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Several months following the whole saving-the-multiverse ordeal, Wade and Logan found themselves in an unexpected sort of domestic bliss. After some inappropriate meddling by Blind Al, they’d finally fucked out their feelings, and now spent their time canoodling instead of tearing each other to pieces.
It was pretty damn great, but Wade could tell that Logan still wasn't as vulnerable with him as he could be. And that was okay, really; Wade didn’t expect the sourpuss to open up completely this early in their relationship. Gosh, he was in a relationship with the fucking Wolverine.
“I’m so lucky,” Wade sighed happily, squeezing Logan’s fingers. They were sitting next to each other on the couch watching The Price is Right, Blind Al and Dogpool asleep at the other end. Logan gave him a soft smile in return, squeezing back. “I think it’s ice cream time. You in, babygirl?”
Wade watched with curiosity as a flush crept up Logan’s neck. “Sure.”
Filing that away for later, Wade made his way to the freezer. “Vanilla or mint chip?”
Wade had a hunch, and he decided a little science experiment would prove it. They’d just gotten back from a spot of vigilantism, and he was feeling particularly grimy. “You wanna shower together or separately, Princess?”
Logan visibly swallowed, that familiar flush returning. “Uh, you go ahead, Bub. I’m gonna eat those Chinese leftovers from last night.”
“Suit yourself, Buttercup.” Logan was red all over. Was Wade supposed to write down his findings for it to count as science? Maybe he’d buy a diary and write it in glittery gel pen.
Logan was making pancakes, clad in polka dot pajama pants and Wade’s Spider-Man apron. Wade snuck up behind him and wrapped his arms around Logan’s middle, pressing his nose into the soft hair at the nape of Logan’s neck.
“You’d make such a pretty housewife, gorgeous,” said Wade in his most seductive voice, rubbing his hips against Logan’s ass for good measure.
“Fuck,” Logan muttered, dropping the spatula he was using to flip pancakes. Wade could actually feel the heat radiating off Logan’s neck. “I’m trying to cook here.”
“Sorry, sweetums, you know I get worked up when you’re shirtless.”
“No getting nasty in the public areas!” shouted Blind Al from the living room. “Y’all think you’re so slick.”
“She’s onto me,” said Wade, giving Logan’s ass a squeeze before retreating to the kitchen table.
There was only one place left for Wade to test his theory—the bedroom. Luckily for him, he was currently balls-deep in Logan’s ass, doing it doggy-style on their queen mattress.
“Shit, that’s good,” Logan growled, shoving backwards to meet Wade’s every thrust. “Touch me, Wade, I’m so close.”
“That’s it, babygirl,” Wade cooed, petting Logan’s flank with one hand as he reached down to fist his cock with the other. Logan was already pretty red from exertion, but his hips stuttered at the pet name. “Come for me, kitten.”
That one was a bit of a gamble, but it seemed to work; Logan shot off like a rocket, coming in thick ropes all over Wade’s hand and the bedsheets. Wade wasn’t far behind, using Logan’s now-pliant body to chase his release.
After, when Logan was the little spoon, Wade decided to let him in on his plan. “So I’ve noticed something.”
“Hmm?” Logan sounded on the verge of passing out.
“You seem to like it when I call you feminine pet names.”
Logan tensed. “Maybe. What are you getting at?”
“Can we have this conversation face-to-face?”
Logan flipped over, face pink. “I didn’t know we were having a conversation.”
“We are now, Pookie,” said Wade, nuzzling his nose against Logan’s. “What I’m getting at is that I sense some… potential. For spicing things up.”
Logan’s eyes narrowed minutely. “What’s there to spice up? Are you not satisfied with our sex life, Bub?”
“Oh, believe me, you are more than satisfying. But what if we could be having even more fun than we are now? If you’re not into it that’s totally fine, but I think you will be.”
“What are you thinking?”
“You… in lingerie. Something super girly. Maybe even a touch of makeup, if you’re feeling up to it. Me calling you things like Princess and beautiful while we fuck like rabbits. Does that get you all hot and bothered?”
Logan was quiet for a while, his face unreadable. Eventually he whispered, “Okay.”
“Really?” Wade grinned. “Do you wanna go somewhere to try on lingerie, or would you rather I just buy you something off of Amazon?”
“I’d… I’d like to try some on, if you know of a reputable store,” said Logan softly.
“God I love you,” said Wade. Logan’s eyes widened. “Shit, was that my first time saying that out loud? Well, it’s true, sweetcheeks. You make me happy.”
Logan smiled, resting his forehead against Wade’s. “I love you too, darlin’.”
If Wade was being honest, none of the sex shops he’d ever frequented were what he’d call “reputable.” They were seedy, gross little hole-in-the-wall places where he was pretty sure at least half the merchandise had been used at one point or another. He needed to find a modern, queer-owned store where he and Logan could shop in peace and confidence.
I have a gay question, he typed into his group text with Yukio and Ellie.
Hi Wade! Yukio responded immediately.
Hi Yukio. Where do y’all shop for… y’know, adult stuff?
are you serious rn replied Ellie.
Very serious, said Wade. I wanna buy Logie a present.
you 2 are like my dads, that’s gross said Ellie.
Don’t be rude, Ellie, said Yukio. Are you looking for something in particular, Wade?
I need a sex shop that’s woke and hip and not full of creepy old men.
Ooh, I know just the place!
It turned out that the place Yukio recommended was exactly what Wade was looking for: clean, well-lit, and staffed by one gender non-conforming young person without a single judgmental bone in their body.
“What can I help you with today?” asked said young person, whose hand-written name tag read Willow, they/she.
“Well, my boyfriend here is interested in trying on some lingerie. Got anything Wolverine-sized?” Wade gestured to Logan, who was pretending to examine a display full of cock-shaped novelty items.
“Oh, absolutely!” said Willow with no small amount of enthusiasm. “Right this way.” They led Wade and Logan over to an expansive and surprisingly gender-neutral lingerie section. “We carry everything in a range from extra small to 6X, and our supplier can do custom work as well. Would you like help picking things out or shall I leave you two to browse?”
“I think we’re good, thanks,” said Logan, eyes roaming over the racks of lace and silk.
“Alrighty, the dressing room is over there. Holler if you need anything!” Willow floated away, leaving the two of them alone in the otherwise empty store.
“Have at it, Pumpkin,” said Wade, flicking through a rack of red and black one-pieces. “Ooh, you could match the Deadpool aesthetic.”
Logan ignored him, combing through the racks and depositing item after item on his arm. “Should’ve gotten a basket.”
“I didn’t know you’d be so into this. Have you worn lingerie before?”
“Ran with a cabaret troupe way back. Kinda forgot how much I loved it.”
“No way,” Wade gasped, eyes twinkling. “Wolverine backstory unlocked!”
Logan gave a small smile. “I’m gonna try these on. You wanna see, or would you rather be surprised later?”
“Ooh you tempt me so, Peanut. I think I’ll choose option B.”
Logan winked before heading to the changing room. Wade busied himself by perusing the rest of the store, particularly enjoying the section full of monster and alien-shaped dongs. He was contemplating a giant tentacle dick when Logan rejoined him, a store bag in his arms.
“Did you already check out? Nice. Look, Logie, this tentacle can shoot lube up your ass.”
“I can shoot up your ass, too,” said Logan, leaning in close.
Wade shivered. “Careful, babycakes. I don’t think Willow would approve if I took you right here next to the monster cocks.”
“Put that thing back, then, and let’s get out of here.”
Logan insisted on stopping at a CVS for some cheap drugstore makeup, so by the time they got home Wade was straining in his boxers.
“Come to beeed,” Wade whined, tugging on Logan’s flannel shirt as he examined his face in the bathroom mirror.
“You’re the one who wanted me to get all dolled up,” said Logan, setting his bounty on the counter. “Go get a few wanks in, take the edge off.”
“Ugh, fine,” said Wade, kissing Logan’s scruffy cheek. “Promise me you’ll leave the mutton chops, though.”
“Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning on shaving today.”
“Ooh, a bit of genderfuckery, I like it. Okay, I’ll leave you alone. For now.”
Wade reclined in their bed, pulling down his sweatpants and stroking himself lazily. Ever since he’d started fucking Logan, masturbation had lost its appeal. Cranking his own hog just couldn’t compare to the feeling of Logan’s tight ass or wet mouth around him. He even let Logan fuck him sometimes, even though it wasn’t his favorite, and Logan was always so gentle with him. He made Wade feel loved, cared for, in a way he hadn’t since Vanessa left him.
Wade’s erection was flagging, losing interest in the feeling of his own dry, scarred hand. That is, until Logan strutted into the room wearing makeup and a fluffy pink robe.
“Hot damn,” Wade whistled. “You look so pretty, babydoll.”
Logan fluttered heavily mascaraed eyelashes at him. His eyelids were covered in a gorgeous golden shimmer, with a subtle but impressive black winged eyeliner. His cheeks were blushed a rosy pink and his lips wore a deep, blood-red lipstick. “Wait ‘til you see what I’ve got on under this robe, papi. ”
Logan began a striptease, swaying his hips to unheard music as he slowly undid the bow of his robe and pulled it through the belt loops. He slipped the robe from one muscled shoulder, then another, inching closer to the bed. Wade felt his heart beat frantically in both his chest and his dick as he awaited the final reveal.
Agonizingly slowly, Logan pulled open the front of his robe, unwrapping himself like a present. Wade’s mouth watered as Logan was unveiled: he wore a sheer yellow corset that hugged his torso just right, ribbons at the top brushing against his nipples. Baby blue silk panties just barely concealed his massive hard-on, a wet spot at the tip. A matching blue garter belt held up black fishnet stockings that hugged his hairy legs. The look was topped off with a pair of red kitten heels that Wade felt a sudden urge to lick.
“Ho-lee shit , Peanut,” Wade whispered, eyes raking over Logan’s body. “You’ve really outdone yourself. And where did those shoes come from? Don’t tell me they were already in your closet.”
“A lady doesn’t share her secrets,” said Logan, tapping Wade’s gaping mouth shut with one finger. “You gonna keep staring, or are you gonna do something about it, Bub?”
Wade pulled Logan on top of him on the bed and into a fierce kiss. Lipstick smeared everywhere as their lips slid together, tongues dancing and teeth clashing. Wade hooked a leg around Logan’s hips and flipped them over, pinning Logan’s wrists to the mattress. Logan’s eyes were dark with want as he panted, squirming minutely against Wade’s hold.
“I don’t know what to do to you first, Cupcake,” said Wade, kicking his sweatpants the rest of the way off and nudging his cock against the one straining in Logan’s panties. “The lipstick almost looks like blood around your mouth. Isn’t that a pretty sight?”
“I can make your cock pretty, too,” said Logan, running his tongue along the underside of his teeth for emphasis.
“Are you implying that you wanna bite it off? You kinky little minx.” Wade released his hold on Logan’s wrists and got up off the bed. Logan stood up as well and then pushed Wade back down, pulling him to sit at the edge of the bed with his legs spread wide. Logan got on his knees and wasted no time in sucking Wade’s cock into his mouth, looking up at him through dark lashes. “Fuck that feels good. Please don’t actually bite me there, Princess.”
Logan chuckled, grazing his teeth lightly along Wade’s length just enough to make him shiver. He sucked hard at the tip, tongue flicking against the slit as he worked the shaft with his left hand and Wade’s balls with the right. “I want your cum in my beard,” said Logan gruffly. “Want it all over me.”
“Can do, babygirl,” Wade sighed happily, stroking Logan’s hair. “Blind Al and Mary Puppins are having a sleepover with Laura, so we’ve got all night.” Logan doubled down on Wade’s cock, sucking him into the back of his throat until he was gagging on it. “You can do it, sweetheart. Just relax.” Logan backed off a little before trying again, this time with success. He sucked hard, bobbing his head with single-minded focus. Wade let himself feel it, enjoying Logan’s growls of determination. “I’m getting close, honeybear. Just a little more.”
Logan pulled off with a pop, switching back to manual stimulation. He didn’t need to say anything to put Wade over the edge; instead he maintained eye contact while rubbing his tongue obscenely against the tip of Wade’s cock. Wade came with a drawn-out groan, spilling thick ropes of cum over the entire lower half of Logan’s face. Logan’s eyes closed briefly as he licked his lips. “Thank you, Daddy,” he said hoarsely.
“Debauchery looks good on you, Wolvie,” said Wade with a grin. “C’mere.”
Logan climbed back onto the bed for another kiss, this time even messier than before. Wade massaged some of his cum into Logan’s beard as they kissed, and Logan moaned. “Wish you could leave bruises all over me,” said Logan, tugging on Wade’s sensitive cock. “I guess your cum will have to do.”
“Do you wanna come, babygirl?” Wade asked, squeezing Logan’s clothed erection.
“Not yet,” Logan hissed. “Want you to make me beg for it.”
“Mmm, I have an idea,” said Wade, pulling Logan down and rearranging them so that they were on their sides with Logan as the little spoon. Wade shoved his cock, once again rock hard, between Logan’s meaty thighs. “Fuck, why haven’t we tried this before?”
“I wasn’t wearing silky panties before,” said Logan with a grin in his voice, squeezing his legs together as Wade began to frot between them. Every thrust nudged against Logan’s balls, and the soft fabric of Logan’s underwear felt incredible on Wade’s cock. Wade bit down on the juncture between Logan’s neck and shoulder, using the hand that wasn’t pinned underneath them to pinch at Logan’s nipples.
“Tell me about your cabaret days,” said Wade, hand ghosting down Logan’s front until he reached the gap between the corset and the garter belt.
“Things were—nngh—things were freer, back before World War II. You ever seen Cabaret?”
“With Liza Minelli? Hell yeah,” said Wade, fucking Logan’s thighs with a steady rhythm as he teased him with featherlight touches.
“It was kinda like that,” said Logan, squirming from Wade’s fingers. “We sang, we danced, we—fffucked each other silly. It was a lot of fun. Fuck, touch me—just a little bit.”
“I seem to recall you wanting to beg, girliepop,” said Wade against Logan’s ear, speeding up his thrusts. “You didn’t even say please. Besides, I’m just getting started.”
They both groaned as Wade sought his second release of the night. It wasn’t his favorite position, but the silk and the way Logan reached back to grip his flank spurred him on until Wade was spilling all over the inside of Logan’s garter belt. Logan flopped over onto his front, pulling his legs up so his ass was on display.
“You gonna fuck me or what?”
“Give it time, babydoll,” said Wade, running his fingers over the holes in Logan’s fishnets. “You know, I bet you’d make a great Frank ‘N’ Furter.”
“The hell is that?”
Wade gave the most dramatic gasp he could muster. “Are you telling me Rocky Horror isn’t a thing where you come from? Oh, it’s a queer cult classic. Forget all this fucking business, we’re watching it right now.” Logan turned his head with a deadly glare. “I’m kidding, Peanut! Sheesh, someone’s on edge. Actually, while I have you in this position…” Wade squeezed one of Logan’s ass cheeks before delivering unto him a firm smack .
“Fuck!” Logan jumped. “Warn a guy next time.”
“This was your warning,” said Wade, squeezing again before bringing his hand down a second time. “Come on, don’t tell me the mighty Wolverine can’t handle a little spanking.”
“I’m just—ah!—not—fuck!—used to it,” said Logan between slaps.
“You’re two hundred fucking years old with an ass I could bounce dimes off, and you’re saying nobody’s ever spanked that thang? Do you not like it?”
“I didn’t tell you to fucking stop,” Logan groaned, hips grinding in the air like he was chasing friction.
“Ooh, he does like it,” said Wade with glee, continuing his rapid assault. “Can I slap your balls?”
“Uh.” Logan paused in his gyrating. “I don’t know. I guess? Sure, go for it.”
“This is either gonna make you jizz or hurt like a bitch,” said Wade, winding up. “Three… two… one…” SMACK.
“FUCK!” Logan curled in on himself. “Son of a fucking nutsack-eating bitch.”
“Ooh, I liked that one,” said Wade, rubbing a soothing hand down Logan’s back. “Sorry, Pookie, I did warn you.”
“Will you just,” Logan started, panting, “Stop fucking around and fuck me already?”
“Okay, fair, I think I’ve teased you enough,” said Wade, pulling down Logan’s panties just enough to expose his hairy ass. Wade slid off the bed to rummage around in their nightstand until he found the Sliquid Sassy TM before returning to prep Logan’s ass.
Logan hissed as one lubed finger entered him. “Why’s it always so cold?”
“Dunno. Remind me to Google it later.” Wade slowly worked his finger inside Logan before adding another.
Logan pushed back against him eagerly. “Kinda want you to fist me.”
“Next time, babygirl,” said Wade as he added a third finger. “I’m too impatient for that right now.”
“Me too,” Logan growled, sending waves of heat down Wade’s gut. “I’m ready.”
Wade pulled his fingers out gently and lubed up his cock before lining himself up. He teased the head of his cock against Logan’s hole for a moment before pushing inside, groaning at the fit. “Fuck, Princess, your pussy’s so tight for me. Can I call it a pussy?”
“I don’t give a shit,” said Logan, bearing down. “Just move.”
Wade did as instructed, slowly pulling out and then slamming back in. He gripped Logan’s hips as he built up a punishing pace. “You take it so good, baby.”
“God, yes,” Logan moaned, clutching the bedsheets as he matched Wade’s thrusts. “Give it to me, Daddy.”
“Fuck that’s hot,” Wade panted. “I’m not gonna last long. Not that I can’t stay hard for you, Buttercup.”
“Go on, then,” said Logan, “Fill me up, and then you can flip me over and come all over my pretty corset.”
“Yesss,” Wade hissed, speeding up before he came deep inside Logan’s ass. He pulled out temporarily so he could flip Logan over onto his back. Logan looked completely wrecked, eyes blown wide and skin flushed red all over. “You look good, Logie. How ya feeling, sweetcheeks?”
Logan answered by pulling Wade down into a kiss, biting at Wade’s lower lip and soothing it with his tongue. They both moaned into each other’s mouths as Wade fucked back into Logan, Wade’s cum making an obscene squelching sound. Logan wrapped his legs around Wade’s hips to pull him in deeper, and Wade could feel Logan’s straining, trapped erection against his abdomen with every thrust.
“Touch me, please, Wade,” Logan asked, soft and vulnerable. Wade obliged, slipping the front of Logan’s panties down over his cock. He took Logan in hand but didn’t move, and Logan whined. “Fucking hell!”
“Gonna come all over you, just like you wanted,” said Wade, pulling out and grabbing his dick with his free hand. He held Logan steady while he jerked himself off, watching with glee as Logan bit his own lip in anticipation. “You’re so pretty, Logan. You’ve been such a good girl for me.” Logan’s cock dribbled precum over Wade’s hand as Wade came, shooting all over Logan’s torso.
“Please,” Logan whispered, his hips twitching as his hands gripped Wade’s thighs.
“Please what?” Wade teased, still not moving his hand.
“Please let me come, Daddy,” said Logan, starting to look just as annoyed as he was turned on.
“That’s better,” Wade cooed as he started to move. Logan sighed as Wade’s hand caressed his shaft, squeezing on the uptick just the way he liked.
“Oh fuck,” said Logan, his stomach contracting as his wave started to crest. Wade squeezed the base of Logan’s cock to stop him. “Mother fucker !”
Wade tried not to giggle and failed. “Sorry, Peanut, I just don’t know if saying ‘please’ once really counts as begging.”
“I’m gonna fucking kill you,” said Logan through gritted teeth, lifting up his fist.
“Hey, this is not that kind of fic,” said Wade, resuming his ministrations on Logan’s cock. “Keep the claws away, kitten. It’s just a little edging, you’ll be fine.”
Logan exhaled hard, pulling Wade down into another kiss. Just like last time, Wade waited until Logan was about to explode before cutting him off again. Logan growled .
“Let. Me. Fucking. Come , goddammit!”
“I was kinda hoping you’d become a mewling, whimpering mess, but I guess I should’ve known you’d be a little ball of rage instead,” said Wade. “Okay, I’m done teasing, promise. Come for me, babygirl.”
It only took a few strokes before Logan was coming… and coming… and coming. It was everywhere. “Thank you,” Logan sighed, eyes closed.
“You did so good, Peanut,” said Wade, patting Logan’s hip. “Can we get cleaned up before you pass out?”
“Ugh,” Logan grunted. “Just let me lay here for like five minutes.”
“You and I both know that’s a bad idea,” said Wade, tugging on Logan’s arms. “C’mon, get your adamantium ass up.”
Wade somehow managed to drag Logan into the bathroom and get his clothes off before shoving them both into the shower. Logan was like a ragdoll as Wade scrubbed him clean.
“Makeup’s not gonna come off in the shower,” Logan grumbled as Wade gently swiped at his face with a washcloth. “Got special stuff for that.”
Once all the cum had been washed away, Wade toweled them both off and got them into pajama pants. He deposited Logan on the couch and then gathered up the bedding and Logan’s lingerie.
“Is this stuff machine washable?” Wade called out. Logan was already asleep. “Guess we’ll find out.” Once everything was on the delicate cycle, Wade perched himself on top of Logan and got to work with a bottle of micellar water and some cotton rounds. “Everyone knows not to fall asleep with makeup on, Peanut,” he whispered fondly as he swiped at Logan’s eyelids. Logan snored softly.
Wade and Logan were awoken by the sound of Blind Al shouting, “What the shit is this? A fishnet stocking? You nasty motherfuckers.”
“Morning, Althea,” Logan groaned. “Those should probably be air dried.”
“Finish your own damn laundry,” said Al, slamming the door of the washing machine.
Wade and Logan shared a smile. “You hungry, babe?” Wade asked. “I’ll make pancakes.”