As he sits down and rests his back against an old tree log, Logan groans and tilts his head back. Getting stuck in The Void was quite a thing, but the person being stuck with in it was quite worse.
Quite a few feet away from the Wolverine, Deadpool is pacing the sand. He breathes hard trough his mask, and he’s babbling to himself about which way to go now.
He’s been doing that for all of the seven hours that they’ve been stuck in The Void.
Logan rolls his eyes as he watches the black and red-suited idiot. If even he didn’t know where to go from here, how would Wade - fucking - Wilson know?
“Why are you sitting down while I’m trying to find out where to go next?” Wade huffs as he makes his way over to Logan. “I’m sorry sugarbabe, but we’re going to have to figure this out together.”
Logan groans and slams his fists against the sandy ground. As he does so, both claws erupt from his knuckles, piercing the sturdy ground beneath him. “Fucking hell. I’m trying to think here, too, dumbass. But if you keep pacing and talking like a fucking moron, how the hell can I focus on thinking clearly?”
Wade raises his hands in surrender, and lets out a breathy laugh. “Wow, calm down and keep those rusty forks to yourself.” He comments sarcastically. “Just want to hear your opinion on my amazing plan.”
“Then tell me your ‘amazing’ plan, Wade.” Logan spits out at him as he rests his elbows on his knees and rests his forehead against his hands.
“Well, I was thinking we could find some shelter and get some sleep first. At least, I’m dying for a nap.” Wade grins behind his mask.
Logan snorts and raises both eyebrows as he looks at him. “Seriously? I thought you would come up with a marvellous plan after those hours of pacing and trodding around.”
Wade shrugs and stands up again, placing his hands on his hips as he looks around them. Nothing more to be seen than sand, dust and a few big rocks. “Come up with a better idea, Peanut.”
Logan sighs and stands up too, looking at the sandy desert-like area around them. “I have no clue.”
Wade cheers and applauds. “Well, fantastic! That means we’re stuck in here forever. I want the Backstreet Boys to come and perform at my funeral.”
At that, Logan turns towards Wade and grabs him by the front of his red suit. “Stop with this sarcastic behaviour or I’ll kill you on the spot!”
“Then you would be all alone in this lovely desert.” Wade raises his eyebrows behind his mask, moving his hands from his hips to grab onto Logan’s hands on the front of his suit. “Let go.”
Logan gives him a push back as he lets go, turning around and staring into the desert. “The thing that annoys me the most about this whole thing is that I could be stuck here with anyone else - literally , anyone - and I wouldn’t mind it as much as I do now. But I’m stuck here with fucking Deadpool.”
Behind him, Wade makes a gesture of putting one finger up his arse, then raises both hands and points two middle fingers to Logan’s back. “And you, Wolverine, can suck my fucking dick.”
Logan turns around and Wade quickly lowers his hands, clasping them together behind his back.
Logan steps closer to him, almost chest to chest. “What did you say to me?”
Wade swallows lightly. “I said, you can suck my fucking dick.”
Logan smirks and drops to his knees, looking up at Wade’s masked face. “If it helps me pass some time, then I’d be pleased.”
Wade snorts and pats Logan’s hair. “Yeah, sure, puppy. I didn’t know you had that sense of humor in you.”
“And I thought you could separate a sarcastic tone in a voice from a serious one.” Logan cocks his head to the side slightly.
After he punched his claws into the ground they disappeared again, but now they appear again his left hand.
In one swift move, one of the blades cuts trough the fabric on Wade’s lower abdomen. It tears the fabric apart and leaves a lightly bleeding scratch on Wade’s skin.
“Hey!” Wade huffs, looking down at the cut. Within seconds, it closes up. “What the fuck? What about consent? This meat dagger is reserved, you know!”
“Shut the fuck up. If you move, there might be more damage.” Logan grunts, his right hand moving up to tear the fabric downwards to reveal Wade’s white boxers. The outline of his half hard cock is noticeable trough the thin fabric.
Logan raises both eyebrows in surprise. “Well, someone’s awake.”
“Sweet motherfucking Jesus!” Wade shouts, one of his hands moving down to grab at the teared fabric in an attempt to cover himself up.
Logan hums and shakes his head. “No, no. You don’t get to decide what to do now… Peanut.” He says teasingly, before grasping onto Wade’s white boxers with one blade of his claw and ripping them from his body.
Wade’s cock juts out from his body proudly, stirring at the sight beneath him.
“Lady Gaga’s non-existing ballsack,” Wade swears, his eyes widening behind his mask. “What-“
He’s cut off when Logan swallows him down in one go, until his nose is pressed against Wade’s pubic bone. Then, he starts bobbing his head, working Wade’s cock to full hardness within seconds.
“I didn’t think you would have it in you, shitstick.” Wade breathes above Logan as one of his hands clenches into Logan’s hair. “But fuck, you’re better than Vanessa was. She bit me twice, you know. Was by accident, though.”
“Screw you,” Logan huffs as he pulls off, breathing hard as he starts sucking at the head.
“Here? Right now? Yes please.” Wade mocks, then moans and shivers as Logan runs his tongue along the slit.
“Okay, I’ll just shut up.” Wade whimpers as Logan takes him down deep this time, his cock hitting the back of Logan’s throat.
“So…” Wade starts again after Logan swallows around his cock. “Is this y-your way of getting us out of this shithole?”
Logan groans in reply and takes a hold on Wade’s hips, slamming him forward into his mouth.
“Nevermind.” Wade whimpers as precome leaks steadily into Logan’s mouth.
Logan swallows it down gratefully and starts bobbing his head again, his right hand working the shaft in time with his mouth.
“I must say, fuck - ah..” Wade is cut off as he spills his come down Logan’s throat, and they’re both closing their eyes as Wade climaxes.
Logan gives Wade one last, hard suck to the head of his cock before be sits back on his heels, wiping his mouth. “You were saying?” He asks, cocking his eyebrow.
“Nothing.” Wade swallows, trying to tuck his spent cock back into his suit and to cover himself up.
Like anyone would care, there’s just the two of them.
Logan gets back up on his feet, staring down the desert-like area. “I think I know where to go. I can see some sort of… building.”
“Alright, we’ll go there.” Wade says quickly, grabbing his baby knife that had dropped during that mind-blowing and unexpected blow-job.
Before he can start walking, Logan stops him with a hand on his chest. He glares at him.
“Not a word about this.” Logan whispers, holding up his left hand, the blades from his claws only inches away from Wade’s masked face.
Wade swallows and nods, and says in a whisper;
“Not a word.”