
“Yeah” Logan breathed out eyes still closed.
“What happened? I kind of get the base of the idea. They gave you the booty juice and took you, Personally, I think they should have tried to write free alcohol on the van first.”
“What the hell is booty juice?” Logan sat up and flexed his arms, starting to feel relaxed and comfortable with the familiar banter in all the chaos.
Wade gasped, “You don’t know the statement, booty juice? You never went to a mental hospital in your teen years?”
“I barely remember jackshit of anything after some science fucks pumped me full of metal.”
“I want to pump you full of—sorry fuck, I couldn’t help myself....You just opened up, and I made it weird, okay, uh...okay." Wade coughed and started to explain again.
“So basically it's a long ass needle that they stick in your ass to tranquilize you.”
“How did you land yourself there?” Logan said, noteing that Wade started to look over at him more to check him out, “Pay attention to the road. I don’t want to break another rib.”
“Your shirtless shut up—I did a lot; nobody mentally sane would end up looking like a dehydrated, freshly shaven ball sack.”
“You don’t look like that, Wade." Logan said feeling weirdly angry. Wade insulted himself many times in the past but never made Logan feel like this before.
“Hold the sweet talking baby, I’m out of money." Wade laughed to himself with a glint of sadness.
“A mentally stable person wouldn’t have made the decisions I did to end up like this.”
Logan never did know how Wade turned into Deadpool; come to think of it, he never really asked.