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    “What were you dreaming about?” Wade whispered.

    Thick fingers inside of him. Dirty words whispered in his ear. The sharp pain of a bite to his shoulder blade. 'Fuck, you feel so good.' Scarred fingers finding his line of vision and pushing themselves into his mouth.

    “None of your business,” was Logan’s blunt reply.
    A thigh pressed firmly against his cock. “Really? ‘Cause it feels like it was a good one.”
    “Bite me, Wilson.”
    “Only if you say please,” Wade grinned.

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    09 Dec 2024

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    Wade hums. “Good point.” He twitches against Logan, every movement molasses-slow and ineffective. “Besides, I think we’re even now.”

    “Even about what?” Emboldened by the fact Wade hasn’t told him to pull his dick or his claws out, Logan thrusts up gently. Wade shivers at the sensation and melts against Logan. The steady rhythm is torturous, but Logan likes the way Wade feels draped over him.

    “I had my mild whiff of necrophilia when I kicked it like Timberlake and Fatone with your skeleton, you had your mild whiff of necrophilia before my heart kicked back into gear.” Wade pats at Logan’s thigh, though it’s really more of a limp slap. “Even stevens.”

    Logan frowns but decides, as he often does, not to belabor the point.

    Logan nicks Wade's femoral artery during sex; also Wade's wearing lingerie, for reasons that aren't explained.

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    “Fine. You’re a guy. About six-two.”

    Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuckity fuck.

    “Oh? Do tell me more.”

    Wade’s heart hammered in his chest as Logan lowered his leg from the top of the couch, shoving it beside Wade and shifting closer so their faces were close enough together that Wade could feel the warmth of his breath.

    “He’s got a nice smile, wears too much cheap ass cologne,” Logan continued breathily, pupils growing wider, the blue light of the christmas tree flickering in them.

    “Yeah? But you like the smell?”

    “Course I do.”

    Logan’s fingers found their way to Wade’s knee, tickling over the skin hidden by his plaid pajama pants, catching on the worn hole at the seam by the top of his calf. Wade’s skin grew hot.

    “And what’s he wearing? Something pretty?”

    “We’re in his apartment, so he’s dressed comfortably. Ratty pants, big sweatshirt.”

    Wade tugged at the sleeve of his–in fact–big sweatshirt.

    Oh. Oh.

     

    (Wade and Logan flirt by sex LARPing.)

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    Dead patients, car wrecks, drug overdoses, journalists, Comatose Charlie, and orange chicken. Must be love.

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    “Finish it out,” he grits between clenched teeth. “Go on. Ask it.”

    Nolan shifts in his seat. “Are or are you not attracted, at the very least, to Wilson?”

    House knocks his forehead against his cane. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

    [In which Nolan pulls at the Wilson thread, and House can't stop it all from unraveling. Repression is a hell of a drug.]

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