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Wade Wilson had never been the type to hide his feelings. At least, not for long. His attraction to Logan was far from subtle—if anything, it was painfully obvious. He made it known in a thousand ways, from teasing jabs about Logan’s gruffness to lingering touches that were more than a little too intimate for two men who shared a complicated relationship. Everyone around them saw it. But Logan? Logan was oblivious. Or, more accurately, he chose to pretend to be.

He didn’t believe it. Not for a second. He couldn’t fathom how someone like Wade—charming, annoying, always one step away from death—could actually want him. He didn’t trust it. Logan, the ferocious Wolverine, had learned a lot of things over the years. But one thing he never learned was how to trust in his own worth.
It wasn’t about Wade, though. It never was. Logan didn’t think he deserved anyone—least of all the loud, chaotic mess of a man who insisted on making his life even more complicated than it already was.

Right now, though, Logan was forced to face an unavoidable reality: Wade had passed out—again—and in this dark, dingy cell, he had collapsed right into Logan’s lap. His head was pressed against Logan’s shoulder, warm, and disturbingly comforting. For once, Wade wasn’t chirping away, and Logan could actually hear the steady rhythm of his breath, the weight of him leaning into Logan’s chest as if he belonged there.

It was an odd thing, feeling this... protectiveness, this strange affection for someone who wouldn’t leave him alone. Yet Logan found himself smiling, albeit softly and reluctantly, as he looked down at the mercenary in his arms. He didn’t want to feel this way. Didn’t want to care. But there Wade was, in his lap, tucked so closely, and for some godforsaken reason, Logan didn’t mind it one bit.

Wade’s mask, the ever-present reminder of his complex and dangerous persona, was still in place. But Logan couldn’t help himself—his fingers itched to reach out and tug it off, just so he could see the man underneath, the one who kept throwing out flirtations and sarcastic remarks like they meant nothing. If only Logan had the guts to admit that it wasn’t the mask he hated. It was the fact that Wade wore it to keep him at arm’s length. He wondered, sometimes, if Wade could see through the layers of Logan’s own armor. The walls he’d built up, the scarring and isolation, were perhaps just as much a mask as the one Wade wore.

Before Logan could get too lost in his thoughts, he felt Wade stir in his arms, groaning softly as his body shifted against him. A long, drawn-out sigh escaped from the man’s lips, and Logan felt his chest tighten. He’d never admit it to anyone—not to Wade, not even to himself—but he liked this. He liked the weight of him, the way Wade seemed to fit perfectly into his space.

Slowly, Wade’s eyes fluttered open, the sliver of light from the hallway just barely illuminating the cell they’d been thrown into. He groaned again, but this time there was an unmistakable grin on his face.
“Well, if it isn’t the big, brooding Wolverine himself.” Wade’s voice was rough from sleep, but the teasing was still there. Always there. “I hope you don’t mind me using your lap as a pillow. You’re just so comfy, Logan. Makes me feel like I’m back in therapy.”

Logan’s brow furrowed. “Shut up, Wade.” he muttered, trying to shove the absurdity of his emotions down.

Wade just chuckled, the sound low and husky, as if it was a private joke between them. It didn’t help the knot that was starting to form in Logan’s stomach. He was an idiot for even entertaining the idea that maybe—just maybe—Wade wasn’t playing a part.

Wade blinked as his surroundings began to come into focus. The small, dark room. The chains that bound them together. Cassandra Nova’s men. It hit him in a wave, and he cursed under his breath.

“Great.” Wade said, trying to pull himself up but finding the bonds on his wrists and waist holding him firmly against Logan. “Just when I was starting to get comfy, too.”
Logan didn’t respond right away, his eyes scanning the cell. The sound of distant footsteps echoed down the corridor, and Logan’s senses went on high alert. He was trying to stay calm, to think logically. But the tension in his body was palpable, a raw edge of readiness from years of surviving far worse.

“Where are we?” Wade asked, though the answer was obvious enough.

Logan shifted, his grip tightening on Wade’s waist as he tried to adjust. “We’re in a hell of a lot of trouble.” He muttered. “And it looks like it’s only gonna get worse.”
As if on cue, the footsteps grew louder, a growing sense of urgency in the air. Logan’s muscles tensed in preparation for whatever came next. It was all too clear that they weren’t meant to be left alone for long.

Wade, however, was already smiling again, that mischievous grin on his face. He was never the type to stay down for long, no matter how dire the situation. He flashed Logan a wink, his eyes glinting beneath his mask.

“I have a plan.” Wade said with a confidence that made Logan raise an eyebrow.

“What’s your plan, Wade?” Logan asked, his tone skeptical but curious. He had no idea what kind of madness Wade was about to pull, but if there was one thing Logan knew, it was that Wade could be unpredictably brilliant when the stakes were high.

Wade’s grin only grew wider. “Simple..” He started. “We’re gonna make these guys wish they never stepped foot in this dungeon. You just sit back and relax, Logan. I’ve got this.”

Logan gave him a long, dubious look, but before he could say anything more, the door to the cell creaked open. The soft shuffle of boots echoed as four guards stepped inside, their eyes narrowing at the two captives.

They had no idea what was coming.

Wade’s grin widened as the door slammed shut behind them, the sound of the guards’ weapons clanking against their sides. The air in the room was thick with anticipation, tension rising to a boiling point.

“Well, well, well.” Wade said, looking up at the guards with feigned innocence. “You guys are just in time for the show. I hope you’re ready for the greatest performance of your lives.”

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The air in the dark, damp cell was thick with tension. Logan’s every instinct screamed at him to fight back, to tear through the chains and take out whoever dared to stand in their way. But something—something about the way Wade grinned at the four guards walking toward them—made Logan hesitate. It wasn’t a new feeling, this wariness of Wade’s methods, but this? This was something else entirely.
Wade, always the unpredictable wild card, wasn’t just playing his usual brand of quippy, ridiculous antics. No. This time, his moves were... much more calculated. And Logan had no idea what the hell was going on.

Wade’s grin stretched wider as the guards inched closer, his body seemingly coming to life in Logan’s lap. It was then that Logan realized with horror—absolute, gut-wrenching horror—what Wade was doing.
Wade’s hips began to move against Logan’s thigh. Slowly at first, but with increasing urgency. It was like a dam had burst inside him, and there was no stopping the flood of raw, almost primal movement. Logan’s face turned beet red, the heat rising in his chest as he felt Wade grinding against him. His muscles locked, paralyzed by confusion and sheer embarrassment. He could barely comprehend what was happening as Wade’s body shifted again, rubbing against him in ways that were both intimate and deeply inappropriate.

Logan, unable to speak, just stared at Wade, his heart hammering in his chest. His throat tightened, and his palms began to sweat as Wade buried his face into Logan’s neck, muffling a low moan that vibrated directly through his skin.

“Fuck.” Wade breathed weakly, his voice muffled by Logan’s skin. He didn’t stop moving, grinding harder, his body practically pressing itself into Logan’s, pulling Logan’s focus to the heat between their bodies.

Logan was stunned, unable to pull away, his breath catching in his throat as Wade continued, oblivious to—or maybe deliberately exploiting—his discomfort. The four guards were just standing there, frozen in place, watching this spectacle unfold, clearly unsure of how to react. The awkward silence was only broken by Wade’s growing moans, soft at first but quickly escalating into loud, desperate sounds that filled the otherwise empty room.

“Oh god, Logan, you feel so good,” Wade groaned loudly, his voice rising in pitch. “Right there... fuck, right there...”

Logan’s entire body stiffened. His eyes widened in disbelief. What the hell is he doing? His mind screamed as Wade began muttering more of the same, louder now, his hips moving with shameless intensity. Logan was absolutely, painfully aware of every inch of Wade’s body pressed against his. The rough grinding, the noises Wade made, the way his breath hitched with each movement. It was insane.

The guards looked horrified. Their faces contorted, visibly uncomfortable, not sure whether to turn around, stay and watch, or just pretend they hadn’t seen what was happening right before their eyes.

Wade was beyond incoherent at this point. He let out a louder moan, louder than anything Logan had ever heard, and Logan, still paralyzed, could only watch as Wade called out more filthy words, voice dripping with intention. “Ah, Logan... don’t stop... fuck, Logan, I—”

Logan’s head was spinning. His stomach churned with equal parts anger, confusion, and—despite himself—something else that he refused to acknowledge. But.. he didn’t want him to stop. Dammit.

The guards, clearly uncomfortable with the situation escalating faster than they could process, exchanged nervous glances. It wasn’t like they hadn’t seen something strange in their time, but this? This was new. They shuffled backward slowly, glancing at each other with wide, awkward eyes. The tension in the room was unbearable. It was like a palpable, physical thing now, thick and suffocating.

Wade, still grinding relentlessly, glanced up with a wicked smile. The guards were clearly at their breaking point. They turned as one, practically stumbling over each other as they bolted out of the cell, the door slamming shut with a loud clang behind them.

Logan, still frozen in place, couldn’t process what had just happened. His body was burning with a mix of adrenaline and shame. His heart was still pounding from the shock. His breath came in ragged gasps as he tried to make sense of it all. Did that just happen? Did Wade... did he actually just do that to get us out of this?

He stared down at Wade, who after what felt like an eternity, stopped moving. Wade’s body fell limp against him, breathing heavily, still pressed into Logan’s chest. For a moment, there was silence. Just the two of them, sitting in the dark, surrounded by the aftermath of whatever insane stunt Wade had just pulled off.

Logan could hardly find his voice. His throat was dry, his mouth still agape from the sheer absurdity of it all. “What the hell was that?” He finally managed to rasp, his words coming out much quieter than he intended. His hands were still gripping Wade’s sides, as if he couldn’t quite pull them away.

Wade, breathing heavily, looked up at him with an exaggerated, playful grin. “Oh, that?” He said, his voice still a little breathless. “Just a little distraction tactic. You know, get them flustered, make them forget why they’re here. Works every time.”

Logan gaped at him, stunned. “You... grinded on me to get them to leave?”

Wade gave a mock-offended gasp. “Is that really all you took away from this? I thought we were bonding, Logan. You were supposed to appreciate the effort I put into that. The passion!”

Logan’s face flushed bright red, and for once, he couldn’t even summon a snarky comeback. Instead, he just stared at Wade, utterly baffled. “Jesus Christ, Wade...” He muttered under his breath.

Wade, sensing his victory, relaxed against Logan, his head resting once more on Logan’s chest. “Hey, don’t be mad. It worked, didn’t it?”

Logan wanted to say something sharp, something to assert himself, but he was still so caught up in the absurdity of what just happened, the ridiculousness of it all, that all he could manage was a frustrated sigh. He wasn’t mad—well, not just mad—but the line between irritation and something else entirely had blurred somewhere between Wade’s grinding and those filthy words that still rang in his ears.
Wade’s voice was much softer now, teasing. “You know, you’re pretty easy to fluster, Logan. I could get used to this.”

Logan didn’t respond right away. He just kept staring ahead, still trying to process the situation. Wade had done it—he’d completely disrupted the guards and gotten them out of the cell. It worked. But god, Logan didn’t know whether to laugh or punch Wade in the face.

Wade grinned up at him, as if he knew exactly what Logan was thinking. And that, more than anything else, unsettled Logan even more.

Then, before Logan could think of a suitable response, Wade suddenly straightened up, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, by the way, I think I’m gonna need a little... celebration after that performance. You know, just to keep the spirits high before we get out of here.”

Logan's eyes widened, and he immediately regretted everything. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

Wade’s grin only widened. “Oh, I’m definitely not kidding.”

Logan was still trying to get a grip on the situation—mentally, emotionally, and physically—when Wade’s playful grin turned downright wicked. Logan’s body was tense beneath him, his shoulders rigid, his jaw clenched tight. He still couldn’t quite believe what Wade had just done to send the guards scrambling. But that disbelief turned into something else entirely when Wade’s weight shifted slightly, pressing their bodies together in a way that made Logan acutely aware of just how close they were.

And then Wade stilled. His mischievous grin morphed into a softer, more calculating smirk as he adjusted his hips. Logan’s breath hitched when he felt the unmistakable reaction his body was betraying, his erection pressing against Wade through the layers of clothing.

“Ohhhh.” Wade cooed, his voice teasing and delightfully smug. “What’s this, Logan? Is that for me?” He nuzzled his masked face into Logan’s neck, the rough fabric brushing against his sensitive skin. “Should I... keep going?”

Logan tensed even more, growling low in his throat, trying desperately to ignore the rush of heat spreading through his chest and down his spine. “Wade.” He growled, his voice a harsh warning. “Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare.” Please dare.

But Wade, as always, ignored the warning entirely. Instead, he chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against Logan’s neck. “Oh, but you’re so fun to mess with, Wolvie. Especially when you make it so damn obvious that you’re enjoying yourself.” His hips shifted again, just slightly, grinding their groins together with deliberate pressure.

Logan cursed under his breath, the sound breaking into a shaky moan before he could stop himself. His claws itched to extend, not to hurt Wade, but to regain some semblance of control. Except there was no control to be found here. Wade was in the driver’s seat, and Logan was just along for the chaotic ride.

“Son of a—” Logan growled, his voice rasping as his head fell back against the cold, stone wall. His body betrayed him again, shivering at the sensation of Wade’s movements. The heat between them was unbearable, and Wade’s relentless teasing was making it worse.

“Aw, is the big bad Wolverine shy?” Wade teased, his voice dropping to a low, almost seductive whisper. “Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty more where that came from.”

“Shut up, Wade.” Logan snapped, his voice hoarse and strained. “You’re insane.”

“And yet, here we are.” Wade countered cheerfully. He punctuated his words by rolling his hips again, pressing himself harder against Logan. Logan’s growl deepened, vibrating in his chest, and Wade froze for a moment, his body shuddering with an unexpected wave of arousal.

“Did you just growl?” Wade asked breathlessly, his voice tinged with excitement. He leaned back slightly, just enough to look Logan in the eye, though his face was still mostly obscured by his mask. “Oh, fuck. That was hot.”

Logan cursed again, his claws scraping faintly against the floor as he clenched his fists. “I swear to God, Wade—”
“Oh, please.” Wade interrupted, nuzzling back into Logan’s neck with a happy hum. “Swear to me, baby. Say my name while you’re at it.”

Logan snarled, his voice dangerously low. “You’re pushin’ your luck.”

“And yet you’re not stopping me.” Wade replied smugly. His hips moved again, grinding against Logan with a little more force this time, and Logan let out another shaky moan that he immediately tried to swallow down. “You don’t want me to stop.” He whispered.

He shifted again, testing Logan’s reaction, and grinned when Logan hissed through his teeth, his head tilting forward as if to hide his face.

Logan’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. His claws extended briefly, scraping against the stone wall behind him before retracting again. “You’re gonna regret this.” He muttered, though his voice lacked its usual bite.

“Doubt it.” Wade said cheerfully. He pressed closer, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring every reaction he managed to pull from Logan. “You’re so tense, Wolvie. Just let go a little. It’s not like anyone’s watching.”
Logan growled again, louder this time, his hands twitching against the chains that bound them together. The sound sent a shiver down Wade’s spine, and he let out a soft groan of his own, his hips stuttering slightly.

“Oh, that’s definitely doing it for me.” Wade admitted, his voice breathless but still laced with humor. “Growl for me again, Logan. Come on.”

“Shut up.” Logan snapped, though his voice cracked slightly, betraying the storm of emotions raging inside him. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He couldn’t believe he was letting it happen. And yet, he didn’t stop Wade. He didn’t even try to pull away.

Wade, ever the opportunist, took that as permission to keep going. He pressed his face into the crook of Logan’s neck, his breath warm against Logan’s skin. “You’re so grumpy.” He murmured, his tone teasing but soft. “But I like it. Makes it more fun when you finally let loose.”

“Fuck.” Logan hissed, his claws extending fully this time. He felt like he was losing his mind, trapped in this absurd situation with Wade’s relentless teasing and his own traitorous body working against him.
Wade pulled back slightly, just enough to look at Logan again, his eyes crinkling with amusement behind his mask. “You okay there, Wolvie? You look a little... overwhelmed.”

Logan glared at him, his chest heaving. “You’re an idiot.” He growled.
Wade grinned. “Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”

Before Logan could respond, the door to their cell creaked open, and the four guards stepped back inside. They froze in place when they saw the two of them, their expressions a mix of confusion and discomfort. Wade turned to look at them, his grin widening.

“Uh-oh.” He said cheerfully. “Looks like we’ve got company.” Wade hums, slowing down. “Don’t fucking stop.” Logan gasped.

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The door creaked open again, and the guards stepped cautiously into the dimly lit cell. Their boots echoed against the cold stone floor as they approached, clearly hoping to find Logan and Wade subdued enough to be transported without incident. But as their eyes adjusted to the dim light, they froze in their tracks, mouths agape.

What they walked in on was not the exhausted compliance they were expecting. Instead, Wade was grinding his hips down into Logan’s lap, his body moving with deliberate, rhythmic intensity. Logan’s head was buried in Wade’s shoulder, his face hidden, but the telltale red tips of his ears gave him away. Logan's rough breaths and low groans filled the cell, blending with Wade’s enthusiastic moans, creating a symphony of raw, shameless sound.

“Oh, fuck, Logan.” Wade gasped dramatically, his voice pitched loud enough to echo off the walls. His movements didn’t stop, if anything, they became more deliberate, his hips rolling in a way that was almost hypnotic. “Right there—yes! Don’t stop, baby. Don’t you dare stop.”

Logan growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against Wade’s chest as he thrust his hips upward, matching Wade’s rhythm with startling eagerness. His hands strained against the chains binding them, but there was no mistaking the heat in his movements. For once, Logan wasn’t fighting Wade’s antics. For once, he wasn’t trying to stop him.

The guards stood frozen, their faces a mix of horror, disbelief, and utter discomfort. One of them made a sound that was half a cough and half a strangled groan, clearly unsure whether to intervene or bolt from the room.

Wade, of course, noticed immediately. He turned his head to look at the guards, his eyes crinkling with amusement behind his mask as he smirked at them. “Oh, hey there, boys.” He said breathlessly, pausing his movements just long enough to make eye contact with each of them. “You, uh, wanna join in? Or are you just here to watch? 'Cause honestly, I don’t blame you. We’re magnificent, aren’t we?”

One of the guards sputtered incoherently, his face turning a shade of red that rivaled Logan’s ears. “W-what the hell—”

“Aw, don’t be shy.” Wade continued, his voice dripping with mock sincerity. He resumed grinding against Logan, making sure to let out an exaggerated moan for good measure. “There’s enough of me to go around. Logan here might not share, though. He’s a bit... possessive.”

Logan growled again, but this time it wasn’t directed at Wade. Instead, it was a primal, territorial sound that sent a shiver down Wade’s spine. “Shut up, Wade.” He muttered, his voice muffled against Wade’s shoulder. But his hips never stopped moving, his body responding instinctively to the friction and heat between them.

“See?” Wade said, his voice practically a purr. “He’s so into me. It’s kinda cute, right?”
“Enough!” One of the guards barked, though his voice wavered with uncertainty. “You two—just... stop that! Right now!”

“Oh, honey.” Wade said with a laugh, turning his head to nuzzle against Logan’s neck. “You’re gonna have to be more specific. What exactly do you want us to stop? The moaning? The grinding? The undeniable sexual tension?” He gasped theatrically, tilting his head back as if in the throes of passion. “You’ll have to be more specific if you want us to behave.”

The guard who had spoken looked like he was about to lose it. He gestured wildly to the others, clearly trying to decide on a course of action. “Just... grab them already! We need to take them to Cassandra.”

“Good luck with that.” Wade said cheerfully, his voice a sing-song mockery. He ground his hips down again, earning another low moan from Logan that made the guards shift uncomfortably. “Logan and I are having a moment here. You wouldn’t interrupt true love, would you?”

“Shut. Up.” One of the other guards snapped, his face pale but determined as he stepped forward.

Logan finally lifted his head from Wade’s shoulder, his amber eyes blazing as he glared at the approaching guard. “Back off.” He growled, his voice low and threatening. There was a rawness in his tone, a barely restrained edge that made even Wade pause for a moment.

The guard hesitated, his hand hovering over the hilt of his weapon. “We don’t have time for this.” He muttered, glancing at his companions. “Just knock them out if they don’t cooperate.”

“Oh, you wanna knock us out?” Wade said, his voice suddenly sharper, colder. He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing behind the mask. “Good luck with that, buddy.”
Before the guard could respond, Wade shifted his weight, his movements calculated this time. He leaned forward, pressing himself harder against Logan as he whispered, “Play along, Wolvie. Trust me.”

Logan’s growl deepened, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he tightened his grip on Wade as best he could within the confines of the chains. “You better know what you’re doin'.” He muttered.

“Oh, I always know what I’m doing,” Wade replied with a grin. Then, without warning, he threw his head back and let out the loudest, most dramatic moan yet. “YES, LOGAN! OH, GOD, YES!”

The guards recoiled, their expressions a mixture of disgust and alarm. One of them actually turned away, muttering something about needing a shower.

“Fuck this.” Another guard muttered, motioning to the others. “We’ll come back when they’ve... calmed down. Cassandra can wait.”

Wade smirked triumphantly as the guards shuffled out of the cell, slamming the door shut behind them. He waited a beat, listening to their retreating footsteps, before turning to Logan with a satisfied grin. “And that’s how it’s done.”

Logan stared at him, his face a mix of disbelief, frustration, and lingering arousal. “You’re insane.”

“Yeah.” Wade said with a shrug. “But I’m also brilliant.” He shifted slightly, still straddling Logan’s lap, and grinned when Logan let out a soft grunt. “So... you wanna pick up where we left off, or—”

Logan groaned, tilting his head back against the wall. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” Wade replied, his grin widening. “Admit it, Logan. You had fun.”
Logan growled again, but this time there was no mistaking the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’re lucky I don’t rip your head off.”

“Aw, you say the sweetest things.” Wade said, leaning in to nuzzle Logan’s neck again. “Now, let’s figure out how to get out of these chains before the guards come back with actual reinforcements.”

Logan sighed heavily, but he didn’t push Wade away. Instead, he muttered, “You’ve got five minutes, Wade. Then I’m takin’ charge.”

Wade’s grin turned positively wicked. “Oh, Logan. You can take charge anytime you want.”

It was one of those inexplicable miracles—or catastrophes, depending on how one looked at it—that Logan and Wade had managed to free themselves from the chains. The how of it remained a mystery. Wade claimed it was his "genius ingenuity," while Logan suspected it was more likely dumb luck and Wade’s erratic thrashing. Either way, they were now untethered and free to move about the cell. Not that it mattered much.

The cell was impenetrable—thick walls reinforced with God-knows-what and no windows to speak of. The door was heavily fortified, and even Logan’s adamantium claws wouldn’t be enough to break through without bringing every guard in the building down on them.

Logan paced the length of the cell, his frustration growing with each step. “There’s gotta be a way outta this.” He muttered, his claws itching to spring out.

Wade, on the other hand, wasn’t even pretending to care about escape anymore. He sat cross-legged on the grimy mattress in the corner, his mask pulled halfway up to reveal his mouth. He was chewing on something suspiciously crunchy, which Logan decided he didn’t want to question.

“Logan.” Wade said suddenly, his voice taking on a whiny, almost childlike tone.
Logan stopped pacing and turned to glare at him. “What?”

Wade flopped back dramatically on the mattress, his arms spread wide. “I’m bored.”

“We’re trapped in a cell, Wade.” Logan snapped. “There’s no time to be bored. We need a plan.”

“I’ve got a plan.” Wade said, propping himself up on his elbows. Logan raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Oh, yeah? Let’s hear it.”

Wade grinned. “We fuck.”

Logan blinked. “We what?”

“You heard me, handsome.” Wade said, waggling his eyebrows. He rolled onto his side, propping his head up with one hand. “We’re stuck here, with nothing to do, no guards breathing down our necks... Seems like the perfect opportunity for a little stress relief.”

Logan’s face turned red—again—a reaction Wade was starting to enjoy far too much. “You’re insane.” Logan growled, though his voice lacked its usual bite, and the erection in his pants doing little to hide his arousal.

“C’mon, Logan.” Wade said, his tone turning soft and coaxing. He pushed himself up off the mattress and walked over to where Logan was standing, his movements surprisingly graceful. “You’ve been eyeing me for months. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

Logan took a step back, but Wade followed, closing the distance between them until they were chest to chest. Wade placed a gloved hand on Logan’s shoulder, his head tilted up to look at him. “Just admit it. You want me.”

Logan opened his mouth to retort, but the words caught in his throat. Wade’s gaze was intense, the usual manic energy in his eyes replaced with something... earnest. “Wade...” Logan’s voice was low, a warning.

Wade took that as a challenge. He leaned in, pressing his body against Logan’s as he whispered. “Don’t fight it, Logan. You want this as much as I do.”

Before Logan could argue, Wade reached up and pulled his mask off completely, tossing it aside. His scarred face was bare, vulnerable, and Logan found himself staring despite himself.

“Please.” Wade said softly, his voice losing its usual bravado. “I need this. We need this.”

Logan growled, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He wanted to push Wade away, to deny the pull he felt toward him, but he couldn’t. Wade’s body was warm against his, his touch grounding, and Logan found himself giving in.

“Damn it.” Logan muttered before grabbing Wade by the waist and pulling him close. Wade grinned triumphantly as Logan walked them backward toward the mattress. “Knew you couldn’t resist me.” He teased, though his voice was breathless. “Shut up.” Logan growled, pushing Wade down onto the dirty mattress.

Wade gasped as his back hit the thin padding, his grin widening. “Oh, Logan.” He said dramatically. “You sure know how to sweep a guy off his feet.”

Logan didn’t dignify that with a response. He knelt between Wade’s legs, his hands already moving to the zipper of Wade’s suit.

“Finally.” Wade breathed, his hands gripping the edges of the mattress as Logan tugged the zipper down.

Logan’s movements were rough but precise, his hands calloused and firm as he pulled the fabric away to reveal Wade’s scarred skin. Logan hesitated for a moment, his gaze softening as he took in the sight before him.

“Don’t..” Wade said quietly, his usual humor gone. “Don’t look at me like that.”

Logan met his eyes, his expression unreadable. “Like what?”

“Like you’re about to say something sappy,” Wade replied, his voice wavering slightly. “Just... don’t.”

Logan didn’t respond. Instead, he leaned down, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to Wade’s neck. Wade shivered beneath him, his hands clutching at Logan’s shoulders.
“Logan.” Wade whispered, his voice breaking.

“Shut up, Wade.” Logan murmured against his skin.

Wade let out a shaky laugh, his hands moving to grip the mattress again as Logan’s touch grew more insistent.
When Logan finally pushed his cock into him, Wade’s head fell back against the mattress, his mouth open in a silent scream. He gripped the edges of the mattress tightly, his body arching up to meet Logan’s.

“Fuck.” Logan growled, his voice low and guttural as he started thrusting in and out, keeping a steady rhythm.

Wade bit his lip, struggling to keep his voice down as pleasure coursed through him. “Logan.” He gasped, his fingers digging into the fabric beneath him. “Don’t stop.”

Logan didn’t.