I’m only looking at your tits right now
The table was covered in dishes: pancakes, bacon, cut fruits, eggs—fuck a lot of food, and by the food cooking on the stove, Wade was making more.
“I know we have to eat more than the average person, but...“
Wade walked over to the stove and turned the flame off. “I stress cook. I never used to be good at cooking, but..." Wade seemed to cut himself off. “Nothing. How did you sleep?”
Logan sat down at the table trying to remember the last time he genuinely hated Wade, trying to pull that feeling back, but he couldn't. “That makes more sense.”
“What does?” Wade put the finished plate on the table and sat down. “Your stress cooking. I noticed a pattern before but never gave it much thought.”
“I didn’t stress cook that much.”
“Only because blind Al only had so much in the fridge.”
“I’m only looking at your tits right now.”
Logan took a slice of bacon, eating it, not thinking about it until it was all gone. Eating never used to be easy.
Fuck Wade and his... “Your such a pervert." Logan mumbled, biting back a smirk.
Wade just sat there and then slowly peeled his mask up to his nose to start eating, and all Logan could do was watch how his Adam apple bobbed when he swallowed how Wade’s shirtless chest moved with every breath.
Logan had eaten a decent amount, trying his best not to give into his thoughts, but fuck, he just needed to kiss Wade.
It was different. How could Logan stand up and lean down and just kiss Wade? There was no friendship or benefit way to do that because it wasn’t that Logan wanted to kiss Wade’s lips in a way a lover wanted to be held in the others arms and cry.
“So what was the phone call..." Logan said he wanted to have a conversation so he wouldn’t have to deal with his thoughts chokeing him.
Wade didn’t respond for a moment, like he didn’t hear Logan’s words, “Oh, just the X-men plans and stuff.”
Now it was awkward with just the sound of eating. “Walk—uh, fuck want to go on a walk?” Logan said it the worst way possible walks calmed Logan down, but it wouldn’t calm Wade down like it did him-
Wade gave a cute smile. “Of course I want to take you on a walk.”
Logan flushed and stood, chair scraping, “Not like that! I’m not a dog; your stressed-.. and walks calm me.. down... so I thought-"
Then Wade started laughing hard and stood up, walking a short distance to wrap his arms around Logan. “Your so fun to be around Logan; your all I need to calm down.”
Logan was frozen and then melted, slowly hugging Wade back, bare chests touching each other. It was warm and kind, such a kind touch. “Uh, okay..."
It was too natural; it was too perfect.
Logan ran away to go take a shower, and then they would go walk in a non-homosexual way in nature alone.
——Wade pov——
It was obvious that last night and today Logan must feel something back to Wade. I mean the reaction to Wade telling Logan about the 'confession?'
Wade would have never thought the Wolverines face could get so red and at breakfast? Everything was falling into place; he wasn’t sure if he could wait any longer to spill the beans to Logan.
And with the doubt of Logan not liking him back gone, Wade was ecstatic, the rotting feeling of the phone call drifting into the back of his mind.
Basically, it was just his X-men friends begging him to turn Logan in, and the best thing Wade could agree to was just sending in DNA samples.
Whatever that was then and this is now Wade was waiting for Logan at the door now having a shirt on and mask gone
Logan approached him in his classic tanktop, so he must have done some laundry. “Isn’t that a bit cold to be wearing out?”
“It’s fine”
"Okay, Elsa, let’s go make me feel better." Wade opened the door and stepped outside, the air chilly but feeling nice.
“Don’t say it like that.”
“Like what?”
The trees around the small house shook with a breeze, and the crunch of the leaves underfoot added a peaceful background noise.
Logan was the first to speak. Wade noticed that Logan usually didn’t like silence, trying to fill it with any conversation. It was a little embarrassing how much Wade paid attention to Logan.
“Why were you wearing your mask this morning?”
Wade sighed and then turned his head to look at Logan’s face, much different from the first time he had ever seen his face. Wade was glad he could pull out this version of Logan.
It really showed that it only happened to Wade when other people were around because the walls would build back up so quickly.
“It grounds me and makes me feel secure; the mask is something I can hide behind." It was the truth. It was nice telling the truth. Wade was never so honest.
I mean, he learned his mistake from hiding things. “I.. understand.. I’m not sure if I told you, but I'm... When you told me about your past, it was nice.”
The memory surfaced up, and Wade’s lit up, “Oh yeah, in the car didn’t mean to trauma dump on you; it felt nice to talk about to someone new who wasn’t there.”
This was nice. really nice if the situation was different and they weren’t hiding away from the x-men, this would be perfect. “My team used to beg me all the time to wear the suit..."
Wade’s hand flexed a thrill shooting though his body Logan was going to open up to him again. Wade inched closer to Logan until their shoulders were brushing while walking.
Fuck Wade loved Logan so much. “Yeah?.. sorry for being a little rough with you when I first met you while looking. I got the kitty claws a lot.”
And Logan cracked a smile. a pretty small smile that seemed to fit perfectly with the sound of leaves crunching underfoot. “Sounds right, honestly, nothing you could have done to get me out of that bar without me being passed out—and there are not ‘kitty’ claws.”
Wade didn’t notice, but they stopped walking, and Logan was leaning on a tree, immersed in their conversation.
“We can go get your suit after this whole thing blows over blind als house is still there, OH, and it can also be proof because this wolverine was too much of a sissy to wear the piss yellow suit"
Logan huffed, “Not piss yellow.”
“It kind of is, though." Wade made a motion with his hands of an undecided decision.
Logan leaned off the tree and stalked forward a bit, “not piss yellow.” His claws slid out slowly.
“Remember when at the bar your claws peeked out just a little bit? That was pretty funny." Wade had to move his head out of the way of metal claws with laughing gasps.
But it wasn’t like the Honda oddesy type of fight; it was more playful, light, and loving; if you could call swinging metal at someone’s head romantic.
It was for this sick masochist
Wade crouched and tackled Logan’s chest; they now rolled on the dirty, leavey ground, fighting and jabbing at each other with no real goal of winning.
“I’ll show you piss yellow when I make you piss yourself in fear-" Logan barked out, throwing his limbs around.
“We are not a water sports fanfic; do NOT get those freak excited Logan." Wade peeped out.
He made a weird face at Wade’s words but continued to tussle, “Your fucking weird.”
But Logan said that with a smile that Wade couldn’t help but lean and kiss Logan like a hungry animal.
Wade was on his back now with Logan’s harsh lips ravashing him wet and hot, and the sounds would make anyone hard (guess who anyone is)
Fighting to fucking would be perfect right now. Wade couldn’t care less about the sharp sticks that dug into his back from how fierce and nasty Logan was kissing him.
Then there was tongue, and Wade was in heaven chasing and pressing his tongue against Logan's, who was acting like he was determined to ruin any other man or woman for Wade.
Logan pulled away in a gasp, stinging up and breathing heavy, straddling Wade, who was breathing just as hard as Logan was. “Holy..hah.. shit,” Wade giggled out.
“Can you smell..me" Wade teased knowing Logan could definitely smell him
“Yeah, yeah, I can—fuck mhm..stop it before—“
“Before you what? act like an animal because we’re very past that, but I’m not complaining-"
Logan leaned down and placed a short and innocent kiss to shut Wade up, lips still close as Logan whispered "Wade, I like...”