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Logan is definitely not sulking in the corner of the living room right now.

…

Okay maybe he is.

But when your boyfriend hasn’t payed attention to you for the past three hours, you would be sulking too.

I mean, Logan is right here! Open and available and most definitely ready for attention and love!!
So why is Wade busy playing whatever fuckass video game he’s playing instead of playing with Logan?!

Just saying.

Squinting his eyes, Logan huffs out at the sounds of guns and Wade screaming- and his friends screaming if he really pays attention. Is Vanessa really playing too right now?

What an outrage.

Sighing, Logan gets up from his place on his recliner and sits next to Wade on the couch.
If he’s not gonna have Wade’s full attention on him, then at least he could get some cuddles.

Not minding the continuous screaming from Wade, Logan gently places his legs on Wade’s thighs and leans back to lay on the arm of the couch.

So good so far.

Logan definitely does not flinch when Wade yells out and nearly throws Logan off the couch. He recovers just as fast as Wade looks at him and apologizes, “shit sorry baby. Didn’t see you there.” Wade rubs Logan’s leg absentmindedly for a few seconds before yelling out “revive me you asshole!” to whoever it’s directed to and goes back to playing.

So much for wanting to cuddle.
Though Logan guesses this is better than nothing and decides to take a nap.

Maybe when he wakes up, Wade will be ready to pay attention to him.

…

What the fuck.

It’s literally 6 pm right now and Wade is still playing that shitty ass game. He’s been on it since 10 am and only took breaks to use the bathroom or to refill on snacks.

And Logan slept for two hours so there goes his plan of getting Wades attention.

Logan’s stomach grumbles and he sighs, rubbing his eyes as he sits up.
Seeing as it is dinner time, he should make dinner.

“Darling, what do you want for dinner?”

Nothing from Wade except multiple muttered curse words and button smashing.

“Wade.”
Logan says while tapping Wade’s arm.

He repeats this two more times before growling and forcibly grabbing Wade’s head to face him:

“Fucking listen to me, Wilson!”

Wade groans when his character dies and slumps out of Logan’s hold.
“What, peanut?”

The fucking audacity of this man.

“Don’t what me. Maybe if you gotten off this damn game you would’ve heard me.”

Logan gets an obnoxious eye roll.

“I’m sorry, but for real- what did you need? I have to get back to playing with the others. Oh! I’m jump leader, hell yeah!”

Growling, Logan asks what Wade wanted for dinner again. Wade takes his time answering, either thinking or too busy playing.

“uuuuh… fuck. uuh you know what- just. Hey! Ness, cover me you asshole! Shit! Fuck, just make whatever you want- Dopinder you mother fucker!!”

Logan can’t do this no more.

Ignoring whatever the fuck Wade just said, Logan decided to just get cereal because if Wade wasn’t going to answer him properly there’s no need to waste time preparing food.

After grabbing his bowl of cereal and standing at the entrance of their bedroom for a minute just glaring at Wade’s head, Logan finally shuts himself in the room and eats alone for the first time in… months actually.

Logan sulks while he eats, wishing he was enjoying dinner with Wade but no. That fuck ass idiot decided that a game was better time- he’s spending more time with their friends and they’re not even here!

The cereal turns soggy as Logan pushes it around the bowl, each clink of his spoon against the ceramic echoing in the empty room. From outside the door, Wade's excited voice carries through the walls, punctuated by bursts of laughter and the occasional "No way, dude!"

Logan's jaw tightens. He sets his bowl on the nightstand with more force than necessary, milk sloshing dangerously close to the rim. This isn't even about the stupid game anymore. It's about the fact that Wade didn't even look up when Logan walked past. Didn't notice when he stood there staring.

He flops back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling fan spinning lazy circles above him. This reminds him of when they had a late night date just staring at the stars. Now Wades idea of a date in general is just gaming.

"Oh my god, that was insane!" Wade's voice booms through the wall again, followed by what sounds like his chair rolling back. "Did you see that shot? Peter, you're absolutely cracked!"

Logan grabs his phone, thumbs hovering over the screen. He could text Wade, tell him how he feels, but... no. If Wade wants to act like he's living alone, fine. Logan can play that game too.
He opens his contacts and presses on Jean.

The cereal bowl sits forgotten on the nightstand, its contents now a sad, mushy mess – kind of like how Logan's feeling right now. The phones rings twice before Jean answers with that soothing voice of hers.

“Hello? Logan?”

Before Logan answers her a notification buzzes his phone – their friend Peter posting in their group chat about the "epic gaming session."
Logan's thumb hovers over the message before he clicks it away. He used to game with them too, back when it was just a fun thing they did sometimes, not... whatever this obsession has become.

Sighing, Logan answers Jean. And he knows she knows something wrong.
“What the matter, Logan? And what’s with all that screaming?”
Logan snickers and responds, “it’s Wade. He’s been playing some game for the past,” the clock on his phone reads 6:47 PM, “8 hours. He hasn’t payed any attention to me- he barely answered when I asked him what he wanted for dinner!”

"Last match, I swear!" Wade's voice carries through the wall, the same thing he's been saying for the past two hours.

Apparently Jean hears it because she sighs.

“I understand you, Logan-“ “you do?” Jean laughs. “Of course. Scott was the same way.”

Logan sits up from the bed and raises an eyebrow like Jean could see him.

“You may not believe it but Scott is a huge gaming guy. When the whole… thing with the other Logan happened, he escaped using games and he spent nearly everyday every hour playing.”

“Just like Wade right now..”

“Yeah. But now he’s limited himself to one hour, maybe five at most if we’re free. But before it was hard. Like you, he wouldn’t give me attention or straight answers, he wouldn’t eat actual food, or get up to shower. It was bad. Now though, it’s better- waaay better.”

Logan gets up, pacing the room while Jean talks, bare feet silent against the carpet. He hums in response and realizes that Jean was talking in past tense about Scott’s behavior.

“Wait- you keep saying ‘was’. How did he go from being obsessed to… controlled?”

A moment of silence passes before Jean clear her throat.

“We… we had a huge fight about it. It caused us to not talk for a few days, but I was getting tired of it. This may be TMI but we also hadn’t had sexual contact ever since he started gaming.”

Logan cringes and admits, “I get that. Every day went to every other day and then went to once a week..”

Jean laughs in embarrassment but continues talking. “But anyway, I basically just seduced him to keep it short. And then after that we talked about what happened and now we’re going steady.”

Logan’s jaw drops and he takes in what Jean said.

“You.. seduced him? And that stopped him from being a jerk basically?” Jean hums.
Logan stands there and thinks about it.
Jean has a point, if Logan can seduce Wade then he’ll have no choice but to pay attention to Logan. He must be sexually frustrated too and just doesn’t notice due to gaming!

The sound of Wade's gaming chair rolling back makes Logan freeze. Footsteps in the hallway. Logan's heart picks up – is Wade finally coming to check on him?
But no, the footsteps pass their bedroom door and continue to the bathroom. The door closes, and a few moments later, Logan hears the toilet flush, the sink run briefly, and then Wade's quick steps returning to his game.

Something in Logan breaks a little.

He decides then and there that he will do everything in his power to have wades attention for himself.
“Jean?” “Yes?” “You don’t have to answer but… how did you exactly… y’know..?”

Jean giggles and tells Logan all her secrets.

…

It’s now 7:50 when Logan said goodbye and thank you to Jean.
He literally took notes when Jean explained the “plan” to him. He decided to start tomorrow, seeing as Wade will get off sooner or later- unless he pulls an all nighter but he knows that Vanessa has an event for her job so she can’t miss it, and if she gets off then everybody gets off the game.

Logan gets ready for an early sleep, going to the bathroom to take a rinse and brush his teeth, stopping to look at Wade whose still playing his game in the living room, and going to the bedroom to lay down and read his book.

Another hour passes by, so it’s now 9, when Wade stumbles into the room. He seemed to
have just gotten off the game, grabbing his pj’s and getting undressed right then and there.
Usually Logan would be all over him, but tonight he’s being petty. He keeps his eyes on the pages of his book even though he’s not taking in the words.

Some part of Logan hopes Wade talks to him and they cuddle, but the other part wants to give Wade a taste of his own medicine.

Fortunately or… unfortunately, he doesn’t need to wait because Wade just lays down on the bed, gets cozy, and proceeds to give Logan a soft kiss on the cheek before wrapping his arms around Logan’s hips.

“Goodnight, peanut. I love you.”
He said softly, and fell asleep soon after.

If Logan cried silently, it’s between him and the Gods.

…

*the next morning*

Logan had woken up around 7, expecting to find Wade asleep next to him. But lo and behold, Wade wasn’t in bed. No, Wade was on the couch setting up his gaming console for what appears to be the whole day.

If Logan went back to sleep just to see if it was a dream- just don’t say nothing.

Anyway, after actually waking up and making a simple breakfast, Logan decided to wait until lunch time for his plan to be in action. So to make time pass, he decided to take in the notes Jean gave him last night.

Time to seduce Wade !
(A guide by Jean <3)

- First: make sure the moment is quiet and calm. Don’t start when he’s yelling because he’ll get annoyed rather than curious.
- Second: be sure to be careful about what you’re doing. Too much curiosity will not end well.
- Third: be sure that he is playing with friends. The outcome will be better if he forgets people can hear what’s going on. (aka he’ll get embarrassed and learn to never ignore you)
- Fourth: the ultimate tip is to wear something that will get his attention but not too much that he will be suspicious. (maybe his clothes?)
- Fifth: start with light touches, bonus points if he lets you crawl into his lap.
- Sixth: be sure to attack his sensitive spots that way he’ll be disarmed and fully pay attention to you.
- Seventh: after the plan is done, that is when you actually talk about his behavior and how it makes you feel :”)
…

Right.

Logan doesn’t remember that many steps. But we digress.

Now he’s just going to sit in his recliner and read a book. Totally normal of him.

When he sits on the chair and opens the book, he doesn’t expect Wade to say anything or even look at him. But to his surprise, Wade ends up getting up to go get a cup of coffee for him.

“Here, peanut. An apology for being loud yesterday.” He says while nervously grinning and walked back to the couch and puts on his headset.

Logan says a thank you quietly and sighs. Of course Wade wasn’t going to apologize for being a jerk. He probably wasn’t even aware of it. At least the coffee is the way he likes it and it warms his heart.
…

4 hours - and one rather annoying lunch later,
Logan stands in front of the mirror, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. His plan, as Jean had outlined, seemed both ridiculous and a little exhilarating even if he agreed to do it.

With a deep breath, he slipped out of his usual clothes and pulled a comfortable hoodie over his head. The hoodie being Wade’s favorite, seeing as it’s the hoodie Logan picked out for him when they went shopping for more clothes.
The fabric was soft against his skin, smelling faintly of Wade – a mix of their shared laundry detergent and a hint of Wade's lingering aftershave.

Now for the main event.

Logan paused as he took in the red fabric, which was bold and striking against the otherwise neutral tones of his usual attire. Red, lacy panties that were intended for Wade but the horny bastard ended up “jokingly” saying that Logan could have them.

He slipped them on, adjusting them until they sat just right. Logan let a small smirk out feeling the lace on him, it felt nice. And when he took in his reflection, damn he looked good.

Wade had to be a dumb man to deny this.

Logan couldn't help but chuckle. The juxtaposition of the casual hoodie with the daring panties was amusing, but it also gave him a confidence boost. This was more than just a change of clothes; it was a declaration of his intention to reclaim Wade's attention.

Satisfied with his appearance after adjusting the hoodie to seem like it’s covering “shorts”, Logan turned away from the mirror. He took a deep breath, feeling a mix of nerves and determination, ready to face whatever reaction he might get from Wade. Today, Logan was going to make sure he was impossible to ignore.

Step four done.
Now to make sure step one is still completed.

Wade was quiet when Logan left the living room, and it’s quiet right now besides the usual button smashing sooo… onto step two?

Honestly Logan could’ve prepared more but oh well.

He stepped up to the couch, suddenly feeling like a teenage girl trying to show off her new outfit for her boyfriend. He shook off the bad thoughts and gently sat next to Wade, relaxing to not seem out of place. His unclothed thighs and legs are already doing that.

Logan clears his throat when he sees Wade peer at his legs when he crosses one over the other, making the end of the hoodie slide up. If Logan pays attention to Wade’s headset and not his pounding heart, he can hear their friends talking- but two different conversations are happening so it’s hard to tell who’s talking, especially when Wade answers back.

But step three is done.
So good so far.

Subtly, Logan lays a hand on Wade’s bicep and drags it down until his wrist where he can feel it flex due to his fingers playing with the buttons of the controller.

‘Should be me..’ (lmaooo)

Wade pauses but continues, making Logan pout.
He sighs and continues to just stroke Wade’s arm, laying his head on his shoulder.

It’s quiet, a little eerie, but Logan relaxes into it and relishes the feeling of Wade’s warmth. A few more minutes of being soft, and Logan will amp his game.

When Jean mentioned sensitive spots, Logan immediately thought of Wade’s nape. He’s always complaining about the collars of his shirts and sometimes about Logan touching him due to the fact that his scars are more sensitive there.

So with that information, Logan leans in to leave a really really featherlike kiss. And he chuckles when Wade shivers.

Wade side-eyes him and his eyes are half-lidded, like all the touching is already setting him off. Logan feels butterflies erupt in his tummy. He decides to wrap his arms around Wade’s stomach and lean more heavily on him, still leaving gentle kisses on his nape.

Each time, Wade shivers or moves his neck a certain way to either dislodge Logan or give him more space to kiss. Logan hones in on Wade’s scent which is really aroused (spicy in a way) but also slightly irritated, and that might be because Logan is distracting him. He also catches hints of musk, which means Wade’s sweating just a tad bit. Logan takes a peek at his skin and sure enough he sees a slight shine on red scarred skin.

Good.

After his character killed and a scolding from Vanessa, Wade moves to look at Logan who just smiles innocently and lays his head on Wade’s shoulder.

Wade raises an eyebrow, his cheeks flushed. “Peanut, what are you doing? And why are you giving me your bedroom puppy eyes.”

Logan giggles- which makes Wade’s brain short-circuits, “nothing. Just wanna be with you. Can’t I do that?” He adds some pout just to emphasize his point. Wade reddens and clears his throat, paying attention to the tv again which makes Logan frown.

‘Almost got him.’

Logan fake sighs and acts like he’s leaving, but is stopped by Wade.
“You don’t have to leave, you know…” he mutters out, low enough for the others to not hear but loud enough for Logan to get the message. Logan grins and proceeds to climb onto Wade’s lap, facing him and block his view of the screen.

“Then you wouldn’t mind me sitting right here? I promise you won’t even know I’m here.”

A white lie- but with the way Logan made it sound, Wade thinks he’s going to be a good boy. And he is, but not in the next five minutes.

Logan tilts his head when Wade doesn’t answer, but then he nods and Logan sits with his ass on Wade’s thighs and arms wrapped around his shoulders. Noticing that the merc’s arms are trapped between them, Logan grabs them and moves them around his back.

“Here. That way you can play comfortably.” He says while arching his back slightly, which Wade notices but doesn’t say anything- apparently his brain is out of balance, trying to pay attention to the game but his body is saying to pay attention to Logan.

Judging by the hardness Logan feels by his right thigh.

‘Gotcha.’
Logan thinks with a smirk that he hides in Wade’s neck.

He noticed that Wade stopped playing, so he whispers in his ear- the one that didn’t have the mic, “keep playing, darling.” Wade flinches, “maybe you’ll get a prize if you win..” and then Logan bites his ear gently to seal the deal.

"woah!”
“Hello, Mr. Logan!”
“Yeah, Wade. If you win we can finally beat this damn level!”

Okay, maybe he said it a little too loud.. oh well.

Wade starts yelling at the others while Logan snickers. “Just- hold on you fuckers!” Wade then muted his mic, Logan guesses.

“Whats your plan here, honey bunches of oats? You have a lot of nerve trying to distract me from winning this championship. Not very honey of you.”

Logan scoffs and glares at Wade.

“Just trying to play my own game, bub. You never know, maybe having an end goal can have you win more than a championship.” He teases but says harshly, once again tilting his head and using his “puppy eyes”.

Logan can feel Wade’s cock twitch, the fact that he has no pants on making it more noticeable. He smirks, “Your little friend thinks it’s fun.”

Wade groans and throws his head back in exasperation. He looks to be thinking it through. When he sighs, Logan knows he’s won.

—-

When Logan came to sit next to Wade, he barely noticed Logan's presence at first, until Logan shifted closer. When Wade finally glanced over, his eyes widened slightly as he took in Logan's appearance.

Logan was wearing Wade's favorite hoodie, the one he often wore himself. It was a bit oversized on Logan's leaner frame, the sleeves hanging past his hands. But it was the combination of the hoodie with the bright red panties peeking out from underneath that caught Wade's attention when he shifted to cross his legs.

Wade wanted to mention it but got distracted when Dopinder called out to him. So he immediately turned back to the game and started talking about what to do.

Wade was in the middle of laughing about Peter’s character dying when he felt a gentle touch on his bicep, slowly moving down towards his wrist where he’s button smashing.

He pauses to subtly look at the culprit and sees a slight pout on Logan’s face. Wade’s curios as to why but he doesn’t say nothing, too busy trying to kill the fucker that kept taking his loot.

He feels Logan lay his head on his shoulder and relax, Wade suddenly feels a lot warmer than before and that helps him focus on the game. That is, if he doesn’t focus too much on the fact that Logan is still stroking his arm.

After a few minutes of just that, Wade got used to Logan being quiet and forgot he was nearly there. So when he was really focused on tag-teaming the other teams, his control slipped once a feather-like kiss was placed on his nape.

His most sensitive place.

He lets out a shiver and hears Logan chuckle, making Wade side-eye him. He takes in the soft smile and the fact that his hoodie and panties are on Logan’s body, and yep. He’s officially horny.

And he goes from soft to rock hard in the next few seconds when Logan wraps his arms around Wade’s waist and keeps kissing the same spot over and over again. And each time, Wade shivers because come on! Really? Logan’s playing that game while Wade is trying to beat this damn level- a level he has been working on for months. If he doesn’t beat this, Vanessa will be on his ass and that’s saying a lot because she rarely plays video games-

“WADE WILSON! PAY ATTENTION!”

Shit.

He died.

Wade moves to look at Logan and raises his eyebrow in confusion due to Logan’s actions and most importantly- his eyes.

“Peanut, what are you doing? And why are you giving me your bedroom puppy eyes.”
He hopes that Logan can’t hear the pure horniness yet confusion in his voice.

Logan- honest to Marvel Jesus- giggles, and Wade feels himself losing braincells. His erection is straining in his shorts and he distantly wonders how long it’s been since they last had sex.

He hones back in when Logan says, “nothing. Just wanna be with you. Can’t I do that?”
And god damn it, Wade’s weak to that cute little pout on Logan’s face.

Wade feels himself redden up and faintly feels hot. ‘Is the heater on?’ He thinks. Before he could reply and say “of course you can, you don’t need permission”, he hears gunshots and voices and realizes that the next game started so he turns back to the tv.

He then hears a sighs and feels Logan move away which takes away the comfort Wade was feeling. He quickly mutters out “You don’t have to leave, you know…” hoping that Logan understands that Wade wants him to stay.

Waiting for Peter to tell him when to land, Logan lands his self on Wade’s lap. And Wade faintly feels the lace of Logan’s panties, making him gulp.

“Then you wouldn’t mind me sitting right here? I promise you won’t even know I’m here.”

AND FUCK.
If Wade wasn’t playing this damn game, he would’ve thrown Logan to the ground and fucked him right then and there.

The breathy and slightly pouty voice that Logan uses makes his cock harden impossibly more and Wade has to hold back tears. Wade knows that it’s most likely a white lie, but damn does he sound like a good puppy.

“okay Wade, you can land here!”

‘Shit-‘
Wade nods at the same time Logan tilts his head and hopes he presses the button to jump.

Now Wade has a lap full of wolverine and through the thin material of his basketball shorts, he can feel Logan’s plump ass wrapped in the lacy fabric.

At this rate, he might crash out.

“waaaade- what are you doing??”
“Mr.Deadpool, there’s a team behind you!”

Okay fuck, gotta lock in.

Before Wade could move his arms that are trapped between them, Logan does it for him and now his arms are wrapped around Logan’s back- is he arching right now?

“Here. That way you can play comfortably.”

‘I should’ve worn my white pants.’
Wade thinks where he feels his dick twitch and leak pre-cum. And he knows Logan knows, he can feel the damn smirk he’s hiding.

Wade feels frozen, debating if he should keep playing till they win the championship or fuck it all and lead with his dick.

“Keep playing, darling.”

Wade flinches - ‘what the fuck-‘

“Maybe you’ll get a prize if you win…”
Okaaay, fuck you Logan.

Wade hears their friends, especially Vanessa tease them while Logan just laughs.

"You guys have no chill, I swear," Wade yelled over the noise, his voice getting lost amidst the laughter and the jabs from his friends. "Seriously, can we stop with the teasing for like, two seconds? I'm trying to focus here!"

"Come on, Wade," Vanessa called out, her voice laced with mirth. "You know you love the attention."

"Yeah, yeah," Wade responded with a roll of his eyes, “just- hold on you fuckers!” and with that he muted them. Though he hears Dopinder.

"Alright, alright, we're done," Dopinder chimed in, trying to stifle his own laughter. "Just hurry it up!”

With that, Wade turns slightly to Logan- who’s still very much on his lap.

“Whats your plan here, honey bunches of oats? You have a lot of nerve trying to distract me from winning this championship. Not very honey of you.”

Okay, maybe he shouldn’t have said it so irritated like that because he just ticked Logan off.

“Just trying to play my own game, bub. You never know, maybe having an end goal can have you win more than a championship.” He scoffs out and glares, his tone teasing but angrily while he uses his power of those damn puppy eyes.

Wade jr. betrays him and shows is obvious interest in what Logan is saying.

Wade knows he’s fucked when Logan smirks and points it out.

“Your little friend thinks it’s fun.”

‘FUUUUCCCK’

Wade groans and thinks it over.

One hand, he can say no and win the championship. Con is that he’ll have an angry wolvie.

On the other he can play along, win the championship and probably get the best sex ever.

Wade sighs.

Fine. He’ll let Logan win. For now.
—-

When Wade finally looks at Logan, he can see the determination in his eyes.

Logan loves that look- and he’s slightly scared.

“Fine. We’ll play. If I win the game, you have to be a good boy and have a toy in you while I continue to play”, shit. Logan didn’t think that through. “If you manage to make me lose the game, I’ll do whatever you want.”

Okay. He could work with that.
Seeing as all he wants is Wade’s attention.

Logan scowls. “Fine.”

Wade looks at him, grabbing his ass harshly.
“Ground rule is that you can do anything but mess with my hands. Trying to knock my controller out of my hold is a no no. Okay, baby?”

Logan shivers and nods, his face flushing red.

“Good boy.”
Wade then slides his hands under the hoodie and pulls at the waistband of the panties.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice your little get up." Wade asked, his tone teasing but laced with cruelness.

Logan shrugged nonchalantly, though a playful smirk played on his lips. "I thought it might have something on you," he replied, casually adjusting the hoodie's hem as if to emphasize his point.

Wade laughed, shaking his head in amusement. "I mean, you're not wrong," he admitted, eyes lingering on the exposed skin of Logan's thighs.

Logan leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Wade's cheek. "Thought I'd remind you of what you've been missing," he murmured, his voice low and inviting.

Wade's gaze softened, his attention now fully on Logan rather than the game. "Consider me reminded," he replied, his voice warm and filled with affection.

Logan’s heart pounded faster, finally having Wade’s full attention on him. But that moment was short lived when Wade suddenly grabbed his controller and turned his mic back on.

“Let’s get this show on the road, fellas.”
He said with a wink.

Logan smirked.

Two can play that game.
…

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Two can play that game.
…

When Wade started playing again, chitchatting with their friends like Logan wasn’t still on his lap, Logan was stumped on what to do.

‘Damn it.. should’ve asked Jean.’

So Logan sat there like an idiot while trying to figure out how to start. Wade didn’t mind, seemingly knowing that Logan needed to gather his thoughts, and it means that Wade will most likely win.

-

Finally done thinking about how to start- Logan decided to make his way down Wade’s body. Leaving little kisses on his neck and shoulders- some feather-like and some rather deep and borderline painful, then slowly making his way down Wade’s chest. Moving his arms out of the way to make it easier for them to both have a chance at winning, Wade lets out the breathiest of moans- disguising them as curses when he slips up.

Logan licks his way down to Wade’s knees, after a few minutes of teasing his nipples of course, and bites at Wade’s dick softly through his shorts. Humming at the pre-cum that leaked through the fabric.

Grabbing the waistband, Logan slowly pulls down Wade’s shorts; growling when Wade doesn’t cooperate with him. Wade smirks and just sits his ass down harder on the couch, his shorts getting trapped which makes Logan whine.

He tugs and tugs but Wade isn’t budging.
Logan decides to be a brat and bite Wade’s thigh as hard as he can, resulting in a loud:
“YOU BITCH!”

Logan snorts as Wade tries to explain what happened- in the game- while he continues on his journey through Wade’s shorts.

The bite on Wade’s thigh heals and Logan lets out a little whine at seeing Wade’s dick since… AGES basically. His hole clenches and unclenches but he’s determined to win this damn deal- sue him.

Wade flinched feeling at the cold air hitting his bare cock, but he hisses when he feels Logan tongue at it like a goddamn lollipop- maybe a popsicle at the way he’s leaking-
“Ah- god damn it..”

Wade is slightly losing and Logan finally getting his throat on him isn’t helping him at all.

Trying to beat the player in front of his character, Wade accidentally moans out loud when Logan started purring and running his tongue across his veins- his favorite duo ever.

Wade coughs and curses to disguise it before realizing that his character is dying. Locking in, Wade starts yelling profusely and guides not only himself but his team (and logan).

“Go right! Yeah!! Yes, like that!!”
And whatnot.

When he realizes that he’s close to coming, he relishes in the feeling of an orgasm he hasn’t felt in weeks- but right when he’s at his peak, Vanessa yells in his ear about him nearly dying.

In shock, he kicks Logan in the stomach on accident and makes him bite his dick almost clean off. Wade yells in excruciating pain, yet is somehow still able to play that fucking game.

Logan pouts at the fact that his winning chance was now… dangling off the edge. He might as well just yank it off. So he did- mostly because he kind of had to and because he wanted to be petty.

Wade continues playing, now dickless, and in a tiny bit of pain- he still feels the arousal though so that’s good?
In need of a new goal, Logan makes his way even further and smirks. Wade never said anything about anal play.
But he gets his answer when he licks Wade’s asshole. Wade yelps, mutes himself, and flicks Logan’s head, “No anal for me today, puppy!”

Logan growls, “but you have no dick, you dick!”

“Well make it work! You’re a smart puppy! Or better yet, just wait. — Yeah? Yeah I’m here sorry.”
Logan rolls his eyes hard and just mutters death threats at Wade.

How the fuck was he going to win this deal without…. Hold on.

Yes. That could work. Embarrassing but just maybe.

With a new profound determination, Logan huffs at Wade who raises an eyebrow when he gets up from the floor.
Logan sits his ass directly in front of the tv, his head barely reaching the bottom of the tv- but high enough for Wade to watch him in his peripheral vision.

Still dressed in the hoodie and panties, Logan blushes as he realizes that he’s literally going to masturbate and hope that it’s enough for Wade to break.

What the fuck has he become.

Logan clears his throat along with his mind.

He starts running his hands over his hoodie cladded chest, shivering when he felt his nipples, then tensing when he finally reached his destination.

Logan palms himself through the panties, gasping at the pleasure that is brought with it. He whimpers as he puts more pressure on his dick, glancing up at Wade and whines when he sees his expression.

His pupils are blown, his nostrils flaring, and his jaw tense. His dick is almost finished regenerating, its color a hot red- most likely from being hard while having to heal.
But Logan can’t wait to have it in him- sometimes it gains a few more inches or gets thicker. He’s drooling just thinking about it.

He moans and whines as he slithers his hand into his panties, rubbing over his hole- whimpering at the dry feeling. He’s so close to just fucking himself dry, but then a bottle of lube gets thrown near his feet.

Wade glances at him.
“Give me a good show, okay peanut?”
And smirks.

Logan scowls and grabs the lube, half in thanks and half in fuck you, coating his fore finger and middle finger after basically tearing his panties off. He hears a groan from Wade and smiles, but that smile falters when he rubs his fingers against his hole again. This time the rub is better and he slips his fingers inside.

He’s tight- like freakishly tight. It’s almost scary but he gets over it when he reaches his knuckle, whining high in his throat as he adds another finger.

Now used to the feeling after a few minutes, Logan starts setting the pace. Slow at first just to find the right angle, then slightly faster to get used to the cramp in his wrist, then faster when he starts feeling around for his prostate.
Watching Wade’s fingers move against the joysticks and buttons of the controller, Logan imagines it’s Wade’s fingers in him instead and that has him gasping for air while tipping his head back.

He’s sweating in the hoodie, red fabric is sticking to his thighs and along the floor, his fingers are barely grazing his prostate but he feels his orgasm building slowly. And he’s desperate for something- anything!

If Logan focuses, he can hear the lube squelching between his fingers and his hole which makes him moan.

…

Wade can’t believe he was so fucking stubborn.
He could be fucking his sexy hot sweaty bottom bitch of a boyfriend but he chose to play a fucking game for a goddamn championship that isn’t anything but a badge online.

Fuck him and his idiocy, honestly.

But he already agreed to the deal and his friends are going to give him crap if he backs out now- especially because they’re sooooo close to winning.

But he’s so close to killing himself or coming on himself at the sounds of Logan’s moans. And if looks just right, he can see the way Logan’s fingers piston in and out of himself, and because he’s (was) such a good boyfriend he can tell his wolvie is barley getting pleasure from his own fingers.

That’s why Wade loves fingering Logan because he hits all the right spots. But right now, he’s hitting nothing.
He curses and yells for many reasons, but mostly to block out the sounds of Logan's pretty noises.

Just a few more kills from each of them and they’ll win- hell they’ll win even if Wade gets the lowest of kills but right now he has the highest so he’s basically carrying the team. Though Peter is right behind him so-

Glancing back at Logan, Wade can see the way his body shivers, the way his legs kick, and the way his mouth drops open and pouts when he’s on the edge but not quite there.

Fuck. It’s beautiful. Logan’s beautiful.

FUCK.
DON’T DIE. DON’T DIE.

His dick hurts now that he’s thinking about it. Wade looks down and yep. His dick is back- it looks thicker actually? Well then. Fuck why is it so red? What the fuck. Oh.
He looks at Logan.
That’s why.
He’s fucking horny and he’s not doing anything about it.

Shit.
…

“UGH- fuck!”
Logan can’t reach his prostate correctly and it’s pissing him off! It’s like once he’s on the edge, his fingers slip and he’s not there anymore.

He whines and on the verge of tears when his sixth attempt doesn’t work. He sniffles and pulls his fingers out with a little yelp, getting on his hands and knees to crawl towards Wade.

He whimpers and lets his tears fall,(manipulatively and truthfully because come on now) and gives Wade his best sad puppy eyes. He’s actually hurting right now so this pleading better work.

Pawing at Wade’s hips and arms, Logan sniffles and pouts. “Wade~” he softly whines out, getting whiner and louder when Wade barely moves or acknowledges him.
Logan is actually about cry for real if the stinging in his eyes and pounding in his chest has to say anything about it.

At this point, Logan is clawing at Wade’s thighs- leaving deep red cuts. He’s so desperate but so hurt that he’s fixing to leave and call off the bet all together.

Wade still hasn’t moved, he glanced down at Logan’s red and teary face but he went back to playing the game even though his scent is now releasing negative notes. His eyebrows are pinched in the way that means he’s worried.

‘Obviously not worried enough if he’s not even asking if I’m okay.’

Logan is now sobbing openly, wondering where and when he messed up that Wade isn’t giving him love or attention, wondering when he became so weak and dependent on someone.

Using the hoodie to cover himself, shame running through his body and feeling nauseous, Logan gasps for air before slowly crouching out of Wade’s view and getting up from the floor. He lingers near the couch to catch his breath, but soon heads to the bedroom.

Maybe he’ll go stay with Laura at the school for a little bit, talk to Jean about what to do…

Too deep into his thoughts and feelings, Logan doesn’t sense the presence behind him so he flinches hard when he’s pushed against the wall next to the bedroom door.
It’s Wade.

He looks upset and is breathing hard.

“You.. stay right here. Got it?”

Logan whimpers at the harsh tone and nods. He must’ve fallen into his puppy space- no! He’s not going to be weak, he needs to stand up for himself. He thinks as he watches Wade walk away again.
…

When Wade heard the first sniffle and the feeling of nails tearing at his skin, he knew something was wrong. At first he thought it was semantics, a tactic to get him to lose. But then that searing pain in his thighs stopped and he heard gasping, his heart dropped.

He was torn between leaving the game and taking care of Logan or winning the game and possibly losing Logan.
He made up his mind when he saw Logan get up from the floor, his hands using the hoodie to cover himself up. Wade’s heart broke at the sight and he yelled Logan’s name, just like Logan did not too long ago.

God, he’s such a dick.

“Logan!!”
Nothing.

“Baby??”
Still nothing.

Logan is now trying to breathe while he stands near the couch. Wade curses and sees him stagger towards the bedroom.

He fucked up real bad.

“Okay- shit- HOLD ON GUYS.”

“What! We’re so close!”
“WADE NO-“
“Mr. Deadpool??”

“JUST SHUT UP.”
With that Wade does three long strides to Logan and pins him to the wall, tensing when he sees and feels him flinch.
He commands him to stay still and tenses his jaw at the dazed yet powerful sad look in Logan’s eyes.

Wade sighs and rubs his hands over his head. It’s times like this he wishes he had hair.

Fuck he feels like that meme.
‘Oh my god! He’s bald! He’s bald and he’s torturing people who have hair!’
Oh what the fuck.

Wade goes back to his mic and says: “I’m leaving the game.”
After many complaints- “me leaving the game shouldn’t matter! You can win the league without me! I fucked up. Bad. If I don’t fix it, I could lose Logan. And that’s worse than losing a game. So- bye.”

And with that he logged off- after saving- and unplugged the pc and tv all together.

Now time to make some amends to his boyfriend.

…
Logan actually stayed near the door and he blushed at the small proud smile of Wade.

He pouted though, he shouldn’t feel anything just because Wade is finally paying attention to him.

“Gan- Logan! Puppy? Can you hear me?”
“Huh?”
Wade chuckled sadly.

He grabbed Logan’s face gently and wiped his leftover tears away.
“I said I forfeit.”

Logan blinks. Then blinks again.
“I… win?”

Wade nods. “Technically.”

He sighs. “I’m sorry, Logan. I didn’t realize how bad I was hurting you. Not only physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. I can’t believe it took me a damn deal to realize that. And…”

Logan tuned him out after that.

He’s finally getting his apology and Wade’s voice. He’s so happy that a fresh set of tears fall out. Logan grabs Wade’s cheeks in the middle of a long sentence and kisses him with so much emotion.

Anger, sadness, pain, love, and happiness.

And Wade kisses back just the same. But the anger is directed towards himself.

Logan whines softly when they have to pull away for air, but Wade shushes him and kisses him again.

Wade leads them through the bedroom door and onto the bed. Pulling away, he pushes Logan to lay on the bed- groaning at the sight of Logan’s thighs barely covered by the hoodie.

Logan blushes and frantically goes to pull it down more, but his wrists are caught. He looks at Wade and gasps at the look of pure want in his eyes.

“None of that, baby. Tonight is going to be about you.” He stays softly as he leans down to give kisses on Logan’s thighs.

“I” kiss.
“Want” kiss.
“To” kiss.
“Worship” kiss.
“You.” A hickey that sadly fades.

Wade heads back towards Logan’s face, who’s panting hard, and kisses him again before pulling away.

“Let me make it up to you. Let me make love to you, Logan. Please?”

Logan bites his lip.
He nods, then gasps out a yes and grabs Wade by the neck.

Logan might’ve looked like a fool tonight, but that won’t matter once Wade proves himself again.

And he has all night with no distractions or disturbances to deter him from doing just that.
…

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…

Logan might’ve looked a fool tonight, but that won’t matter once Wade proves himself again.

…

Logan lets out a little huff when Wade all but gently throws him onto the bed, gasping in pure excitement when Wade grips his own shirt and tears it off of him.

Wade smirks down at Logan, loving the quivering expression on his face. He dips down and takes Logan’s hands into his, catching his lips with his own.

They both let out a shiver of want, feeling each other’s warmth. Logan tightens his grip on Wade’s hands, feeling Wade do the same with their intertwined fingers. Logan relaxes, letting his body sag into the bed and metaphorically into Wade’s control. He missed this.
He missed the feeling of Wade surrounding him, his lips on his, his tongue that’s usually demanding that is now pleading for entry, and the way their tongues move together and feels right.

Logan moans once Wade’s tongue enters his mouth, loving the way it travels around like it’s re-claiming its home. He chuckles breathlessly at Wade’s groan when Logan lifts his right leg onto the small of Wade’s back, making their hips slot together and their dicks touch feather-like.
Out of air, they pull away reluctantly.

Logan pants while Wade just stares at him, his eyes full of love with a hint of regret. Logan hums lowly and tilts his head in the way Wade always liked - “you’re like a cute little kitty!”, smiling when Wade inhales sharply.

“What’s the matter, bub? Wanna back out now?”
Logan says teasingly, a small grin on his face.

Wade blinks and grins back, voice a low hum “Never, peanut. Just thinking of how to make you lose your mind.”

Logan rumbles and releases Wade’s hands, wrapping them around Wade’s neck. “Well don’t think, just do.”

And with that, Wade just devours Logan.

Their kisses messy and wet, teeth clashing, tongues nearly bleeding from their roughness, and salvia running down Logan’s chin down to his neck. He loved it, he craved it.

Logan made sure that his nails dug dip into Wade’s back, voicing and showing his pleasure as Wade somehow deepens the kiss making Logan whine.

Feeling his dick throb and leak pre-cum, Logan painfully pulls away from their make out session and pushes Wade onto his back, which makes the man let out a small shout at the sudden movement.

“While I love kissing you- I actually need to suck you off like yesterday.” Logan states and moves to take Wade’s shorts off, only to realize that he was naked. He looked up at Wade and found him shyly smiling.

“What? No need to get dressed if I was gonna be naked again.”
Cocky bastard.

Logan rolls his eyes and looks towards Wade dick-
“Did it get thicker?”

Wade peers down at his own dick, whistling at his girth. “Looks like it. I blame you for biting it off.” Logan gasped offensively, “you’re the one that moved!” Wade tutted at him,”just shh. Are you gonna suck me off or what? At least you won’t feel me in your lungs like last time. I think you liked that though, you came so haAAARRH- shit!”

Tired of his yapping, Logan just huffed and sank down on Wade’s dick out of nowhere. He tried to grin at the noise Wade let out but he couldn’t due to the sheer thickness of Wade.

Even though he didn’t grow in length, Wade was still long enough for Logan to gag on his dick- his throat contracting at the welcomed intrusion.

With tears in his eyes, Logan pulled away and took a deep breath before going back down and swallowing Wade’s dick humming at the taste of cum that invades his palate.
Wade is moaning above him, letting out praises mixed with degradations that make Logan whine and whimper. With a certain flick of his tongue, Wade shouts and grips Logan’s hair into a fist in order to not come prematurely.
“fuck- I missed your mouth, baby.. you never lost your- shit!- skills even after nothing, huh? So fucking good for me..”

Logan shivers at Wade’s words, his hips humping the bed softly just to take some pressure off. He sucks harder, swirls his tongue around the tip when he goes up, traces a vein, lets his teeth graze at the soft skin, hums at the right moments, and purrs when Wade lifts his hips off the bed.

Each move that Logan makes results in Wade letting out the most sinful noises and words- his hips working overtime to thrust into Logan’s mouth as he feels the knot tighten in his stomach.

Tears prickle at the corner of Logan’s eyes, his jaw aching pleasantly from being used too long. And right when he was going to take a breather, Wade let out a breathy groan and thrusted his dick down Logan throat making him gag slightly and the sudden splash of cum.

Logan swallows the hefty amount of cum and purrs at the taste, his throat contracting on Wade’s tip making him wince from the added stimulation.

Wade lets out a long breath and lays his head back on the pillows, chuckling at the small slurping sounds Logan makes when he pulls away. He raises his head slightly and sees Logan’s flushed face, his eyes watery and dazed, smacking his mouth like he’s savoring Wade’s cum.
Seeing as Logan is currently stuck in a trance, Wade grins and grabs Logan by the arms and twirls them around making Logan lay on his back and Wade on top of him. Logan just lets out a small squeal and then glares at the man on top of him.

“Sorry peanut, but I gotta get this show on the road. Don’t you wanna cum too? Preferably with my cock in you?” Logan blushes and whines as Wade continues to grin while he peels off Logan’s hoodie. Once the stubborn clothing is off, Logan’s hair is all ruffled up making Wade coo and lean down to leave little pecks on his face.
Logan just whimpers happily but starts to wiggle his hips in anticipation for what’s to come.

Wade laughs and makes his way down Logan's body, leaving kisses and bite marks that fade a second later. If he lingers on Logan’s plush tits for more than three minutes, shush. You would too.

And judging by Logan’s whines, he doesn’t mind. The little whore is even pushing his chest up into Wade’s mouth which makes him smirk. Wade (reluctantly) leaves Logan’s chest alone and heads for his thighs- that are less muscle and more fat now. Wade loves how soft Logan’s body is; months of eating regularly and drinking less helped him gain more weight around his midsection and thighs. Hell, even his chest grew a size bigger.

Wade leaves more kisses, bites, and scratches on Logan’s thighs. Getting close to his cock but never actually doing anything. It frustrates Logan to his core but he’s happy with the attention he’s getting right now.

When Logan thinks he’s on the brink of insanity, he finally feels Wade put his mouth on his dick. He lets out a long moan that tethers off into a sigh when Wade sucks directly at his tip, licking at the bead of pre that was leaking.
Wade basically devours Logan- the way he sucks softly and then hard, the way he traces the veins popping out, the way he trails his tongue leaving no place untouched, and the way he lingers on Logan’s hole.

Logan shudders when he feels Wade’s tongue lap at his hole for a third time, his fingers rubbing against it but never sliding inside.

“Wade, shit- just hurry it up already!” Logan whines out in a bratty little voice, making Wade laugh around his cock. “Why the fuck are you taking for--“ he’s cut off when Wade slides in two fingers, the stretch making him gasp in a way that burns his throat.

Wade starts pumping his fingers in and out, a pace that makes Logan drool yet crave more.
“Wa—de! Where… did you get lube- from!” Logan pants and groans out, the fingers in him making him slur his words.

Wade pulls off of Logan’s cock, his head leaning on his hip bone casually. He smirks, “this ain’t lube, honey. It’s handmade. From here.” He then points to Logan’s leaking tip with his free hand.

Logan just growls, noises stuck in his throat as he flushes and throws his head back in tot he pillows. His hands clutch into the blankets as his legs spread wider, his back arching when Wade grazes his prostate.

Wade whistles at the way Logan’s body contorts, his fingers never slowing down and relentlessly aiming for that sweet spot that makes him break down.
“Just wow, Lo. You look like a delectable slut right now, baby.” Logan whines.
“I don’t know what was wrong with me. Not paying any attention to my poor baby slut, obviously you’ve been neglected. Look at your little cock- so swollen and red.”
Wade pouts out, his nails trailing down Logan’s cock, his fingers slowing down but still pressing against his prostate.

Logan honest to any gods above nearly comes all over himself at Wade’s words, blinking an eye open to peek at his cock. Not small by any means, but it is swollen. Even if Wade was sucking him off, pretty sure that just made it worse.

A sudden smack is left on his thigh, making him wince.

“Hey. Pay attention here, peanut.” A jab to his prostate. “It’s time to get this show on the road.”

Fingers leave his hole, feeling empty and slightly sore.Logan moves his body while Wade actually gets the lube (pre-cum can only do so much).

He groans when his muscles protest against him moving, but he just turns onto his stomach and sighs. He pulls a pillow under his hips and melts into the bed, listening to the slick sounds of Wade jerking himself off.

Logan purrs when Wade groans in pleasure, he purrs louder when he feels hands grip his hips and props his ass in the air, and he keeps purring through his own whines when he finally feels what he's been aching for breach his hole.

“You ready, sweetheart?”
Wade asks, voice breathless like he’s itching to be in Logan. He lets out a soft chuckle before sliding the tip in, Logan’s response trapped in his throat.
“You’re going to wanna hold on, baby. Things are about to get dirty.”
And with that, Wade slides home. He slams into Logan till their flush ass to pelvis, making them let out throaty groans.

Wade throws his head back and relishes the familiar feeling of Logan’s warm and tight hole, his eyes closed as he gently rotates his hips.

Logan’s eyes rolled back as his mouth dropped open, cut off whines leaving his mouth as drool pools. His hole clenched onto Wade’s cock as he feels the subtle moments coming from him. He sighs and digs his face into the bed, letting his body naturally move to accommodate for his (and Wade’s) pleasure.

After a few minutes of silence, Wade seemingly locks in and grips Logan’s hips tightly before pulling out to the tip.
“Good news, baby. All those moments of sitting on the sofa did nothing to stop me from absolutely wreaking you. And the fact that I didn’t cum prematurely..”

Logan laughs against his will, his chest feeling full of adoration. He tilts his head back to look over at Wade, cheekily grinning: “Well come on then. Show me what I’ve been missing and I’ll show you the same thing.”
Wade shivers before slamming to the hilt, this time repeating his movements. He thrusts and thrusts, hammering into Logan’s hole like he’s been doing it for hours.

Weeks of no sex doesn’t deter him from doing what he does best, which is making Logan get cock drunk and stupid.

When Logan’s body collapses from overwhelming pleasure, Wade places one hand on the small of his back pinning him to the bed. His other hand leaves bruises on Logan’s hip, never slowing down as he leans over Logan’s shaking body.

Logan whimpers when he feels Wade lick his ear, biting the tip of it hard enough to break skin. He gasps wetly when Wade stage whispers in his ear: “Come on, Lo. You’re holding back on me- let me hear how good you feel right now.”
Logan grumbles.

It’s not that he’s holding his noises in, it’s just that Wade is fucking him too good he can’t even breathe properly.
And when he manages to explain that; in broken words, Wade lets out a happy squeak before pulling out of Logan- which makes him whine loudly.

But then his world is turned upside down when he is suddenly pulled up by Wade and moved onto his lap with Wade sitting against the headboard. Logan blinks twice, looking at Wade like he’s insane.

“Awh- is my baby breathless? I think you like when I manhandle you!”
Logan pants, slowly nodding his head because Wade is right. There hasn’t been anyone who could move him with a single tug. Yet Wade has always managed to do so without breaking a sweat. Logan found it attractive. And annoyingly dizzying.

Wade smirked at the nod, clearing his throat and casually grabbing Logan by the waist and pulling him in closer making him nearly knock his head into Wade’s.
“Bub, what the fuck are you doing?”
Wade shrugs. “Just going with the flow, peanut.”
“Well, get your dick back into me and then go with the flow.”
“Yes, sir copy that.”

Logan rolls his eyes and grabs Wade’s neck to pull him in for a deep kiss.

Wade, being the multi-asker he is, hummed into the kiss and managed to line his dick up with Logan’s (slightly) loose hole andrammed into him with a loud “thwap!” Logan let out a groan which was swallowed up by Wade and started to move his hips on their own accord.
Wade pulled away, grinning up at Logan who was red from lack of air. “You know what they say, peanut: “Save a horse,”” he then leaned up and was nose to nose with Logan “Ride a cowboy.” He smirked out.

With a smack to Logan’s ass, Wade gripped both cheeks into his hands and pulled Logan up till he was empty again and stared at him.

Logan got the hint and immediately slammed back down with a force that made Wade hiss and bonk his head into the wall. Logan let out a choked off laugh and started to ride Wade into next Sunday, all sorts of noises leaving his body that he wouldn’t dare to admit.

Wade lets out similar growls to his, but on the right angles and pressure he lets out the prettiest high pitched moans that makes Logan pick up his pace and ignore the aching sensations in his hips.

Logan is drooling now, he can feel it drip down his chin and land onto his chest. He can feel Wade lick it up and then suck at his nipple while he’s at it. It makes him want to curl up like a cat sunbathing. He feels so good right now perched on Wade’s cock, riding him like there’s no tomorrow.

A loud moan suddenly resonates throughout their room, and he faintly realizes it was him.

When he opens his eyes, his vision clear up and he feels himself shaking. He whines out confused, and slightly scared. Logan trembles in Wade’s hold, wondering what the fuck happened and why he feels so floaty. He registers Wade’s hand petting his back, soft words leaving his mouth.
“You okay, Lo? You came pretty hard- think you blacked out for a second there.”
Huh?
He didn’t come? Did he?

Logan looks down and sure enough both his and Wade’s stomach is covered in his own jizz. His lips form a natural pout and relaxes in Wade’s hold. He then lays his head on Wade’s shoulder and sighs.

“Sorry…”

Why is he apologizing?
“For what, baby?”

Logan shrugs.
Wade chuckles and leans his head against Logan’s. “Don’t be sorry. I think you look pretty when you come.” Logan blushes and clenches on Wade’s cock involuntarily-
Wait.

“You didn’t come?”
Logan asks, his head immediately turning to Wade and pouts. Wade is still hard- and is slightly pressing against his prostate which makes it ache pleasantly.
Wade sheepishly smiles, “almost? You tensed up so hard and moaned like my favorite pornstar, but I held it in.”
Logan is confused. And slightly offended.

“What pornstar? And why?”
He growls out, a deep frown on his face. He was looking forward to be full at the end of this…
Then he gets manhandled. Again. And his dick stirs to life. He’s on his back now, Wade on top of him- his necklace with the letter L dangling over Logan’s face. He didn’t even realize he had that on.

“Hey, tune back in Sasquatch.”
Logan snarls at him playfully.
“I said that you’re my pornstar silly. And I held in my wonderful my swimmers because this isn’t over yet.”
Before Logan could question again, Wade just hammered into him like a fucking rabbit.

Any coherent thoughts he had flew out of his head while Wade picked up his legs and threw them over his shoulders, a punched out groan leaving him when he’s folded in half.
“Get ready for the after show, baby.”

Logan is more than ready.

…

Six more rounds later and a wet ass bed, Logan lays on his side taking in an insane amount of air.
He stayed in their last position- which was on their sides- while Wade went to go get some water and a snack.
Logan’s body felt calmer than it did the whole month, aching so good that if Wade didn’t make him cum seven times he swears he could go again just thinking about Wade.

Curse Wade and his amazing sex skills.

“I’m baaaaackk!!!”

Logan perks up and watches Wade come to his side with a cup of water with a straw and some fruit. He didn’t feel like moving so he simply stared at Wade and hoped he got the message.

Wade stared back. Then he spun into action when his brain cells worked. He gently lifted Logan up and carried him into the bathroom.

“I didn’t mean for you to pick me up, idiot.”
“I know! But I also know that you hate feeling dirty after so many rounds!”

Logan nearly cried.

He was seated onto the counter, wincing at the coldness and at the copious amount of cum leaking out of him. He lets out a distressed whine that gets shushed by Wade as he turns the bath tubs water on. As the tub fills up, Wade goes to get the water and fruit and comes back to hand them to Logan before putting in some bubbles for the fuck of it.

The whole thing is so domestic and heartwarming that Logan just wants to marry Wade right there and then. Nakedness be damned. But he can’t right now, so he says the next best thing.

“I love you, Wade.”

He sees Wade pause a little before he’s all up in his face.
Wade smiles and wraps his arms around Logan.

“I love you too, Lo.”

Logan purrs and leans in for a kiss that is happily accepted, and by the time they’re done making out the tub is full and looks like heaven.

His excitement must’ve been clear because Wade giggles and picks him up only to place him into the tub ever so gently. Logan sighs softly and leans back, but Wade caught him before he could fully relax. Wade just shimmies himself behind Logan, ignoring the threat thrown at him and then allows both of them to relax.
Every minute or so Wade would feed Logan some fruit and a sip of water, leaving kisses on his neck and shoulders just to feel and hear him purr.

This goes on for 30 minutes- or until the food is gone and the water gets chilly and then Wade is reaching for the shampoo and conditioner to wash Logan’s hair.
Logan is almost asleep when Wade is done with his hair, but is startled when he feels hands go past the water and touch his lower body.

“Sorry, peanut. I just need to clean you out. And off-“ Wade whispers, gently sinking his fingers back into Logan and scoops out his cum. Logan lets out a soft whines, trying to not get aroused again because he’s tired. But Wade makes quick work of it and he feels cleaner already.
“Okay, sweetie. I just need to wash the rest of your body, and mine, before we get dressed and go to bed. You up for that?”

Logan really isn’t but he wants to help Wade lotion his scares, otherwise they’ll get itchy and burn and he won’t sleep well. He doesn’t even know if Wade still did his routine when he gamed so much.

Right. The gaming. He stills has to talk to Wade about that.

Logan groans out and then gets up and out of the water. He feels eyes on him, especially his ass, and looks over at Wade who was still sitting down.

He raises an eyebrow and cocks his hip. “Well come on then. Let’s take a quick shower.”

Wade then jumps up and unplugs the tub, turning the shower head on and screaming when the water is cold. Logan snorts and gets into the shower with him.
They work fast but precisely. Soapy hands run over Logan’s hairy body as his own hands run over Wade’s scarred skin. Few minutes later, they’re both clean and toweled off before walking back to the room.
Wade gets out boxers for them while Logan grabs the cream used for Wade’s scars.

It’s a comfortable silence that makes Logan purr and Wade not want to break it with his words, but he can’t help and starts spewing nonsense. But Logan takes it in stride, lathering his hands with the cream and massages it into Wade’s skin. He hums at Wade’s words even though he’s not really taking anything in, but it’s something he missed.

He was getting tired of hearing Wade yell at a tv and not at him. Well not the yelling just the talking.
Logan still didn’t know how to bring that up, but he knows he wants to have the conversation in the morning. He’s too happy right now.

When they’re done and in bed, the both of them knock out after spooning each other.

Wade sleeps with a sense of dread for the morning.
…

When morning comes around, Wade wakes up calmly. He groans and stretches before rolling around looking for his phone. He accidentally hits Logan and freezes when he hears him grumble, but it seems the wolvie is in a deep sleep because he just goes back to snoring.
Wade exhales and gets up, fully stretching now that he’s awake and standing. Still looking for his phone, he finds it in the living room on the floor still alive surprisingly. But it’s been blown up with text messages by his friends.

“Vanessa is so gonna kill me…”
But then he thinks of last night.
“Eh. Worth it.”

He goes back to the room and finds Logan sprawled across the bed uncovered. Wade chuckles before covering him up and kissing his forehead. Logan gives a tiny smile and nuzzles his head into Wade’s pillow.

Wade left the room before he exploded from cuteness aggression.

“Okay! Time to make breakfast!”

As Wade prepares the pancake batter, his mind wanders to the forsaken conversation he knows Logan is going to muster up the courage to have.
He moves on autopilot when making the pancakes, mind racing with the many outcomes this conversation could end in.

“Maybe I’ll say something wrong and he’ll leave me- no. I’ll probably fuck it up and he’ll just stare at me like I’m fucking stupid. Which I am but still. Fuck. What do I say? I don’t even know what’s he’s gonna say. Well, kind of. He’s gonna wanna talk about my gaming addiction. How the fuck did that happen anyways? Has it been a month or more before last night happened? How long have I been ignoring Logan. Oh my sweet baby… I should let him kill me over and over again before he forgives me. Yeah I’m gonna let him do that. Okay I’ll say sorry and beg for forgiveness and then let him kill me. Maybe then he will-“

“Wade?”

“AH FUCK! Ow! Shit shit shit- SHIT! Fuck…”

“Wow.”

Wade turns around and glares at the man just standing there.
“Fuck you. That shit hurt man! And look at this mess!!! Ugh!”

Logan snorts before going to Wade and kiss his burned hand even though it already healed.
“Sorry bub. But I called you five times. What were you mumbling about?”

Wade tenses up and looks away.
“Just thinking about how Vanessa is gonna murder me.”
Logan is silent before making a soft “oh” face.

“Well you can think about that later. I’ll help you clean up so we can have breakfast.” Logan says as he kisses Wade’s lips and picks up the pan that was dropped, the cooked egg now burned onto it.

“Right…”

Wade is going to fucking kill himself. He’s shitting himself actually- just thinking about the conversation. He shudders but then cleans up his mess.

“You really startled me you know.”
“I said sorry. I’ll make it up to you later.”
“Oh yeah? How?”
“Hmm. Might end up with you in bed.”
“Right.. does that equation equal to you in bed with me?”
“Maybe. If you play your cards right.”
“Cards? What cards?”
Logan just walks away.
“WHAT CARDS?!”

Wade is freaking out now. But he masks it and plates the pancakes and two eggs he made before he drops everything and runs.
-

It’s cozy while they eat.
Puppins lay by their feet hoping they drop some food- Logan gave her a whole pancake but she’s a greedy little girl. Wade has his legs on Logan’s thighs, his ankles being massaged while he feeds Logan.

It’s pleasant. It helps him keep his mind off the conversation about his issues. Well not issues but behaviors- what ever the fuck.

He’d honestly have it now rather than later. He doesn’t think Logan will be as lenient with him if it happens again.
Logan gets up to wash the dishes while Wade takes Puppins on a walk.

“I’ll be back, Lo. Love you.”
“Okay, be careful. Love you too!”

And with that, Wade leaves the apartment.

Logan sighs as he hears the door close. His anxiety is hitting him head on now that he’s alone.
He thinks it would be better if he just tells Wade that he wants to talk and make him be silent the entire time. And then Logan will be silent while Wade responds.

He just hopes it doesn’t end up with either of them upset.
-

Logan sits across from Wade, shifting a little in his chair. It’s been a few minutes since Wade came back. They’re sitting at the dining table instead of the couch. Logan thought it would be better if he could see Wade’s reaction.
He explained to Wade why he wanted to talk about the… situation. He threatened to move him out the window if he opened his mouth when Logan was talking. He complied. Immediately mimicking locking his mouth, thing away the key, and shoving his hands under his thighs.

Logan sighed and quickly thought about what he wanted to say before finally speaking up.
“So…. Fuck. Uh. I just wanted to bring up the past month or so and what’s been happening. Thought I’m sure you know… um. At first, I didn’t care that you gamed- or played with the others because I knew it was fun and important to you. But then the hour turned into days which turned into weeks. And it bothered me.”

Logan paused and looked at Wade, who was looking at the table and nodded for him to keep going.
“It hurt me, Wade. To see you get so attached to some game and ignore me. I didn’t even care if you didn’t look at me- I just wanted replies. I wanted to have dinner with you. Hell I could’ve fucking fed you while you kept playing. But you denied me. When I wanted to hang out with you or go on dates or just fucking cuddle, you said you were busy and ignored me. You even stopped taking care of Puppins! You don’t do that!”

Logan was now getting heated. His eyes were watery but he could see that Wade was slightly trembling.
“I- I felt invisible to you. It felt like you didn’t even care for me anymore…”

And now Logan is crying. The pent up emotions finally leave his body now that he’s being open about them.
“I missed you, Wade. I’m tired of being second to that damn game of yours. I didn’t want the way yesterday went to go the way it did. But I don’t regret last night.” He lets out a wet chuckle, “last night was the best night of my life ever since you got sucked up by the TV.”

Logan sniffs and wipes his face off.
“Promise me that you’ll limit yourself if you game again. Promise me that you won’t ignore me again. Because so help me Wade Wilson, if you pull this shit again I will murder you over and over again until you get it through your head. This is serious enough to where I will leave yo-“

Wade immediately picks up his head and Logan sees the tears and snot that is on his face, his heart breaking a little at the sight. Wade shakes his head hysterically, face red and blotchy due to sobbing.

Logan can’t help himself. He goes over to Wade’s side and gathers him into his arms, comforting him.
After a few minutes, Wade is stable enough to talk. And talk he does.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Logan. I didn’t mean for me to get so… so fucking ignorant and just a dumb dick to do this to you. I don’t even know how it happened- and frankly I don’t wanna think about it! I promise that this won’t happen again! I promise that I won’t game for weeks on end - or in general!! I’ll let you do whatever you want to me if it does happen but PLEASE. Please don’t leave me! Please.. please…”

And he’s crying again. Mumbling the word please into Logan’s shoulder.
Logan tears up again, not wanting to cry as he pats Wade’s head.
“Okay.. shh, it’s okay baby. I forgive you. And I trust that it won’t happen again.”

Wade doesn’t miss the nickname. If anything it makes him cry harder.
Logan huffs and smiles, adoring Wade and his semantics. He just shakes his head and brings them over to the couch, laying Wade down first and down laying all his weight on top of him.

Wade groans but happily wraps his arms around Logan. If he could purr he would be doing so right now.

“If you want you can still kill me.”
“Wade.”
“What? No “baby” this time?”
“… shut up.”
“Aw.”
“…”

Logan peeks up at him. Wade peeks at him too.

“I promise you, Lo. I won’t let this happen again.”
Logan trusts his word and pushes his face into Wade’s neck.

“I’ll take your word.”
Wade hums.
“I love you…baby.”

Wade squeals and grabs Logan’s cheeks, his cuteness aggression setting in.
“Why are you so fucking cute?! Mwah! Mwah!! I love you too my precious boy!”

Logan just laughs and his face blushes prettily making Wade fall in love again. Logan sighs and smiles at Wade, a glint in his eyes shimmering through.
Wade raises an eyebrow.

“Meet me in the room. You plus in bed equals?”
Wade gasps.
“You in bed with me!! Fuck yes! Let’s go! Hurry it up peanut!”

Logan laughs heartily and gets up from the floor from Wade getting up from the couch too fast.

Round seven here we go.

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Chapter Text

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“UGH- fuck!”

Logan can’t reach his prostate correctly and it’s pissing him off! It’s like once he’s on the edge, his fingers slip and he’s not there anymore.

He whines and on the verge of tears when his sixth attempt doesn’t work. He sniffles and pulls his fingers out with a little yelp, getting on his hands and knees to crawl towards Wade.

He whimpers and lets his tears fall,(manipulatively and truthfully because come on now) and gives Wade his best sad puppy eyes. He’s actually hurting right now so this pleading better work.

Pawing at Wade’s hips and arms, Logan sniffles and pouts. “Wade~” he softly whines out, getting whiner and louder when Wade barely moves or acknowledges him.

Logan is actually about cry for real if the stinging in his eyes and pounding in his chest has to say anything about it.

He’s losing hope and starts to let his tears fall, but Wade pokes at him with his foot. Logan looks up and tries to clear his vision. He sees Wade push a button and his heart skips a beat when Wade looks at him for a split second.
Then Wade is talking.

“Come on, Lo. Don’t tell me you’re really going to cry. I haven’t done anything yet.”

Logan scoffs.
“That’s the point dumb ass.”

Wade chuckles meanly.
“If you want something to cry about then start crying tears for me, baby.”

Logan makes a confused face. His heart racing when Wade smashes buttons on his controller and jumps up from the couch.

“What just happened?”

Wade looks down at him condescendingly.
“What just happened, peanut, is that I won.”

Logan tilts his head, Wade’s words not registering.
“Aw you dumb puppy.”
Logan growls.

Wade ignore him and tears off his headset, reaching down to grip Logan’s chin harshly.
“I won the game. Which means I won the deal.”

Wade sees the moment Logan gets it. Smirking at how wide his eyes widen and his face go a little pale.

“That’s right, baby. You’re my bottom bitch now.”

Logan just whines and stands up with the force of Wade’s hold on him. They head to the bedroom and Logan feels almost scared.

Hey, he has Wade’s attention now so a win is a win.

…

Maybe Logan didn’t think this through.

He thought that Wade would be excited to finally get his dick wet and would have crazy sex due to his obvious adrenaline of winning the championship. But instead of getting dicked down, Wade made Logan sit on the bed- still in the hoodie- and watch as he messed around the toy box. Full of their… sex toys. Obviously.

Logan nearly wriggled in excitement, and a little confused because what is Wade getting? Maybe some of their new dildos? Or something to hold Logan down?! Logan liked being tied up and at Wade’s mercy sometimes.
He was starting to get impatient and nearly whined his complaints but he perked up when Wade made a little “Ah-Ha!”.

Wade finally emerges from the box and lays out his findings.

Logan let out a nervous chuckle.
There, on the bed, was some of their soft yet sturdy ropes along with handcuffs. But what made Logan fidget was the thick egg vibrator that had five settings on it. They used it once when they first bought it and it left Logan shaking for hours and brain empty. A nice feeling but they both agreed to only use it for special occasions.

Apparently this was that occasion.

Wade smirked at Logan’s startled face, walking up to him to stand between his legs. He gripped Logan’s chin harshly, making him turn his head away from the objects and look up at him. Wade’s eyes lingered onto Logan’s hungry yet fearful eyes, his cock throbbing between his own legs- he’s free balling right now after Logan’s little stunt.

Wade’s stare has Logan breathing heavily, his eyes wide in panic yet pure arousal as Wade leans down towards his ear. He hisses at the small prickle of pain that blooms on his lobe where Wade bit it.

“Wade, what is going on?”

Logan most definitely does not whine out. He’s seriously close to losing it if Wade keeps playing with him. The motherfucker just pushes Logan down flat on the bed and grabs at his wrists, holding them above Logan’s head.

“Don’t move your hands.”
Logan complies, shuddering at how deep Wade’s voice was. His shoulders were starting to ache, his skin turning into goosebumps as Wade softly runs his hands up Logan’s thighs and into his hoodie.

All of a sudden Logan’s vision is blocked when Wade roughly pulls the front of his hoodie all the way from his shoulders to his hands. Only his eyes are covered up, his nose fortunately uncovered or else he probably would’ve suffocated.

Logan’s heart was racing out of his chest. He doesn’t know what the fuck Wade is going to do to him. And yet his dick stays hard the whole time. By the time he’s done with the shock, Wade had already begun grabbing the rope and tied Logan’s legs together. Apparently wasting no time in having his fun.

As the rope met Logan’s inner thighs, his breathing picked up once more. He whimpered when Wade’s wrists brushed against his swollen dick, shivering at the touch each time the rope is placed and tied to his body. This continues until Logan is completely tied up- besides what’s trapped in the hoodie. Logan hears wade hum as he supposedly takes a step back from him. Most likely taking a look at his work.

Wades hum of approval tells him that he was right.
“Just wow, peanut. You look… like you should be in a BDSM club to say the least.”

Logan growls at that. But then the thought of others seeing how Wade tied him up runs through his mind and he lets out a small whine. The thought of them being watched, knowing no one can touch him but Wade, makes him wan even more. And it seems that Wade knows what he’s thinking because he chuckles cruelly and grabs Logan’s tied body to drag him into a sitting position.

“Such a little freak, baby. Maybe I should invite the others to enjoy my reward? Though they won’t be able to pleasure you like I could.” He states, grabbing chunks of Logans thighs before landing a hard smack on both of them.

Logan tensed but let out a soft moan at the quick pain, feeling Wade soothe the pain he left.

“But I’m sure they’re going to want to play some more games later on. I think they’re doing that right now actually.” Wade hums, looking at Logan’s covered face. He then pulls the clothe off from his head, smirking at how adorable Logan blinks from the light. Once they make eye contact, Wade sets his plan to motion.

“Still can’t believe we won that damn championship! Still reeling from the adrenaline rush that gave me- wooh! And as much as it is an amazing sight to have you in front of of me,” Wade rakes his eyes down Logan’s rope covered body and back to his pink confused face “I think playing some more rounds would be better-“

Logan snarls before Wade finishes his sentence. Frustration fueling his body as he struggles to get out from the tight ropes. But Wade just sighs and shakes his head at him.

“Calm down, boy.”
Logan tenses before relaxing, stopping all movements but glaring at Wade.

“What I was going to say was that we should have another deal.”

Logan just rolls his eyes. His erection flagged a little but he’s kind of interested in what “deal” Wade is thinking of.

“Fine. What do you have in mind, asshole?”

And he should’ve known the motherfucker was going to try something but his guard was down like always.
But instead of answering, Wade just smirked and pushed Logan back onto the bed to climb on top of him.

Wade tilts his head and pulls at the rope holding Logan’s chest tight, “Hmm… I think I’ll tell you later. It’s rude to leave a reward unclaimed for so long.” He then eyes the vibrator and grabs it, holding it over Logan’s head like a secret. “And I think it’s been long enough. Don’t you think?”

Logan gulps.
…

That was about 30 minutes ago.

Currently, Logan is panting like a dog as Wade sucks him down for the fourth fucking time.

Wade had spent most of the time using the vibrator to rile Logan up, using the lightest setting and running it up and down Logan’s skin. It caused goosebumps and shivers to course through him, eliciting gasps and whines every time it was dragged against his nipples. Then, once he was satisfied with how out of breath Logan was, he began to suck him off- only to pull away every time Logan let out a punched out groan.

He did that until Logan caught on- his brain lagging behind from how pent up he is, and only began blowing him when he stayed quiet. Or as quiet as someone getting their brains sucked through their dick can be.

Now though.

Now Logan is being edged by his cruel man of a boyfriend for no reason other than “You have to earn the right to come, Lo.”

Whatever the fuck that means.

Another loud whine leaves Logan’s mouth, breaking the train of thought he didn’t have in the beginning. He can feel Wade’s stupid smirk as he releases his once again swollen cock, and lazily just strokes him while looking at Logan’s face.

“Okay, baby. I promise this time you get to come-“ Logan whines before he can stop it. “But! But, you have to beg~” Wade sings out, laughing at the way Logan threw his head back against the bed.

“Come on! I know you can do it! Or do I need to tease you some more? Because I can.”

He says, his free hand reaching towards Logan’s asshole and rubs at the semi-wet rim teasingly.

Logan curses Wade in his head, his mouth too heavy to actually do anything but let out a few growls. His eyes prickle at the thought of being teased again, his mind racing at what he should say. He despises begging and he only does it when he’s too deep into his headspace. He can still think clearly, kind of.

Wade is apparently impatient because the tip of his middle finger dips into Logan’s hole and just… stays there. “Come on, Lo. Tick tock. Just beg for me to let you come.” Then the tip of finger is gone but rests outside, his left hand slowing down to soft strokes.

Logan growls.
And he practically shouts when he feels Wade’s finger fully enter him- “Wade, please! I want you to wreck me- I want you to make me come! Please, please, please! I can’t anymore!” One singular tear falls from Logan’s eye, which makes Wade coo.

He pulls his finger out and reaches up for Logan’s pink face.

“Aww, good job baby. I knew you had it in you.” He then leans down to leave a soft kiss on Logan’s cheek before going back into position.

Logan sniffles and pouts when Wade pulls away but wiggles his hips in excitement when he kneels back down.
“Okay, Lo. You better savor this nut session-“

Logan perks up “what- oh! Fuck-“
Logan chokes on his words and moans when Wade suddenly took his dick into his mouth and sucked like his life depended on it. As Wade twirled his tongue around veins, bobbed his head up and down, sucked at the tip which was leaking pre-cum, Logan let out sounds that he didn’t know he could make.

When a particular moment of Wade deep throating him released a pathetic sounding mewl, Logan knew that he wasn’t going to last. His hips jumped making him go deeper into Wade’s throat, his skin constantly rubbing against the rope that leaves him burning and red, his head was getting fuzzy as he tried to take in air but all he got was more embarrassing sounds from himself.

“Wade! Fuck..fuck fuck fuck- ‘m so close- !!”
Wade hums at how pathetic Logan sounds. His own cock is throbbing, so he reaches down to relieve himself. Might as well.

Judging by his sounds, Wade gives Logan approximately 2 minutes before he fucking explodes in his mouth. So he’s got approximately 1 minute to cum himself- easy work.
And it proves to be when Wade does one last swipe at Logan’s slit before he lets out a loud whiny moan and cums in Wade’s mouth in long bursts. Wade smirks at the sight and pumps his cock twice before letting out a groan and cumming all over his fist.

By the time Wade comes back from his orgasm, Logan is still working on fixing his breathing. But it’s clear that this was the best orgasm of his life.

Wade stands up and smiles at how fucked out Logan looks. His mouth wide open, drool leaking down his cheek, his eyes hazy and blown wide, and his cute face still pink like it’s been for the last two hours.

Once he sees something more than haze in Logan’s eyes, Wade starts talking his deal- “I bet that was a mind wreaking orgasm, baby.” He makes a show of licking lips which makes Logan whimper, “But let’s talk facts now. I know for a fact that you’re a little whore and want more,” Logan rumbles but quiets down “and I know that I want more game time. So here’s the deal.”

Logan snarls a little at “more game time”. Was a full month of that not fucking good enough?

He was honestly still a little breathless after cumming his brains out, but he still let out a little “continue” to which Wade happily did so.

“The deal is that if you don’t cum while I play at least three more rounds then we’ll do whatever you want- literally whatever.”

Logan raises an eyebrow.
“But- if you fail to do so, then I keep playing until I say so.”
There it is.

“What the fuck, Wade. That’s not a fucking deal.”
Wade pouts like a child. “It is! I mean either way they both end up in mind blowing sex- just at different points. You know, if you win you get sex early and if I win- well. Sex comes later.”

“That makes no fucking sense.”
“Yes it does, you’re just being silly.”
“Oh I’ll show you silly, you fucking piece of-“
“Omg peanut! Tone it down! Yes or no? You can always safe word out!”

He had point.
Wish he can safe word out of Wade playing games. Literally and figuratively.
Even if Logan can’t come, he’ll still be pleased with just a vibrator- it’s better than his hand.
Ugh.

“… fine.”

Wade looks at him like he hung the fucking stars- all bright eyed and happy.
“Yes!! Okay!” Wade shakes his body out and makes his face more relaxed, obviously slipping into his role. Whatever the fuck that was.

“Then if we’re going to do this, let me just…”
Logan gasps as Wade grabs the lube and toy, along with Logan himself and drags him to the living room. Wade all but gently threw him onto the ground, nearly making Logan bonk his head onto the coffee table.

“Fucking hell, Wade! What the fuck is your problem!”

Wade doesn’t say anything. All he does is grab Logan again and undoes the rope, gathering it into his hands. Logan didn’t question it, taking the few minutes of being free to massage his sore muscles. Once Wade deemed it was enough time, he took Logan’s left leg and bent it towards his inner thigh and began wrapping the rope around it. He did the same thing to his right leg, making his lower body open and out to the world- essentially in a squat position but on his butt.

Logan wiggles instinctively, embarrassment and arousal mixing together in his stomach as he realizes he’s going to be stuck in this position for a few hours.

Once his legs were bound to his thighs, Wade took the rest of the rope and tied his arms securely to his back, leaving enough wiggle room just in case. Wade doesn’t bother tightening it more or loosening the ropes, knowing that Logan could easily get himself out if he truly wanted to.

Wade decides to be nice and grabs the couch pillows, placing one behind Logan’s back resting it against the TV stand and putting the other one under his ass for extra cushion.

Pulling back just a little, Wade sighs in content at how pretty Logan looks. His legs wide open and his asshole on clear display for him to peek at when he wanted to. His face all scrunched up angrily is still so cute that Wade has to kiss him to make it go away- otherwise he’ll break.
They make out for a good minute before Wade pulls away again and grabs the lube. While the vibrator is around the same size as an egg, somewhat slimmer, Logan still needs prep and it was a rule they established before their scenes- no matter the scene Logan will always be prepped before anything goes in him properly. And Wade respects that.

Logan sighs, readying himself for what’s to come. He bites his lip to hold back the whines that threaten to leave him when Wade presses his lubed fingers to his asshole, slowly rimming him before eventually sticking his middle finger in. It doesn’t take long for Logan to take another one, and then another.

Wade is purposely missing his prostate, which Logan appreciates because he’s actually so fucking pent up it’s not even funny. Eventually Logan is open enough to take the vibrator, to which Wade slowly inserts into him smirking at the wet gasp Logan let out.

With a little wiggle of his ass, Logan relishes in the soft fullness that the vibrator gives and relaxes while Wade grabs the remote and sets it to level one. A small vibration that is almost ticklish rather than pleasing, and Logan expects him to raise it up but is surprised when he doesn’t it.

Wade laughs at his obvious confusion, wiggling the remote in front of his face. “This little bad boy will be raised every time I die, but only when I don’t get revived. Luckily for you Nessa is really prone to spending money on revivals.”
Logan didn’t know what the fuck that meant but he thanks Vanessa in his head.

Wade heads to the couch and grabs the remote to tune the TV on, fiddling with it in ways Logan doesn’t understand but he soon heard the telltale sign of the game on. With his headset on, Wade looks down at Logan and has the audacity to smile.

“Remember: Three matches. No cumming. Better get comfortable, baby. This is going to be a looooong night.”
And with that Wade is locked into the game, leaving Logan to his own trapped devices and slightly scared.
He just hopes he’ll be able to hold himself back. As long as that stupid thing doesn’t reach level 5.
…

Okay.

Logan doesn’t like this game anymore.

He can’t even begin to tell you how much time it’s been or what round Wade was on- but he can describe the simmering tension that’s building in his lower stomach AND the tickling sensation in his ass that’s starting to piss him off rather than pleasure him.

He’s pretty sure he couldn’t reach an orgasm if he fucking tried to with this pathetic level one. He’s been pulling at the rope for like… maybe 2 minutes now and it’s just irritating his skin at this point.

Logan sighs and stops pulling, staring at Wade’s excited form as he yells out to his friends and nearly throws his controller for some unknown reason that Logan doesn’t care about. He’s getting bored. He could reading or watching his shows or talking to Laura. Fuck! He could even go for playing with Mary!

Good thing she’s not here to witness him being bored to death, especially like this.

Just when he’s about to voice his (very reasonable) complaints, the vibrator buzzes to life which makes Logan grunt. It still isn’t much but it’s better than feeling like a fly is stuck in his fucking asshole.

And as much as Logan doesn’t want to cum and lose this god forsaken deal, he still rather have some pleasure rather than nothing. So he rage baits Wade.

“Could you like die faster? Or whatever the fuck it is. It’s getting boring down here.”
Wade ignores him.

“I’m not sure this is going the way you wanted it to! Are you hearing me, you fucker? Though it’s not much you doing the fucking..”

Wade lets out a groan and glares at Logan.
“Could you please shut up? I’m trying to focus here and I can’t with your talking!”

“Well then do something about it. Fuckin’ jerk.”

Wade just growls at him, looks at the TV screen, groan at it, and grabs at something. He then gets up, walks to Logan, crouches down, and pulls his hips towards himself.

Logan gasps and snarls at Wade’s actions, starting to struggle but stops momentarily when he feels Wade’s fingers jab at his asshole and enter him. In all of the five seconds that it took Logan to blink, he felt major whiplash because now the vibrator was deeper than it was, pushing against his walls. Then Wade just suddenly disappeared back to the couch, smirked at him and then all hell broke loose.

That tickling sensation went away and Logan was met with mouth dropping pleasure. He could tell it was raised to level three, and while it wasn’t the worst level- the damned toy was right on his prostate. Might as well be throwing damn rocks at his abdomen.

All of a sudden it went from too little to too much, and Logan was left to wither on the floor with his back arched and the breathiest of moans leaving his mouth.
Logan so badly wanted to cuss Wade out verbally, but all that left him was gurgled words and whines. So he resulted to saying his threats in his head, when a particular buzz didn’t leave him brainless that is.

Laying there on the floor,trapped by rope with no where to go — Logan had no choice but to just accept the constant pressure that resonates throughout his body. Every shiver and shudder, every whine and moan, every single pulse that attacks his prostate leaves him drooling. And closer to the edge.

But Logan, no matter how needy he is, is nothing but a stubborn man. So he bites his lip and forces himself to hold his upcoming orgasm in. It wouldn’t be the first time Logan would come dry, but it hurt like a bitch to do so.
It felt like hours and hours of nonstop pleasure from a stupid toy until Logan let out a broken moan and attempted to curl into himself once he came dry.

His noises caught the attention of Wade, who was trying not to die again, which made him smirk.

And even though Wade was locked into his game, his erection did not flag down at all. It was harder than a goddamn diamond- better yet, harder than Colossus entire fucking body.

And oops!
Wade died!

He let out a dramatic sigh, shook his head and looked at Logan’s shivering body. He faked a pout, “sorry wolvie, but it seems that Nessa didn’t revive me! And I died a very, very gruesome death. You know what that means!”
(Wade lied- Vanessa did revive him. She revived him so hard that the death screen didn’t even have time to pop him in the face but don’t tell Logan that.)

Logan panted and growled at Wade’s words, trying to crawl back into a sitting position. But when he managed to get on his side, Wade turned the vibrator on to level 3 which made Logan shout and throw his head back resulting in a slight concussion that left him dizzy.
“You fucking asshole- ungh! Wade!”

It was hard to breathe. Not when all his air was getting punched out of him with every noise he made.

Logan whined and whined, sometimes even snarling in order to get Wade’s attention on him. But nothing worked, and even though he knew he could safe word out- he just wanted attention from Wade. So Logan pushed through. He felt another orgasm creep up on him, making him groan like he was pushing out a fucking baby. Pain was mixing with pleasure but it felt so good at the same time.
There was a small puddle of pre-cum on the floor and Logan’s tummy where his dick just dangled with every move from his body.

He did everything he could to hold back from cumming, his stomach cramping from doing so. Logan somehow managed to roll onto his back which made his shoulders complain and his hands ache, and he regrets doing so because his ass pressed against the floor and it just made the vibrator land directly onto his spot rather than the area around it.

“Fuck!”
He couldn’t do this- his vision blurred and he felt dizzy from lack of air. But fuck did he want to prove a point, what point you may ask? Beats the fuck out of him. But he’s feeling petty.

When the pressure builds up more and more, Logan feels more pre leak out of his tip. The sounds coming from him should make him embarrassed but he doesn’t give a fuck anymore. If anything it just makes him louder and he hopes that Wade’s friends can hear him. Maybe that will make Wade shut him up. Preferably with his dick.
Logan twitches a certain way making the toy hit deeper and it makes tears fall onto his face, trying so hard to keep it in. And then it happens.

A single spurt of cum shoots out onto his tummy and he shouts out in a mixture of pain, relief, and slight discomfort. He blinks the tears out of his eyes and whimpers at how swollen and purple his cock is. Logan cries out and bangs his head against the floor hard, letting out little “no’s” here and there.

He just hopes he doesn’t cum for real this time.
…

“What the fuck was that?! Fuck, dude.”
“Shit! Wade, I ran out of revivals!”
“What?! buy some more then!”
“I’m kinda busy here, dickface!”
“Ugh.”

Wade rubs at his head and sighs.
He can’t believe he just fucking died. For real this time.

“Un-fucking-believable, man.”
He mutters out, watching Peter play and listening to their conversations.

But then he hears: “no,no,no,no,no…” over and over again. And it makes him turn his head down to Logan, who was on his back in a way that made Wade wince.
Deciding that he technically had nothing else to do, Wade made his way over to Logan after taking his headset off.
When he got closer he whistled at how much pre-cum was on Logan’s body and the floor, and it was still leaking.

“Wow, baby. I knew you were a goddamn faucet, but this is just too much.”

Logan weakly turned his head and whined, making Wade’s cock twitch. He crouched down, running his finger through the mess and proceeded to suck it clean. Logan groaned and more cum leaked out, his own cock giving a pathetic little jump.

“Wade…” he whined out, getting Wade’s attention. He just tilted his head and smiled. A few more tears came from Logan’s eyes as he blinked, his voice low and dry. “mmph— hurts.. need to- ah!”

Wade felt his heart race at how broken down Logan was, he felt hornier than before. But he can also see how much pain Logan was feeling, and even though they had tested to see how far Logan could go without cumming- it’s been months since then.

Feeling pity for him, Wade wrapped his hand around Logan’s dick and pumped him one time.
Logan groaned and growled at him when he stopped, but Wade was not going to yield.

“Just one more time, peanut. Hold it in for me one more time and you’ll get what you want.”
Logan shook his head vigorously, knowing that he wanted to cum now and needed Wade inside of him like last year. But Wade just squeezed his base hard, making it hurt even more. With a whine, Logan nodded and took a deep breath when Wade let go.

Wade hummed, standing up and reaching for the remote again. “Since I can’t play anymore, I’ll just watch you instead. Up, we go.”

Logan’s eyes widened. He couldn’t take another level! He felt like he was bursting at the seams already!
“Wa-de.. No!! fuck!—“

“You got this, baby!”
And with that, Wade sits his ass back onto the couch and puts his headset back on.
…

Time went slow for Logan.

Every time he blinked, the world shifted.
He felt like he could hear colors and taste shapes.
That’s how he felt when they last tried this vibrator out- that was not a good moment for Logan. The orgasms were amazing though so can’t complain.

And now he felt like that again, only 10x worse because he couldn’t come AT ALL. And he tried his best not to move around but it wasn’t easy seeing as the dumb toy moved itself around in his ass so he twitched like a fucking dying corpse anyways!

Logan couldn’t take it anymore. He was this close to just saying fuck it and letting it rip- and then he can be pissed at Wade for a week justified.

Logan laughed before he realized it. It was low and condescending, mixed with little moans. He’s a fucking joke. He shouldn’t have let Wade play some games- he shouldn’t have let himself be tied down and tortured like this. What he should’ve done was stab Wade in his fucking brain and yell at him for being a fucking bum who did nothing but play stupid games. He should also yell at their dumbass friends who allowed AND encouraged Wade’s behavior.

That’s it. When this shit is done, that’s exactly what he’s doing. Fuck it.

With a loud ass shout, Logan cums all over himself and it drips to the floor as he twitches and shakes in the aftermath.

He vaguely hears Wade curse and his footsteps head towards him.
Guess he’s fucked now.

Maybe literally?
…

Wade has been staring off into space for a good 20 minutes now. Lingering between the TV and Logan’s withering body, barely hearing the conversations in his ears mixed with Logan’s cries.

He tried to jerk himself off but realized that it’d be better to come inside of his logie bear.

Wade sighs.

He’s been a dick. Not just today, but for the past month. He was so caught up that he hadn’t even realized how bad he’s been treating Logan- even his Puppins! Wade can’t remember that last time they had dinner together, woke up together, showered together, or had a simple talk about nonsense with each other. And he has no one to blame but himself.

When this is over, Wade’s going to shove his dick in his own ass and apologize to Logan. For everything and anything. Maybe he’ll let Logan kill him, and then again.
A loud shout pierced his ears, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Wade? What was that?”
“Was that Mr. Logan?”
“Wade?”

Ignoring the sounds of his friends calling him, Wade immediately turned to the cause of the noise and groaned wantonly at the sight.

Logan had, rightfully so, let go and jizzed all over himself; milky pearlescent cum shooting onto his abs and dripping down to the floor.

Wade so badly wanted to lick it up.
And that he shall do.

He ripped his headset off and made his way to the ground, startling Logan who was in his afterglow when his hands reached his hips.

“Wade?…”
Fuck, he sounded so whiney and needy.

“Yeah. I’m here, lolo. You got some juice left in ya?”
Wade asked as he leaned down to lick up Logan’s cum, feeling his muscles jump. Logan whined and shakily nodded his head, sniffling when Wade smiled down at him.
“Perfect. Because I’m about to make a mess out of you- more than this little puddle of goodness.”

Logan whined in relief at Wade’s touch, wanting to be able to hold him and touch him too. But words felt heavy on his tongue, so he attempted to get Wade to understand want he wants. When he whined more and push his knee into Wade’s face, he just chuckled.

“I know, I know. I bet you’re sore from this position. I’m untying you right now.”

God, Logan loves and hates this man at the same time.
The relief is immediate when his limbs are freed from the rope and each other, groaning as Wade massages his wrists and ankles.

Once he feels enough blood circulate back to his limbs, Logan pounces Wade and growls in his face. Wade just awkwardly chuckles and smiles at him, not prepared for what’s about to happen but ready all the same.

But then Logan crumbles, whiney moans leaving his mouth instead of the shouting he wanted to do.

“Logan?”

“You- idiot- mph! To-y is still- IN! TAKE IT OUT!”
Logan yelled with the remaining will power he had left, wheezing at how Wade scrambled from underneath him and quickly got his fingers into his asshole to pull out the violent attacks from within him.
Once the horrid thing was out, Logan sagged in relief and nearly cried all over again.

Wade was amazed by how vigorous the toy was and how Logan managed to handle it. “Props to you for holding out for so long! I could fucking never- WOAH!”
A growly wolverine was on top of him again, spitting out threats left and right onto his face.

“You ever! AND I MEAN EVER! Pull this shit again I’m going to take that damn you and shove it so far up your ass, you’re going to feel it in your fucking throat! Don’t fucking do this shit again, you hear me?!”

Wade gulps in fear and nods his head.
But…

“Can you refine what the “shit” is, specifically? EEK- OKAY OKAY! I GET IT! Please put the claws away!!”
“You fucking idiot.”

Logan puts his claws away, resting his ass against Wade’s hips. Even though he mostly feels angry, he can also feel the arousal swirl in him. Fucking libido…

“Enough bullshitting. Fuck me. Now.”

Wade gasps and claps his hands.
“Are we going to have hate sex right now?! Gasp! Angry sex if you will!!”

Logan growls and grabs Wade’s dick himself, tried of his drama, and slams down on it hard. He groans out and his eyes roll back from the fullness and pain.

Wade curses, grabs at Logan’s waist and hold him still.

“W-what the fuck, peanut? That hurt me and nothings in my ass right now. God damn.”
“Shut the fuck up and move.”
“Aye aye, sir.”

Wade flips them over- Logan on his back again, and starts driving his cock into Logan fast and hard. It’s obvious Logan doesn’t want to wait any longer and Wade is desperate enough to not want to get stabbed.
Loud “plap,plap,plap’s” are heard throughout the living room, along with loud open mouth breathing and groans. Each respectively coming from both men.

Wade would say some quirky jokes right now but he’s too wrapped up in the warmth of Logan’s asshole to think of any. Literally. (and author is losing brain cells!)

Logan clenches down on Wade’s dick, moaning like a goddamn pornstar while his own hips gyrate against Wade’s as he takes his pleasure from actually getting fucked. He feels full to the brim- he could practically taste Wade’s dick in his throat. And everything has Logan purring in happiness— he could be here forever.

But all that is well comes to an end:

“Fuck- ‘m so close, Lo.” Another hard thrust has Logan keening. “Are you ready to burst, baby? Make a mess out of me just so I can lick it all up again?” A whine is heard which makes Wade smirk, beads of sweat dripping down his body and mixing with all the other liquids Logan has on his own body.

“Look at you, baby. Wish you could see yourself- fuck. You look so goddamn beautiful under me. Ngh— maybe I should fuck you on a mirror just so you can see how pretty you look.” a clench- “yeah, you like that? Like knowing how wrapped up you have me? I was- shit.. was down bad for you since the day I pulled you out of that damn bar.”

Wade keeps on talking, voice somehow steady enough even with his curses. The words make Logan feel hot under his skin, makes him want to purr and curl up under Wade’s chest as he fucks him harder and deeper.
Feeling close, Logan grabs at Wade’s hand and pulls it towards his dick and whines when it makes contact.

Wade chuckles and jerks Logan off in time with his thrusts, the tugs slick due to the amount of cum leaking out of him. Logan isn’t even moaning anymore, just panting through the fuck and letting out little “hah, hah’s” every now and then. It gets Wade closer to the edge and he doubles up his speed, practically impaling Logan’s guts.

With a thrust so deep and directly to his prostate, with a final tug on his dick, Logan comes hard. His cum literally squirting out of his cock and onto every possible surface near them. Wade, being the freak he is, followed Logan after feeling the first squirts of cum hit his chest- filling Logan up so much that it leaks out of him immediately.

They both let out a similar sigh and then sag in the post-orgasm afterglow. Wade nearly threw himself on top of Logan but held himself up just enough to pull out and land next to him instead. Logan whimpered at the empty feeling but ignored it and cuddled into Wade’s embrace.

It was quiet as they laid there for god knows how long, but their mess had dried and crusted over so that tells them it’s clean up time. And so they spent the next hour cleaning up. Wade grabbed a wet paper towel to clean off the dried cum from Logan’s hairy chest, Logan started the shower while Wade gathered the ropes and still vibrating toy, they showered quickly yet throughly, and made a quick dinner.

As they sat down to eat, Wade suddenly remembered that he left his headset on- meaning that if his friends were still on they heard everything. He yelled this to Logan as he ran towards the couch. Logan just sighed and ate without, too hungry for none sense.

And as he ate, he thought about how he should bring up Wade’s behavior. Maybe he should do it right now? Get it over with. Then they could have a good morning tomorrow- or.. the next day seeing as it was currently 2 in the morning. Wow. Time went by fast. Logan watched Wade talk animatedly to his friends.

Yeah, he’ll do it right now. Fuck it.

…
…

“Oh my god. Please tell me y’all did not hear anything!! Please lie to my face right now.”

It was silent for a minute. It made Wade think they hung up and was relieved until he heard a snort. Fuck no.

“Hah!! I heard everything! The other two left shortly after Logan started yelling at you! Wow! What a fucking masterpiece I’ve heard!”
“Fuck you, Vanessa.”
“Nah, I’m okay! Seems like Logan needs it more than me. Or is it you that needs him? I’ll never know.”
“Please delete everything from your brain right now.”
“Okay. I’ll just need a whole bottle of wine and maybe some shots and it’ll do!”
“Fine. When?”
“Whenever you fix your relationship with Logan.”
“…fuck.”

“Bye Wade! Thanks for the free porn audio!”

And with that, Vanessa hung up. Meaning she left the game finally. Meaning she heard everything. Oh well.
But fuck. He does have to talk to Logan.

Wade is going to fucking kill himself. He’s shitting himself actually- just thinking about the conversation. He shudders and heads back to the kitchen. He fears for his life right now.

He takes his seat next to Logan and eats his food, noticing that Logan was nearly done with his plate. “You want some more, Lo?”
Logan shakes his head and leaned against Wade’s shoulder.
It’s pleasant. It helps him keep his mind off the conversation about his issues. Well not issues but behaviors- what ever the fuck.

He’d honestly have it now rather than later. He doesn’t think Logan will be as lenient with him if it happens again. Should he eat slower or faster? Slower would be good if they had more time to talk about it, but faster means the conversation is outside the door rather than the corner.

Fuck it. Faster it is. Just like how he fucks Logan-

“Wade.”
“I totally wasn’t thinking of fucking you!!”
“…”
“Heh. Uh… yes… my love?”

Logan deadpans him and it sends shivers down his spine.

“I asked if you wanted to get Mary tomorrow? Today.”
Wade sighs internally.

“Of course! I miss my baby girl! She definitely had fun at Al’s and had parties and such!”

“Right. Are you done eating?”

Shit.
Wade looks down at his plate.
Shit.

“It seems that I am.”

“Great.”

Logan takes the plates to the sink and proceeds to sit across from Wade, shifting a little in his chair.
Fuck no. If Wade wasn’t shitting his pants then, he is now.
It was silent for a few minutes. Both of them just staring at each other. But Logan breaks first, growling in his grumpy sexy way and sits up straight. Which makes Wade sit up straight too.

And then, he talked.

He explained to Wade why he wanted to talk about the… situation. He threatened to throw him out the window if he opened his mouth when Logan is talking. He complied. Immediately mimicking locking his mouth, throwing away the key, and shoving his hands under his thighs.
Logan rolled his eyes and quickly thought about what he wanted to say before finally speaking up.

“So…. Fuck. Uh. I just wanted to bring up the past month or so and what’s been happening. Thought I’m sure you know… um. At first, I didn’t care that you gamed- or played with the others because I knew it was fun and important to you. But then the hour turned into days which turned into weeks. And it bothered me.”
Logan paused and looked at Wade, who was looking at the table and nodded for him to keep going.

“It hurt me, Wade. To see you get so attached to some game and ignore me. I didn’t even care if you didn’t look at me- I just wanted replies. I wanted to have dinner with you. Hell I could’ve fucking fed you while you kept playing. But you denied me. When I wanted to hang out with you or go on dates or just fucking cuddle, you said you were busy and ignored me. You even stopped taking care of Puppins! You don’t do that!”

Logan was now getting heated. His eyes were watery but he could see that Wade was slightly trembling.

“I- I felt invisible to you. It felt like you didn’t even care for me anymore…”
And now Logan is crying. The pent up emotions finally leaving his body now that he’s being open about them.

“I missed you, Wade. I’m tired of being second to that damn game of yours. I didn’t want the way yesterday went to go the way it did. But I don’t regret last night.” He lets out a wet chuckle, “last night was the best night of my life ever since you got sucked up by the TV.”
Logan sniffs and wipes his face off.
“Promise me that you’ll limit yourself if you game again. Promise me that you won’t ignore me again. Because so help me Wade Wilson, if you pull this shit again I will murder you over and over again until you get it through your head. This is serious enough to where I will leave yo-“

Wade immediately picks up his head and Logan sees the tears and snot that is on his face, his heart breaking a little at the sight. Wade shakes his head hysterically, face red and blotchy due to sobbing.

Logan can’t help himself. He goes over to Wade’s side and gathers him into his arms, comforting him.
After a few minutes, Wade is stable enough to talk. And talk he does.

“I’m so fucking sorry, Logan. I didn’t mean for me to get so… so fucking ignorant and just a dumb dick to do this to you. I don’t even know how it happened- and frankly I don’t wanna think about it! I promise that this won’t happen again! I promise that I won’t game for weeks on end - or in general!! I’ll let you do whatever you want to me if it does happen but PLEASE. Please don’t leave me! Please.. please…”

And he’s crying again. Mumbling the word please into Logan’s shoulder.
Logan tears up again, not wanting to cry as he pats Wade’s head.

“Okay.. shh, it’s okay baby. I forgive you. And I trust that it won’t happen again.”
Wade doesn’t miss the nickname. If anything it makes him cry harder.

Logan huffs and smiles, adoring Wade and his semantics. He just shakes his head and brings them over to the couch, laying Wade down first and down laying all his weight on top of him.

Wade groans but happily wraps his arms around Logan. If he could purr he would be doing so right now.

“If you want you can still kill me.”
“Wade.”
“What? No “baby” this time?”
“… shut up.”
“Aw.”
“…”

Logan peeks up at him. Wade peeks at him too.

“I promise you, Lo. I won’t let this happen again.”
Logan trusts his word and pushes his face into Wade’s neck.

“I’ll take your word.”
Wade hums.

“I love you…baby.”

Wade squeals and grabs Logan’s cheeks, his cuteness aggression setting in.
“Why are you so fucking cute?! Mwah! Mwah!! I love you too my precious boy!”

Logan just laughs and his face blushes prettily making Wade fall in love again. Logan sighs and smiles at Wade, a glint in his eyes shimmering through.

Wade raises an eyebrow.

“C’mon. I’m tired as fuck. Loser has to wash the dishes in the morning?”

Wade snorts and challenges Logan with his eyes.
“Game on.”

And with that they both run towards the bedroom- after turning off the lights, and jump into bed around the same time laughing.

They fall asleep cuddling and ready for their new restart.
…