Fuck you and your stupid fucking suit
-Wade pov-
Wade stood there, his face dropping. “What..?” Confusion drenched Wade.
“They never fixed my mutation... I lied." Logan’s shoulder tensed as if he wasn’t the one to put himself in this situation on the spur.
“Why...so my scent?” Wade's voice seemed to crumble on a much deeper level, then Logan realized
The only reason Wade felt comfortable enough to kiss or anything recently was because Logan could consent without his mutation blurring the lines for him.
“Your scent is still... yeah, okay, but it’s nothing to worry about." Logan’s voice trailed like he wasn’t sure where he was even going with this.
“It is Logan. I kissed you, humped against you, and what if you didn’t? ...What if it wasn’t really what you wanted?" Wade was starting to spiral and took a deep breath.
“You are what I want—I fuck, I mean, I did want it." Wade noticed the way Logan flexed and unflexed his hands in his nerves.
“How do you know?”
“Know what?”
“That it’s not just your mutation.” Wade started
—-pov switch to Logan—-
Logan pulled Wade into the room and shut the door.
“Because…” Logan started realizing he backed himself into a corner. Fuck, he would have to explain why it was just Wade that effected him so badly.
“Are you going to kiss me? Make me shut up so we don’t have to talk about feelings." Wade said his persona was slipping off.
Logan froze and reached a small hand. “No.. I’m not wade; it’s complicated.”
Wade bit his lip and put a stray hand on Logan’s shoudler, in a calm voice Wade said “Then help me understand.”
Logan really looked into Wade's eyes, finding no malice, hate, or manipulation.
But still, how could Logan explain to Wade that it was just as simple as I love you? ‘Oh yeah, Wade, when I fall in love, everything about your scent, not ...just Lust, makes me...'
Wade's eyes, we’re still looking into his
“When I…” Logan licked his lips. His mouth feeling way too dry to speak, “They told me when I form a bond with someone... it happens, that’s all.”
Logan said as much of the truth as he could. Wade's eyes shut, and he breathed out, dropping his hand from Logan’s shoulder.
“Every time you get a new friend, you want to jump in their bones?.” Wade turned around his back, facing Logan.
“No, a deeper b...I can’t tell you yet.” Logan started and was interrupted by Wade swiftly turning around and pushing Logan onto the bed, crawling over him.
“Ill take your word, Logan, but remember trust runs both ways.” Wade leaned down to say the words right in Logan’s face, who’s breathing hitched.
“Kiss me, please.” Logan breathed out, trying his best to keep his hands on the bed and to not feel up wade in his Deadpool suit.
"Fuck, it’s so hard to resist when you beg peanut.” Wade mumbled, leaning down closer but not enough. “You have to promise me, Logan.”
Logan grunted, lifting his head slightly to try to brush their lips together, but Wade sat up slightly to press a hand on Logan’s chest to keep him down.
“Logan..” Wade's voice sounded dangerous.
“promise what..?” Logan flushed out
the smell of wades, thick lust didn't help his patience.
“Promise that you mean what you said that this... is your choice, not your mutations but yours." Logan nodded but wade glared down, obviously wanting a verbal answer.
“It’s me, Wade; it’s nobody else, fuck—I promise." Logan leaned up again, but Wade pushed him back down firmer.
“And promise from now on if you ever think Im using you, tell me so I can reassure you so much-" Wade tried to finish, but Logan wines out bucking his hips up into nothing. “I promise, bub... Wade-“ Logan’s own moan interrupted himself.
Wade sat down on Logan’s acheing dick, grinding down deeply and slowly the spandex, making logan see stars, finally logan allowed himself to feel up wades waist and chest as soon as he got permission.
“I want to taste you wade." Wade closed the gap between their mouths, fulfilling Logan’s request.
Logan grabbed Wade's hips hard, moving them fast back and forth down, but If wasn’t enough; he wanted to feel Wade's cock in his hand.
Wade roughly bit Logan’s lower lip, swiping his tongue into Logan’s now parted, grunting lips, dividing Deeper past his teeth to meet Logan’s own tongue, who aggressively pressed back.
Panting and moans slipping out between their mouths as Wade sat on Logan’s clothed dick grinding down while sinfully making out with each other loudly.
Wade took a gasp of breath as he sat up to push Logan’s stained tanktop over his collarbone, roughly groping and feeling up his chest. “I’ll never get over the sight of your sweaty tits,” Wade breathed out, his hips still rocking.
"Well, I am a ‘preening slut.” Logan breathed out mocking Wade from when he said that to him after they saved the world together.
Logan, shifting his hands down from Wade's hips to his ass and squeezing it, Wade gave a slight grunt.
“You definitely are a slut.”
“You forgot the preening." Logan gasped out as Wade trailed one hand away from Logan’s chest to palm his dick at the same time as he grinded down.
“I think slut fits just fine with those noises, your making peanut.”
A knock on the door
That didn’t stop them. Logan growled and flipped there position, a confused Wade now under him. “Does this fucking suit have a zipper?”
Another knock
“Uhm yeah..?” Wade said to the door, struggling to keep his voice normal as he was manhandled to his stomach as Logan looked for the zipper.
“Someone’s at the door and there asking for you—something about stealing from his gastation?” It was chiseled man’s voice.
Logan was sitting on Wades back, holding his arms as he leaned down, licking a hot stripped down on the back of Wades neck, roughly kissing and biting.
“Logan..mf I know this cockblocking from this random gas station owner is pissing you off and all the readers, but we had to leave anyway on the jet-skis-“
Logan sat up and let go of Wade's arms and instead held Wade to the bed by the neck. “I’m not leaving until I fuck you,” he said while leaning his hips forward slightly so Wade could feel his bulge.
“Can you say that again? I think I just saw heaven." Wade softly groaned out as Logan flipped him back on his back and kissed him with teeth.
“If you don’t answer the basted banging on my door, I’ll call the x-men myself,” the chiseled man complained from out the door, walking away.
“Fuck you and your stupid fucking suit, Wade, I want to touch-" Logan moaned as Wade kissed him to shut him up, leaning forward until he was the one on top instead .
Logan felt up wades sides, grabbing his ass and kissing his neck untill-
Wade jumped away from the bed and opened the door
“You-“ Logan’s words fell flat with a horny frustrated growl
Wade tricked him into thinking he would ignore the stupid fucking door by kissing him back until he let his guard down enough