"you're full of shit."
"i'd rather be full of you, peanut."
that's it. that's the breaking point. logan's had to put up with his shitty rambling, and shitty jokes, and that shitty coy voice he uses when he's trying to tease but also trying to flirt but also joking but also not, for the whole two hours and seven minutes of this joke of a movie and he's fucking sick of it.
which brings them to this.
he'll blame it on the whiskey even though they both know that neither of them can get properly intoxicated. he'll blame it on the adrenaline, on the close proximity they're in.
he won't blame it on the cute little giggle wade made when logan said something decidedly not funny because wade thinks everything is funny because wade is fucking stupid.
stupid and hot.
i'm so fucked.
"logan."
wade's gloved hands run down the back of his suit and fuck, does logan wish it was his bare hands touching his bare skin and, fuck.
he is so fucked.
"don't you have a girl."
"way to kill the fucking vibe wolvie."
wade pushes his mask up to show his mouth and smiles all teeth.
"she is, not that i don't desperately want her back, which is so not the point and a definite mood killer, otherwise taken by the this stuffy guy from work, not that i've met him but i can tell-"
"pool."
"wolvie."
wade smiles again.
all this guy does is fucking talk. fucking yap and yap, even in times of mortal fucking peril he'll talk it up with his fucking execution. logan doesn't know how he manages to think of so many fucking words to say all the time.
he counts back from ten slowly in his head. this is such a bad idea, this is such a bad fucking idea. this idea is so fucking bad idea that-
"i think i can find better use for your mouth."
they stare at each other for a moment, and they're so close that logan can taste wade's breath of the tip of his tongue and fuck he wants more.
more more more more-
their mouths mash together in a what can only be described as a hot mess, full of teeth and biting, and fuck wade's lips are way softer than they ought to be, and he tastes so fucking good like all the sexual tension they've had just poured right into logan's mouth, and he think this time, wade might actually kill him.
and he'd let him.
and then wade does thing with his shitty mouth where he sucks on logan's tongue and he might actually lose his goddamn mind and-
he is so fucked.
and logan is so lost in his head he doesn't realise wade still hasn't shut the fuck up and he takes a breath to listen to the words that are coming out of the other guys mouth.
"fucking fuck please please please fuck please-"
logan grips wade's mouth with one of his hands, big and strong and slightly sweaty from the having to deal with the pure exhilaration that comes from being near deadpool. the deadpool. the merc with a mouth.
"you never shut the fuck up, do you?"
he says it like a question but doesn't give wade enough time to answer before he's laying two of his fingers onto wade's sinful mouth and pressing down, hard. and its worth not hearing whatever witty remark the other guy was going to reply with, with seeing wade's eyes roll back into his head and the full body shiver of pleasure he makes.
"i could keep you here, like this, all night."
it's nice being able to hear himself think for once, he muses silently.
"you'd like that, wouldn't you."
wade starts, tries, to protest but logan pushes down harder and rips off the deadpool mask with the other hand.
and there's wade looking up at him with those fucking eyes and, there's a bit of drool leaking out of his mouth and, logan's cock fucking twitches.
"you can be a good boy f'me, can't you, bub."