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Approximately seven minutes after saving the world/universe/multiverse, Logan found himself in an alley near the subway, both of his hands pinning Wade against the nearest wall. They were still so hopped up on adrenaline (plus the endorphins of healing from what would absolutely have killed anyone else) that Logan barely noticed what they were doing, at least not until Wade’s lips crashed into his own.
Oh. Huh.
It took him a second to catch up and then Logan was giving as well as he was getting, snarling under his breath as he pinned Wade to the wall with his claws through Wade’s shoulder.
“You know, I thought about this but I figured the best I’d get was a cocaine fueled daydream,” Wade told him, both of his hands groping Logan’s ass unrepentantly.
“You really never shut the fuck up, do you?”
Wade grinned widely. “Nope!”
Instead of mortally injuring him, as Wade expected, Logan just rolled his eyes and leaned closer once more.
“We’ll see if I can’t shut you up yet.” When Logan dropped to his knees Wade could only gasp and he remained blessedly silent as Logan got to work on the front of his costume. After ten seconds Logan was fed up with messing with the buttons and zippers and he growled, slashing his claws through the tough fabric like a hot knife through butter.
Wade made a token noise of protest but quickly stopped when Logan glared up at him, silently daring him to keep talking.
“...that’s what I thought,” Logan muttered as he refocused on the dick in front of him. It was big, bigger than he would have thought, and he licked from the base to the tip, testing the texture and give of Wade’s scars. He heard Wade make a breathy noise and looked up with his tongue still flicking over Wade’s slit, tasting the precome Wade was practically dripping.
When they locked eyes Wade gasped, looking down at Logan with a shocked expression, his head hitting the wall behind him with a loud noise. “ Oh my god -” Wade breathed out, his eyes fluttering as his hips bucked forward. “Fuck, fuck , Logan, oh my fucking fuck-”
Without breaking eye contact Logan pressed his fist firmly against Wade’s thigh, flicking his hand until his claws were buried several inches into Wade’s leg.
“Shut. The fuck. Up.” Logan punctuated his words with small kitten licks over Wade’s slit, making Wade’s knees start to wobble worryingly.
“Baby you know that’s not going to work,” Wade crooned even as he fisted a hand in Logan’s hair. “Besides, I saw your face when I called you a slut, you loved it. Fuck, you’re my slut, you’re going to be so good for me, I know it.”
Logan was planning on snapping at Wade to shut up again but the intentions got lost as Wade directed his head down until he was sucking as much of Wade’s dick into his mouth as he could fit. Once he wrapped his mouth firmly around Wade he was pretty much lost to the rhythm of it, needing his entire brain to focus on doing a good job in addition to timing his breathing so that he could occasionally get some oxygen to his starving lungs.
He didn’t technically need the air, but Logan didn’t want to actually pass out on Wade’s dick so he did his best to get the occasional breath here and there.
“Baby, you’ve been killing me,” Wade was still mumbling, trailing his fingers across Logan’s cheek. “New rule: nobody sees those pretty tits of yours but me, okay?” He cocked his head. “Actually, I should go back and make sure that Middle Management with the pervy vibe is dead, he got to see you like that and that’s now illegal.”
Logan trailed his teeth along Wade’s shaft a little harder than usual, dragging Wade’s attention back to himself as he pulled off. “Do you want to go kill someone or do you want me to keep sucking you off?” he rasped, his voice even rougher than usual. “Can’t do both.”
He could practically hear Wade doing the calculations in his head. Instead of waiting for Wade to figure out what he wanted Logan just dove back in, licking and sucking at the head of Wade’s dick until Wade was holding onto the wall with both hands to keep from falling over.
“Want to see your tits, babe,” Wade groaned, using one hand to tug at the collar of the shirt that Logan had pulled on roughly. “Can I come on them? I wanna paint ‘em white.”
Logan couldn't really answer but he figured that with the way he'd started scrambling with the front of his shirt, Wade would understand that the message was received.
He managed to bare his chest a few seconds before Wade started to come and he caught the first couple spurts with his tongue before leaning back so that Wade could see his chest. Wade groaned and did just what he said that he wanted to, coming all over Logan's chest and leaving thick stripes of white dripping from the thatch of hair on his chest. They were both panting like they'd run a marathon and Wade practically collapsed back against the wall, Logan slumping forward to press his head to Wade's hip bone.
“Fuck,” Wade whimpered, blinking several times before he could make his eyes focus. “That was the hottest thing I've ever seen. You're the hottest thing I've ever seen.” His hand dropped to cup Logan's cheek. “So beautiful, baby.”
Logan blushed and looked away, an unfamiliar fire prickling under his skin. “Shuddup.” He unsheathed his claws a few inches, holding the sharp tips against the softer skin right below Wade's belly button. “I could gut you like a fish, if I wanted.”
Wade whimpered, hips bucking up weakly, his spent cock giving a twitch. “Fuck, that's so hot,” he groaned weakly. “I mean I'd rather you didn't do it right now but I could be convinced to try it somewhere that we couldn't be disturbed.”
Logan's skin pulsed with want as he realized what Wade was offering. He'd never been with anyone who had a healing factor comparable to his own, and he realized that with Wade he'd be able to dip into things he'd wanted to try for ages.
“You fucking asshole,” Logan grumbled as he finally pushed himself away from Wade, putting some space between their bodies. “Don't you have something more important to be doing?” He looked down at his bare chest, which was now covered in cum.
Wade chose that moment to spin them both around until he was the one who had Logan pinned against the wall. “You’re damn right, I do,” he muttered before leaning down to lick a path through his own spend where it was glistening on Logan’s nipple. He continued to nip and lick his way down Logan’s chest, chasing every pearly drop with his tongue, and Logan made a small, pained noise as Wade held him firmly by the throat. “Too rough, Wolvie?” Wade asked quietly, pausing to press a line of kisses against Logan’s throat. “I can be nice, if you want nice.”
Logan shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut. “No, I…I like it. You can be rougher.” He ignored Wade’s wide grin at the statement, giving a hard tug of Wade’s collarbone in hopes of inspiring action and not more talking.
“Well who am I to deny these tits anything?” Wade mused, leaning down to run his teeth repeatedly over Logan’s nipple and making him whimper. When he leaned back, he’d worried the tender skin so much with his teeth that it was bright red and swollen.
Instead of letting Logan get in any comments, Wade shoved his knee between Logan's thighs, positioning himself so that Logan could rut against him like a horny teenager. With his height over the shorter man, it was easy for Wade to keep Logan in place, squirming and grinding pathetically against Wade’s thigh.
“Aww, baby, look at you,” Wade cooed as he tipped Logan’s head up so that he could look Logan in the eyes as Logan’s eyes were practically crossing in pleasure. “You just want to be useful, don’t you? Well I don’t know about you but I certainly could go for a live-in boy toy, does that sound like something you’d be good at?”
Logan growled and tried to avoid eye contact but Wade wouldn’t let him, holding his jaw until Logan finally stopped struggling.
“Baby, as much as I’m down with the whole wanting to murder me vibes I do need you to verbally consent to anything more, okay? Do you genuinely want me to stop?”
The amount of time that Logan spent silently glaring at Wade had to set some kind of new record and after what felt like fifteen years of waiting, he finally pursed his lips, shaking his head slightly. “No, I don’t want you to stop.”
Wade frowned at him. “That’s not very convincing, Lolo. Are you actually going to be able to speak up if there’s something that you don’t want?” Logan’s glaring increased. “Fine, fine, so we’ll figure something out. Hey, how about nonverbals? Are you okay with that?” Wade lifted up his own forearm and tapped his other palm against it twice. “Yes is one, no is two?”
Rolling his eyes, Logan flipped him off before using that finger to poke Wade’s shoulder once.
“And if you want to stop or slow down?” Two pokes to Wade’s shoulder, and Logan used the hand to tug Wade back in close. Wade grinned. “Well that works then, honey bunches! Just, you know, let me know whenever you need a break.”
“Are you planning on getting me off at some point this century, or are you going to keep talking? Because I’m sure I can go find someone else to fuck if you’re not-” Logan gave a meep and took a sharp breath when Wade leaned his entire weight against where Logan’s cock was trapped between them. “Motherfucker, if you don’t get on with it -”
Wade gave a tug and then wrapped his hand around Logan’s length, jerking him quickly and without mercy. “I'll get on with it when I'm ready to, peaches. Right now I want to see you cry.”
True to form, Wade fisted Logan's cock even faster, the rough stimulation being too much and not enough all at the same time and Logan could only lean into Wade's hold on him and hope that Wade would take pity on him at some point.
Wade teased him until the corners of Logan's eyes were pricking, his breathing choked up as his hips chased Wade's hand on every thrust.
“So beautiful, baby,” Wade cooed, pressing kisses to Logan's forehead and cheeks. “Go ahead and come, I've got you.”
Logan did, muffling his moans by sinking his teeth into Wade's shoulder to the bone. He shook as he seemed to come and come and come, the waves of pleasure knocking him nearly senseless with the force of it. By the time he was finally finished, Wade was the only thing keeping him standing and he was wheezing into Wade's armpit.
“...fuck off,” Logan muttered, trying to push Wade away even as his legs refused to hold him up. “Get off of me.”
Wade gave him a look but did what he asked, retracting all the assistance he was providing to help Logan stay upright. Left on his own, Logan's knees quickly buckled and he would have hit the pavement if Wade hadn't been anticipating that and caught him.
“I'll let go when you're standing by yourself,” Wade countered, wrapping an arm around Logan's waist to steady him. “You can have your personal space back when you're sitting down.”
Logan grumbled under his breath but he let Wade practically carry him up several sets of stairs, only really looking around once they reached the apartment that Wade shared with Blind Al and he'd been deposited on the sofa.
Wade sat him down and then started puttering around the small, shared space, avoiding Logan's eyes and pretending that he was making tea for someone even though nobody had asked for any. By the time he finally sat down next to Logan on the couch he'd broken two mugs and Al had shooed him out of the kitchen with a broom.
“So, uh, what are the odds of you coming to your senses and remembering that you hate me?” Wade asked, turning to stare at the side of Logan's face. “Because if it's coming, it might be best to just get it out of the way now, you know, that way there's nothing lingering. How close are you to gay panic, on a scale of one to five?”
Logan grunted and punched Wade in the stomach without looking at him. “I'm not going to freak out.”
Gasping and groaning, Wade nodded his head. “Got it. I'll just wait until you're mid-panic attack before trying to help, that won't go badly at all.”
“I like men and women, fuckhead,” Logan drawled. “That's not exactly a surprise. I'm not going to freak out about it.”
“...oh.” Wade deflated next to him. “Okay, that's, that's good. Your universe must have been a lot cooler about homosexuality than ours is, because before about twenty years ago it wasn't really fun to be out and-”
Logan elbowed him. “Nope, it's only been recently that my universe came around on it too, I just stopped giving a fuck decades ago. Anyone who has a problem couldn't hurt me in any way that would last.”
With a frown, Wade slumped against his side. “Well, okay, I'll admit that I didn't see that coming. I figured you'd be all gruff and silent about it, probably angst to yourself for a while before I finally brought you around with sweet gestures that caught your heart. This isn't…I didn't have any plans for this.”
Despite himself Logan felt one corner of his mouth tick up in the faintest smile as he turned to look at Wade. “That's probably for the best, since every plan you've had so far has gone to shit.”
Wade gasped. “How dare you! I'll have you know that I just saved the multiverse, that deserves some respect.” He grabbed hold of Logan's hair and pulled hard, making the man gasp and arch his back, eyes fluttering closed. “Oh you liked that, did you?”
“Shuddup,” Logan muttered, his head dropping forward. “I will kill you.”
Rolling his eyes, Wade gave a tug on Logan's hair. “Yeah, yeah, sure you will.” Logan slumped closer to him, grunting quietly as he melted into Wade's lap, eyes fluttering closed. “Sleep, I'll make sure nobody disturbs you.”
Wade felt Logan drop off almost immediately, going lax against his body. Given Logan's previous universe, Wade could guess that it had been a very, very long time since Logan actually felt safe enough to sleep (as opposed to passing out from exhaustion) and he only shifted around a little to make sure that Logan was comfortable where he was snoozing on Wade's shoulder.