If one must know, the reason why Logan was all broody and in his lonesome at that bar was because the season to be jolly was coming up.
Oh, yes.
Wolverines have mating seasons.
He knew it would be futile to resist and so as soon as he got back to his dingy little motel room from the bar, he'd fuck up into his hand over and over until the heat spooling in his abdomen would go away. That was the plan anyway, before some asshole in red appeared and talked his goddamn ears off before pulling a gun on him—damn thing even told Logan to smile—and so he did. Logan took the bottle of alcohol, emptied it in three gulps, two seconds of silence from everything, and one "Thirsty little honey badger, aren't you?" from the other guy—Wade. Logan learned his name some time after.
Even more time after, this other asshole called Paradox, who labeled him "The worst Wolverine", zapped Wade and Logan to The Void, where the two of them had a brief fight, then they met Johnny and Co, who led them to Charles' freaky twin sister. Then they escaped the whole mess with Wade grabbing onto Logan's hips as they flew away—and no, the very close contact did not affect him in any way—they had a somewhat civil talk at an abandoned diner, and met Mary Puppins and a nicer, still very annoying, version of Deadpool. Although, this nicer Wade gave them a car so they'd get to their destination. Logan still thought of him annoying.
So, of course, being in heat with the tightness of the suit, constant words spilling out of Wade's mouth, warm temperature of the area—Logan was overstimulated and the craving in his abdomen was getting stronger. Now growing irritated as he spent more time with Wade, and even more irritated at the small enclosed space they were in—a fucking Honda Odyssey—Logan just wished and wished Wade would shut the fuck up.
The wish went unheard. Damn you, Universe.
Logan then finds out Wade lied—sorry, no, he made an educated wish—and all hell broke loose. With a claw deep into Wade's thigh, Logan spews words out, insults and curses at Wade, and perhaps even a little bit of projecting himself, that Logan's wish finally have been granted.
Thank you, Universe.
"Got nothing to say, mouth?!"
Logan growls, a gutteral sound from the back of his throat. Bottled up feelings now starting to bubble and threatening to burst.
Wade takes a breath. "I'm gonna fight you now."
That statement made Logan snort out a laugh.
"Oh are you-"
Couldn't even finish his fucking sentence when his nose bled from being punched by this asshole in red. Logan punches back, twice, thrice, before smashing Wade's head on the radio, songs playing each hit, then he lets go and straps Wade in, claws slide out and plunge deep into Wade's stomach.
Eight windows shattered, seven hits to the head, six claws inside Wade, five times the radio's been smashed on, four doors still somehow intact, three kicks, two katana blades lost, and one broken arm later, Wade sits at the back seat while Logan landed on the radio, breathing heavily.
"I take it all back," Wade's head lolls back, "the Honda Odyssey fucks hard. Too bad you don't, needle dick." Wade looks at him and beckons him to come close with two fingers.
"Oh we're just getting started, bub."
Logan launches himself at Wade, growling, his claws already out and stabbing into the torso below his. His body was burning like a fever but his mind was focused on fighting, piercing and maiming Deadpool without holding back. Logan could think the bastard's healing factors worked faster than his—Wade's younger, Logan chalks it up to that.
"Ooh, playing dirty!"
Wade hisses through gritted teeth when he feels a claw through his neck. With Logan in between his legs, he couldn't knee up and hit Logan square on the balls, so he opted for another way to put this feral animal down.
Wade plunges his baby knife in the underside of Logan's jaw, hearing a groan as he feels three claws digging deep into his thigh.
"Gee, I gotta say-" Wade swings his arm—the one holding the knife with a Wolverine attached at the other end—to the right, effectively switiching their positions. "Are you into thighs? I can't count how much you've stabbed me there-" Wade feels another set of claws inside his other thigh.
"I have sensitive thighs!"
He wails in pain when Logan retracts his claw and punches him again, making him stumble back and let go of the knife, Logan takes the knife out swiftly.
"Shut."
Logan punches again.
"The."
Logan slices.
"Fuck. Up!"
Logan sticks both his claws into Wade's hips—making him stumble forward—Wade grips on the seat, his arms trapping Logan in the middle and something hits Logan very bluntly. He had nearly forgotten about his heat with all the fighting going on, so now when the hitting and kicking pauses for a moment, their ragged breaths the only thing audible, Logan's brain interprets the situation in another way.
Fuck.
Now he can feel it. His tight suit even more tight, he realizes that some time during the fight that he's been sporting a semi. Probably at full mast by now, especially with Wade on top of him like this.
"What, cat got your tongue?"
Wade speaks. The Universe must hate Logan.
"Don't tell me-"
Logan winces. He hopes Wade doesn't realize what he's trying to hide. Keeping eye contact, he avoids looking anywhere else just in case Wade also looks somewhere else.
"You're having some realizations right now. Was it my comment about the thigh kink? Are you really into thighs? God, if you are, I'm one lucky motherfucker. My thighs are built like a goddamn Greek god-"
Logan sighs with relief.
"I ought to cut your tongue up. That would shut you up."
Wade snorts and waves his hand dismissively. "Please, that'd grow back in thirty seconds. It takes a lot more to keep me quiet, Wolvie." He grins, eyebrows clearly wiggling under the mask.
Logan keeps his eyes forward, staring into the white lens of Wade's suit, claws still buried deep in hips, he takes a deep breath through his nose and tries to make the feeling in his gut go away. Hot and bothered, his legs were spread wide with Wade standing very close to his groin—legs stood straight, torso curled above Logan, effectively pinning the Wolverine down, Wade's big arms still gripping on the seat.
"Uh, you okay there, man?"
Wade asks, voice hinted with concern. "Is the old age catching up?"
Logan scoffs, his amusement turned into something else as he shuts his eyes and his brows furrowed, feeling sweat dripping down his forehead.
Wade continues. "I understand that, totally. It might not look like it but I'm a middle aged man, I know, shocker! Don't have to tell me twice, but I get it, man. You've lived for, what, 200 years? I gotta say, physically, it ain't all that obvious. Seriously, you look good for your age-"
"Fuck! Just..."
Logan drops his head forward and breathes deeply, nose flared, he slowly retracts his claws and holds Wade by the hips with his fingers instead, gripping harshly. "Just be quiet, yeah?"
His hair brushed against Wade's abdomen, head still down, he feels Wade lean back a little and hears a small gasp.
Fuck.
"Now I see what this is about-"
"Don't-"
"You dirty, dirty freak!"
Wade laughs loudly, throwing his head back as he wipes fake tears away. Logan curls his fingers harder with nails now digging into skin and he folds inward, head still hanging—in embarrassment now, perhaps.
Laughter dies down with a sigh, Wade starts up again. Logan can feel him preparing the thousands of quips and jokes Wade's about to hurl at him.
"I certainly did not expect this! I mean, I wished for it but man! Thank you, Universe!"
Fuck you, Universe.
Wade giggles.
"I see it wasn't just you wanting some action," he whispers and leans down to Logan's ear, "Little Wolverine is out wanting some, too."
Logan shudders at the voice near his ear, the hairs on his arm stood up as he shook his head and away from Wade lips. Logan opens his eyes and realizes how close he is to Wade's groin—bulge. Logan sees a bulge. Wade's bulge.
Wade's hard.
Logan looks up—
"There you are, sweetums."
—and leans back into the seat. Wade, who still is being held on by his hips, follows and towers over Logan, his left knee slowly going up and pressing against Logan's crotch.
"Glad to have you back, can't have you blanking out on us now, can we?"
Wade looks at you, giving a very exaggerated wink, leaving Logan confused.
"The fuck are you talking about?"
Wade looks back down at Logan and grins, knee still grinding as his hand travels behind Logan's right ear and softly start scratching.
"You like that, hm?"
Wade coos, seeing Logan with closed eyes leaning easily into his touch.
"You're insufferable."
Logan growls.
"I've been told."
Logan stays silent, Wade waits for an explanation while his knee is not-so-subtly softly grinding down, which makes Logan have an internal debate with himself.
Did he need to blow some steam off? Yes.
Is this just because of his heat? ...Yes.
Did it have to happen now? No! Absolutely not. He wishes he could just kill Wade, but he can't.
Wade chuckles again at the sight of Logan, closed eyes, now with furrowed brows.
"Wow, did I just tame the Wolverine?"
"Shut the fuck up, bub."
Logan mumbles, leaning heavily into Wade's palm while his hands start slowly moving on its own accord, trailing up and down the side of Wade's thighs and squeezing once in a while. His hips slowly move together with the knee pressed up on him, seeking out some friction.
"Yes, sir."
Wade smirks at the sight below him.
Logan breathes heavily. He could feel the heat again, coiling and coiling with every minute longer he feels Wade's touch on him. The scratches now stopped then he feels the same hand sliding to his nape and playing with his small hairs before it creeps down to his back and feels around for a zipper.
"Anyway, care to explain the party that's going on in your pants? Am I invited? Cause I'd really like to party-"
"You really wanna know?"
Logan gulps. Wade nods silently.
"Fine. I'll tell you."
Wade stills, his fingers now leaving Logan's back.
"Then start talking, peanut, or else I'll start thinking things myself." Wade leans closer, face inches away from Logan. "And I think you want your cock to be sucked off so bad like there's no tomorrow."
Logan shudders at the thought but pushes Wade away.
"It's because I'm-"
"You're, what, horny? I can clearly see that."
"It's my mating season, you piece of shit."
Wade freezes—which made Logan groan from the lost of friction on his cock—Wade's mask clearly showing his mouth was wide open into a perfect "O" shape—Logan was not thinking anything about Wade's mouth—but Wade recovers, hands now planted firmly on Logan's shoulders.
"Is this the type of heat where you go delirious and just fuck right about anything, or are you still, like—uh, clear headed?"
Wade worries.
He was not about to do this to a possibly delirious, horned-out Wolverine. Wade likes sober and consensual sex! That's very sexy. But also, thinking about the Wolverine having mating seasons... Now, that's also very sexy. Never would have Wade thought that this Wolverine would actually have mating seasons.
"Still in control, bub. Don't you worry about that."
He reaches for both of Wade's hands and places them back on his head, making it known he still wants those head scratches. Wade obliges.
"So what'cha gonna do about it? Just wait for it to go away?"
"It'll be fine."
"You sure? I mean..." Wade chuckles, "I definitely don't mind lending a helping hand. You seemed into it earlier." Wade looks down. "Correction, you still seem very into it."
"It's fine. I don't need-"
"Right, like you aren't grinding against my knee right now." Wade adjusts his stance and places his foot down. "Tell me what you want, Logan, and I'll very happily give you anything you ask. It's not everyday Hugh Jackman looks like this infront of me."
Wade looks at you and raises his eyebrows with a knowing look. Logan ignores this.
Then Wade leans down on his neck, his masked face rubbing on Logan's pulse point and breathing in deeply. His right hand wraps itself around Logan's neck before moving up into his beard and scratching again, thumb caressing Logan's cheekbone, his knee also starts moving again. Logan moans at this. Wade is satisfied.
"Just—"
Logan sucks in a breath, jaw tensing as Wade's hands start trailing down his chest. "Just shut up and let me fuck you."
"Yes, sir."
Wade pulls his mask up to his mouth and dives down to kiss Logan, but to his surprise, Logan covers Wade's lips.
"You a 'no kissing' kinda gal?"
"I just don't want you kissing me after that dog just tongue fucked you."
"Very picky, noted."
Wade pushes the hand away and nips at Logan's neck. Teeth grazing and biting, hot breath trailing down his skin.
He can feel his cock straining against his suit as Wade licks a thick stripe on his neck before planting small kisses after. Logan's never had this type of foreplay before—soft, agonizingly slow, and somewhat gentle. He's always been into rougher and meaner sex, but with the condition he was in? He could get used to this for now.
Logan smells the arousal off of Wade, his own erection standing tall, Logan brings his hand up and palms at it through the red leather. Wade shudders and his mouth moves faster than earlier, kissing with more teeth now and his hand finally found that goddamn zipper on Logan's suit.
Logan closes his eyes, focuses more on Wade touching him and peeling the yellow spandex off him, his chest now on display.
Wade looks down and stares hard before licking his lips, then he brings a finger over and grazes it against Logan's hard nipples. His knee was still grinding on Logan's crotch as his mouth worked its way from Logan's jaw, to his neck, collarbone, and now chest. Wade adjusts again and straddles the older man properly, with how thick Logan was, Wade's legs spread wide open, pelvis pressed against pelvis.
Logan opens his eyes and looks up at Wade—his brown pupils blown wide—and his hands grip the other's hips again, claws unsheathing, his hips buck upwards, rubbing his clothed cock against Wade's.
"Fuck..."
Wade mutters before unzipping Logan's pants. "Holy shit balls."
He exclaims upon seeing the throbbing and swelling cock that he just freed from the yellow spandex suit. The tip was red and big, beads of precum leaking already. Wade drooled at the sight.
"Hurry up,"
Logan groans, his hand working on Wade's zipper, the hard cock also springing free from its confines.
"You're just carrying a fucking missile around-"
"Be quiet."
Logan tries to stop Wade from talking by spitting on his gloved hand then stroking Wade's dick up and down.
"Fuck—feels so good, oh my god—oh please, hashtag I need that—!!"
Wade's voice pitches higher as Logan grips tighter and tugs harder.
"Be quiet—"
Logan grunts, his nose in the crook of Wade's neck. "Don't speak and be quiet for me, please."
"What-"
"You can do that, can't ya bub?"
Wade hums a response, feeling Logan's scratchy beard on his neck with sharp canines biting down on his skin then with licking and kisses after each bite. He so badly wanted to talk but Logan asked so nicely and who was Wade to disobey that?
He starts jutting his hips up into Logan's hand, matching his movements and trying to chase his own orgasm. Wade bites on his bottom lip, hands curled around Logan's biceps, he looks down and sees the neglected hardend cock of the Wolverine.
Logan inhales deeply, smelling the musk and sweat off of Wade. His hand going up and down, his tongue lapping on Wade's Adam's apple before he feels a pair of hand stop his. Logan looks up, sees Wade biting his lip, red and swollen, but he can't quite read the rest of Wade's expression. That was a problem.
"Take off your mask."
Wade obeys, his face unmasked, eyes glossed over and nose slightly scrunched, he moves his hands over Logan's and start stroking their dicks together.
Logan moans and decides—fuck it—he grasps his hand around Wade's neck and bring him closer, teeth clashing as they kissed. It was sloppy and messy, but my god was it hot. Logan licked his way inside Wade's mouth, tracing teeth and sucking on his lips—Wade twisted his wrist and tugged tighter, making Logan bite down on his lip and slighty pull with a load moan.
"You can keep quiet,"
Logan mutters with an amused smile.
"Fuck you—ah—" Wade feels Logan's claw tracing up his thigh, "Guess I was right about the—mmph—thigh kink!"
"Spoke too soon."
Logan bites down another moan as Wade drags his thumb over his slit, spit and precum mixed together as it slicked up the red gloved hand stroking them. He bucks his hips upwards and adjusts, scooting farther back in the seat, chest pressing against chest. He grabs Wade's pants and drags them down midthigh, he retracts one of his claw before using his teeth to take his glove off then bringing his two fingers up to Wade's lips.
"Suck."
And Wade sucks on the fingers presented to him as if it were the last meal. His tongue runs all over Logan's fingers, saliva getting in between every crevice.
Logan pulls out and makes way back down to Wade's rim. Slightly prodding first, making Wade shiver above him, his thighs trembling as Logan begins to tease and push slowly before going back out again.
"If you're gonna finger me—shit, just fucking do it, asshole!"
Wade whines, his dick was swelling and maybe with only one finger inside he could come everywhere.
"Patience, bub."
Logan pushes two digits inside, hearing Wade moan loudly, he feels the insides clench around his fingers before loosening up. He pushes a third finger inside, curling and spreading it, he feels a spongy bundle of nerves which makes Wade mewl—bingo—Logan leans up, sitting straight while Wade arches his back and pushes down on the fingers inside him.
Logan drags his teeth against Wade's skin and bites down hard. He hears a hiss and continues biting and moving his fingers, opening Wade up. A hand goes through his hair and pulls harshly, lips crashing on his, kissing, licking, and biting. The intensity between them made Logan lean forward, closing in on Wade until they were pressed up against eachother and eventually fall down on the floor.
Wade grunts and his hand stops stroking, moaning upon feeling Logan pull his fingers out and start fumbling with his suit while still occupied with kissing Wade.
"Jesus—"
Wade mumbles against Logan's lips, he feels his suit harshly taken off, "Appreciate you not tearing—oh god—" He couldn't finish his sentence when he feels a hand grope his ass and lightly spread him open.
Logan leans back on his knees, the light reflecting from behind, Wade drools at the sight in front of him. Sweaty pecs, a throbbing and leaking cock with a large hand pumping it.
"What, cat got your tongue?"
Logan teases, giving his cock a pump once and twice before lining it up with Wade's entrance.
"Wowie! Just raw dogging it, huh?"
Wade exhales deeply and tries to relax, already feeling the bulbous head pushing into him. "I must've been on Santa's nice list because this is the bestest present eve-"
A moan rips through his throat as Logan fully inserts himself without warning. Wade brings his hands to Logan's biceps and holds on for his life.
Logan grips Wade's hips, tight and harsh with thumbs digging into the bone, and growls at the sensation he feels. His cock fully enveloped in a bunch of nerves tightening around his length like it was taking his shape. He pulls out until only the tip remains inside and slams back inside, Wade whimpers but he takes it anyway.
"Fuck, you're tight...!"
Logan rasps out, jaw tense as he fucks relentlessly into Wade.
"One of my—fuck—charming points!"
Wade still manages to talk while getting fucked and Logan was not a big fan of him running his tongue right now.
"Thought I asked you to be quiet, bub?"
"Oh I thought we moved past that already," Wade says breathlessly, his insides turning to mush.
Logan leans over Wade then puts two fingers inside his mouth, feeling a tongue immediately licking. He continues thrusting, each hard slam makes Wade whine and choke, the heat in his abdomen growing hotter as he finally has someone else to fuck other than his own hand. Having sex for the first time in a long time felt heavenly—and Logan could only wish this would last longer.
He takes his fingers out and leans down to Wade's earlobes, he nips at it and continues down to his jaw, neck, and now collarbone, teeth grazing against the bone and Wade winces in pain as Logan bites down hard, blood dripping out.
"Fuck, that's hot, oh you're amazing—shit!—don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop!"
Wade brings a hand to his neglected dick but it was smacked away and replaced by Logan's, stroking him erratically. Right hand still on Logan's bicep, his left was reaching over his head trying to look for something to grip on.
Wade feels his prostate getting hit over and over and it feels just like what paradise should feel like. He arches his back, eyes rolling to the back of his head as Logan moans from above him. He thinks he's died but he can feel his cock pulsing with each stroke Logan gives him, so nope, still alive.
Wade tries to talk but it seems like Logan can sense him and slams harder each time he tries to open his mouth, effectively shutting him up and making him feel great. Wade cries and mutters incoherent whispers to himself, he has not felt this good for a long time. He wonders what he should do after this—what Logan would do after this—should they talk about this? Would this evolve into anything more than just a one time thing? And if so, how does Vanessa fit into the whole situation?
Wade ponders.
Actually, she might not fit in the situation.
"I can hear you thinking."
Logan looks down at Wade, not stopping for a second.
"Don't—don't! Just keep—ah yes!—keep fucking me, Logan!"
"Yes, sir."
Logan grins and moves faster, his hips snapping back and forth, reaching the deepest depths of Wade with his hand curled around a leaking prick.
Logan can feel it. His body burning, feels his climax in his gut, the heat in his abdomen growing as he thrusts and thrusts. Logan chases his orgasm and strokes his hand in coordination with his hips.
Wade opens his mouth, breath ragged and moans getting louder and louder with each thrust inside him, borderline pornstar noises. It directly goes to Logan's dick and Wade feels it get stiffer inside him.
Was that even possible?
Logan goes deeper, balls deep, and puts his nose in the crook of Wade's neck, breathing in and smelling the scent Wade is giving off. Musky, sweaty, and somewhat sickly sweet. Wade wraps his legs around Logan's waist and pulls him even closer, Logan's free hand drop down to balance himself.
"I'm close—fucking shit—'m close, so so close!"
Wade continues to babble, Logan hears every single thing he says but stays quiet and focus on hitting Wade's prostate.
"Give it to me, baby—shit shitshitshit—"
"Shh shhh.."
Logan hushes, sucking on Wade's neck, thumb going over the slit with come leaking out, sounds of skin slapping echoing around them.
"Ooh fuck, ohh-kay-" Wade reaches down and pulls Logan up to his mouth. Both of them keep their mouths open, panting breaths into eachother with eyes closed.
Logan gulps and opens his eyes.
"Look at me."
Wade's eyes remain closed.
"Look at—Look at me, bub."
He snarls deeply.
Wade nods and opens his eyes, seeing Logan staring directly at him.
"That's it, bub. Keep your eyes on me, hm?"
Logan rasps, his voice rough and strained.
"Fuck-fuck me—I'm-"
"Go ahead, Wade."
Within seconds Wade is coming thick white ropes, his back arched to the best of his abilities with toes curling and thighs cramping. Logan thrusts once, twice, before the coiled heat in Logan's abdomen released and he's coming inside Wade with a loud groan. His hand covered in creamy white, he looks at Wade and sees the mess they created.
Wade's cum all over both their stomachs, with Logan's dripping out of Wade.
Logan goes back to kneeling, breathing heavily alongside with Wade, and grabs both the red leather covered forearms then pulls the man upwards, making Wade straddle him while his dick still inside. Logan drops his hands and holds on to Wade's hips with a loose grip.
Wade clenches down instinctively, his dick soft and wet, his hole still very full.
"What a ride, huh?"
He laughs breathlessly when seeing Logan scowl. His features still very handsome even with that expression on his face.
Logan groans.
"Guess the silence is never coming back."
"Oh, no. No, no no," Wade chuckles, then his mouth stretched into a grin, "You are never hearing the end of it, mister."
"Go fuck yourself."
"You just did, peanut."
Wade starts rolling his hips, back and forth, grinding down with Logan's dick and cum still inside him.
"Don't push your luck, bub."
Logan tightens his hold on his hips.
Wade feels himself get hard.
"You know you want it." He teases and boops Logan on the nose—still moving his hips.
Logan sighs heavily—already feeling his dick get hard, Wade feels it too then he smiles—and he holds Wade properly and pushes him down onto his cock.
"Stay quiet for me."
Wade grins.
"Yes, sir."