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“So you’re finally getting out of my hair. About damn time.”
Althea crossed her arms and angled her body towards Wade and Logan. She was off by about ninety degrees. Wade picked up the box near her feet to save her from tripping over it, which was the most he had done in several hours. Mostly he had run around fretting about his collection of priceless crystals while Logan heaved boxes out of the apartment and into the rental truck.
“That’s insensitive,” Wade said to her. He set the box down near Logan, who picked it up. “You know how I feel about losing my toupee, Al!”
“Thank God I never had to see it.”
“You weren’t missing much,” Logan said as he walked past her. Outside, he shoved the boxes deeper into the truck and then hopped out. His motorcycle was at the new place, and he missed it already.
“Both of you are unbelievable!” he caught Wade saying as he walked back in. “I should’ve left you to deal with this rental situation on your own. I still have your email response to my original post. I kept it as a momento—mostly because I have over 5000 unread emails I will never sort through—but maybe I should delete it.”
“Go ahead,” Althea said simply.
Wade gasped. “You heartless son of a—”
Logan left them to it as he hauled all the rest of their shit into the truck. Even their bed—one of those softer foam beds—he grabbed, folded it like a taco, and heaved it quickly towards the truck. Wade’s eyes followed him as he moved, and when Logan passed him by again, he stopped him.
“You are very much turning me on right now with this flagrant display of you doing all the work and me just standing here, but I was thinking: Yukio invited me to the X-Mansion, and NTW hasn’t realized it yet, so the doors will still be unlocked when I get there. Can I go?”
He slid his hands up Logan’s shoulders beseechingly. Logan clapped both his hands over Wade’s shoulders and smiled.
“No.”
A couple of months after all the shit with the X-Men and Wade and everything, Logan popped the question to Wade and asked him to move in with him. He loved Althea to death, but he’d never relished sharing his space more than was necessary, and living with Wade was enough of a challenge.
Wade obviously had a lot of complicated feelings about leaving Althea that he funneled into making the move as hellish as possible. Neither of them was all that good with change, but Logan realized Wade was especially bad. If it wasn’t so fucking annoying it would be sweet.
He had his therapist’s number now, though, which he’d had to claw out of Wade tooth and nail. Just in case, for emergencies.
Wade groaned dramatically and picked up a box, for real that time. He set it in the truck and even went to grab several hefty ones without much effort. Logan could almost forget how strong Wade was when he pretended he couldn’t lift a finger.
“I did all that packing and planning and even hired the movers!” Wade said. “Don’t I get a break?”
“We didn’t hire movers,” Logan said, huffing at the fourth box he heaved over his arm. He had to be careful; he overestimated himself a little balancing all of them. “I…also…”—Logan carefully set the boxes onto the truck and shoved them further in—“did 98% of our packing. You spent three days wrapping every single one of your crystals in bubblewrap for a ten-minute drive.”
“On the highway!” Wade said. “Do you know what would happen if my grape agate broke? That baby cost the woman I unalived at least $250.”
“Jesus,” Logan muttered under his breath. “I will never understand what you see in those things.”
“Don’t worry,” Wade said, “even though you’re a nonbeliever, I make sure to say a little prayer for you every night.”
Logan walked up to Wade and grabbed his face for a kiss. Wade hummed against his mouth and tried to deepen it, but Logan pulled away. He still had a few boxes to grab.
“Shouldn’t you be teaching little mutant children how to kill people?” Wade asked. “If they would stop locking the doors and windows when I’m around, I could finally sit in on one of your lessons.”
“Uh huh.” Logan heaved the last box past Wade and practically tossed it onto the truck. “I told you already I took off. And the X-Men aren’t too keen on killing. My main thing is history and sometimes art, but I’ll be honest—when I’m in rotation for combat lessons, I enjoy that a hell of a lot more.”
“I need to work on my lockpicking,” he heard Wade mumble to himself. “They just keep replacing the windows.”
Logan took pity on him and nosed the side of his head, inhaling. He said, “I’ll talk to Storm.”
“Isn’t Scott your de facto leader or something when Chuck’s not around?”
Logan patted his arm. “The difference is that Storm likes you.”
“She does?” Wade followed Logan back and forth from the apartment to the moving truck. “Why hasn’t anyone told me? What about Jean? How would you describe her feelings towards me, on a scale of benevolent to rip me apart with her mind?”
Logan made a final circuit of the apartment and then walked outside. They’d come back later, but for now they had a truckload of mostly Wade’s shit to unload.
“Logan.”
Wade’s voice went serious in a way that always had Logan’s neck hairs standing on end. He walked up to Wade, scanning his face. “What?”
“How much does Storm like me? Like a little like, the way you like a mangy cat you see on the street, or a lot of like, like the way you see an internet famous cat that triggers your cute aggression? I’m still not over Grumpy Cat.”
Logan rolled his eyes. “Say goodbye to Althea and get in the fucking car.”
Wade went to do just that. Logan finished up and walked over, expecting their goodbye would involve insults with a thin veil of truth, but when he found them at the door, Althea was frowning while Wade chewed on his nail and shook his head slowly.
“You’re not supposed to say that, Al,” Logan heard him say in a rasping, quiet voice.
“What, the truth?” Althea smiled and swung her cane until she hit Wade. “I’ll miss you, motherfucker. And I mean that. It was nice having you around, sugar. You drove me crazy, but you always brightened up the place.”
“You’re not supposed to say how you’re actually feeling,” Wade said, sounding even more upset. Logan wrapped an arm around his shoulder and Wade squeezed his eyes shut, subtly leaning into him. “I am in my early forties. I should not be on the verge of tears right now!”
“We’ll visit,” Logan said, giving Wade a little shake.
“Maybe I’ll live with both of you,” Wade said. “I’ve always been a one week on, one week off kinda guy.”
“You’ve got a life to live and build with Logan here,” Althea said. “Nothing can last forever. Change is scary, but it’s good, too.”
Wade covered the upper half of his face with his hand. He sniffled, exhaled through his mouth, and when he’d collected himself he walked towards Althea.
“I’m gonna hug you now,” he said. “You are going to get all the cooties from me.”
Things were good. Pretty fucking good, all things considered. Their new apartment was a little roomier. Logan had a way better salary with the X-Men, and Wade had started working again. He was still ‘finding himself’, but he had started taking on some mercenary work on the side.
Things weren’t perfect. There were days where they were their worst selves; days where Logan was a ball of rage and anger, or Wade struggled and took it out on everyone and anyone. Logan had a tendency to shut down, especially when Wade got into goading him, pushing every button he could find. One night their argument had been so bad Logan spent a few nights in a hotel and learned Wade hadn’t even come home the entire time he’d been gone.
They both came back and talked. They were getting better at doing the talking first.
“Where are you headed off to in such a rush?” Logan heard behind him as he skirted past a few students. Their calls of Hi Professor Howlett still rang in his ears. That would not stop being weird anytime soon.
“Scott.” Logan turned and slowed, but didn’t stop, and Scott jogged to catch up with him. “Had to pick up something Wade left here.”
“He left something?” Scott said, raising a brow.
“Oh, knock it off,” Logan said. “Anytime he’s stolen anything, I brought it back.”
“You know, aside from the suit, he never actually stole much from us until now—not that I was aware of, anyway,” Scott said. He slowed and kept pace with Logan. “I don’t think he saw a point. The others and I were talking—we’re pretty sure he’s playing a sick game of fetch with you.”
Logan opened his mouth to argue and then closed it. Scott and Wade may not have gotten along all that much, but Scott didn’t go out of his way to insult or make up shit about Wade.
“You might be onto something,” he muttered, and hated that he hadn’t seen it until now. Motherfucker.
“Hey, dad!”
He turned just in time to catch Laura sailing towards him, four sets of claws popped out.
He deftly avoided her claws and grabbed her by the waist, catching her and pivoting in place to slow her trajectory and set her down.
“Fuck,” she panted, “I almost had you. Can't you at least block me? It’s a lot more embarrassing when you catch me like I’m five years old.”
She’d been practicing this one for a while, and hadn’t gotten him yet. The older students were doing much more advanced lessons than the others, with Logan leading the charge due to his wealth of combat experience. Laura was desperate to win one over him.
“Language,” Scott said. It barely sounded like he meant it.
“Two hundred years,” Logan said. He rubbed her shoulder opposite him. “Gotta do better than that, kid. Maybe don’t call out to me next time.”
Laura waved her hands absently after sheathing her claws.
“Next time,” she said, half to herself. “What are you doing here?”
“Picking up Wade’s shi—stuff,” he quickly corrected. “His eyeball wallet and some fuc—some 3D printed figure he insisted he couldn't live without. Shouldn’t you be in class?”
“I’m on my way now,” she replied. “Just thought I’d try that one time. Watch your back. Next time I won’t give you any warning.”
“I’ll look forward to it,” he said. “See you tonight!”
She waved a clawed hand without looking back.
“She is going to be terrifying when she’s older,” Scott said.
Logan said dryly, “She already is.”
They started moving down the hall again, and when they reached the door, Scott hung back.
“You’re still coming tonight, right?” Logan asked.
“Yeah. I’ll bring the kids with me. Storm wants to take the jet,” he said.
“She can fly—why does she love that jet so damn much?”
Scott shrugged. They exchanged smiles, something Logan couldn’t have imagined a long time ago. They hadn’t hated each other, but…he liked things like this.
“Logan! Mein Freund!”
Kurt came teleporting into the hallway out of nowhere and slammed into Logan, hard enough that he took a step back. Logan fumbled with his hands before he realized what was happening and patted his back.
“K-Kurt, whoa. Hey, how are you?”
Kurt’s arms wrapped around Logan in an intense, but brief hug, his tail wound over his arm.
“I am well!” he said, dropping away from him and taking a few steps back. “Oh, you have no idea how good it is to see your face today! And every day! I am filled with so much joy!”
Kurt had only gotten back a couple of weeks ago. After everyone else already had their adjustment period. Understandably, Kurt was furious at having been left out of the know, and he was still making up for it. Logan had always got along with Nightcrawler, so it was nice to see that nothing had changed.
“You’re coming tonight, right?” he asked. Kurt hissed through his teeth.
“Agh…I am sorry, Logan, I had completely forgotten. The professor and I have work we must complete. But you will have a wonderful time! You must bring your husband around soon so we can meet!”
Logan stiffened and then sighed. Fucking kids.
Scott was making motions along his throat with his hand that he thought Logan couldn’t see. Logan didn’t know if Kurt didn’t realize who Wade was or if he was just being nice. Maybe he really meant it.
“We’re not married,” Logan drawled. Maybe he’d one day go against what both Laura and Wade had advised and see what the internet was saying about him now that most of the mutant world knew about him and Deadpool. Fucking kids and their stupid phones.
“Oh, you aren’t?” Kurt wrung his hands. “My mistake. I had heard—”
“You heard wrong,” Logan said, then softened his voice to something less gruff. He didn’t hate hearing it—he just always went fucking red in the face. “And maybe we will swing by,” he added pointedly. “Stay a few days.”
“Perfect,” Kurt said, sounding entirely genuine. “I have heard his ceviche is to die for. Which reminds me—I was meant to go take care of something before I saw you.” He whipped around, then paused and swung back briefly to face Logan and Scott. “I will see you again soon, my friends!”
After he abruptly teleported away, Scott snorted. “Nobody liked the ceviche.”
“Yeah, well, can’t win ‘em all. Tell Jean I said hi,” Logan said. “See you, Scott. Don’t be fucking late.”
“Language,” Logan heard from Charles’s open doorway.
“We’re still good for the party, right?” Wade asked when Logan got home.
“Oh, yeah. Yeah,” Logan said, hanging up his keys on the hooks by the door. Laura had gotten it for them; she’d wanted to get them a housewarming gift, and Logan couldn’t think of anything, while Wade had provided a list so long she ended up picking out something on her own. The hooks were shaped like little branches.
“Everyone is totally hashtag informed this time,” Wade added. “No alcoholic bevs will make it past my laser eyes.”
There one day might be a point where he could stand to be around it, but for now Logan was doing his best to stay dry.
Every relapse takes you closer to sobriety, one of the guys in his group liked to say. Logan tried to believe it.
“By the way, how was therapy?” Wade asked him as he moved to sit down at the table, phone in hand.
Logan swept past him and went to grab a glass of water. Wade got way too much joy out of asking him that question ever since Logan had started going to group therapy. He had an actual therapist, but he didn’t go as often as he probably should. Somehow he couldn’t make himself sit in a room with just another person and spill his guts for long.
“Good,” Logan said. “Did too much talking. More than usual; could tell everyone thought it was weird.”
“Are you a mind reader now? What about?” Wade asked, clearly only half paying attention.
Logan thought back on it, trying to find the words that had come so easily to him earlier that day.
The group he was in—the one he’d found after several months of different therapists and endless battles with his patience—had been talking a lot about safety in the last few sessions. Safety for Logan would probably never be attainable. He’d seen too much, been through too much. Hell, he was starting to think maybe it wasn’t for anyone.
The discussions hadn’t been on finding the unattainable concept of true safety. Instead, they’d discussed safer. The small things. Little shit that could bring on that sense of safer that they did every day.
Logan sat next to Wade and watched him for a while. He wore one of Logan’s white tank tops because the AC wasn’t working well and Wade overheated easily. That and Wade had spilled paint on most of his laundry the other day when he had set the basket right next to where Domino had been about to teach him and Russell the art of acrylic paint pours. Naturally, Domino hadn’t gotten a drop on her.
“I talked about you,” Logan said, and Wade lifted his head.
“Did you tell them I look like Freddy Krueger fucked a moldy onion?”
“We didn’t talk about what you look like. Most of them didn’t have any idea I was with a man. And we talked about this, Wade. I don’t want you fucking saying that about yourself.”
Logan could tell Wade’s counselor was working on his self-image, because every time he did, Wade got a thousand times more aggressive with his insults.
“Didn’t have any idea you were in love with a man,” Wade corrected, ignoring the rest of what he’d said. Then he shuddered. “Ugh. You would not believe the thought I just had. Love is so weird.”
He wanted to talk about some of the stuff they discussed in therapy with Wade, but Logan didn’t know how. He wasn’t very good at talking, and realized he was way quicker to tears than he used to be. He fucking hated being vulnerable, though it was better with others, seeing their shit and feeling their shit, too.
“Though if you did decide you wanted to go full feral and cannibalize me, I’d probably let you,” Wade said.
Logan covered his face with one hand and laughed. Then he took Wade’s hand and gave it a brief squeeze. He left it there, stroking his thumb over Wade’s knuckles slowly.
“Wade,” he said, so fucking awkwardly, like it was the first time he’d ever said his name out loud, “do you think that you feel…”
Wade looked up from his phone and didn’t say anything, waiting. It was almost worse when Wade took him seriously.
Fuck, why was he so bad at this? Logan kept running his thumb across Wade’s knuckles, staring at it.
“Do you feel…safe with me?”
“Are you actually a mind reader?” Wade blurted.
“What?”
“Nevermind,” Wade said immediately. “What are you saying?”
“Just wondering if maybe you felt that way. Sometimes. Been talking about it in therapy. With you I feel…” Logan realized he hated everything about being vulnerable like this and wanted to quit midsentence, but he forced himself to finish. “Safer. It’s—I’m so fucking bad at this. You can ignore what I’m saying if you want.”
Wade looked at his phone for a long time, his fingers unmoving. “Yeah,” he said after a while. “I do feel safer with you.” Then he blinked rapidly and slapped his phone down on the table. “Are you hungry? I am starving.”
“Yeah,” Logan said, still holding onto Wade’s hand. He smiled at him. “I could eat.”
It was after eating lunch that Logan walked over and ran his hands over Wade’s bare shoulders.
“Where are you on the scale today?”
“You say that like I don’t know exactly why you’re asking,” Wade said. “Solid 15. Thinking about you rubbing me all over puts me at both horny and a 20 out of 36.”
“Why 36 again?”
“Because I fucking told Dale that 1 to 10 was stupid,” Wade said. “Then he suggested 1 to 100, which I said was even more stupid. 36 just makes perfect sense.”
“Okay,” Logan said. “Well, I’m not gonna force you, bub.”
“You never force me to do anything,” Wade said as he rose to a stand. “Except all the shit I hate doing. Which by the way, my therapist thinks is very rude of you.”
“Uh huh,” Logan said, following Wade as he moved to the bedroom. Wade went into the closet, grabbed his mask and wrapped it around his face, then moved back into the living room. Logan followed him to the couch where he stripped down to his underwear and then turned on the TV, essentially pretending like Logan wasn’t there at all.
Logan had the tub in hand less than a minute later and Wade between his legs, his bulk blocking the TV entirely. Not that he minded—thanks to Wade, he’d seen every episode of The Golden Girls at least five times.
“What did Hawkins actually say?” Logan asked as he scooped his fingers into the tub. Members of his group had told him about this mix, which was supposed to work better than the regular store-bought stuff. Applying it took some elbow grease, and it fucking stank on an industrial level, but he could tell Wade always felt better after—though he never admitted to it out loud.
“Something something ‘providing structure to my life’,” Wade said, tapping on the remote. Logan grabbed his hand once it was free and started rubbing it in. “I told him ‘oh, does he ever. I brush my teeth almost every morning and eat breakfast most days'.”
Wade suddenly leaned away from him. “Oh shit! That reminds me!”
While Wade was distracted, Logan turned him to his side and started working a small handful of salve on his chest and stomach. Behind Wade’s mask, Logan could sense Wade’s smile, which immediately put him on edge. Wade never smiled when Logan wrangled him into caring for himself.
“I met our downstairs neighbor finally,” Wade said.
“The girl with the dog she never keeps on a fucking leash?” Logan asked.
“Yep! And every time she says the same thing to you: ‘oh I forgot the leash’. No leash has ever been in that hand.”
He started to giggle.
“Wade…” Logan had a bad feeling.
“She asked if you were my dad,” Wade said. The giggle turned into peals of uncontrollable laughter.
“Tell me you didn’t say yes.”
“I—I said yes,” he wheezed. “The look on her face was so worth the looks we are going to get.”
“Jesus, Wade,” Logan sighed. “I do not look that fucking old.”
“And I don't look that young,” Wade said, still laughing.
Most of their neighbors had probably heard them fucking before. Wade did not hold back his voice, not that Logan was much better.
He got all the way down to Wade’s legs before Wade kicked him away and declared he was now a no-touch zone. It was further than Logan usually got. He had to go pick up things for the party anyway.
“I’ll be back in an hour or two. Need anything?” he asked as he collected his keys.
“Aside from my dick in your ass? Nope.” Wade sat up and leaned over the edge of their new couch. “Wait! That new pre-biotic drink we saw today.”
“The green can with the stupid brand name?” Logan asked, passing him by again to grab his shoes.
“Yes! Three cases, pronto.”
Logan sighed. He’d probably end up drinking most of them. “All right, fine. One case. No more until you finish the others we’ve got.”
“Yes, daddy,” Wade said, bracing his head on his hands. Logan flicked his forehead and left.
By the time Logan came back, there were only a few hours until people would start to arrive. He’d cleaned the apartment yesterday and gave everything one final once over before he wandered into their bedroom, intent on finding Wade and forcing a few of those drinks down his throat.
“Wade, I got your—"
Logan froze at the doorway.
Wade was crouched down in front of the bed. Logan noticed several things all at once.
He was wearing lingerie. The whole nine yards; bra; garter belt; stockings; the works.
The silky red fabric covering the upper half of his asscheeks was in full view. He was hunched over something on the ground, legs spread, leaving his groin fully exposed. There were tiny bows along the edges of the panties.
Logan had no idea how his junk was staying in there, and he couldn’t take his eyes away.
“Shit!” Wade swore.
Logan wrenched his eyes away from Wade’s ass. Wade twisted to look at him, mask on.
“You’re home already? Wait a second! Let me finish,” Wade said hurriedly.
His ass wiggled as he finished scribbling something on a piece of paper. Logan walked up to him, intent on grabbing that ass with both hands, but Wade scrambled onto the edge of bed. He posed himself and held the piece of paper over his groin. The text was in large red crayon and had hearts sketched all over it.
“Under penalty of law this tag not to be removed except by the consumer?” Logan read aloud. He raised an eyebrow. There was even a materials list. All that was printed there was the number of bones in the human body, though it was off by one.
“You’re the Wolverine,” Wade cooed, sliding one hand along his inner thigh. “And I’m the law, just waiting to be broken. Consume me, baby.”
“This is what they put on the mattress tags,” Logan said. “I remember because you show me every time you yank one off at the store.”
“They’re just asking to be pulled,” Wade defended.
Logan shifted his jacket off his shoulders and tossed it behind him. Then he sank to his knees in front of the bed and placed both hands on either thigh splayed out in front of him. Wade's bulk and muscle looked amazing under the outfit.
“Where did you get this?” he asked, running his hands reverently over Wade’s stocking-covered calves. He leaned forward and kissed his left leg, just above the lace. Logan kept kissing his way inward, moving closer to where Wade’s cock stood half erect.
“The internet, duh. Or for someone of your age, the World Wide Web.”
Logan kissed Wade’s inner thigh, pausing near where the fabric lay. He inhaled, breathing in his scent deeply. A low, soft groan left his throat when he nosed over the fabric.
“Okay, I did not think you would be this turned on by some sexy underwear,” Wade said.
“You look really fuckin’ nice,” Logan said letting his arousal coat his voice. He ran his hand over the trim, messing with one of the tiny bows. “Love this color. How long have you been holding onto this?”
“Well, I bought one of these for you and me,” Wade said. “But thought I would ease us into it first. After the piercings, I didn’t want to push my luck.”
“Will you take your mask off?” Logan asked. He pressed a kiss to the side of Wade’s clothed cock. “I wanna see your face.”
“Nope.”
Letting it go, Logan went back to sniffing Wade’s junk, occasionally planting a kiss here or there. Wade had gotten hard by then. His thighs twitched against Logan’s hands every time Logan kissed the tip. Fuck, he didn’t even know where to start. He looked so damn good.
“Let me suck you off,” Logan said. He’d only done it a few times, mostly because he sucked at it. Wade liked giving head, and it wasn’t like Logan didn’t enjoy that, but he wanted this.
“Oh, fuck, yes, of course you can,” Wade said. “Just try not to get anything on the fabric yet—this was not cheap.”
Logan unclasped the belt and slid his underwear down past his cock. He kissed the tip a few times, licking away the precome that pearled over his lips while he worked himself up to starting. He really wasn’t all that good. Though the way Wade’s breath quickened told him he didn’t much care anyway.
Logan kept it simple: he put his mouth on Wade’s cock and started bobbing his head right off the bat, drawing on everything he’d felt Wade do to him and what Wade had told him that first time, brow furrowed in concentration.
“Please, please, please can I take a photo? I’ll never ask again. I swear—” Wade moaned when Logan dipped his head as far as he dared take it “—s-swear to god, I will not ask for anything for at least one week if you let me snap just one pic.”
Logan didn’t believe that for a second. He pulled off Wade’s cock and peppered kisses down the length of it, drawing a low whine out of Wade.
“One,” Logan said, lifting a finger. “You get one shot.”
Wade’s phone was in his hand faster than Logan could blink. Figuring he may as well make it good, Logan pulled Wade’s legs wider and kept bobbing his head, taking him a little deeper every time. Wade’s hips had started moving, inching upward, and the whole situation and feeling the soft fabric along Wade’s legs turned Logan on like crazy.
“I’m gonna come so fast,” Wade breathed. “Fuck. Fuuck, peanut, your sweet little mouth.”
He moaned loudly every time Logan bobbed his head, hips trying to roll under Logan’s hands like Logan was actually doing something right. And Logan was getting into it. He loved it when Wade matched his movements while sucking him off, so he tried doing that now. Then, when Wade’s hips started to shudder he pulled off and dragged his tongue along the underside of Wade’s cock. He even went for Wade’s balls, knowing they were sensitive and enjoying the fuck out of the way he immediately started to squirm. He sucked on one and Wade practically squealed.
“Too much too much too much,” he said. Wade’s one hand braced behind him on the bed trembled with effort to keep him propped up. The other gripped the face of his mask rhythmically, smoothing over his covered mouth.
“I am actually seconds away from losing it,” Wade said. “I didn’t think you’d be that into this!”
“It’s sexy underwear,” Logan said. “You look fucking sexy.”
“It’s lingerie,” Wade corrected.
Logan slid his hands under Wade and grabbed his ass with both hands, going hard on his cockhead. He couldn’t take him all the way, but he knew what got Wade off—not that there was much that didn’t—and hollowed his cheeks, sucking on it hard, slowing his movements to put as much pressure as possible on his cockhead. He freed one hand and stroked the rest of him in time with his mouth.
“Coming coming I’m gonna come, yes, yes, yes,” Wade moaned. “Your mouth, baby, fuck.”
Logan had never swallowed before, but he remembered what Wade had said about the underwear and kept moving his mouth, intent on doing so this time.
Only, Wade suddenly shifted under him.
“I forgot to take a photo!” he gasped. He moved for his phone, which made Logan slip off him, but kept stroking him with his hand.
He realized too late that his position meant that when Wade did finally come, he was poised to come directly on his face.
“Fuck.” Logan quickly jerked back as the first shot hit his cheek. Another one nearly took his eye out, and then he just gave into it.
Wade’s following moan was filthy. “Ohh my fuck if I could come a second time right now. I just gave the Wolverine a facial,” he breathed. “Wait. Don’t move. This is the pic!”
Logan wrenched one eye open and held his hand over Wade’s phone.
“Take your mask off and I’ll let you.”
Wade just looked at him as he considered it. “Damn it.” He ripped it off, tossed it aside, and immediately snapped several photos. “So fucking worth it.”
Logan wondered if he should have felt embarrassed. Wade being way kinkier than he was made that difficult to imagine, most days. Immediately after taking his photo Wade had already started stroking himself, clearly intent on getting hard as soon as possible.
“Let me wipe this off real quick,” Logan said, pushing himself to his feet.
“Do you have to?” Wade called. “At least let me lick it off!”
He disappeared into the bathroom then came back, shedding his pants and underwear and crawling on top of Wade to immediately begin kissing the hell out of him.
“You look so good,” Logan said into his mouth. He ran his thumb under the brastrap, amazed how well it hugged his pecs. “I mean it. So fuckin’ hot.”
“I should’ve worn this when we first met!” Wade said. He giggled as Logan began peppering kisses up and down his throat. “That would’ve solved so many of my problems.”
Logan didn’t bother giving that a response. He ran his hands up and down Wade’s front, murmuring praise in between each kiss. Then Wade pushed him until Logan went onto his back and crawled on top of him to start kissing Logan’s neck. Logan groaned a low, appreciative sound.
“Look, kitty’s purring,” Wade murmured against his jaw. “How do you want me, peanut?”
Logan had been thinking about it since he first saw Wade like that. His eyes flicked to his right.
At Wade’s insistence, they had bought a mirror that hung on the doorframe to their closet. The reasoning had been that Wade’s tall floor display shelf full of crystals was then always in view on either side of the room. It also meant that when Logan shifted them to the other side of the bed, sitting Wade in his lap, the mirror was directly in front of them.
Logan drank in the sight, running his hands languidly over Wade’s thick thighs while staring at him through the mirror. He kissed the side of Wade’s throat.
“This okay?” Logan asked, lips to Wade’s ear.
“Mirror sex? I love the direction this has taken, though I kind of figured I would be in your position. Less of me exposed.”
“You are so fucking beautiful, Wade,” Logan said, his tone brooking no argument. “I know you don’t feel that way, but I do.” Logan shifted Wade back, rubbing his hard cock against his ass. “You’re driving me crazy here.”
“I’m grabbing my mask,” Wade said.
“Sure,” Logan relented. “Go ahead and grab it.”
He squeezed one of Wade’s asscheeks when he bent over. Then when Wade struck a pose, ass out, Logan slipped his fingers under the panties and felt something wet.
“You prepared yourself?”
“I’m wet for you, wolvie.” He slid backwards onto Logan’s lap and wriggled into place. Surprisingly, he set the mask at their side and didn’t put it on. Then Wade stretched his arms back, looping them loosely around Logan’s head. “You know I don’t like to wait, and I knew you’d want to finger me all night if I didn’t prep beforehand.”
Logan wanted to finger him anyway. He snuck his hand down between his asscheeks, sliding two inside to see how loose Wade really was.
“Naughty,” Wade gasped. Logan would have kept going, but the position was too awkward for it, and he liked where they were. Wade added, “Take off your shirt and show me the goods.”
The moment his shirt left Logan’s torso, Wade sighed dreamily.
“That is so fucking gorgeous,” Wade said. “Never gets old. I almost come every time.”
“Shut up,” Logan griped. He leaned back as Wade turned around fully and slid both palms under Logan’s chest, groping the meat of his pecs greedily. “Don’t know why I let you convince me.”
“And I am so fucking glad for that loss of sanity,” Wade breathed. “Fuck, I should have had you take your shirt off before I came on your face.”
He didn’t know what had possessed him to agree to it, only that Wade had pestered him for weeks, and they just moved in together, so Logan was high on the honeymoon phase, wanting to please Wade and make him happy, and then Wade had dragged him to a few places and healing factors were involved and it all just happened.
Wade’s fingers gently tugged on the straight barbells pierced through each of Logan’s nipples. Wade made another soft sound when Logan twitched. With his healing factor, what would normally be nearly a year of healing had been accomplished in barely a day. Though he’d have to get them pierced again to switch them out and had to mess with them constantly to keep them from sticking.
Wade was obsessed. His fingers played with the bars, and Logan’s abdominal muscles twitched and fluttered in response.
He couldn’t lie—having his nipples with piercings played with did a lot more for him than he thought they would. The moment Wade found that out, he’d spent entire evenings teasing them.
Logan braced a hand around Wade’s wrist. “I want you facing the mirror. All fours on the bed.”
Wade reluctantly did as he was told, placing a fleeting kiss on Logan’s left nipple. Logan moved back to give Wade room, then widened Wade’s stance and slid his hand up his front, lifting his chest back towards Logan.
Logan breathed out through his nose, aroused beyond belief.
Wade said, “I’m so turned on by the fact that I can feel your piercings touching my back.”
“I’m gonna pull your underwear to the side and fuck you like this,” Logan said against Wade’s ear, in case he had any complaints. Wade didn’t move, only grabbing senselessly at Logan’s arm that slid over his front.
With one hand Logan fondled Wade’s dick through the lacy underwear, and the other he guided his cock into place. Logan rubbed himself over Wade’s hole, gave it a few seconds, then realized he probably needed more lube.
“Hold on,” Wade said. He stretched his hand to their bedside table and Logan had to roll his eyes.
“The snail? Really?”
Wade had bought a dispenser in the shape of a snail not long after moving. He got a real fucking kick out of dispensing the lube out of it. He pumped it a few times, then reached over and slathered his hand on Logan’s cock.
“That imagery is a huge turn on,” Logan said dryly.
“I know, right?” Wade said. He added some more.
“Jesus. I think that’s enough. Shouldn’t be surprised; you like it filthy,” Logan said.
“That is no secret to anyone in this room,” Wade said. “You are the one that likes it filthy but won’t admit it.”
“I’ll admit it,” Logan said, sliding his cock into place. He slapped a hand on Wade’s ass. “I’ll fucking admit. I wanna fuck you dirty, all fucking night long.”
“You can do better than that,” Wade breathed. Logan was so glad he could see Wade’s face; it meant he got to watch him bite his lip as Logan’s cock slid past the thin fabric and into Wade. He looked fucking amazing.
Logan took his time, starting slow and steady, for his own enjoyment but also because Wade twitched a little whenever he did.
“You like that?” Logan said, hot in his ear, eyes on the mirror. Wade was staring, but not at his face.
“Your fat dick is sliding right over my P-spot. Of course I do.” Logan rolled and snapped his hips into him hard, and the moan that slipped out of Wade was pure reflex and filthy as hell. “Fuck, your cock, peanut, it’s so big and stupid, I fucking love it.”
Logan’s eyes slid down, then back to the mirror. He liked that each time their hips met, he could see Wade’s toes curl in the mirror.
“Never done it in front of a mirror before like this,” Wade panted. “Usually I was the one who—fuck.”
Wade cut himself off, his hand digging into Logan’s when he started fucking him harder.
“You look so hot. You’re so fucking beautiful,” Logan said. He didn’t talk much during sex, but figured he’d give Wade what he’d asked for earlier. “You drive me fucking crazy. You won’t stop bugging me to get my goddamn nipples pierced, and then you go and put this on.” He yanked Wade back by his hips, searching for the right angle that always made Wade scream. “I could keep you like this—fuck you all damn night.”
“We—We still have to work on your dirty talk,” Wade said in between breaths.
Logan snapped his hips harder and brought one hand up and started playing with one of Wade’s nipples under the bra. Wade moaned hard in the back of his throat, tightening like a vice around his cock.
“Fuck,” Wade breathed. “Fuck. You know I love nipple play.” His hand scraped along Logan’s arms. “Fuck, you’re still—fuck.”
Logan rolled his nipple between his fingers. He pinched harder, working it until the sounds coming from Wade’s mouth became more frantic, turning sharper. He had just enough reach with his hand that he could shove it in Wade’s panties and fondle his balls, which really set him off. Wade’s hand clamped over his, but he didn’t stop him, just kept rocking back into Logan, starting to shake.
He could have kept him like that, teasing Wade until he came, but thanks to Wade’s squirming, he’d bent forward so Logan didn’t have a great angle to see his front anymore.
That wouldn’t do. Logan decided, fuck it, and slipped out of Wade. Amongst his sudden protests—
“Logan, what the fuck, I was so close!”
—he pulled Wade back until his shoulders were pressed against Logan’s chest, then hiked him up under his ass and lifted him, sliding and clamping his hands tight under Wade’s thighs to hold him there.
Fuck, he really might come on time for once. His cock throbbed with the need to get back inside Wade. He looked so fucking good.
“Oh!” Wade said in a shaky breath. Logan gingerly stepped onto the floor for better stability, moving them closer to the mirror. Wade’s underwear had slid up his thighs during the move, which worked perfectly for Logan. “Oh, this is new. You’re—”
Whatever wanted to say got cut off when Logan carefully slid back in and started fucking him again. Logan breathed through his nose. Wade was tight like this. It took a lot of careful strength to hold him, and the bed wasn’t as sturdy under his knees as he’d like, but Wade’s face had gone slack; he wasn’t even smiling like he usually did.
“You’re—you’re actually hitting right where it feels so—so fucking good, peanut,” Wade said. “Don’t fucking stop.”
His hands snapped to Logan’s arms, clawing when Logan tightened his core and focused on fucking Wade just way he wanted. Wade’s moans had gone tight and breathless, which let Logan know he was doing something right.
“So fuckin’ loud,” Logan growled. He slid his hands closer to Wade’s knees and pinned his legs towards his chest. Wade’s feet flexed in his stockings, his whole body snapping taut. “I love seeing you like this. Love you so fucking much, Wade.”
Logan had only slammed home a few more times when Wade’s back pressed into Logan and he fisted Logan’s hair, making the filthiest series of sounds Logan had ever heard as come shot out of his cock. He strained in Logan’s grasp, fisting his own cock, squeezing on each stroke like he wanted to draw out every last drop.
Logan couldn’t even hope to last seeing that; he followed him not long after, fucking him hard through his orgasm, long past the point of overstimulation for Wade, until Wade’s chest was heaving and Logan’s name coming from his mouth sounded more like a sob. Finally then Logan watched his softening cock slip out of Wade and carefully collapsed back on the bed, letting Wade down next to him.
“That was nice,” was all Wade said, still breathing hard.
“Did something right for once, then,” Logan said. Wade didn’t go quiet unless Logan had worn him out or did something he really liked.
“You have never been more right,” Wade breathed. “Oh, fuck, I just need to lie here a while and absorb all that.”
Logan gave it a minute and then went into the bathroom, grabbed a towel and cleaned them both. Wade pulled off the underwear but knocked Logan’s hands away when he went to unclasp the bra.
“I’m keeping this on,” Wade said.
Logan slid back on the bed and looked at Wade, because he felt like it, and Wade wasn’t fighting him about it for at least thirty seconds. Hell, they’d had sex in front of a mirror.
Wade grabbed his phone from the side table and immediately opened twitter. Logan wriggled up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist, sliding them up to his chest. He kissed the back of his neck until Wade giggled and slapped his thigh.
“Stop, I’m ticklish behind my ears. You’re just handsy because you can’t smoke in here.”
“Yeah, well, I want to stay here,” Logan said against the back of his head. He kept kissing and groping Wade’s chest and stomach, and eventually Wade turned around and leveled him with a look.
“This is very Hallmark moment of you, and the whole mirror thing got me as hot as an episode of Gossip Girl, but you don’t actually want to see this mug in front of a mirror more than once, do you?” Wade said, sounding like he knew the answer.
“What?” Logan didn’t have to try to sound baffled by the sudden change of topic. At Wade’s look he added, “I love your face. All of you. Cross my fucking heart.” Wade looked back at his phone, and Logan pushed it down out of view. “Wade, we practically came at the same time for once.”
“Miracles do happen,” Wade said.
“And a bunch of fabric isn’t what turns me on,” Logan continued. “It was you wearing it. I love your body. I look forward to waking up next to that face every morning.”
“We only sleep together three nights a week,” Wade pointed out. “You’re still so worried about ‘stabbing me to death’ and ‘ripping my throat out with your claws.'”
Considering both things had happened, Logan didn’t see why he went with air quotes. He grabbed Wade’s face with both hands.
“I like your face,” Logan said slowly. “I’ve seen all kinds of mutations. It doesn’t bother me, and I like the way you look. I mean it when I say I think you’re beautiful.”
“You saw what I used to look like,” Wade said, staring him down. “In the void.”
“You—the person right in front of me—are the version of you I love seeing,” Logan said. “Not that long-haired dickwad version of you in the void, and not anybody else. You—right here, right now—are what I want to see.”
“I hate when you make me look at you. And that doesn’t matter, because I don’t,” Wade said, ripping his face out of Logan’s hands. “I’m not supposed to look like this. Don’t you…don’t you get that, Logan?”
Logan really didn’t know what to say to that. He knew what he wanted to say, but it wasn’t what Wade wanted to hear, so Logan just stroked the side of his face. Wade eventually sighed and rolled over until he fell off the bed.
“Wade?” Logan called.
“Maybe I’m just a little cranky right now,” Wade said from the floor. “Kind of mad I let you convince me to keep the mask off while fucking my brains out in front of a mirror. I didn’t hate myself during it. But then I remembered afterwards that I actually do.”
Logan’s heart broke for Wade, and he really wished he knew the right thing to say.
“Well, thanks for putting up with me,” he decided on. “I love you.”
Wade was silent for a good thirty seconds. “I love you, too. Even if you’re an idiot.”
Wade eventually climbed back into bed and went back to scrolling on his phone. Logan grabbed his glasses and did the same. Then Wade laid his head on Logan’s stomach and occasionally played with his piercings and chest hair to amuse himself.
“It was good,” Wade said at one point. Logan almost didn’t realize he was talking to him until Wade continued. “You always make me feel…”
Logan set his phone down. Wade groaned.
“You make me feel loved, okay? You make me feel all precious and gooey inside and...and you make me feel better. About myself. About a lot of things. And since you shared your feelings with me earlier, I’m sharing them with you." Wade traced circular patterns over Logan's stomach. "My skin is crawling right now, bee-tee-dubs, worse than it does when Dale actually pays attention to the random shit I say in therapy. Why are feelings so hard?”
He flicked a piercing. Logan stroked the back of Wade’s head.
“Thanks for sharing that with me,” Logan said, and had to resisting declaring his love for Wade five or six more times. He grabbed his hand instead. "I'm glad you did. Feelings are really fucking hard."
Wade shrugged and started messing with Logan's fingers. He kissed between his knuckles. “Now that I’m feeling a little achier than I always do, I remembered I texted Cable to come over and smoke with me,” he said. “He said no. He won’t even accept an edible, even though I know we’re chronic pain besties. I never understand why.”
“All right,” Logan said. “Let’s get ready. You’ll see Cable later. I’m sure he’d love to smoke with you around a bunch of fucking people he barely knows.”
Wade made a thoughtful sound and stood. He threw on a patterned cropped top and a pair of pants and walked into the living room with purpose. Logan went with his usual: jeans and a t-shirt. He'd already set up everything for the party, and the food they had that was supposed to go in the oven Logan had already mentally planned out the logistics of, with accompanying timers on his phone so it would all be out at the same time. The hors d'oeuvres had been Wade's idea (see: he'd bought a shitload when he went shopping alone after a 12 hour fast and they didn't have any other use for them). Worst case, they could easily order takeout.
It wasn’t long before Wade realized there was nothing for him to do and came back into the bedroom.
“You are the best, peanut,” Wade said. “I really was going to help, you know. Suck you off later?”
“Uh huh. Sure,” Logan said. He slid up to Wade and burrowed his hands under his shirt, access made easy thanks to how short it was. He ran his hands under the lace bra and cupped Wade’s chest.
“Handsy,” Wade chastised. His hands came up over Logan’s, and then he stilled. Logan thought he’d somehow made him uncomfortable, but Wade suddenly moved away from him, his posture completely changed.
Before he could even ask, Wade walked over to the doorway to the bedroom and grabbed one of his guns from the nearby houseplant (how the fuck had Logan missed that?). Then when a figure passed by the door, Wade grabbed them and shoved the gun against their throat.
“Jean?” Logan said, startled by her sudden appearance. Wade’s expression relaxed immediately, and he started to move the gun away, but before he could even pull it from her throat, Jean had already started unraveling it in Wade’s hands.
“Holy shit,” Wade said, staring at his now empty hand. “That was fucking cool. Can you do that with me?”
“Jean. You’re early,” Logan said, trying not to sound confused and defensive and failing.
“Sorry, I thought we had established I could come early,” she said. Jean smiled apologetically at Wade as he continued to stare at his empty hand. “A few days ago, we talked about it? You said ‘we might not hear you knock, so come on right in'.”
Logan thought back and realized it was true. “Shit. You’re right. I completely forgot.”
Thank fuck she hadn’t come any sooner.
Looking between them, Jean crossed her arms. “Sorry about the gun you held to my throat. I should have checked in again. I knocked and called from the door. I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?”
“No,” Logan said, and Wade said, “thankfully it was a one orgasm day for both of us.”
Logan’s face turned beet red. Jean struggled to maintain her expression. Logan didn’t get embarrassed all that easily, but it was still fucking weird to talk about some things around Jean.
“I see.” Maybe taking pity on Logan, she walked up to him, tugged his face down, and kissed his cheek. “I wanted to see what this place looked like,” she said. “All your furniture is so…unique. And the paint choice in this room is very…” She spread her hands. “How are you both?”
This she said while looking at Logan and also Wade. She was obviously a little unsure around him, but she always tried to include him in the conversation.
“Kind of turned on,” Wade answered honestly, still staring at his hand. “I loved that gun like a son. Have you met Dogpool?”
“Dog…pool?” Jean repeated.
The mention of her name had Mary Puppins running into the room. She ran up to Wade, and Logan, then saw Jean and started barking.
“Aw, don’t be mean,” Wade chastised. He picked her up and held her out to Jean. “This is Jean Grey. She could unravel your entire body in seconds, apparently. Fuck, why didn’t I know about that when I was way more into suicide?”
“Uh. Oh,” Jean said. That single word spoke volumes of her opinion. “Wow…that’s…” She clearly decided to focus on Dogpool. “Is she okay?”
“Yep! She just looks like that.” He stroked her head lovingly. “Her nipples are the size of a child’s fingers.”
“That’s—that’s nice,” Jean said.
After a surprisingly lengthy discussion pondering Dogpool’s multiverse pedigree, Jean offered to leave after the slight misunderstanding. Logan wasn’t going to turn her away—not after an hour drive. And knowing she had left Scott to come on all on his lonesome gave him a little bit of a kick. Scott knew how to out-puppydog-eye Wade even with glasses.
When Logan offered Jean a drink, she asked for water. Then Wade and Logan bickered quietly about whether she meant sparkling or tap.
“Plain water is fine with me,” she called from the couch.
“We do not give all important Jeans tap water,” Wade hissed at Logan. “I told you we should’ve bought the brita.”
Wade kept poking Logan in the chest, pushing him backwards until his back hit the wall. He couldn’t stop smiling.
“I’m really fine with anything,” Jean called again. She had a funny look on her face until they sat down at the couch.
“It’s nice to see you happy,” Jean said, noticing Logan’s piercing stare. Wade handed her the glass of water, and she thanked him quietly before sipping it. “I can’t say much of this was expected when I first saw you a couple months ago—”
“You and me both,” Logan said.
“—but it’s good. For such a long time, I just wanted you to be happy.” Jean stroked her fingers along the glass. “I don’t know if I ever did the right thing when it came to you—the other you. Sorry,” she added suddenly. “I’m probably making you uncomfortable, aren’t I?”
“Nah, it's okay. I know you mean well,” Logan said. Wade’s hand slid to his thigh, and Logan grabbed it. “If I know the other me, he wouldn’t have wanted to hear the ‘right thing’. Some days I still think I’m not. And I am happy.”
“I’m never ready to hear it,” Wade piped in.
“Maybe you’re right,” Jean said. She smiled at her glass. "It's good to see you two together in your element. You should come by the mansion more often after hours."
"Is that invite extended to me?" Wade asked, sounding deceptively calm and nigh-on uninterested.
"Of course, Wade."
Wade smiled. Logan thought he should warn her, then decided against it. Wade didn't need an invitation to cause havoc. If anything, it might even deter it. Maybe. On a good day.
Jean moved on to talk about less X-Men related topics, and they spent time hanging out on the couch until it was party time and the others showed up. It was nice. Logan never thought he'd get this kind of chance to be with Jean like this. He should have taken it a long, long time ago.
When Scott finally showed, he came with Laura, Russell, and Domino, surprisingly.
“Hey, kid,” he said warmly to Laura. He nodded at Russell.
“We brought our own music,” Russell said, holding up a portable speaker, “in case you boomers completely fuck up the vibe.”
“All playlists are approved by moi,” Wade said, crossing his arms. Then he raised a hand and twirled it. “You may present it to the class. I’ll be expecting a ten-page followup.”
Russell smirked and followed Wade inside. Logan patted Laura’s shoulder as she passed by, then she stopped and they exchanged a brief one-armed hug.
"It looks great in here," Laura said. "Very...Wade."
"I let him pick most of it out," he said, shrugging. She bit back a smile.
"Of course you did," she said, in a way he wasn't sure he fully understood. She patted his elbow and moved past to follow Russell and Wade.
“Hey, Dogpool!” Domino cooed when she filtered in behind him. The moment Mary Puppins had met Domino, like most people, she fell in love with her instantly. Domino picked her up and carried her.
Then it was just Logan and Scott.
“Hey, Scott,” Logan greeted.
“Hey,” Scott said. He stood there shuffling the bag of—non-alcoholic—drinks he had in his hands, clearly a little unsure as to why he’d been held back. “Um, what’s up?”
Logan reached out and hugged him hard. Scott hugged him back, started to pull away, and then Logan grabbed Scott on both sides of his face and kissed his cheek, because why the fuck not?
“Nothing. Come on in. You can put those in the fridge,” Logan said.
Scott touched his face in shock, then followed Logan further into the apartment with a small smile.
As the rest of the X-Men who were coming and Wade’s friends showed up, and the space got fuller, Logan had to resist escaping too soon. Their apartment was decently spacious, but with the amount of people coming he knew it’d get way worse. He had cigars waiting in his pocket.
“DP! Mr. Wolverine!” Dopinder called from the door when he arrived. “I brought gifts. Would you mind giving me a hand?”
Logan walked over and grabbed the massive bag of snacks Dopinder had brought. He didn’t recognize any of them.
“Fuck yes,” Wade breathed. “You are hooking me up Dopinder. I could kiss you!”
“Please don’t,” he replied, smiling. Logan clapped a hand on his shoulder.
“Thanks for taking us around all those times,” Logan said. “We appreciate it. Call me Logan.”
Wade loudly crinkled a snack bag open. “Oh fuck yes.”
“I appreciate it,” Logan said.
“Oh, it was nothing. I’m just so sorry I missed your wedding. Which by the way, I had no idea you two were engaged!”
Logan looked back at Wade licking his fingers. Wade loudly crunched a snack. “I swear to god it wasn’t me.”
“Am I gonna have to finally look up my name on the internet, or tiktok, or whatever?” Logan said. “We’re not fucking married.”
“Please don’t,” Dopinder, Wade, and Laura—who’d been listening in behind them—said simultaneously. Wade added, “or do. The fallout will keep me going for weeks.”
Logan opened his mouth, then realized something. He’d made a twitter way back in the beginning in an attempt to keep up with Wade, but he hadn’t seen a tweet pop up in weeks, which was unusual. Wade’s average was ten to fifteen.
Wade’s twitter showed a very jarring message when he tried to visit it.
“You blocked me?” Logan said to Wade, incredulous.
“That’s probably for the best,” Laura said.
“It was for your own good!” Wade agreed. “You do not want to see my notifications right now. I had to lock my account since some of my old tweets about the Wolverine have not aged well in the current discourse.”
Logan understood that he didn’t understand. “Fine. I’ll just fucking google myself later then.”
“It is your funeral,” Dopinder said sagely.
Domino walked up to Logan and looped her arm around his. If it had been anyone else, he would have been pissed off. "I'll explain the whole thing," she said, patting his elbow. "It's not that complicated if you follow the hashtags."
"Don't you dare," Wade said. "Half of those hashtags I started. I can't have Logan getting mad me at me for those!"
Logan opened his mouth, then closed it. "I'll text you," he told Domino. She beamed.
Conversation was forcibly moved on, and not long after Peter came through, then Cable. Peter seemed nice enough, and Cable…well, Logan realized he had no idea where he lived or what he did.
If he was being honest, Logan was surprised Cable came around at all. He had complicated feelings about his relationship with Wade, but Wade was usually in a good mood when he talked about fucking off with Cable to ‘beat the shit out of anyone who looks at us funny’ or whatever they got up to.
“What is that shit all over your fingers?” Cable asked Wade. Logan stood by a little further away, watching them with his arms crossed.
“Try one,” Wade said. He offered a chip and Cable took it, ate it, and nodded.
“Howlett,” Cable said when he passed by Logan.
“Cable,” Logan replied.
“I love the sense of tension you two have,” Wade said when he walked over. “Are you a jealous little honey badger?”
Logan pulled him into his embrace for a brief, but firm kiss. “Maybe I am.”
Wade’s smile was giddy. “Hold on, I have to go talk to somebody other than you right this instant. Hold onto that feeling.”
Logan watched him go and shoved his hands in his pockets. In reality, he was happy Wade was getting out more. Wade and Logan shared a lot of similarities, but sometimes it felt like Logan could never reach Wade the way he wanted to when he was suffering the worst. He probably should bring that up in therapy.
Logan himself still clung to routine, as different as it had become. He hadn’t gone on many outings for the X-Men yet, and sometimes he got in serious black moods and couldn’t talk to any of them or he thought he might never want to walk into the X-Mansion again, but, well. Work in progress.
He'd just gone outside for a smoke break when Vanessa walked up to the door.
“Vanessa,” Logan greeted, pulling his cigar from his mouth. “You made it.”
“You say that like there was a chance I wouldn’t,” she said teasingly. She paused by the door and leaned against it, looking out at their view of the street with Logan.
“How are you?” she asked. “We haven’t talked in a while.”
“We text,” Logan said.
“I text Cable more than I text you. The last thing you said to me was ‘Wade safe’. That was months ago.”
Had it really been that long? “Was that really all I said?”
Vanessa brushed her hair behind her ear. “Yep. Had to get the story from Wade.”
“You could’ve called,” Logan tried.
“Would you have answered?”
“I would’ve,” he decided. “You’re good for Wade. He loves you.”
“So are you,” she said. “He talks about you more than he used to, in ways that…do matter, y’know? Did you really get…?”
He stared at her, then realized he knew what she was hinting at. “Fu—again? Fuck no,” Logan said with a sigh. “Don’t know how that keeps getting around. Fucking kids. Did you ask Wade that? What did he say?”
“He didn’t say anything, which was why I wondered if there was some actual truth to it. He just started talking about the merits of houseplants.”
Logan snorted and put his cigar back in his mouth. Vanessa turned back towards the door, poised to open it.
“Vanessa, wait,” Logan said, taking a puff from his cigar before he spoke. She waited, watching him with eyes that seemed a little wary. “You should come around more often. I’m not a bad cook.” He looked away and cleared his throat. “Could make it a thing.”
“Yeah?” she said. “I think I’d be happy with a thing.”
Vanessa disappeared inside, and Logan waited to finish his cigar before he went back in.
“Peanut,” Wade said when he saw him, rushing over to him from the other side of the room. He slid his hands up Logan’s chest and groped. Logan shoved his hands away, only because he knew Wade was doing it to make his piercings more obvious. He’d worn a patterned shirt on purpose. “You have got to come over here.”
“What’s up?” Logan said. He kissed Wade’s forehead over his mask. At some point he must have put it on.
“Chuck 2.0 has a mission for us,” he said excitedly. “It may involve murder. Or no to the murder. I forgot which one she said, but the words murder and killing were explicitly used. We are perfect for this job!”
Wade turned away from him before he could even agree.
“Our asses are wide open for murder!” he yelled across the room, drawing several gazes.
He watched Jean sigh and press her palm to her forehead. It was probably a mission of the non-murder variety.
Work in progress.
Logan followed Wade to where Colossus, Jean, and Scott were discussing whatever Wade had been talking about. He wrapped an arm around Wade’s waist without a second thought, and Wade made it a point to keep subtly trying to grope Logan’s chest. Eventually Logan had to hold his wrist to stop him.
“A less…delicate touch is required,” Jean said. “But we don’t have anyone who fits the job quite like you two.”
“Is that right,” Logan said. “Sound about right. Never been much for delicate.”
“And we were just telling Deadpool here that absolutely no murder is allowed,” Scott said, angling his head towards Wade. He added, after a second, “well, only if absolutely necessary, and within reason. Don't want you dying either.”
“All right,” Logan said. “We’ll do it. Sounds easy enough.”
“Let’s fucking go,” Wade said, pumping one fist.
Logan and Wade working together with the X-Men, just like that. Logan tried not to overthink it, tried not to get lost in how little he felt he deserved to feel this good about things. It helped that Wade leaned his head on Logan’s shoulder and launched into a detailed pre-plan plan.
“You are good influence,” Colossus told him a little later, when Logan hung back in the corner, starting to feel overwhelmed. “Wade has changed. Same man, but different. Better.”
“Not sure I did all that much, bub,” Logan said, fiddling with his phone and an unopened cigar. “Did he really break all his limbs on you, Colossus?”
“You should call me Piotr. We are friends,” Colossus—Piotr said. He crossed his arms. “Wade is better here.” He tapped his head. “For long time I could see he was unwell. I did not know how to help him. I do not think I did a very good job.”
“Neither did I,” Logan admitted. It felt wrong to talk about Wade like this, but he it also felt good to see others see Wade the way he saw him. Someone who deserved to be happy; who deserved the fucking world. “Everyone’s got shit, and Wade’s the one doing the work. So I don’t really think I deserve praise. I’m just…trying to make him happy. Be happy, I guess. We all could use a little bit of that.”
“You are too right, my friend. But do not sell yourself short. Wade has had stubborn streaks to outlast the strongest, wildest mules."
Logan chuckled quietly. "You're not wrong there."
Piotr paused. "We could have had party at X-Mansion, you know,” he said, probably able to read Logan's discomfort with the whole thing. “Very spacious.”
“Parties aren’t my kind of thing, but Wade been asking for a big round up,” Logan said, without quite answering. He wasn't having a bad time, far from it, but...work in progress. “Made a lot of cattle jokes.”
After more silence, Logan met Piotr’s eyes.
“I think it had to be here.”
“It is a good home you will make,” Piotr said, with feeling.
"Yeah," Logan agreed, looking at Wade, "we will."
“Al! You’re here!” he heard Wade yell from across the room. “Is that my last long lost bag of coke? You shouldn’t have!”
“Good luck,” Piotr said before he walked away.
The party was good. Crowded, and loud, and they had way too many people there, but it was good. Logan munched on snacks and downed maybe a dozen drinks by the end of the evening. And by that point his nerve ends were really on the fritz, so he stepped out again to smoke for a couple minutes.
The air was cool despite the time of year, so he stayed out there a little longer than he meant to. The date had started to circle back around to when he first met Wade. When his entire life had seemed like an endless black hole he couldn’t climb out of.
Fuck, Wade's birthday was coming up soon.
He thought about what he could get for Wade, and then the fact that he was having thoughts like that at all, and then he thought about all the people waiting for him inside—people he loved, and he never thought he’d see again—and it felt good. Good in a way that made Logan’s heart swell up and hurt like hell at the same time. Strangely, he felt like crying, but he also caught himself smiling.
And with all this talk of marriage, his thoughts were taking turns where they had no place going. He'd never been married in his whole goddamn 200 years of life. Fuck, maybe—
“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this? You looking for some company, lover boy?”
Logan’s smile widened. Wade’s voice cut through his thoughts and the city quiet as he slid up beside him, bumping their shoulders. Logan took a puff of his cigar and leaned his head on Wade’s shoulder, pulling it away not long after to breathe in his scent.
They were outside the building near the street, so while they stood there silently, he got to watch Hank and Storm—who were very late—arguing about the parking spot Storm had picked that wasn’t actually a parking spot. Storm lamented their inability to use the jet near the city.
“You having fun?” Logan asked Wade eventually.
“Yeah,” Wade said, sounding like he meant it. Logan hoped it would hold. Sometimes after a really good day, Wade just crashed. If he did, though, Logan would be there. “Yeah, I am. I—”
Wade paused while sirens whizzed on past, drowning out what he might’ve said.
“It’s not…too much?” Wade asked Logan suddenly afterwards, scanning his face, like he was on the lookout for discomfort. Logan had a feeling he didn’t just mean the party.
“Nope,” Logan replied. He reached out and took Wade’s hand, threading their fingers. “It’s perfect.”