So far the gays love it so I have high hopes
Logan POV
Wade huffed, holding out the material to Logan, “Please just put the damn blindfold on.”
Logan still hadn’t moved to get out of the car fully, legs turned to the side as Wade pleaded with him.
“But I already know we’re going to the apartment.” Logan supported his claim by waving a hand at the apartment a good walk away.
“Yeah, but that’s not the surprise—well, it is, but ugh, just come here, honey badger.” Wade reached forward, trying to put the blindfold on him.
Logan grabbed Wade's wrists and turned his head sideways. “Nuh-uh, not happening, bub.”
Wade huffed and then pulled back, standing straight. “So, needle dick needs some convincing, huh… Hmm...”
Wade put a finger on his own lips like he was thinking and then pointed it forward. “I’ll let you be the one to do the fucking—now don’t get used to this, like I told you before, I’m not a natural bottom.”
Logan only had a problem with the blindfold at first, making him feel the same way about being tied up.
But that was before Logan had mentally realized Wade would never hurt him and the fact he could easily see through the cloth with his enhanced sight.
He was just being difficult because it was fun.
“Didn’t you- not even 20 minutes ago, and I quote Wade, ‘I’ll fuck you silly, Kay?’”
“Well, people change, and I already planned for it that way—look, is that a yes or what?”
Logan scoffed, “If it was already your plan, then why would I take your deal? And if I remember, which I do, after I said, ‘I’ll be the one fucking you silly,’ you hummed like it wouldn’t be true.”
“Did they mistake happy pills with sassy pills for you in there? Damn, Logan just put it on or…” Wade mumbled, still waving the cloth again.
“Or what?” Logan said he enjoyed how much Wade was determined to get the blindfold on him.
“Or I’ll be sad.” Wade stated turning around and making a sulking action.
“That’s not my problem.” Logan shrugged like he didn’t care but couldn’t hide his smile now.
Wade turned around sharply, and when he saw Logan’s smile, he smiled too. “You’re getting off on my sadness, you freak.”
“Can deny nor confirm,” and Wade approached Logan again after his words, moving to tie on the blindfold when he didn’t pull back.
As the blindfold went over his eyes, Logan was right; he could see through the blindfold, he could see Wade pull away and clap his hands, happy with himself.
“Better than I could ever have imagined.”
“I thought this was for a surprise, not your sick fantasy.” Logan grumbled.
“Can’t it be for both?” Wade giggled out, reaching out for Logan’s hands, pulling him up to standing, trailing him forward, letting go for a brief moment to shut the car door for before returning.
“And plus, if I’m letting you live out your fantasy later tonight, then I should get to have this.” Then they were at the door, which Logan noticed was repaired and a different color.
“So you repaired the door?”
“And how do you know that?”
Oops, Logan already messed up. “Just assumed…?”
“Oh yeah, don’t give me that; you can see, can’t you? Ugh, I forgot about your enhanced balls.”
Wade tugged off the blindfold, throwing it to the ground.
“Enhanced balls,” Logan repeated the statement.
“That’s what I said, enhanced eyeballs, if you will.”
Wade opened the door and then waved a hand forward and bowed like he was asking Logan to dance. “May I have this tour, my lady? And yes, I’m still gender blind.”
Logan saw past Wade into the house, the floors cleaned, the walls repainted, and the ugly-ass couch that smelled like cat piss even though it shouldn't with no cat, was replaced.
In surprise, Logan automatically put his hand in Wade’s without thinking.
“How did blind Al let you do all this…?” Logan was forced to take steps inside as Wade took him.
“That’s another surprise, but this time you can’t see it—she’s moved out with anal-douching guy, so this baby is ours now.”
Now in the living room, Logan ran a hand on the new couch. “Even a new TV?”
Wade shrugged. “I had a lot of time.”
Going to the kitchen, seeing all the clean counters and new dinner table
To walking to his room and seeing the claw marks framed, “Of course you would,” Logan couldn’t help but shake his head in small laughter.
Pulling his hand away from Wade’s to crouch and trail his fingers on the mark, not moving for a long moment.
It was so human. Logan felt so human he could feel the jagged wood under his fingers and the presence of Wade behind him.
He could hear the air conditioning that used to be broken; he was here, and it wasn’t a sick illusion that the bald lady from the reality dump would make up.
“I never thought I would ever get this far, never let myself even dream this far, didn’t know it could be reality………. I don’t deserve it.”
Logan stood and turned around to face Wade “But I want it. I want this with you.”
Wade moved to hug him softly, resting his head on Logan’s shoulder like he was made of glass when that was far from the truth.
“Then have me, Logan, have this life with me.” Wade mumbled, grip tightening.
“I can’t get their faces out of my head, Wade. I can’t be happy when—when it’s my fault, it’s all my fault; they’re gone if I had just stayed and not gone to that stupid bar—“
Wade had pulled back, took Logan’s hands, and brought them up to his face to kiss them. “Take a breath, okay? They would want you to be happy.”
It was so foreign that Wade knew everything now about his past and why he acted the way he did.
Logan did take a deep breath and then pulled away, walking away into his room with a new mattress and pillows that weren’t torn up by his claws.
“You need to be alone? Or do you want to go on that date?” Wade questioned just outside the door.
“No—no, I want to go on that date, but a shower would be nice before…." Logan answered honestly.
Wade nodded and then blew a kiss before walking away. “You know where you can find me.”
Logan took a long, very long hot shower, which was unusual for this place because normally it turned cold real fast.
The bathroom was sparkling clean, with even a new shower head that had decent water pressure.
Logan felt okay now but just guilty that he didn’t tell or show Wade how much he appreciated all of this.
Too overwhelmed with emotions to do anything but spiral, but thankfully Wade was there to bring him out.
Out of the shower and now dressed, he went to the kitchen smelling roses. But it wasn’t the fact that Wade put his flowers in a vase but the burning of candles.
“Hi, peanut, just trying to bring the romantic energy.” Logan approached Wade,tilting his head up and kissing him, trailing his hand down to his chest, pressing him against the fridge.
Wade’s hands now resting on Logan’s hips, mouths pulling apart, and he smiled, “Guess the candles worked?”
“I wanted to show you how much I appreciated all of this earlier…”
“Hey—no, it’s fine. I understand, okay? Don’t make me kiss all that guilt out of you,” Wade said back.
“It really does mean a lot, Wade, to me, what you did, what you said…” Logan spoke while remembering the words ‘Then have me, Logan, have this life with me.’
Wade kissed him shortly, hands pulling Logan’s hips even closer for a hot moment before pulling back and speaking, “Thank you, message received, bub.”
“Once again, bub is my thing.”
Wade stuck his tongue out in retaliation with a dumb laugh.
Back into the car, being a little off schedule, not because of the shower but because for around 10 minutes before leaving, they made out on the brand new couch.
“Taylor Swift is okay,” Logan said after hearing many songs that Wade played on the radio.
“Disappointed to know that you think she’s JUST okay… But maybe you will like Lady Gaga more; she actually just released a new song.”
After tapping on his phone to search the song while driving, it played “So far the gays love it so I have high hopes.”
After a few minutes into the song, Logan shrugged, “Better.”
“So good?” Wade questioned tapping his fingers to the beat on the wheel.
“I like it,” Logan replied, finally, giving in to the urge to lay back his seat again.
“So you’re that type of person.” Wade mumbled to himself, focusing on the road as he turned.
“What?” Logan questioned, head peeping up to look at Wade.
“Your music taste tells me everything I need to know about you as a person.” Wade explained like that helped much.
“What does it tell you about me? Am I bad?”
“A very bad boy” Wade deadpanned like it was the most serious conversation known to humankind.
“What?” Logan said in a huff, eyebrows crossing.
“I stand by my words, but you like Lady Gaga at least, so you're redeemable.”
“I never said I didn’t like Taylor…” Logan said while trying to remember the artist's name.
“—Taylor Swift, Logan, Taylor Swift” Wade made sure to pronounce her name even more the second time.
“Okay, whatever, whatever, just drive, asshat.” Logan waved his hands around while speaking, flopping back into his reclined seat.
“O.m.g. is this our first couple fight? Say it with me guys, Everything is okay." Wade parked the car and then pretended to cry in his hands.
Logan fixed his seat to normal and then smacked Wade on the back of the neck. “I’ll give you a real reason to cry if you don’t quit.”
“I like the sound of that.” Wade smiled, lifting his head to see that Logan got out of the car, so he did the same.
Rushing around the car to sling an arm around Logan, “So, ever been ice skating before?”
“Nope,” Logan replied, popping the p.
“Good because I haven’t either. This is literally going to be so romantic, holding hands and trying to learn—“ Wade was using his free hand to fan his face.
“I'm hoping to see you fall on your face.”
“That’s incredibly rude.” Wade huffed out, jabbing a finger on Logan’s cheek.
Logan gave Wade a cheap smile in response and turned his head to bite Wade’s finger. “That’s also incredibly rude—ow.”
The walk to the building wasn’t far, and at the entrance was a security check and, of course, a metal detector.
Wade let his arm fall off of Logan, going to one of the security guards.
“Hey, so my friend, or… soon to be more than friends if you know what I mean, is like, kind of made of metal, but do not worry, a mutation thing, so here—“
Wade pulled out a piece of paper, and the guard leaned in closer to look at it, then gave a short, weirded-out nod.
Wade returned to Logan and pulled him to the officer, letting them in a side door.
“What was that?”
“Helped you get through security, but it also let me keep the baby knife up my ass—a little gift from the X-Men—the paper, not the knife.”
Logan gave a nod. “So a paper for mutants… that didn’t exist in my universe. You know how many times a metal detector stood in my way of things?”
“The only thing that stands in your way now is the ice" Wade booped Logan’s nose, running forward to a desk and getting 2 pair of ice skates.
Going back to Logan and plopping one pair in his hands, “Don’t boop my nose, Wade.”
Wade slowly raised a finger to Logan’s nose: “Boop.”
Logan held the skates in one hand so his free one could slide his claws out, taking a step forward.
“Oh, how I miss those claws, but maybe not in a public setting? Red wouldn’t suit this blue carpet" Wade started to back up into a speed walk.
Logan gave a shrug with a sly smile but kept the claws out. “Then you better start walking faster, bub."
This was going to be a fun date.