Logan had tried cigars from all over the world. His favorites were the ones from Canada, the ones he could still picture his father smoking in his study. The x-men in his universe had called it a nasty habit, but Logan enjoyed it. Enjoyed the taste, the smell, the steadying and repetitive motion of bringing it to his mouth and inhaling. And here he was, in another timeline’s mansion, itching for a cigar while trying to quit them. Wade had called him silly when he had first told him.
“Going easy on the drinking makes sense but nobody cares if you smoke cigars, Logan. Maybe don’t do it in front of the kids, but quitting entirely seems a bit extreme.“
When Logan questioned his opinions, Wade had given up on having innocent intentions. “What can I say, you look hot as fuck with one of those in your mouth. It’d be a shame for you to stop!
Logan had waved him off, but ten minutes later he watched as Wade got rid of the whiskey bottles and cleared all the lighters from the house. Logan hadn’t had a cigar since. However, when he had searched through the desk, he found a box of cigars and a lighter that the other Logan must’ve left. The lighter was a gorgeous silver thing and Logan had thought it a shame to leave it covered in dust. He was on his second one when someone knocked on his door, and he swung around in his chair.
“Wade? What are you doing here?” Logan asked. The man was leaned against the door frame, wearing all of his suit but his mask.
Wade shrugged, closing the door before walking through the classroom like it was his. He perched himself on the edge of Logan’s desk, so close that their knees knocked. “Somkin's a sin, ya know? Wolvie, I’ve gotta say, the history prof look suits you. That sweater? The glasses? The cigar? You’re killin me.” Wade faked a swoon that had Logan chuckling.
“I’m glad you approve, bub.” Logan went to get up, but Wade stopped him.
“You wanna leave? But we haven’t broken in the new digs yet!” Logan looked at Wade with his brows raised, not understanding him. Wade batted his eyes at him, and Logan wrinkled his nose.
“Ew, Wade no. We are not havin sex in this classroom.” Wade winked at him some more. “Not happening. End of discussion,” Logan ordered, expelling smoke into Wade’s face to emphasis his point.
Wade faked a moan. “Oh, professor do it again.”
Logan paused, considering. Wade was a flirtatious man, preferring to flirt with anything that moved than sticking to one gender. They hadn’t talked about how close they had gotten, how they spent almost every day at each other’s sides, every night in each other’s arms. Would it really be that unusual for them to progress to do this too? Logan shifted in his chair, sprawling wider and inhaling deeply on the cigar. Without moving closer to Wade, he again expelled the smoke, smirking the whole time. Wade made a little punched out noise that sounded a lot more real than the first one.
“You asked for it, bub,” Logan laughed. Wade moved on the desk so that he was between Logan’s thighs. He snatched the cigar from Logan’s hand and inhaled. He smirked as he let the smoke leave his lungs, and Logan found himself shifting in his seat for a whole different reason. His heart rate picked up, blood flowing south. He motioned with his hands, asking for it back silently. Wade simply continued to smoke.
"If you want it, come and get it." Wade's voice was lower, hoarse from the smoke. Logan stood slowly, running his hands up Wade's thighs. He lets one hand trail its way up Wade's stomach, feeling the muscles tense and flex. When he reaches Wade's throat, he grabs it, choking ever so slightly. Wade's jokes were always kinky, but Logan didn't want to go too far.
"Is this what you want, bub?" Logan plucks the cigar out of Wade's mouth, which stays open with a moan. Wade's eyes are half lidded as Logan puffs on the cigar. "Use your words."
Wade nods almost violently. "No shit I want it. I'll do anything for an A, Professor Logan!"
Logan shakes his head, inhaling. He keeps the smoke in his lungs as he moves so his mouth is positioned just over Wade's. Their lips barely brush as Logan exhales into Wade's mouth. Wade lets out his loudest moan yet causing Logan to silence him with a kiss, dropping the cigar. Their lips crash together, all teeth and tongue. Wade kisses like he fights, fast and passionate. Logan is violent, aggressive, leaving Wade breathless. Logan's running his hands all over Wade, but when Wade tries to return the favor, Logan stops him.
"You wanna keep makin these professor jokes?" Logan panted, returning to sit in his chair. He spread his legs again, and tilted his head to his crotch. "Then show me what all you'll do for your grade."
For a minute, Wade is speechless. It's the longest moment of silence Logan has had since meeting Wade. Logan's stomach drops slightly, worried that he had gone to far. He clicks his tongue twice, motioning again to the space under the desk and between his legs. Wade jumps into motion, falling to his knees easily. He scoots until he's under Logan's desk, and rubs his hands up Logan's thighs. Logan's never been harder in his life, and it shows through the tent in his dress pants.
Logan finds the box of cigars on his desk and lights a new one. He blows a cloud of smoke at Wade and nudges him with his foot. "Get on with it, bub."
Wade rubs Logan through the fabric, making Logan roll his head back with a groan. After fumbling with the buckle, Wade tapped Logan to get him to lift his hips. He does, and the other man pulls his pants and boxers down. Logan's cock springs free, and Wade is immediately upon him.
Logan bucks his hips when Wade's hot mouth slides all the way down to the hilt. Wade always joked about being a blowjob queen, but Logan had honestly doubted his skills. Now, Wade was showing him that there was nothing to doubt.
Wade popped off with a wet sound that made Logan groan. "Ya know professor, I've been around the block a few times, but you have one of the biggest cocks I have ever seen." Before Logan could even respond, Wade was mouthing at the head, licking his way over the slit and sliding back down. What he couldn't fit in his mouth he was stroking in tandem with the rhythm he had set. Logan grabbed onto the sides of the chair, white knuckling them. His cigar hung from his lips as he moaned around it.
Wade popped off again. "You need it rougher, don't you professor?" Logan could only nod, voice hoarse. Wade guides one of Logan's hands from the chair and places it on the back of his neck. "Take what you need, Logan. I can handle it."
"I know ya can, bub," Logan groans, pushing Wade back onto his cock. Wade goes willingly, moaning as Logan's hips twitch. "Be a good boy Wade and let me fuck your face." Wade nods enthusiastically, bobbing his head pulling another harsh sound out of Logan.
Logan's movements start small, not wanting to hurt Wade. Wade hums everytime Logan's cock hits the back of his throat, and Logan watches through lidded eyes as Wade touches himself while sucking him off. He forces the other man's head down a little harder, and Wade shudders, moaning. Heat starts to build in Logan's gut, and he can tell that he won't last long at this new pace.
A few thrusts later and he's spilling into Wade's mouth, inhaling deeply on the cigar, Wade swallowing eagerly. Logan pulls Wade away from his oversensitive cock, helping him up from the ground and leaning him against the desk again. They kiss gently, Logan exhaling smoke into Wade's mouth, but Wade stops Logan when his hand wanders to the suits zipper.
"No need, Log. I had a great time already," Wade quips, and Logan furrows a brow. He remembers the full body shudder, the way Wade had moaned.
"Did you ...?" Logan asks, and Wade nods unashamedly.
"Finish in my pants like an overexcited middle schooler? Yes I did! Now let's get outta here, I'm ready for round two!" Wade skips towards the door, leaving Logan to puff on his cigar with a laugh.
"I'm never lookin at this place the same way again, that's for sure," Logan gripes to himself. He pauses when he sees the cigar still between his fingers. Or these. Wade definitely has a smoking kink.