But I look like a ballsack
"Well, what decisions did you make?” Logan tested the waters with a tone of non-interest.
“Does THE wolverine want to know how I became the sexy man I am today?” Wade fangirled, fanning his face.
“Both hands on the steering wheel.”
“MmmHf literally soaking right now. I love it when you tell me what to do..or do I? I’m actually a switch.“
Logan sighed, “Yeah, I can smell that. No need to point it out. Wade, if your stalling to not tell me, I was just curious. I don’t need to know.”
Wade bit his lip in concentration , “I’m not sure if I like how well you can read me now.”
“Like an open book." Logan responded curtly.. clenching his fist in thought. Logan wished he could read Wade like an open book; there were still pages of Wade that he couldn’t open.
“Just a little nervous, not many people.. that I really told ." Wades face shifted to something that Logan saw a lot in himself each day.
Wade was seeing his past replay over and over.
In a loop that never broke
“I killed innocent people. Wade, nothing you did will faze me." Logan said in a strange way to comfort him.
Wade sighed, “Does Nicepool count as an innocent person? I mean, I used to kill people for money, but I never did it if they didn’t deserve it.”
“You told me some of it while we were in the void at the gas station." Logan hinted at that he already knew somewhat about it.
“You remember that..okay, I’ll stop stalling.. so basically I was with Vanessa and everything was going great.” Wade paused again, having that look in his eyes .
“You don’t have to tell me." Logan stated again feeling slightly bad for even bringing this up. Would Logan even tell Wade his past in return? Was this even fair?
“I want to... then I found out I had cancer. I went to all these appointments, and they all just fucking sucked, and I was dying. Vanessa looked more sick and worried with each day; she knew that I wasn’t getting better despite how I tried to hide it.”
Logan knew most of that, but wouldn’t his mutation stop the cancer?
Wades hands tightened on the steering wheel. “This guy walks up in and promises me something too good to be true, but I took it anyway. What other options did I have?”
“What did he promise...”
“Cure my cancer, but that little bastard didn’t tell me the part of how that would happen.”
Logan was slightly confused. “Wouldn’t your mutation not let you die of cancer? Why try to remove it?”
Wade glanced over at Logan’s face and then breathed out a laugh. “I wasn’t born with my mutation; it was forced out of me. Just wait.”
Logan nodded more confused than before; he never heard of forcing a mutation out.
“They tortured me night and day for fuck I... a month? Mabye more ...I don't remember, but..at the same time I remember everything .”
The words were the last thing Logan expected, and it set him off, the tips of his claws slideing out before he forced them back in
Logan eyebrows nit together, why would torture do anything to give him a mutation? “Fuck..Wade that’s..why?”
“Intense pain makes the human body go into survival mode, and then there’s a chance for a drumroll, please.. ME!”
Logan knew nothing about Wade. He wanted to say so many fucking things, but all of them led to asking Wade who was the one who hurt him so badly that made him have the look in his eyes that Logan was so familiar with.
“Your coping mechanism is admirable." Logan sarcasticly said, still taking in everything Wade told him.
“Not all of us like slamming glass bottles on a table." Wade remarked back
The hum and crunch of wheels on concrete was the only sound in the car for 10 minutes.
“How did they torture you?” Logan said the question that chewed his heart.
“Umm.. waterboarding fuck a lot of things, but the one that flicked the bean just right was..I got locked in a chamber and the oxygen was taken out..escaped by blowing it up.”
Logan never was the best at comforting, especially after he came back home to all of the X-men dead.
“That explains why you act like that.”
“Act like what?” Wade said defensively
“You get shot, stabbed, or fuck anything, and you barely flinch." Logan sighed into his hands after figuring out a answer he didn't even know he questioned
“I can say the same about you.”
"Well, I’m over 200 years old." Logan was interrupted by Wade's phone going off a call from Negasonic Teenage Warhead.
“Enough of me trauma dumping. Can you answer that phone pookie? I don't want to distract myself from the road.” Wade sarcastically sung out to make fun of Logan for bothering him so much about it
Logan growled and took the phone that Wade gave him and answered, “Dipshit, what did you do?? all the x-men are trying to hunt you down." Her voice rang out loud on the speaker phone.
“May have a person alive they think is dead, okay, by super long name! Okay Logan, hang up." Logan did as Wade asked and crushed the phone, rolled down the window, and chunked it out.
"Hey, that phone was brand new!”
“Don’t say that like you don’t know why I did it; you found my location by it the other day.”
"Yeah, I did.”
Logan felt so stiff in that car seat, fiddling with his hands, feeling a big range of emotions but mostly disappointment in himself for not realizing earlier that he knew so little about Wade until now.
Should he tell Wade he was sorry for what happened? No many people have said that to him, and it didn’t do jackshit.
“Learning new things about you, Wade, it isn’t unbearable....It’s nice.” Logan said in a tone he never used before
Wade smiled and actually laughed. “Sounds like that was as painful to say as shitting out nails.”
“I’ll find that guy, and I’ll kill him for you, Wade-" Logan started giving into the anger that burned his veins.
“To late, handsome, the walking ball sack already clocked him." Wade giggled, slowing the car down as he spotted the familiar house in the woods.
“Stop calling yourself a ballsack wade." Logan growled out
“But I look like a ballsack.”
wades scent of sadness and lust seeped out in wispy hints
The car parked, and Logan grabbed Wade's face and kissed him hard. Wade moaned, turning his body, leaning forward to stroke his hands up and down Logan’s sides.