Beg a little more, yeah?
Logan wasn’t sure he liked the feeling of the life jacket around him. He felt like a marshmallow, but it did calm his nerves down, but not enough that he would let go of the death grip on Wade's waist.
“I think your actually breaking my ribs." Wade weezed out, driving the jetski at only 15 miles per hour.
Wade didn’t get a life jacket since there was only one, and Wade insisted Logan be the one to wear it.
Logan tried to distract himself, feeling slightly bad that he definitely did break Wade's ribs from holding so tight like a cat trying to get out of a bathtub.
He slowly felt up Wade sides, moving down to the top of Wade's plush, strong thighs, and gave them a squish. At the same time, they went over a decently high wave, and it scared Logan so much that the very tips of his claws came out.
“OW! Shit, mabye, not make kitty biscuits on my thighs mmh" Logan peered over Wade's shoulder to see Wade flex his hand on the handles.
“Then don't drive like an idiot.. and what does that mean?” The tips of his claws slid back in, and logan went back to kneading Wade's thighs, getting closer and closer to his dick.
“Really? Okay, you definitely don’t have social media..it’s when, ooh-" Wades sighed hard as Logan's hand gave his bulge giveing it a squeeze.
“the zipper, Wade?”
“Thirsty little honey badger, huh?” Wade shifted his hips to get more comfortable.
“Zipper” Logan’s rough hands palmed Wade
Wade groaned out and took one hand off the handles to unzip the bottom part. “Are you going to tell me both hands on the handles?” Wade shivered as he was exposed to the icy wind.
Logan didn’t respond to wades jab at him and instead wrapped a hand around his shaft and gently moved up and down, using the small amount of pre-cum leaking from his tip to lube him.
Logan angled his hips so Wade could feel his bulge while kissing the back of his neck slowly.
If Logan wasn’t a mutant, he wouldn’t be able to hear the soft grunts and moans that left wades lips. “got nothing to say?... mouth?” Logan quoted himself from the time he went off of Wade.
At the time he admitted he felt a little bad after that speech in the Honda Odyssey it wasn’t fully about Wade. Logan was talking about himself, and Wade just happened to be the victim of all the emotions he stored away being released.
Logan hoped that by now he could make up for it using those words and turning them into better memories.
Wade moved his hips up into Logan’s hand. “I’m going to fuck you now." Logan half-laughed into a wet kiss on Wade's neck, smiling slightly as Wade got the reference.
"Oh, are you? And I’ll be doing the fucking bub." Logan took his hand off his dick “logan.” Wade wimpered
"Spit in my hand.”
Wade did it without complaining fuck, Logan wished he could see the face of Wade, how his eyes fluttered, and how he bit his lip while trying not to moan.
Logan wasn’t scared anymore, completely immersed in everything that was Wade. Logan brought his hand back down to Wade's member and slathered it up in the spit.
Logan tightened his grip at the base and went up slowly, using his thumb to some-what gently run over the slit of the tip, and Wade flexed his thighs and shifted his hips. “Aah, fuck fuck Logan, please do that again, please.”
What did Wade’s dick look like? Would the tip be angry red? It felt thick and hot under Logan's hand; how did it taste?
Logan bit wades shoulder, upset that it was covered by his suit, and growled, biting harder. “Mhm,” Wades Dick twitched in his hand.
Logan smiled against the suit, “filthy masochist” grinding against wades ass, never stopping his hand once up and down, swiping his thumb over the tip relentlessly with a harsh, rough grip. “You mmmh..say that like you aren’t just as much of a pain slut!”
Wade was about to cum Logan could feel how his dick twitched and the amount of pre-cum that started to drip out. “You’ll cum when I say Wade.”
Wades lifted his hips into the thrusts of Logan’s hand, breathing hard as he tried to focus on driving the jetski. “Your such a bitch, wolvie ha-..ha.”
The only thing that would make this situation better was if Wade loved him if they were together and he knew he could have this moment forever and not worry when it would end.
A last pump of Logan’s hand and he stopped moving. Wade sighed out in frustration as the feeling of an orgasm was washed away. “Mabye, you should start sweet talking, bub. I’m going to enjoy getting my revenge.”
Logan waited a beat before tightening his grip on Wades, crying, Dick picking up the pace fast, giving Wade no chance to recover.
“I didn’t purposely edge you—most of the time, fuck Logan, ah.” Logan trailed down fondling his balls. “I didn’t mean to hotbox you; it’s your fault for lying that it didn’t affect you.. Logan Logan, I’m- ... ah mm I wannaaaa cum.”
Logan’s hand went back up and down, abusing the sensitive tip. Wade was close again, bucking his hips, biting his lip, and flexing his thighs.
Logan stopped his hand at a slow pace—enough to give pleasure but not enough to finish the job.
Wade pitfully leaned his head back in a strangled breath. “Focus, Wade." Logan mumbled in his ear, giving it a quick nip.
Logan loved having Wade depend on him like this. He loved how much Wade needed him and how desperate Wade was for him right now. He felt wanted.
Wade looks forward again, and Logan attacked the back of his neck with wet kisses. “Mmm, I'm..focusing nut pee.”
Logan rolled his eyes at Wade’s fucked-up strange nickname, “Focus harder; I don’t plan on drowning today.”
Wade’s dick was slick and hot, practically pulsing under Logan’s hand. He picked up the pace, strokeing fast, the wet sounds blending into the wind.
It didn’t take much at all to bring Wade to the edge again, pumping him up and down with his rough-caloused hand.
“Kitty please” Wade gushed out hips, chasing after Logan’s moving hand, desperate,dirty breathy moans. Logan nipped, giving Wade hickeys on his neck that disappeared after a second.
“Beg a little more, yeah?” Logan ever so slightly slowed his hand down, and it had Wade lurching back, arching, gripping harder onto the handles. “PleasE let me cum Logannnm, please, I’ll..I’ll Logan, I’ll-“ Wade must have been thinking of a bargain to strike.
Logan bit down hard on Wade's neck with his sharp teeth, rutting against his ass, moving his hand up and down quickly, squeezing and swiping over his tip.
Wade came hard with his hips still moving, hands flexing and unflexing, chest raising, and falling a silent moan, leaving his lips open.
The wooden cabin was in sight now.