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It was finally Friday night, it had been an exhausting work week of doing whatever job they could find. The situation was dire enough that even Logan was considering public facing jobs after two weeks with no woodworking gigs.
But that was a problem for Monday. Now Wade and Logan enjoyed their well deserved rest by watching whatever was on TV, cuddling each other.
Well, Wade had Logan half on his lap, draping over him to keep his face plastered to his wolvie’s neck and get a whiff of that delicious stink. Logan tolerated it, laying over a bunch of pillows. His face was turned to the TV to appear nonchalant, yet his hands caressed from Wade’s shoulders to his nape and head, his legs firmly wrapped around Wade's middle.
To keep it simple, they were entangled with each other.
They weren't watching anything in particular today. In fact, Wade hadn't glanced at the screen once. It was near impossible to see Logan laying belly up and defenseless (from an instinctual point of view). Not to talk about the occasional purring when he got on the verge of dozing off.
Yeah, Wade wasn't planning on looking away, ever. He cherished these cuddly moments before bed too much.
The fifth time Logan purred with his eyes closed, Wade tapped his nose gently.
"Hey sweetcakes," he whispered "are you falling asleep on me? It's ok, I'd carry you to bed, bridal style and all. Just wanna know."
Logan scrunched up his nose at the touch and shook his head. The purring stopped abruptly. "M'awake... Not like you're giving me an option." He glanced at Wade and then back to the screen to avoid eye contact.
"If you say so, kitten. Thought we could have some fun before bed. Y’know, Friday fun day," Wade lowered his voice in an attempt of sexiness. "Just you and I, and-” he glanced at the TV “-Ryan Reynolds. What an ugly fucker- Anyway” He pecked Logan's jaw. "Mostly just us. In the middle of the night… Playing an adult game, like chess."
Logan actually snorted at that, rolling his eyes. "I take it back, I'm actually asleep." His lips twitched in a private little smile.
"Nooo!" Wade whined petulantly. "You can't take it back just because my jokes suck and I’m too sexy." He held Logan's chin to turn his face to him gently. "I can see you're soooo full of energy and so into me right now." Wade said, ending it like a question. Always leave a door open.
Logan opened his mouth to reply, but Wade leaned closer as if to kiss him, so he closed his eyes in preparation... But there was no kiss.
"Hey...!" Logan whispered, annoyed and pushed his hands on Wade's back until their lips touched. The little shit couldn't hold back a snicker at Logan falling on his trap. (Logan would disagree because he always wants to kiss him, but would rather die than say it).
Logan gave him a long unhurried kiss, which Wade happily returned.
"So what's your final answer, cutiepie?" He asked, left hand sneaking to squeeze Logan's pec. (Gently, like a gentleman. Gentlemanly, he reminded himself).
Logan pretended to think about it, looking away again. “Mm, dunno. I'm too tired for the games you make me play.” He mumbled. His words seemed sincere, but he also left a happy little exhale and sank comfortably into Wade's Hello Kitty pillow.
And he hadn't said no.
“The games I make you play?” Wade asked, amused. “No one makes you do anything, you're the Wolverine.” He left an exaggerated, wet kiss on the other’s cheek before leaning back slightly to now cup both his breasts intentionally.
Logan stopped looking at the TV and raised an eyebrow at Wade, which earned him a handsy squeeze of the girls.
“Don't say anything sweetheart-”
“Wasn't go-”
“-’cause I know what you're thinking: you can't fall asleep before making sweet love with me, can you?” Both thumbs swiped over Logan's nipples. “It's ok if you're sleepy, love. Just do me a quick favor and I'll make you see the stars in the morning.”
He hadn't read Logan's mind at all. He was thinking of the stupid fleece pajamas and the blackout curtains. Of snork and mimimi. But the concept of a favor intrigued him and the warm hands on him felt nice.
Sometimes he felt like conceding to his extremely doting boyfriend, despite the disgusting fluttering things Logan felt in his gut about it. It's either love or gastroenteritis, and he doesn’t get sick.
“What kind of favor?” Logan asked and waited for Wade to stop enthusiastically fondling his chest and answer the question.
Ten seconds in, Logan crossed his arms impatiently (which just made it all more appetizing) and cleared his throat.
“Oops! Honey badger, you're so distracting.” Wade forcibly stilled his hands, firm grip on those perfect, hairy boobies. “Lemme fuck your tits. You don’t even have to move, just hold ‘em like th-” He tried.
“What? No!” Logan tried to sit up, which was near impossible with how entangled they were.
“Okay! Okay, my bad. Then, please please can I have that beautiful mouth on my dick?” He petted down Logan's arms like he was a spooked horse.
Logan found it endearingly pathetic how Wade's hands fumbled and petted everywhere on him. He also knew he hadn't returned any oral affections yet, to the point that even Wade (who's so respectful and into consent) is suggesting it now. But still, he wasn't inclined to finally do it.
He couldn't find the words, but something about being on his knees and not in full control of his breathing made him queasy. And he felt extremely unsexy and lame just thinking about explaining it. He just wasn't ready.
“Not tonight, darlin’.” He said softly, uncrossing his arms to go back to petting Wade's shoulders. Something shifted in Wade's gaze, now softer, and Logan knew whatever he said now would be just gentle teasing.
“C’mon, you wouldn't give your boyfriend a blowie?” Wade pouted, swiping his thumb over Logan's lips, admiring his pretty mouth. And fantasising about it.
“No.” Logan replied, as he playfully ran his foot up Wade's back. It's difficult to play along the teasing with monosyllables but Wade has known him long enough to decipher it.
“Naw… But I eat you out all the time and you love it. You'd love this too.” Wade's thumb swiped over his bottom lip one last time before cupping the side of his face.
“Mmm, no. I like that because your mouth is on my dick, not otherwise.” He teased, grinning. His fangs stuck out of his mouth and made him look silly. A rare sight. This reminded him of a real reason to turn down Wade's suggestion. “Also, these would hurt you.” He made sure to show his teeth again.
Wade gulped at the image his brain provided, filing that under ‘hot thoughts for later’. “Ah but these are just for show, aren't they, sweetie?” His thumb was back against Logan's lips, forcing him to open his mouth slightly to trace his flat front teeth and inch closer to a fang.
Logan surprisingly let him. “Ah foouldn’t-” he tried to warn Wade around his finger but the other had already pressed the sharp point against his thumb.
“Shit, they're sharp.” He pulled his hand back to look at the fat drop of blood growing bigger until the wound closed.
Logan raised an eyebrow as if saying ‘I told you’ and leaned to lap up the blood. The first swipe cleaned the thumb but still Logan gave it a couple more kitten licks.
That caught Wade's attention and he easily reached to pierce his thumb again and take it out of Logan's mouth for him to see.
Once again, Logan lapped it up quickly, his pupils dilating. It reminded Wade of a cat eating churu (or whatever those tubes were called). How could he be an adorable kitten and an apex predator at the same time? It was unfair, especially because Wade had no way of concealing the boner he was getting.
God, he wants his dick in that mouth, needs to ease Logan into the wonderful world of blowjobs. Well, it’s just Friday night, he has two more days of research. Operation Weekend Blowie, anyone? Operation Kitten Licks?
For now, he just enjoyed the loving hand job Logan gave him as they kissed again and again, Wade’s hands roaming everywhere under Logan’s tank top.