Pink looks so much better off you
Logan felt too tired to move his body. He was sleepy before the situation got heated, but now he was absolutely recked, and with Wade's weight on him, it felt like a weighted blanket.
“Just so you know I sleep completely naked, did I tell you it’s my dream to-“ Logan grumbled cuting Wade off There was only one bed..but there was also this dirty couch.
“Mm..couch” Logan’s eyes were closed, thinking about everything and nothing at all.
Sure, he just went to town on Wade’s dick, but that was sexual. The cuddling before..
Forget about that. Sharing a bed was intimate and..and was very hard to look at in a platonic way with Wade.
And it was hard to look at anything with Wade in the friendship type of way recently, so sharing the bed wouldn’t be a good idea.
Wade shifted on top of him with a giggle. “Logan? Peanut, really, you just gave me a blow, Job, and your going to sleep on the couch?”
“Die” Logan huffed, re-opening his eyes to look up right at Wade’s lips. Mabye Logan wasn’t too tired for another kiss.
“Sleepyhead I promise to keep on my side of the bed, and I’m definitely not crossing my toes right now.”
Logan shut his eyes again, wanting all the emotions in front of him to disappear.
The love for Wade and the thoughts of having to see the X-men and his family alive again “lie..”
Wade slowly got off Logan, now standing with only a pink shirt and boxers. “It’s fine. I understand the wolverine is too scared.”
Logan growled but didn’t make a move to sit up or anything to sleepy. “Not scared.”
Logan could smell a wiff of mischief from Wade, which wasn’t uncommon at all. “No, no, it’s fine." I’ll just, uh, ask that hot woman from my work to warm the bed with me. Remember her? -“
Logan knew that this woman didn’t exist, but still, it raised the hair on his arms just thinking about it. "Fuck you.”
Logan sat up, slow eyes heavy, slouching to his feet. “If you want me there, then take me.”
Logan thought Wade would do anything, but the thing he did, he shouldn’t be surprised. Wade, without much effort, picked up Logan and walked to the bedroom. “I thought you would never ask princesses.”
Logan slid his claws out but did nothing to move them to cut Wade “watch it.”
“I sure will, Kitty.”
Wade carried Logan to the bedroom and gently set him down. It was strange Logan wished right now Wade would go back to being a cunty annoying bitch because every time Logan got a taste of this version of Wade
The love for Wade grew bigger.
This wasn’t supposed to go like this. Wade wasn’t supposed to do this. Carry him to the bed and set him gently down.
There was no need to be gentle. Logan couldn’t die, so Wade should be rough and mean. Logan needed Wade to be mean.
But Logan didn’t move; he just laid there, feeling the other side of the mattress dip down underneath the weight.
“Do I have to tuck you under the covers?” Wade peeped out with a smile. Logan didn’t have to see to know that was there.
“Die” Logan grumbled, turning over and staring at the wall.
“Goodnight to you to princess.”
It was silent for a moment. a short moment, the sound of sheets moving and crickets humming
“I care for you, yeah?" Wade’s voice was sickly soft
of course Logan knew he hated that Wade kept reminding him.
“Wish you didn't.”
“Don’t say that." Wade’s hand trailed down Logan’s back, making him shiver. "I thought you said you would stay by your side.”
“What’s mine is yours and whatever—I know I joke all the time, but you’ve been kind of rough recently with panic attacks.“
Logan moved forward to get away from Wade’s hand, now on the edge of his side. “I don’t have those.”
Wade gave a short groan and then heard him move back over to his side, “Your human, we all do.”
Logan remembered when he ran away and saw Scott..Wade crying on the phone, confident Wade.
It was a long time before Logan spoke, so long that Wade probably thought Logan went to bed.
“On the phone, were you crying...?”
“Huh?..” Wade’s voice was laced in sleepiness; it struck a cord in Logan’s belly.
“When I ran away...”
“Oh yeah.. I did a lot more than crying.”
Logan wasn’t sure where he was taking this conversation; he should have just shut up.
“Sorry about that.”
It sounded like Wade took in a sharp breath, “No, I already forgave you who wouldn’t after those little speeches you said." and then Wade started giggling.
“I remember when I thought you confessed without knowing it was funny.”
Logan turned around. “What?”
Wade’s face was soft with a smile, something that Logan wanted to see every day.
“I.. never..“ Logan started
Did I? Logan thought, “You were mad that I said you couldn’t communicate, so you communicated You should do that more; it’s pretty cute.”
Wade’s face was enjoying this way too much. “Shut up, I didn’t!” Logan turned around and didn’t respond to any of Wade’s nagging or pokeing, letting sleep take over for the night.
It was the first time in a while that Logan didn’t have nightmares that made him want to peel his skin off.
It was morning, and Logan could tell by the fact that sunlight filtered through the window with a thin blind on it.
Wade wasn’t here, but he could hear the sound of arguing from the other room. Wade’s voice arguing and the smell of food so he must be cooking to
Logan sat up, remembering all that was yesterday, trying to remember the lust more than the romantic... It couldn’t be called romantic because that would have to involve both parties likeing each other, which Wade didn’t like-
Wade opened the door to the bedroom shirtless with his Deadpool mask on simple sweats.
Logan wasn’t sure until now that he needed to see Wade like that fuck he was hot
“Goodmorning,” Wade chirped, now leaning on the door frame.
"Morning,” Logan replied, feeling flush crawling up his chest. Everything they did recently felt weird, even playful banter wasn’t safe anymore.
“What no good- morning? And I made breakfast and everything..." Logan grumbled and stood, taking off the pink shirt that clung to his skin too much.
Wade giggled, and Logan gave a questioning look, walking up to him. “I agree with you now,” wade started.
Logan huffed, feeling strangely exposed, and not because he was shirtless; he practically cried on Wade yesterday, hugging him tight for comfort like a stupid baby who couldn’t regulate emotions.
“Agree with what?”
“Pink looks so much better off you.”
Logan shoved Wade aside from the doorframe walking out so wade couldn’t see him with a smile. “Fuck off you, perverted bitch.”