your just shit at social cues
Wade was so warm under him, smelling so good and sweet with the laughter and false blanket of security that the tree hung over them.
Logan was going to say it, say what he thought he understood most of this situation: that he was in love with how Wade breathed, how he walked, how he talked, how he smiled, and how Wade’s love language was physical touch.
“I..”
What if Logan lost him? What if Logan lost his best friend Wade, a pillar that helped Logan wake up in the morning? Wade was far more than just love; Wade was his best friend to
His only friend because all of his other friends are dead.
This wasn’t like the other times that Logan would just kiss them to show the other person he loved them; this was a need to say with words.
I love you was so scary even to Logan, who had been shot and stabbed and burned alive.
It’s because Logan knew what to expect from a gunshot or a stab to the heart, but love couldn’t be predicted.
Logan sat up straight now, no longer leaning down, and Wade followed him, sitting up, propped up by his arms. “What is it?”
Wade’s voice held so many memories at first it was hate hate for pulling Logan into this universe when he deserved to be tore apart by the public for his horrible actions.
Logan never really wanted to fix his timeline. I mean, yes, he did, but he also wanted to suffer from what he did because, at the end of the day, it was his fault.
“Nothing.. I just like fighting?” That was such a shitty exuse, but whatever wade will have to deal with it, “You sure..? Seemed like something important.”
Wade placed a hand on Logan’s chest, the other hand helping him sit up completely with Logan straddling his lap. “Weather.. would be nice for a drink to..." Logan’s voice wandered off as he felt something underneath him.
Perv
“You know what I like?” Wade breathed out, and Logan subconsciously moved his face closer to Wade’s lips. “What?”
“You”
It was a warm kiss something you would share on new years, but if Logan tried hard enough, you could look at it in a way of lust... mabye
It was exactly what Logan was going to say, but Wade must mean it in a different way because like could mean a lot of things like friends or.. Wade..
And then Logan thought about when they were in the car outside of super sexy chiseled man’s house.
Wade's words, ‘I love you.’
In that voice that Logan could now 100% recognize as honest, transparent Wade that wore his heart on his sleeve
The Wade that would comfort him and help him through his ‘panic attacks’ even though Logan still doesn’t agree that they should be called something as serious as that.
The Wade that would say good morning and cook him breakfast and dinner
The way Wade asked him if he was okay when Logan pinned him to the ground and licked his neck When the scent thing first started to happen
It was all said in a certain tone, a tone that Wade only took when
When he
When Wade
Wade was serious.
Logan was now on his back as Wade managed to push him over with the kiss that actually started to seem lusty.
Then air and Logan gasped, lips parted, eyes looking right into Wade’s
“We don’t have any beer, but we do have maple syrup sweet tea.”
Wade’s face was bright, trying not to laugh at Logan's words
“fuck off” breath "wit that nasty tea"
“But your like Canadian.”
“Then you drink it." Logan huffed out with zero malice. honestly if Wade told him to drink a whole bottle of that shitty drink Logan would
He would do anything for Wade in this moment.
Even ....say I love you... ?
Mabye not yet
depends... Did Wade say 'I like you' in a homo way or...
“I see the wheels in your head turning. Watcha thinkin bout?” Wade was now laying on Logan like a blobfish.
“Your confusing,” Logan said simply turning his head to the side so he wouldn't have to see Wade looking at him.
"Mabye, your just shit at social cues?”
"Mabye, you should be nice to the person you're using as a mattress.”
"Mabye, you should have believed me the first time I said that I love you.”
Silence
More silence
Even MORE silence
Logan couldn’t breathe; it was too hot and cold, and the leaves felt like knives underneath him. The sky was falling in and rising at the same time.
His skin was hot. Was someone tazeing him? Fuck, um, what should Logan say?
Say anything; don’t just look like a fish out of water.
“Uh-…” Logan’s face hurt. Why did all his blood run to his face?
Wade sat up a little and started laughing and smiling, “Gods, your so-hah! Your face, I love you. I love your cranky face so much it makes the best expressions.”
Logan practically shoved Wade off to stand up and make some distance. “I'm—make it more obvious, and my face isn't—ugh fuck, leave me alone!”
This time Logan wasn’t storming away in hurt he started to walk away out of embarrassment, trying to hide himself from Wade’s tournament.
Wade was still laughing and by the footsteps following him Wade was walking behind him.
"No- no, I’m sorry, honey bager, I just- you get so flustered from words- when you barely flush from well..."
“I said fuck off." Logan said those words a lot more nicer than he intended,
“But you love me to know it.”
“Fu- uh..no, you don't.....I didn’t. Fuck off.”
“I knew for a while now, and by that, I mean this morning, come here, big Teddyyyy!”
Now Logan started to speed walk the cabin in sight. “I’m taking a shower, so leave me alone."
“You already had a shower.”
Wade’s hands grabbed onto the back of Logan’s shoulders, halting them. “Finne, I’ll give you a little space. All you had to do was ask, and saying fuck off isn’t asking.”
I mean, it kind of was, but whatever Logan didn’t say anything, Wade let go of Logan’s shoulders.
Logan took a break in an out and relaxed, trying to let reality set and let the moment really break down.
Wade loves him back.
Logan would imagine this moment if they ever confessed, which was a few hours ago just a fantasy, they would fuck right after.
But in reality, Logan was so overwhelmed, flustered, and unsure that sex was the last thing on his mind.
In the house now Wade went to go take a shower since he didn’t take one before the walk, leaving Logan to sit on the couch and mindlessly dose at the TV.
Holy shit
Holy shit
Holy fuck balls
A painful thought flashed: if his Scott was alive, he would be poking and begging Logan for all the juicy tea so he could share it with Jean.
But weirdly, the thought throbbed painfully nice, like coming to terms with reality.
Wade confessed to Logan, but Logan never confessed back.. even though Wade knew because apparently it was obvious?
Even though it wasn’t
Logan wanted to confess himself to the feeling now sitting on his tongue. How long could Wade's shower be?