Chapter 2
Wade wakes up to an empty bed and the shower running. He walks over to the bathroom, the mirror enveloped in steam. He takes his pajamas off, riskily stepping into the shower with Logan. The sight is beautiful, rivulets of water seem to get caught in the rigid lines of the Wolverine's body before beading off and running down, his wolf-eared hair lying flat and soaked.
“Hey.” The man says quietly, morning voice hoarse and husky. Wade wraps his arms around the older man's shoulders, surprisingly sighing warmly at the gesture.
“Whats got ya up so early, wolvie?” His eyes are not so subtly moving down the course of his body, hard and diligently sculpted lines leading to the most glorious v-line Wade has seen on a man. Logan is so beautiful it can almost make a merc weep, he just could, if he wasn't so achingly hard.
“Wanted to make you breakfast.” His eyes are light, lacking the traditional malice of a true apex predator, more Logan than Wolverine in this moment. The image calms him and turns him on all at once. He's looking at him, suddenly speechless, mouth very dry.
“You ok? Needa few more hours of sleep?” Logan asks, blue eyes concerned while wade looks him up and down. He knows that look, he's given it to a few people in his time. Wade kisses Logan, all tongue and hands running against the plains of his body.
“Woah there, pretty little thing. Whats the rush?” Logan asks when he pulls away, all growly and delicious. Who knew a voice could sound so tasty like that. Makes wade just want to kiss Logan from top to bottom and turn him around to start again.
“God, Logan I just want you. You look so good.” wade tells the truth, go around looking like Hugh Jackman smuggling some kings Hawaiian rolls under your tanned, perfect skin you’re bound to get kissed.Your rolls might even get buttered if your picking up what I’m throwing down. His abs already look oh so buttery, looking perpetually oiled like the preening sweaty slut that he is (wade might just be a slut for Logan.)
Logan thought for a minute before hugging Wade, making sure their cocks didn't come too close to one another. Evil, understandable but also fucking evil. He let the man shiver as he held him under the spray. His hand came up to stroke his scarred head, whispering reassuring words to him. It was a side of Wolverine he'd sell his soul to see more often.
“Wade I want you too, my goodness do I want you. But I'm not just gonna treat you like some fuck and dump female superhero. You and me saved the world, you saved my world you're way too special to me.” he's purring as the merc caresses the crook of his neck and shoulder. It’s becoming less of a joke that he can't die, it’s a blessing. He needs this man around, god better keep up that so called joke or there is going to be a price to pay.
“I wont apologize for loving you so much.” Wade says in a rare moment of silent vulnerability, still shivering into logans neck, enjoying the warmth there. They pull away from one another, Logan flashing a warm smile just for him. Only Logan could make wade feel like a crushing high schooler in a moment so erotically charged. He has a way about him, ways that need to be taught.
“Me neither. You are a thing of beauty, darlin’. That's why were going to make love, not just fuck. Like the sound of that?”
Stupid question, Wade thinks- that's a spank bank entry for the ages- he needs to find out if the claws pop out when he's close. “God Logan that sounds fucking amazing.” He sighs in logans embrace. He feels like a girl but he doesn't care. If loving Logan Howlett is wrong he sure as hell didn't want to be right.
They eat breakfast in silence exchanging knowing looks and touches here and there. Logan is surprisingly a good cook. No need to talk in moments like this, they know one another way too well to even utter a word. They clean up together and Logan takes Wade to the room to show him something.
“We already know all there is to know about one another, what would you like to show me. I’m here to listen if that makes you happy.” No one has ever cared about Logan’s happiness before. All they cared about is if he was in prime tip top condition to fight or save someone. He was a fighting machine first and formost, him not caring for his own feelings after a while.
“I probably never shown you this but I want to show you what you and I saved.” Logan says, retrieving a shoe box of photos from his duffel bag. He passes him Polaroids, letting Wade glance at snapshots of everyone that is important to Logan as he smiles warmly. He may think they saved the world but in reality, Logan did most of the work.
“You mostly saved it to be honest. I just ran my mouth the entire time,” Wade says, knowing that isn't fully true but commending Logan for the bravery he couldn't even muster. “Yeah I helped, but this was all you wolvie. I can't thank you enough. I love you.”
Logans smile is warm, all white teeth and dimples. His smiles are few and far between so when you encounter one, you have got to frame it.
“I love you too, so much. And this was a team effort, Wade. Me and you. Cassandra Nova was wrong. You can and did save the world.” he kisses Wade soft and slow, Wade getting in logans lap. Logan pulls away, telling Wade it isn't time yet- if you can hold out for a bit longer it'll be worth it.
Later on in the day, Logan comes into the living room and walks up to wade, sitting next to him on the couch. It’s rare that blind Al let wade have the house to himself so often but he appreciates the gesture.
“Im gonna go to the store, you want anything?”
Logan asks, draw all impossibly sexy. Who knew someone could make a request so mundane sound like audio porn.
“Ill be honest, I just want you.” Wade says, voice sounding almost needy. Stupid sexy Logan making him feel all giddy like a schoolgirl. Logan tilts wades head to him and laughs.
“Soon, mouth, soon. What do you actually want?” he chastly kisses Wade after asking.
“One of those canned waters and some pineapple juice.” Logan stands up and leaves for the convenience store.