I’ll let u edge me
Logan was upset; he didn’t want to have time to think about the situation he was in. All he wanted was Wade and his hands all over him until he forgot his own name.
Logan unbuttoned his jeans laying on his back, propping himself up one shoulder, his other hand grabbing himself through his thin boxers, he hissed out, bucking into his own hand.
It still smelled strongly of Wade's lust and emotions while Wade was talking about promises. He smelt something other than lust and emotion, which he couldn’t exactly pin point.
The scent made him feel like everything that ever happened washed away, leaving him with a clean slate to restart everything.
The scent made Logan want to smile, but at the same time it also made him act up almost worse than Wades scent of lust.
Logan spit in his hand. put his hand under his boxers, grabbing himself roughly, Logan logically knew there was no way he could cum by himself.
He was too excited, mouth opened to deeply breathe the scent of Wade. Honestly, Wade already brought Logan so close just with the friction and kissing.
He felt his claws forcefully starting to edge themselves out, but Logan didn’t stop. He wanted to cum so fucking bad, but he couldn’t control it any longer and ripped his hand away from himself.
Wade was leaning on the doorframe. “Your a brave little honey badger, huh? Door was open.”
“Because... you opened it dipshit and left me.”
“I had to go deal with someone anyway, just wanted to mention ...when you look so desperate like that I.."
“Fuck off, sadist, and come here." Logan sat up and pushed his tank top back down.
"Nooo, my view..and no big boy, we have to actually go now, chiseled creepy man, set up the jetski at the dock." Wade placed a hand on Logan's chest to keep him at a distance.
“But I promised you." Logan growled
“And that’s a very good boy, but you have to wait to get your treat later." Wade talked to Logan in a dog voice, so Logan kicked him out the door.
“BAD bad bad dog!” Wade shreeked on the floor, waiting for his fractured spine to heal.
“Shut up before I cut your fucking tongue out wade." Logan deeply mumbled out, heading to the kitchen to get a beer.
—switch to Wade pov-
Wade watched as Logan stalked off to the kitchen to drain them off their beer.
Wade slowly got off the floor feeling a bit bad that he left Logan high and dry, knowing that would lead to him being very grumpy on the way to a cabin.
Wade could have stayed in that room, ignoring the cock-blocking bitch, but he didn't, and Wade was strangely thankful for a reason to leave.
But it made no sense he wanted Logan as much as anything
Wade thought that Logan accidentally confessed to him a while ago, but Wade was starting to think that didn’t actually happen.
He loved Logan. He loved how he smiled and how his nose twitched when caught of a whiff of his lust
He loved how his rough hands felt. Wade loved the sound of his laugh, though he rarely heard it.
The times Wade loved him most was when Logan took down all the walls and really talked as himself hurt and all exspoded.
He wasn’t ready to fuck Logan; of course he wanted to, but Wade was scared of falling deeper in love with someone who didn’t like him back.
Or did Logan like him back... fuck Wade confessed his love to him already, and he didn’t even know if he really got rejected or not. Was Logan storming away a no? Or did he really not believe him?
Wade would tell Logan at the cabin if he didn’t believe he would force him to believe.
It Wade got rejected; it wouldn’t change anything; it would, but he wouldn’t run away from Logan; he would still be there for him for the rest of his immortal life.
But… Wade wasn’t sure if they could continue the friends and benefits they had going on it just
Hurt too much.
—switch back to Logan pov-
Logan had drank ever single alcoholic thing in the kitchen—wine or beer—fuck. He drank it all; barley gave him a buzz that would last less than 5 minutes.
Logan walked back to Wade, who shoved a bag in his hands. “As much as I love your stinky self-chiseled man, he got us some clothes.”
Logan looked down in the bag, and it was colorful, nothing like his white tank top.
“This looks like a unicorn shat in this bag, Wade. I’m not wearing it.”
“Sure” Wade said, turning to the chiseled man.
Weirdly handsome like weirdly fucking handsome How did Blind Al even get this guy?
“Follow me, the jetski is ready, and don’t fucking come back,” he walked outside down to the dock that had the jetski tied to.
“We will definitely come back." Wade blossomed out, looking at the jetski with a sassy hand on his hip. “Please don’t,” he sighed out, giving Wade instructions on how to drive it.
“I thought you said ‘jetskis’” Logan huffed a little upset that he wouldn’t get to drive it.
“Take that with your boyfriend; he’s the one who requested only one,” then he walked away back into the house, slamming the door loudly.
“Why did you do that?” Logan grumbled, folding his arms and looking down at the cracks in the old wood dock.
“Trust me, remember?” Wade took the bag out of Logan’s hand, opening the jetski seat up to store the bag under
“I do.. but what does that have to do with this?” Logan unfolded his arms, watching Wade get onto the jetski.
“Come on, pretty boy." Wade made a motion with his fingers for Logan to come on, and Logan suddenly felt nervous, remembering that he couldn’t fucking swim.
“Never mind Wade-“
"Okay, fuck, you remember—it’s okay, it’s safe, I won’t let you drown.” His voice ushered him on, and Logan was still frozen.
“Fuck no way, how are you going to save me? I sink like a rock." Logan took a step back away from the jetski.
Is this why Wade only requested one jetski?
"Peanut, trust me, I would never let anything happen to you." Wade's voice was hard and full of truth.
“Wade…”
“I’ll let you edge me on the way there." Wade deadpanned, and Logan glanced at his face down to wade's hard on covered by his red suit.
“How..?”
“I know we’re the zipper is Logan.”