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Wade always kept a backup plan for himself if things didn’t work out…
He still missed Vanessa everyday, and he was certain it would never change. She had made it clear to him that for the time being, they were not together, until he got his act cleaned up.
Hearing that she was talking to someone else months later felt worse than any pain he had taken, which was saying a lot. He tried to act happy about it and deep down, maybe there was some part of him that was happy for her, but all at once, those words were a threat that he would lose her forever to this other man..
Going out of his way to find himself a greater purpose and being a hero he was never meant to be, he met James, or rather, Wolverine taken from another timeline. It was just his luck that he had found himself the said ‘Worst Logan.’
They had many hiccups in the beginning too, furthering Deadpool’s belief of the things said about this Wolverine he managed to drag in the front door. The two fought on a mental and physical level, quips exchanged, knives and bullets flying and making way into vitals that would kill any normal human. It was a good thing these two were very much not normal in every way possible.
In the end, they managed to save Wade’s timeline through the magic of friendship, sexual tension and going Karen mode to Paradox’s boss after regenerating their wounds from the time ripper. How everything worked out, Logan was now living with Wade and blind Al, and it was going great!
The first time they had their celebratory hangout with all their friends, it was with Wade sitting right beside Logan, Wade holding Mary Puppins in his hands. Vanessa was sat on the other side of Wade, and like the idiot he was, the kind of guy to not think very hard about social cues, he didn’t think anything weird of holding his little puppy until Logan leaned over to him and whispered, “Give me the fucking dog. Talk to the girl.” Quickly, he handed her over, because if Logan told him something, he would see it through, unless it was being told to shut up.
With that, he turned unceremoniously to Vanessa, saying hi with a bit of nervousness.
“You’ve been busy.” She takes notice fast, like she always does. It’s because she can see through him, see all his real thoughts and intentions behind that facade he kept up like a strict rule.
“I did it for you.” He says suddenly. “Even if you don’t want me, I did it for you.” She gave a smile, one that Wade couldn’t tell whether or not it was genuine. Not much was said beyond that, which made him realize that it was probably not a good idea to have been spoken. He leans back a little, a smile reappearing on his face despite knowing his mistake. He didn’t want to be in a low mood right now. Couldn’t manage that headache after this week.
The night went by with chipper talk, food and drinks, but like everything, it was coming to a close slowly as his friends slowly left one by one. He took notice of the non planned intervals, one leaving and then thirty minutes, someone else. Another ten or twenty and someone else had to call it a night. He didn’t mean to notice the small pointless things, and yet he did; because he was counting down the minutes until he would once again be alone with his own mind to keep him company. Only a few people were left after hours went by. Him and Logan of course (Althea had been the first to retreat to her room for bed), Vanessa, and Laura.
The clock read 23:07 when Wade grabbed Logan’s phone (his was just too far away!) to check on the time. Only seconds later, Laura checked her own watch and announced she should be heading home.
“I’ll walk you back.” Logan instantly offered and stood to walk his nearly-biological daughter back to her place.
“I should get going too.” Vanessa said, removing herself from the couch. Before Wade could offer up going back with her, she turned to him and said, “We need to talk. Meet me outside.” She left and Wade shot Logan a giddy little smile to which he was met with a thumbs up and a kind wink, as if to tell him he did a good job.
The three of them went out and Wade stood with Vanessa as they watched Logan and Laura fade from eyesight. Only then did Vanessa start speaking.
“Look, about what you said back there-”
“It was weird! I made it all awkward, I’m sorry.” Wade quickly apologizes.
“It’s fine, Wade.” With that he calms down for only a heartbeat until the next words come at him again. “We can’t be together again.”
“Well why not, I-”
“I’m with someone now.” Wade does everything in his power to not cringe. He tries so hard to not let his face reflexively scrunch up in disgust at what she had just said. He manages it, barely, and agony spreads in his chest.
“Oh.” He wants to ask questions, like ‘how long,’ ‘who is he,’ ‘what’s his legal name,’ ‘what’s his address?’ You know, the simple basics of getting to know someone. His mouth and brain don’t agree on the same ones and this voice decided for him. “So, you love him then.” He didn’t ask, he knew already, but she just had to confirm it.
“Yeah. I do.”
“The same guy you talked about?”
“From work.”
“Right.” He needed to just die now. “No, that’s cool. I said it once and I’ll say it again, I’m happy for you, truly.”
“Wade…”
“Do you want me to walk you back?” Like hell he wanted to go anywhere right now other than back into his apartment to make bad decisions. He would still go, even if the walk meant walking through a blizzard of emotions.
“I can manage, thank you.” She turns. “Goodbye, Wade.”
“Bye, Vanessa.” His voice is suddenly so weak against his throat as the farewell is spoken and he is forced to watch her leave. Maybe it wasn’t forever, they could still be friends like what they were now, but it may as well be the end of Wade’s life. He could visualize the metaphorical pillars that were now crashing down, the ones that held stability within his mind. It was like a horrible 9/11 type tragedy was happening within his brain.
Without this one woman he loved more than anything in the entire world, who could he be? He was no one. He had no purpose.
Inside he rummaged about for Logan’s stash of whiskey, yearning for the feeling of just getting fucked up and not remembering any of what had happened tonight. He didn’t care about the good parts if in the end he was stripped of the person that made him who he was.
He found the bottles easily in the cabinet under the sink. He took two, and attempted chugging a bottle as soon as the cork was off, but unlike Logan, he wasn’t any sort of experienced alcoholic, and he chokes on the burn in his trachea. He didn’t know how far away Laura lived, but he supposed he wasn’t expecting Logan to be back just yet. He had some time to put away a bottle and a half, but honestly, in his flash of self pity, he kinda forgot all about Logan, especially the fact that he did indeed live here now too. When the door opens, he jumps so hard even Logan who walks through notices.
“Woah, bub. It’s just me.” He says, putting his coat on. “It’s snowing even more out there now, can you believe it?” Oh, Wade could believe it. His least favorite season was just starting up, as if to mock him even further into misery.
He hated winter. He hated the way snow melted on his clothes and made him and his boots feel wet. He hated going out in five jackets, looking like the fucking blueberry girl from Willy Wonka, just so that he could contain some kind of warmth, and then even that wasn’t enough. He hated the blank emptiness of snow, the boring, simple, plain, stupid, worst colour. He hated it so much, how the white took over the green of the grass and trees, how it froze rushing water into a moment of trapped time. He hated when the sky went grey and devoid of its blues and pink gradients. He hated seeing less animals. He hated seeing less people out. God, how he hated it all. Everything about winter was a reminder of death to him. Trapped inside for eternity, because if he went out, there it would be to smack him in the face like an abusive relationship.
Wade let out a shaky breath as his world seemed to be fraying at the edges of his vision. He leans forward putting his elbows on his knees and placing his forehead on his fists. The gesture was clearly one of distress, so much so that Logan sounds worried as he speaks, asking him something he doesn’t understand.
“Mhm.” Is the safe answer he goes with. It wasn’t enough and Logan stands above him in a flash, looking down and noticing both the bottles of alcohol, one only a little more than halfway empty.
“What’s going on?” He can hear that question this time. He wants to laugh and be his usual funny self, because he just hates being a burden of emotions to everyone. And Logan? He couldn’t do that to him, but he was too out of it to be that person right now.
“I’m okay.”
“You sure as hell don’t look it.” There was no getting past him. “What happened?”
“Vanessa.” The words just slipped out before he could block them in. “She’s with someone else.”
“Oh.” Logan lowers and takes a seat beside him on the couch. “I’m sorry, bub.”
“I’m nothing now.” Usually he’d stop himself instead of venting too much, but the whiskey had him fucked up in the mind, more than he’d usually be, and turning his filter from 60% off all the way to 100%. “I have no purpose. I’m nothing without her. My life is over forever.” He started folding forwards as he spoke with his eyes closed, and Logan caught him.
“Jesus Christ. It’s not over.” Logan says, holding Wade close to him so that he wouldn’t start falling again. “You just drank nearly two bottles of my shit, so you’re gonna feel even worse than how you felt prior to drinking it.”
“Nuh uh, I’m better than I was twenty minutes ago.” Wade sniffed as tears made their way out of his eyes. He didn’t even feel like he was crying, his face felt numb, but suddenly his eyes were leaking like crazy.
“You need sleep.”
“I need-” He hiccups, one that sounds a little too close to a gag.
“You better not throw up.”
“I need Vaneshha…..” He slurs his words, trailing off into a mumble near the end of saying her name.
“C’mon.” Logan heaves Wade up, holding him under his arms and helping him slowly stumble to his room.
“Logan, I don’t want you to.”
“Don’t want me to what?”
“Don’t help me. I don’t deserve you. I put myself here.”
“Shut up.” He continues dragging him. “We’re friends. You’d do the same.”
“Yeah.” Wade hates how out of control he is right now. He can hold back emotions very well to a certain extent, but apparently drinking just takes all of his emotional restraint away from him. The worst part? He’d have to remember it all the next morning, because he doesn’t get memory gaps from alcohol like a normal human might.
Logan got him to his room, struggling at the door handle for a moment and it swings open, and the empty dark blue lighting of Wade’s room has him panicking all over again.
“No no no..” He says slowly.
“What?”
“So scary.”
“What is-” Logan couldn't finish his question, he loses grasp of the slightly taller man and he slips down, hitting the ground with a thud.
“Oh fuck. Owww.” Wade whines.
“Idiot.” Feeling a little guilty, Logan bends down to pick him up as quickly as possible.
“Don’t put me in there. It’s blue and dark inside.”
“I’ll turn on a light, give me a chance here.” Logan didn’t make a rude comment about Wade’s fear of the cold blue room, but placed him gently onto the bed and turned on the lamp on the bedside table.
“Better?”
“It works.” Wade flipped himself, spreading out like a star on the bed. Logan just stood to verify he was ok, then started to turn away to leave him. “Wait.” He looked back around to see Wade was holding up a hand for him, as if to say ‘come here.’ “Uncomfortable.”
“What do you need?”
“Undress me please.” In his current state of mind, he couldn’t think up a sexual joke about what he had just said. In fact, the implication the sentence could have didn’t even cross his mind either. Wade just needed air on his scarred skin, because he was burning up. How it could sound to someone else was not a list of his concerns.
Logan surprisingly didn’t think anything of it either. He didn’t seem disgusted or put off from Wade’s request, and came over to help him remove his sweater, his shirt, and his pants. Everything except his boxers and socks were removed. Wade was grateful, now feeling a pleasant relief from his body’s heat prison. When he opened his eyes a minute later, he still saw Logan standing there, looking softly down at him.
“Logan?” He asked with clear exhaustion in his voice, whispering it either as if he didn’t believe he was still there or as if he wanted to know why he lingered. The caretaker said nothing, only looking a few seconds longer before leaving the room.
Despite his drunken mindset, Wade felt some kind of shift. It wasn’t just a wishful thought either. No, he could feel something happen in that instance when Logan looked down at him. His eyes gentle, expression caring, but beyond that, there was some other reason he remained.
This marked the first of many occurrences that Wade started to take note of. After that night, he noticed these weird things happening more and more, now referring to these events as:
The incidents….
Incident 2.
The morning after his brief drunk episode, he laid awake, regretting it all and wondering if he should even move today. Wade was going over every reason to stay in bed, but the actual need to get up to pee was becoming too much to ignore. So he went out.
After using the bathroom, he peered around the house, not seeing Logan anywhere. Wade had slept in longer than he had meant to and it was already a little after noon. More searching around cautiously made him come across a note on the fridge door.
Out for a few hours. Althea is out for the day too. Be back around 1
-Logan
Wade took the note off of the fridge and examined the handwriting. He had never noticed how neat Logan’s writing was. His own in comparison looked like a ten month old baby was given a marker and had been expected to do something with it. He took the note, folded it carefully and put it on the counter for now.
Seeing as though he was feeling hungry, Wade started making himself some late day breakfast food while still only in his boxers. Logan would be back soon, the time being well after noon. He was slightly grateful that he slept in so late so that he wouldn’t feel alone the whole day waiting for someone to return.
Maybe he would make food for Logan too. The only problem is he wasn’t sure if he would be back soon and if the food got cold, it would be a waste. He could always text him to check. So he ran to his room to get his phone before coming back into the kitchen to text out his question.
12:43
Deadpook: r u gonna be back soon??
He sighed lightly and leaned against the counter, popping his hip out slightly. He didn’t mean to be overbearing and needy, but he really needed people to be around him right now, he thought. Otherwise he would lose it. A few minutes went by and Wade flipped the eggs he had cooking.
12:46
Wolvie❤️: I’m on my way back right now. Be there in like five.
12:46
Deadpook: kk. Want food?
12:47
Wolvie❤️: You don’t have to do all that.
That was Wade’s sign to definitely make him food now. He liked cooking, liked making little things from time to time. He wasn’t usually the one cooking for the family, that was a woman’s job (Logan’s job). Sometimes he baked cookies or cupcakes, most of the time these would come out burnt, but regardless, he liked trying.
After finishing cooking up his own eggs, he started eating them as he worked on getting Logan’s food made. Multitasking was no problem for him as he needed to be doing about twenty things at once to keep his mind bored and off of life stressors. He popped some bread into the toaster and started making more fried eggs, making sure to put on a great amount of pepper, which he knew Logan liked. Wade had watched Logan make himself a kind of sandwich some mornings, so he wanted to recreate it to the best of what he examined.
Waiting for the eggs to finish on the one side, he went to the fridge to get out the lettuce and hot sauce. Honestly, he thought the contraption that Logan made himself was weird, he wouldn’t eat it, but if that’s what he liked, he would make it in a heartbeat.
There’s a clicking noise at the front door and then it’s opening, Logan coming inside and coming around the corner to look for his friend.
“Oh.” Seeing Wade in only his tight black boxers while making food was not what he was expecting when walking in.
“I wasn’t expecting you to be here for another…” Wade looks at his phone. “Two minutes ten seconds?” He showed absolutely no shame in being caught with his pants off, especially because he had them taken off by the same man standing before him. Showing causality, he leaned up against the counter, one leg bending forward a little.
“You’re crazy.” Logan shook his head, but he couldn’t hide the nagging smirk at his lips. Wade saw it and felt proud.
“I’m making your odd little sandwich.” He says, turning back around. “If you wanna stand behind me and grab at my hips while complimenting me for the perfect little housewife I am, I wouldn’t be opposed!” Wade says in a chirpy tone. When not met with a response he gets a little worried. “What’s the matter, peanut?”
“We should talk about last night.” Logan says. Wade worried about this.
“What’s there to say?”
“I don’t know.” He knew what he wanted to say, but he was being overpowered by Wade in this situation. “Are you gonna be ok?”
“I’ll manage somehow.” How only a few words could ruin a whole day… “I wasn’t kidding though. I’m nothing much anymore.”
“Of course you are. You just need to get out more.”
“Oh, what? Like you this morning?” Wade didn’t know why he was getting angry. He sure as hell didn’t know why he was here fighting Logan like an old angry married couple. “It’s none of my business.”
“It was just a walk. That’s what it started as.” Wade waited. “But I found out about some different events.”
“Events?”
“I think it would be good to get out and clear your mind.”
“By doing what? Going to a book club or something?” Logan made a face, one that looked like he had been partially found out. “Yeah, I know the one. Vanessa suggested it.”
“I have other things on the list.”
“Do any of them include something exciting?”
“Are you into chess?”
“Fuck off!” Wade was putting together Logan’s food, and set the plate down in front of him at the table. “I need a party.” He said, sitting across from Logan and watching him eat.
“Bad idea.”
“No. Great idea. Wonderful and fantastic idea.” He looks up at the ceiling as if he were imagining it now. “Drugs, alcohol, women, loud music.” Why hadn’t he thought of such a plan sooner?
“ Horrible idea.” Logan doubles down. “C’mon, this isn’t a healthy coping mechanism.”
“Yeah, I’m not big on the healthy ways of coping, amigo.” He leaned forward, still thinking about the possibilities of putting this proposal into action. “And you can go with me.”
“Jesus Christ-”
“You can chaperone me! Make sure I don’t do anything dangerous.”
“A bar.” Logan finalizes.
“C’mon.”
“You are drinking zero alcohol.”
“You’re a horrible negotiator!” Wade says, sounding exasperated.
“You want the socialness of it, right?”
“Mostly.”
“So a safe bar is your best bet at a ‘party.’”
“Wow. I get no drugs, no alcohol, and no girls. Yep. I choose chess!”
…
At least the bar they ended up at that night had strippers, which Wade supposed wasn’t too bad, as long as he got to see tits. Logan was watchful of him as they sat down, but Wade was too busy looking around at everything, mainly the women on the mini stages. The bar was clean and had pieces of a nice dark blue stone ingrained into the white countertop.
Colourful spin lights danced around, making beams of pinks blues and yellows occasionally strobe into Wade’s eyes if he stared too long. It was loud, because it was around eight, and extremely busy on Friday nights. Wade wouldn’t mind, because the combination of noise, lights and anxiety got his mind off of Vanessa for just a moment.
“You want something to drink, bub?” Logan asked the currently sidetracked man.
“I’m allowed to?”
“Nothing alcoholic.”
“ Such a buzzkill.” Wade crosses his arms and leans forward. “What are you, my fucking dad? A sexier, less abusive and softer version of him?”
“Do I remind you of your dad?”
“No. Hardly. But I wouldn’t mind calling you da-”
“Ohhkayy.” Logan waved him off and ordered himself a beer.
“Oh, but you get a drink?”
“Drinking this won’t do much. It’s not whiskey.”
“Well then let me get the same!” The request went ignored, as expected. Wade frowned and sighed heavily enough to let Logan know he was not happy. After that was ignored as well, he crossed his arms and sighed even louder.
“I’m not gonna ask you what’s wrong.” Logan said.
“Well there’s no point of being here if I can’t have fun, that’s what’s wrong.”
“I didn’t ask.” His drink was delivered and along with it, daggers were glared into him. “You’ll live.” Logan ordered him a coke, which was like, just the meanest thing ever.
“I’m going pee.” Logan let him leave, because he didn’t think there was much he could get up to in the bathroom, but that’s where he would’ve been wrong.
He walked into the darkly lit bathroom that had graffiti everywhere and bottles littering the floors. It smelt heavily of piss, probably a bit of vomit but despite his disgust and all the filth, Wade knew he could go for a quick fuck in here. He went up to some of the people in the place, asking if they had any kind of drugs, because of course, he wasn’t actually going to use the bathroom. Lots of the men gave him weird looks, one even said, “you look like you don’t need anymore.” He felt defeated, especially after that comment, and was starting to get worried about raising Logan’s suspicions of being gone too long. Just as he turned to reunite with his friend, a man that noticed all of his attempts, stopped him.
“I don’t have anything with me.. until next week.”
“Oh?” Wade walked up to him, lowering his voice, not by much. “What do you have? Cocaine? My blind roommate takes all of mine.”
“Shut up, fucking idiot.” This guy’s not the most patient. Wade thought and crossed his arms. “Ketamine.”
“Horse tranq?” He puts up his hands. “I dunno!”
“Forget it.”
“I’ll take your number down.”
It took a bit of convincing after that on Wade’s part, since he was acting like a jumpy and unsure fool. Eventually he got the number and the guy's name, Ron, to get himself set up. And he was nervous a little, but also not, since he had drug experience anyway.
After the quick meet, he reconnected with Logan, who frowned when seeing him.
“What took so long?” He asked.
“I got offered ‘the white powder’ if you know what I’m sayin..”
“No the fuck you didnt.”
“You’re right, I didn’t.” Wade sighs dramatically and slumps down into the seat beside Logan. “God, I wish!” He notices the sad Coca Cola that had been ordered for him and takes a sip. “Now this isn’t the kind of coke I wanted,” Wade said to the wall, “but it still SLAPS.”
Logan just shook his head, knowing and used to Wade’s ‘reality TV show’ quirk he has. Ever since they’ve met, Deadpool would stare off somewhere and talk as though he were speaking to someone that wasn’t there. He did it a lot less after destroying the time ripper and saving Wade’s timeline, but occasionally he still did it here and there. He’s asked about it and Wade said something about the audience. Was it real or was it in his head? Sometimes, Logan wondered if it was just to make him laugh or it was a genuine problem he’s always had.
“Still not as hard as my dad used to slap me though.” The self-deprecating jokes start again. That was the second time tonight that Wade’s mentioned his dad too, so he must really be not feeling great, despite looking cheeky on the outside. The laugh that came from Wade was even worse, because it was genuine. His body shook with his loud energetic laugh, occasionally doing that little wheeze thing like he just had said the funniest thing all night. Maybe he did do cocaine, because it was not that funny, Logan thought with an expression of scorn on his face.
“I need to get laid. Is that allowed on my agenda tonight? Since you’re my manager, I have to ask first.” He was being cruel now. The sarcastic tone in his voice was gradually losing efforts of being a balanced jab while also staying unoffensive. Now he was being a prick on purpose, not really caring about trying to make anyone laugh as long as it made him feel a little better. “Well?”
“You’d just go around slamming any stripper’s pussy if you could, wouldn’t you?” Logan asks, also not caring about making it into a joke.
“You got me!” Wade laughs, his expression briefly softening with a smile as he turns away to hide from Logan. Strike a nerve?
“If I let you do that, you’d be right back to where you started. Falling in love with a hooker that doesn’t want you back.” He’s said mean things in the past, but now was probably the worst time to say something like that, when Wade was already so low. And Wade’s breath shudders when he lets it out, like he was holding it in after hearing what Logan said. Hearing that weakened sound made him realize he went too far. “I’m sorry.”
“That’s the truth.” Wade took a quick sip from his Coca Cola again and stood up. “All good.” He realized how uncool he looked, since he had a fucking soda and not a beer or something else, and he left out the front, no one batting an eye or realizing what he was even going through.
In that moment of walking outside and into the snowy night he realizes something that makes him feel very dizzy. The reason no one cared enough to look at him or give him any attention was because they all had their own problems. Why should other people with thoughts and feelings as complex as his care about his problems too? He wasn’t the main character and never would be. Even though he controlled himself it didn’t mean the other people around him were mindless. They were just in control of themselves like he was with himself.
That feeling made him feel sick. Often he lived a life without the thought of sonder, not realizing just how intricate the other people around him were. Everyone had their own story, and it just so happened that he had been given one of the more tragic stories to live through.
He held onto himself tightly, shivering against the wind blowing on his face. Dying could be less painful than this, surely. A tear fell down his face and almost froze as it rolled down. The vast white corrupted everything in a cold grasp and Wade wished to be saved from it before he was lost forever. The pattern of his stride slowed over a time of walking, because he didn’t know where he was even walking to and he was freezing. He wasn’t wearing hardly enough to stay warm, and if he wasn’t ‘gifted’ with his powers, the hypothermic temperatures would no doubt kill him. Wouldn’t that be a sad way to go? Being lost to the snow and your body just giving up, unable to create anymore heat?
Wade was making it back to the apartment he realized. Slowly, because they came in Logan’s truck, but muscle memory was getting him back nonetheless. He noticed the lights of a car behind him, assuming it would pass, but it didn’t. It pulled up in front of him on the road and stopped. Right now, he couldn’t process or care about its existence, so he kept slowly shuffling his feet before he was grabbed by arms.
“Hey!” He instantly yelled, pushing himself back in fear, until he saw it was only Logan. The moment he pushed himself away, he was grabbed again, and crushed into a hug against that familiar leather coat. He felt the thin sweater on his back being pulled a little bit by Logan’s fingers, hand trailing up his back to hold at the base of his neck. It makes him realize he was probably about to tip over, and he rests his chin on Logan’s shoulder as the other man does the same. Finally, his source of heat is slightly reintroduced.
“I should’ve never said that dumb shit.” Logan mutters after a moment, an apology that was harsher on himself than Wade really needed to hear. “I’m an asshole.”
“I’m cold.” Is all he says in response, which sounds just too sad, so to be funny, he adds, “I’m probably shrunk to about one inch with how freezing it is out here.”
“That’s a disturbing image.” Logan says, but doesn’t let go yet. Wade could smell the leather below him, one that he could easily learn to associate with the feeling of home.
“Get me in the car, babygirl.” Wade whispers, on the verge of falling asleep right here on Logan’s shoulder. That’s when he pulls from the hug to help Wade into his truck. Despite the sobriety Wade was unwillingly forced into, it felt a lot like the night before when he had to be helped to move his feet. It wasn’t nearly as hard, but his joints felt very sluggish. Plus, he just wanted an excuse for Logan to touch him a little longer.
Logan got in the driver's side after helping his friend in, and drove off. Wade didn’t make it too far into the trip by walking, even though it seemed like he was walking for hours with his spiraling thoughts. It was thankfully so warm in the truck, and Wade held his numbed fingers up to the heater to thaw them. He let out a small noise of satisfaction, one that probably sounded a tad sexual, and he realized this, especially when Logan’s head whipped around to look at him for a second and then turned back to the road.
“Woops.” Wade said, and giggled. “I guess it just comes naturally.”
“What does?” Wade was being a tease, but Logan could play that game as well. He reached down with one hand and grabbed Wade’s thigh. This caught him so off guard, his hands flew up to his mouth so he couldn’t make any more noises he didn’t mean to make. It then came to his realization that Logan actually was expecting an answer, due to the long drawn out silence between them.
“Being a slut.” He somehow manages to say in a quirky manner, despite feeling really shy all of a sudden at Logan’s act of dominance. What was this anyway? Just a nasty and unfair way to get Wade to shut up? Believe him, it wouldn’t be that easy.
Logan let up, giving his thigh a few gentle pats then returned to the wheel. Wade could almost imagine him saying something like, ‘ that’s what I thought,’ but he didn’t, and it drove him crazy in anticipation. He figured there would be some kind of cocky comeback, but there was only silence, and suddenly he wished for that warmth on his leg again.
Wade only noticed he was half hard when he pressed his thighs together, and he grew even more confused with himself. There was no doubt Logan was an attractive guy and sure, he had a bit of a crush on him, but wasn’t getting bricked over a light touch a little silly? Only one thing was solidified, which was he needed to have sex.
A new problem has arisen from that need. With the two small things that have happened, Logan staring at Wade last night with a tantalizing want, and the suggestive grab of his thigh, both those were more than enough to fuel his furnace of desire for the man. He already had fantasies cooking up of the things he wanted to do with Logan and it was terrifying.
Incident 3.
Maybe these things had been happening the entire time, but Wade was too blind to see it. The more he thought about it the more he discovered he might have been missing the signs the entire time. Did Logan like him? Like, actually like him? He fully expected it to take quite some time to find out completely. It wasn’t that Wade really minded, he liked a bit of slow burn, but he could be rather impatient too.
Moving forward, he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to act in front of Logan. In all honesty, it was pretty hard to act straight in front of him after he grabbed his thigh like he was about to take him to pound town in the back of that truck (and that was totally not just one of the thousands of scenarios Wade had made up).
Wade didn’t want to have to jerk off to the image of his roommate but it was next to impossible to get his face out of mind. So the night before, that’s what he did. Tried to get Logan pushed out of his head, but when all attempts failed, he couldn’t just stop himself from cumming. He felt guilty, but it couldn’t be helped. It wasn’t Wade’s fault that Logan’s face was just so cute.
And it was then that he was sure he somehow had every detail of his face memorized. It wasn’t until his imagination started playing that he realized how much of Logan he had stored away. For what? Maybe for this reason.
The softness in Logan’s eyes whenever he found something funny, crows feet forming at the corners. The way his hair parted into two dumb cat ear like waves. His canines showing when his mouth parts. Wade would take his hands and ruffle his face like a dog if he could. That might end in adamantium through his skull but fuck it, it would be so worth it.
There was fear inside of him when leaving his room the next morning. As if Logan were Professor X about to read his damn mind, Wade avoided eye contact like his secret was about to get spilt.
“Have a good night?” Logan asked from the table, currently scrolling mindlessly through his phone. Wade would always mention it, how he was shocked that someone as old as the Wolverine would know how to use a smartphone. He served during the Civil War, there was no reason he should be using an Android.
“Gave me good jerk material.” Wade regretted it as soon as he said it, hoping that it would be written off as a joke in Logan’s head. It was a joke, but it was also true.
“Freak.” There wasn’t anything that implied he knew it was the truth, but he was a bit too expressionless to really read. “Snow has gotten worse.” He pointed outside to the blizzard that was occurring. The sun reflected off it which made it one big flashbang of light. Wade frowned and considered staying in his bed all day to pass the time. “Wanna watch a movie?”
The rest of the day, both of them spent watching movies. After the first one, they put on another, took a break to make food, then watched another. By the time they made it to their fourth movie, it was getting a bit late. Even if a movie was boring, they kept it on and talked through it, so it wasn’t really them watching every one they put on.
Logan liked horror and Wade liked comedy (go figure), but they watched some thrillers and psychological movies too, ones that would end with Wade going, “what just happened,” and Logan only rolling his eyes with a smile. After a few movies, Wade found other things to do when sitting with Logan, like knitting. At one point during a boring ass movie that they thought would be better, Logan left and just started cooking them food for half of it. He did this again when he made dinner for them both, Al gone on another mysterious journey (vacation).
It was just them, late at night eating dinner and watching yet another horror movie, and it was peaceful. For what it was worth, Wade has forgotten his current horrible situation. Logan made him forget about all the pain in his life, being Vanessa and the winter, which didn’t seem like much, but it really was exhausting. They made it halfway through their film before Wade really wanted to start thanking Logan.
“Thanks.”
“Hm?” Logan turned to look at his friend with confusion on his face. “For what, bub?”
“Making me feel better.” Wade picked at the peeling skin around his nails nervously. “It’s just been shit, and these last few days you’ve helped me and made me feel not like garbage so, yeah.” He leans sideways onto Logan’s shoulder, mildly testing his theory out.
“What are friends for, Wade?” He responds and places his hand gently down on Wade’s inner thigh. That warmth. Back again. Slowly, Wade looks up at Logan, blood spreading to his face and he could only hope that the blush wasn’t visible. His heart was hammering against his ribs, currently looking for a safe place to rest his eyes. They end up falling to Logan’s lips, and of course he notices.
Logan was looking back too, the eye contact making Wade want to cower and hide his face, because it was just too much. He didn’t hide though, even when that large hand made its way up a little higher, settling itself right on top of his hip joint.
It was as though the dam had been broken after that, and to Wade’s relief it wasn’t a one sided feeling. Both moved in, closing the short distance between them by smashing their mouths together in a painful kiss. Instantly, it was filled with desperation, the two men making out with each other like this was something they had been waiting for. Logan pulls at Wade’s lip with his teeth, those iridescent canines he has been fantasizing about now gripping at his skin and sinking in to draw blood. Wade lets out a drawn out groan as the taste of his blood fills his and Logan’s mouth. He’s like a freaky vampire, Wade thinks. I love it.
His jaw goes slack, opening in the attempt to draw more air in harshly through the corners where their mouths meet. There it went again, Logan’s hand moving over his body like this was natural. This time, he cupped the front of Wade’s grey sweatpants, palming over the obvious bulge that was beginning to tent even before the kiss. Logan was mean. He definitely noticed it, since he just noticed most things. There wouldn’t be any doubt that he noticed it last night in the car either.
The movie was still projecting on in front of them, some bloody murderous scene currently playing out on the screen. They could care less, losing any sense of plot when focusing on each other.
Logan must’ve assumed Wade was really a freak and not all talk, because he was pulling his dick out of his pants without hesitation. Wade loved a forward man, and it gave him a few little ideas to store away for later.
Chilled air hit his exposed penis and he hissed a little into Logan’s mouth at the temperature change. Pulling back, they both look down at it. Wade was small, even when hard, but he was only half grateful when Logan didn’t bring up his size. He couldn’t lie, he would like to have some degrading words thrown at him for his tiny penis. Especially if his Wolverine was the one to say it.
The unfortunate thing he quickly discovered was that Logan was being quiet. Maybe eventually he would say something, but he supposed it was something that should be expected. Wade couldn’t be the one to ruin it by speaking first, so he kept his mouth shut for now.
Twisting his wrist, Logan started jerking Wade in earnest movements, starting slowly by fisting over the tip of his cock and pulling down carefully across the rest of his shaft. Wade leaned back against the couch at the sensation of it, letting out a heavy breath to let Logan know how he was feeling. There was little movement allowed, since Logan’s hand is the size of Wade’s length, but it still felt heavenly having his dick in such a warm and firm grasp.
Wade wanted to keep his eyes open to watch Logan and examine his every little movement and reaction, but he was struggling against the building pressure in his abdomen. He felt shy under Logan’s vulturous gaze. It made him feel like a cornered gazelle about to be eaten by a lion, and it was set in stone that he was the prey to be taken by this predator.
In aim to take back some power of the situation, Wade fumbled with the belt on Logan’s jeans to take him out so that he wouldn’t be the only one partially naked. When pushing up his shirt a few inches, Wade was met with a trail of hair on Logan’s stomach that dipped below his waistband, which he was always pleasantly surprised to see. Like the first time Deadpool got to get a peek down at the time ripper, when Logan’s shirt disintegrated off. It would always be a shock to him, and now he checked as if Logan shaved himself off. How terrifying a thought that was….
Wade maneuvered Logan’s cock out of his boxers, and holding penis was nothing new to him, but he felt so anxious this time around. It was the Wolverine. This was no ordinary dick that was currently in his greedy little paws, this was Wolverine’s dick. One that was earned through doing whatever the fuck he had done correctly to get this prize.
It was beautiful too. Wade had a crazy body hair kink, so seeing that Logan didn’t shave (other than keeping it neatly trimmed) made him feel over the moon with joy. Actually, it wasn’t that great, because as soon as Wade got a hand squeezed around the thick shaft, his eyes rolled back and he started cumming. Short, pathetic squirts shot from his cock and seeped into his light blue sweater he was currently wearing. He cursed himself for finishing that quickly, especially since his sweater would probably be stained with semen now.
“Oh.” Was the first thing Logan has said this far. He was expecting Wade to be able to last longer, but it wasn’t really a problem in his eyes.
“My baddd.” Wade panted heavily for a while, awaiting Logan to say some embarrassing remarks. It didn’t happen, which was disappointing. “Uh, is that all you have to say on the matter?”
“What more should I be saying?”
“Well I dunno!” Wade got onto his knees, bending himself over Logan’s lap in preparation for a blow job. “Typically there’s something to be said about a man with a small dick and being a quick shooter.”
“Right.” Logan rolled his eyes. “I’m not big on the whole dirty talk thing.”
“Yeah, I can tell!” Wade laughs a bit, licking at the tip of Logan’s reddened, aching cock. “We can work on it.” He hollows out his mouth, relaxing the back of his throat to take him as deep as he could on the first try. Logan leans back on the couch in reaction to it, back arching slightly into Wade’s hungry mouth.
Wade was sure he had died, because this was heaven. Logan filled his throat perfectly, and even though his gag reflex was on the verge of being triggered, he ignored it, since he needed dick way more than breathing anyway. He came up and breathed steadily before pushing his mouth back down. Sometimes he flicked his tongue right over Logan’s slit, and that got a cute reaction out of him. Logan jerked and sucked air through his teeth as if he were in pain. Now Wade understood why their fights were so erotic. He made the same damn noises during battle and when fucking.
Logan grabbed the base of Wade’s neck, urging him to keep going. That alone made Wade think he could probably cum again, this time just by sucking off the man above him. He watched carefully at Logan’s stomach rising in quick succession with his breathing, mostly focusing on the hair and running his hand along it gently.
With that, Logan let out a low groan and then Wade almost jumped in surprise when he felt the cock in his mouth twitch and started pumping cum down his throat. It was shameful, but he couldn’t stop himself from moaning as the salty taste easily slid down. Logan kept a hand on the back of his head to hold him down on his dick, making sure he wouldn’t pull away and get a mess everywhere.
All too soon it was over, which was a shame. Wade could stay held down all day if it meant he got Logan shooting down his throat again and again. Pulling off, he looked at the tired man above, sprawled out, arms on the back of the couch, chest rising and falling in breath, penis still pulled out of his pants and starting to soften.
“‘Cock is one of my favorite tastes, not only that but balls small amaz-‘“
“Shut the fuck up.” Logan snapped meanly at Wade.
“I was quoting something.”
“I don’t fucking care.” He closed his eyes again, annoyed by the interruption of his afterglow. Pulled out of it rudely by the same man that had helped him achieve it. “We can’t do that again.”
“Agreed.” Wade nods. “Will never happen again, my dear ol’ friend!” He shuffles himself upright to sit back beside Logan, who was now tucking himself back into his pants. He noticed the movie still playing, another scream from a murder victim startling him slightly. Wade looked at Logan.
“What is this movie even about?”