It had been a few weeks since Logan moved in with Wade, and by extension Althea. He refused to call her Blind Al like Wade did, he may have been born in the 1800's but that didn't mean he wasn't a gentleman. The apartment was even smaller now that there were two grown men, an old coke head, and one ugly ass dog. Logan was trying to get a job, but it was hard. Most people looked at him and saw this worlds Wolverine, who was regarded as a hero but also had pissed off just as many people as he had in his old universe. For the time being, he stayed in the apartment, cooking and cleaning while Althea fucked off and did whatever she did and Wade picked up jobs for the X-Men. The X-Men had offered Logan a spot too, of course, but Logan needed time before he tried to step foot in this worlds mansion.
If I ever do, he thought lowly to himself. He enjoyed being here with Wade, with this patchwork family the merc had. He enjoyed the second chance at life, the chance to be there for Laura and the world. But the nightmares had followed him to this timeline, and now he had even more to lose. He was working on drinking less, being more patient with Wade's ramblings. But he wanted to do better. He wanted to be better. Wade had bounced back from the trauma remarkably quickly, never seeming to lose his footing. Logan felt like he was constantly one step behind the dance everyone else was doing.
Today was laundry day. Colossuss had given Wade a box of the other Logan's clothes that had been left at the mansion. Logan was grateful for it, but felt like there were ghosts lingering around the box, so he wanted to wash them before wearing them. Wade had left right after breakfast, blowing a smooch to Logan before changing into his suit and skipping out the door. Althea hadn't come home from Bingo last night, meaning she would be home late today. It was a rainy day, so Logan put on a record and set the box on the coffee table. The window in the living room was cracked, the rain pattering lightly against the fire escape. Logan hoped there were enough clothes in here so that he wouldn't have to go shopping. Logan hated shopping.
There were jeans, plain shirts, and two belts with huge buckles. He huffed a laugh. He had never been a fan of belts like those, but he guessed he would have to get used to that. Wade'll make some sort of 'save a horse, ride a cowboy' joke. The thought made him laugh again, a warmth spreading through his chest. Logan paused, unused to this feeling. He had obviously been spending too much time with Wade. He was growing soft. There was a leather jacket with orange stripes on the sleeve and a few different flannels. Some sweatpants and a zip up sat at the bottom of the box. Logan grabbed the zip up, throwing the rest of the clothes in the washing machine. He sat the leather jacket aside, and pulled the hoodie on. It was grey, incredibly soft, and slightly too big for him. The other Logan had obviously worn it often. Logan ran his finger over the X-Men insignia on the chest. His heart ached, and he heard the ghost of Scott's voice playing in his head, begging him to wear the suit. I'm sorry Scott. I'll be the X-man you always wanted me to be. Just give me time.
Logan hadn't had the guts to ask Wade who all resided at the mansion, knowing that if he saw this universes Scott or Jean that it would tear him apart. Wade either had no idea what Logan had done to his universe or was kind enough not to mention it. He always just came home and let Logan look him over, let him patch up whatever injuries his body hadn't healed yet and said that the bad guys were taken care of. Logan knew it was silly, knew that Wade would always come back to the apartment in relatively one piece.
Keys jostled against the door frame. Speak of the devil. Logan moved to their small kitchen, pulling the sweater's sleeves over his hands while he started up the coffee maker. The material snagged slightly, and Logan looked down. Three holes were in each sleeve, probably from where the other Logans claws had come out during nightmares. It made Logan feel a little better, knowing that he wouldn't ruin something of the other mans.
Wade burst through the front door. "Hey Peanut, what are you -" The man paused, going speechless for the first time since Logan had ever met him.
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Wade was so excited to be home. He was soaked, in rain and in blood. (These bad guys hadn't died quiet.) He had lost one of his katanas, which would be a bitch to replace. Maybe I can get Hank to make me new ones. The thought made him hum excitedly as he trudged up the stairs, imagining how he would design them.
Their apartment door came into view, and Wade could hear the soothing sounds of a record being played in the living room. He smiled, picturing the scene he was about to stumble upon. Logan would be in the living room or kitchen, the living room window open so he could hear the rain and feel the breeze, a record playing softly on the coffee table. The older man did the same thing everytime it rained, and it made Wade grin that he felt at home enough to show these habits.
He raised his key to the door, knowing Logan would hear the clinking and start up the coffee maker. Everytime Wade returned from a mission, it was the same. No matter how late it was, Logan would still be awake. He would start brewing a pot of coffee while Wade undressed, and then they would play doctor. Logan would look him over, checking him for any injuries his healing factor had missed. Once Logan was satisfied, Wade would shower and would be greeted with a warm mug and a soft growl. Wade couldn't be happier.
He finally manage to kick open the front door, turning towards the kitchen on instinct without even looking. "Hey Peanut, what are you -" Wade's voice died in his throat. Logan was leaned against the ktichen island, two mugs sat in front of the coffee machine. He was wearing a pair of Wade's pajama pants because he didn't have a pair of his own. They were tighter on him then they were on Wade, not that Wade was complaining about him stretching them out. An oversized grey zip up covered about half of his chest, the slut hadn't even bothered to zip it all the way. Logan hadn't had a hair cut since he had switched timelines, so it was pushed up into his usual kitten ears style. Wade had never seen the man look so soft before, a small smile playing over his lips at Wade's speechlessness.
"Welcome back, Wade." God, even the man's voice is sexy. As much as Wade loved to push the Wolverine's buttons till he screamed, hearing his voice so low and gravelly felt like a privilege only Wade had.
"I'm not gonna lie Peanut, I've had this exact wet dream before. I'm loving the new look." Logan rolled his eyes, and Wade grinned beneath his mask. Logan jerked his chin towards their bedroom, turning his gaze back to the coffee pot.
"Go to the bathroom, I'll be there in a sec." Wade groaned. It's like he was trying to make Wade horny.
"Oh my gosh, it's happening! This is NOT a drill," Wade clapped his hands and ran off towards the bathroom, listening to Logan try to quiet his laughter.
Wade took off his mask, turning away from the bathroom mirror to unzip the top half of his suit. He opened the linen closet and pulled down the first aid kit, setting it on the sinks counter. He hopped up next to it, swinging his legs as he waited for Logan. He liked sitting on the counter because it made him taller than Logan. His back was to the bathroom mirror as it always was.
"I don't know why you always do this. It would be easier if you faced the mirror so I could use the light," Logan complained as he walked into the room. Normally, Wade would just let it go, but after seeing how cozy and handsome Logan looked, he couldn't.
"We can't all look like you, Wolvie. I'd rather not be forced to stare at my ugly mug the whole time. Yours is much prettier," he winked. Usually the jokes distract Logan. Tonight though, Logan seems softer. More emotional.
"You're not ugly, Wade." Wade gapes a little, surprised at the seriousness. Logan makes him sit in it, busying himself with opening the first aid kit and grabbing a washcloth.
Wade gives himself a little shake. "Neither are you." Logan shakes his head a little at that, laughing softly. He wets the washcloth, and starts wiping the dried blood from Wade's chest.
"I'm serious, bub. You are annoying, infuriating, and all kinds of fucked up, but you aren't ugly." Wade feels a wave of tiredness wash over him, and he slumps on the counter. He stops the jokes that are about to roll off his tongue, and places his hand on the X-Men insignia on the jacket.
"Where'd you get this?"
Logan hums softly, running a finger over a healing cut. "It was in the box Colossuss gave you. Of your Logan's stuff."
Wade shook his head. "You're my Logan." Logan pauses in his minstrations and looks up at Wade. Wade nods slightly, and Logan smiles.
"I'm tryin. To be like him." In an uncharacteristically somber way, Wade places a hand on Logan's cheek, making him look at him.
"You don't have to be like him. I want you, the way you are. Your attitude, your gruffness. You may not have been the Wolverine I wanted, but you are the Wolverine I needed. And now, you're both." Wade brings his other hand up to cover the X-men insignia.
Logan stared at him, eyes searching Wade's face, red staining his cheeks. He covers Wade's hand on his chest with his. "I want you the way you are. Scars and all." He tips his forehead to Wade's, and they stay like that for a minute. Maybe it wasn't some grandiose declaration of love, but Wade knew exactly what Logan was trying to say.
Logan throws the washcloth in the sink. "Shower. Coffee'll be ready when you're done." Wade smiled in thanks as Logan left the room.
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When Wade finally got out of the shower, Logan was waiting on the couch with two cups of coffee just like he'd promised. His black, Wade's with an ungodly amount of creamer in it. The record has been shut off, and instead the TV glows softly in the dim room, waiting for whatever show Wade will pick. Wade takes his coffee gratefully, sitting near enough to Logan that their shoulders are brushing, but far enough to give Logan space.
Logan was doing miles better than he had been when he had first moved in, but both of them were still healing. Logan was still hesitant to be near Wade while he was sleeping, worried that he would have a nightmare and end up impaling the other man, so Wade always tried to leave room while still being close. Sometimes when Logan got angry, Wade would shut down emotionally. But this routine of wash cloths and coffee and tv was a good balance for them.
Wade selected a movie musical that he felt fit the rainy day vibe and nudged Logan's knee with his. "I'm totally stealing that hoodie by the way."
Logan settled his shoulder against Wade's. "You wish, bub. You wish."