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(1)

Wade would say it all started off rather innocent, but that’d be a lie. Nothing he does is innocent – accidental, yeah sometimes, like in this case, but not innocent. And where Wade is standing it’s Logan who starts it, anyway. Sue him for making the most of it.

It’s a Wednesday, because of course all good things happen on Wednesdays. Wednesdays are for taco casserole and fighting crime. Since the whole thing with TVA, every Wednesday and Saturday a castaway superhero (or supervillain, or a morally ambiguous Deadpool variant) slips through from the Void to their Earth and it’s up to Deadpool and Wolverine to get them back to the TVA.

They are getting paid generously, of course. Part of Wade thinks the TVA is doing it on purpose, to give them something to do so they don’t get ideas and accidentally re-fuck the timeline, but he doesn’t exactly mind – it gives them a routine, a weekly schedule, and a reason to sometimes shoot and claw things with a permission.

It’s a rough one, took them a few more hours than usual, and Wade gets his whole arm ripped off by the end of it. They walk back home, Logan holding Wade’s arm against his empty shoulder to help it heal faster and Wade moans in pain the whole way, just to be annoying and hard to deal with.

(“It’s not gonna heal any fuckin’ faster that way, moron,” Logan says to him, and Wade does a one-handed cheer, feeling like he’s accomplished exactly what he wanted.)

It’s late at night when they return home, sweaty and still jittering full of adrenaline. Logan excuses himself immediately, stealing the first turn on the shower, leaving Wade to pet Mary Puppins on the kitchen floor, surrounded by the sweet, sweet smell of taco casserole on the stove.

Wednesdays are Al’s knitting group nights, so the only noises in the whole apartment are Dogpool’s panting and the shower being turned on.

Wade lets himself lull to the calming sound of water running, leaning his back to the kitchen cabinets. He is exhausted in the most perfect way, and if he allowed himself to, he’d even think that he is happy with how everything has turned out – he did not get the girl at the end, nor Thor crying on his body, but a secret third thing. And he dares to think he likes it the most.

Wade lets out a long, content sigh.

At the same time, there’s a groan from the other side of the wall. Wade’s breath catches and he stops to listen, turning his face towards the locked bathroom door.

That’s –, huh.

Another groan, and Wade is now sure of what he is hearing. Logan is not groaning out of pain, no, he’s groaning out of pleasure, over and over again. And Wade bets it’s not just the water pressure making him let out those devilish sounding moans.

Wade scoots closer to the bathroom wall, holding his breath.

He has a theory, okay. He needs to be sure before deciding how to proceed.

A longer, low moan.

Wade can’t help but to find it fascinating, almost exciting. His cock twitches in interest, agreeing with his brain.

“Fuck,” Wade whispers as he hears another low moan.

Now, he has a few options here – he could leave the room and ignore whatever is happening on the other side of the wall. He could also stay there, see how long it takes for Logan to finish to come up with a joke or two to tell once he’s out of the bathroom. Or he could stay right there, listen, and give to his body what it clearly wants.

The last option makes Wade’s cock ache. You can’t blame a guy! Anyone would get hard from the mental image of Wolverine jerking off.

It’s a split-second decision for Wade to cover Dogpool’s eyes with his hand and zip down his suit form his crotch with the other. It’s been so warm lately that there is nothing under his attire, and Wade’s hand wanders to his cock immediately.

Another moan. Wade can’t help but imagine Logan, leaning on the bathroom wall with a hand on his, let’s be real, massive cock. He can’t help but to imagine Logan’s hand on Wade’s dick, making those devilish moans come out of Wade’s mouth instead.

His eyes slip closed, and he listens as Logan’s moans get more erratic. He imagines Logan’s face, wonders if his eyebrows are scrunched in the same way as they are when he focuses on something really hard. Wade imagines Logan’s hand getting faster, jerking off the whole length of his cock under the steaming water, and, oh yeah, Wade is sure this was the best option.

His own hand is working fast, matching the speed of Logan’s groans.

Wade can hear the exact moment Logan comes – a deep moan, followed by a small thud, probably from Logan’s head hitting the wall.

It’s that image of Logan, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm, that makes Wade reach his high and with a shudder of his hips and a shaky moan, he’s coming as well.

Wade feels completely destroyed, the post-orgasm guilt taking only a few short moments to set in.

He gives himself until the shower turns off to breathe, and then zips his suit back on. He gets up from the floor just in time to turn away from Logan coming out of the bathroom, and if Logan sees the flush creeping up his neck, he doesn’t comment on it.

Wade busies himself to wash the cum off his hands at the kitchen sink.

“The shower’s free,” Logan says casually.

“Yup!” Wade answers, high-pitched. He breathes out, and then says, “Reheat the food?”

“Sure,” Logan says, and Wade turns around to flash him a grateful smile, and then slips into the bathroom.

He’s going to hell with images of Wolverine jerking off taking up 90 percent of his brain. Great. At least there’s taco casserole.

(2)

Wade can’t stop thinking about it. Can’t help but to imagine what Logan’s cock looks like under his jeans, can’t help but to stay a hearing distance away from the bathroom every time Logan showers. He is completely, utterly ruined, seeking for it to happen again.

Wade wonders if a lobotomy would work with his healing factor, or if it would just get reversed immediately.

His eyes linger on Logan’s crotch enough times that he has for sure noticed. He’s fixated, and stops thinking about it only whenever the guilt makes an appearance and washes the thoughts away.

And it would be so fine if it was only the thought of Logan jerking off that sends Wade into a spiral, but after a couple of days it starts being other things, too – Logan answering his quip with almost the matching amount of wit, Logan punching his shoulder whenever Wade says something stupid, Logan telling him to shut up. Even Logan using his claws to open a very stubborn bag of candy makes Wade’s body react.

It’s fucking ridiculous, and Wade is sure it’s going to be the death of him.

He thinks about what Logan would say if Wade brought it up to him, but stops immediately at the thought of starting a conversation with, Hey, can you please have your hand on your dick somewhere I can see asap, because I am lowkey obsessed with the thought of you getting an orgasm since I listened to you jerk off two days ago.

He would rather get blown up to atoms, thank you very much.

It gets to the point where Wade has a raging boner watching Logan lounge on the couch, watching tv snd absentmindedly throwing a dog toy with one hand and grabbing it with another. Wade follows with his eyes how Logan’s fingers wrap around the toy, over and over again.

Throw, catch, repeat.

Throw, catch.

Throw, catch.

“I’m gonna shower,” Wade announces to no one. The apartment isn’t big enough to deal with his very apparent, growing problem anywhere else.

Logan answers with a hum, but doesn’t take his eyes off the tv.

Wade takes his sweet time taking his clothes off, then waiting for the water to be warm enough to actually step under, before letting his hand find his erection.

He lets out a whiny sigh the moment there’s contact.

Vanessa, he tries to think, but somehow it turns into Logan, Logan, Logan, and Wade isn’t sure why he even tried anything else.

It’s not the same, but imagining Logan’s hands on him is getting Wade close embarrassingly quick. He tries to draw it out, make it last as long as possible—

A knock on the bathroom door. Wade drops his hand.

“Wade?” Logan is calling. “I really need to piss.”

It’s not uncommon for them. The apartment is small, they all have places to be sometimes. There’s a shower curtain, it shouldn’t be a big deal.

Wade is unable to breathe. He takes a few seconds, then at least two more.

“If you wanted to see me naked so bad you could've just asked!” Wade calls back, proud of how normal he is able to sound. He adds a bit more bite to the next words, “If you ask veeeeery nicely.”

“Piss off, Wade, I’m gonna break the door if you don’t let me in,” Logan answers, and Wade can hear him pull out the claws. He needs to stop using them for everything, Wade thinks, but probably not for the right reasons.

Wade takes a calming breath, then stares at his dick – it’s leaking precum and standing very, very proud. Wade would think that’s great in any other situation.

If he could just wish it down.

There should be no shame, everyone has needs, but Wade feels a blush creep down his neck at the thought of Logan seeing him like this.

His cock twitches, like the traitor it is.

“Okay, okay, keep your fucking dick in your pants!” Wade says as he turns off the shower and hops from the slightly raised platform.

“Kinda defeats the point of having to come into the bathroom to piss,” Logan is saying at the same time as Wade clicks the lock open. Wade hops right back into the shower, pulling the shower curtain closed, and listens to Logan step inside the cramped bathroom.

Wade turns the shower back on and yelps at how cold the water has gotten. “Shit!”

“You okay in there?” Logan sounds amused.

“Fuck off, pisshead,” Wade answers simply, can’t come up with anything else. It’s really not the place to start making conversation.

Logan laughs at that, and Wade decides to busy himself with the shower. His cock feels angry against his lower stomach, red and warm and so annoyingly reactive to every sound Logan makes.

Wade dares to pay attention to it once Logan starts washing his hands. He presses a hand back to his cock, and two things happen simultaneously: Wade lets out a loud hiss as his back hits the wall, and Logan stops dead in his tracks.

Wade suppresses a groan.

The silence in the bathroom could be cut with a knife. Wade doesn’t dare to breathe, but lets his hand move quietly against the length of his erection.

Logan’s voice is dry when he asks, “You hurt?”

Wade is breathless when he answers, “No, shit,” followed by a tiny moan. Wade’s breath hitches and he slams a hand against his mouth.

“You jerkin’ off?” is the next question, Logan’s voice still as dry as before, but there’s a hint of something in there. An edge. Wade can’t quite place it.

“Yes, fuck!” Wade answers, because what else is he going to say? Deny it? “News flash, Mister Wolverine isn’t the only one jerking off in this shower. You got me.”

Wade can’t bring himself to make a joke, to ask Logan if he’d like to join him under the streaming water, or tell Logan to piss off. It’s almost shameful how broken he is after being caught in the act.

There’s shuffling on the other side of the curtain and then Logan asks, “You heard me?”

Wade keeps palming himself, slow and deliberate. He feels overwhelmed with lust, thinking back on listening to Logan. “Yeah,” he answers.

The next question surprises Wade more than it probably should, given that Logan is still there. It’s enough to draw another breathy moan out of him. “You liked it?”

Wade can’t think clearly enough to make out if Logan is making fun of him or if he is genuinely interested. Wade considers not answering, but his shaky moans would give him away as quick as an answer does.

“Yeah,” he says again.

More shuffling, and Wade is almost certain he hears the zipper of Logan’s jeans. He groans.

“Want to know what I was thinking?” Logan asks, and now his voice is low and kind of out of breath. Wade nods, before he realizes that Logan can’t see him. Logan continues, anyway, “I was thinking of you, bitching and moaning the whole way home like the attention starved prick you are. How I wanted you to hear the stage you’d put me in. I was loud just for you.”

“Oh, shit.” Wade’s hand moves faster, his knees buckling and eyes focused on the shower curtain in front of him. He can hear Logan moving, and can hear the contact of skin on skin.

“I knew you’d like it,” Logan says, then. “You, always loud and trying to get a reaction out of me.”

“Yes,” Wade whispers, broken, “please.”

A moment of silence, just the sound of the shower running and sharp inhales, and then Logan lets out a tiny groan and Wade’s knees almost give out.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.” Wade is trembling.

Wade can hear Logan’s hand on his cock clearly now, the movements fastening with Wade’s breathing. Wade is so close, but wanting to make the moment last, forcing himself to match Logan’s speed and letting out desperate, tiny whines with every stroke.

Logan is not even close to being as loud as he was before, but Wade lets himself get lost in the small groans he lets out.

“I’m close,” Wade breathes out, his whole body shuddering. “Logan.”

“Come for me, bub,” Logan is saying, “C’mon, Wade.”

Wade’s orgasm hits him fast and hard, making him grip hard on the hot water pipe to not fall over. He’s very aware of the loud moan coming out of his mouth, aware of how desperate and completely shredded he sounds.

“Fuck, bub, the mouth on you,” he hears Logan say, can hear how his breaths are getting short and strokes faster.

Wade wants to see, needs to see, but can’t bring himself to do it.

“Fuck,” Logan groans, and then with a shaky moan it sounds like he’s coming as well.

Wade doesn’t dare to say anything for a few, very long minutes, while both of them catch their breaths. What would he even say, Wade doesn’t know, thanks for the mutual masturbation sesh, let’s do it again sometime?

No, but what Wade does know is that orgasms are completely, utterly ruined for him. He doesn’t think he can jerk off alone anymore – where’s the fun, the guilt, the excitement in that?

Wade can hear Logan shuffling, adjusting his clothes. Wade doesn’t let out the laugh that tries to bubble from his chest.

“Have a great rest of the shower,” Logan says, that edge back in his words, and disappears through the door leaving Wade to lean on the bathroom wall.

So incredibly ruined.

(3)

Saturday.

Another superpowered entity has slipped through the cracks in the Void. Or being let loose, Wade insists to Wolverine next to him, while they stalk off to the metro station.

They haven’t talked about whatever the hell happened yesterday, and Wade likes it that way – he’s been way more relaxed since and Logan hasn’t made any remarks or shown that he would’ve been uncomfortable, so Wade has no reason to feel guilt anymore.

The entity turns out to be a Deadpool variant, Ladypool, and Logan seems delighted to force his claws right through the variant after a short, almost boring fight. They hop through a portal to TVA like that: Wolverine carrying Ladypool with one hand, claws through her stomach.

The real trouble, as it seems to be, comes after they leave TVA.

(“You guys need to get more creative with what you let through the cracks,” Wade complains to the TVA employee as they are walking out, “because the amount of Deadpool variants is getting boring!”

“Not to me,” Logan comments.)

Wade notices the trouble immediately – walking behind them, clearly trying to hide in the shadows, blend in with the crowded street.

Logan has noticed, too. Wade nods towards towards a close-by alleyway and Logan shrugs, as if to say, Yeah, whatever.

“Do we have time to place bets?” Wade asks casually, leading Logan through the dim-lit alley. “C’mon, humour me here. Void or our world?”

Logan rolls his eyes. “Yours,” he answers.

“Ouch, unnecessary! Yours, too, big guy.”

Logan doesn’t answer, but it might also be because he doesn’t have the time to.

“Surprise!” someone says behind them, and the alley is filled with something resembling smoke – except it’s pink, and smells like flowers.

Intermission from Wade – he sometimes really hates fanfic authors. Pink, flowery gas, really?

Logan goes down first, and Wade follows suit very soon after. His head hits the stone wall halfway. Ouch, indeed.

He must pass out, because next time he opens his eyes, he’s been tied together with Logan, their backs to each other and the mysterious character standing to his right with his back turned. They’ve moved from the alleyway to what looks like an average apartment – yeah, it has post-it notes on every surface, and a map on the wall with pins all over the city, but otherwise it looks extremely ordinary.

Okay, maybe ordinary is a strong word to use, Wade decides as he sees a wall covered completely in clocks. That’s a bit weird, but he guesses everyone has their fixations. Wade’s being Logan’s moans, apparently, while this guy’s are clocks and post-it notes.

“Okay, then,” Wade says, “interesting development.”

“Nice of you to finally join us,” Logan grunts. “Bet was a miss.”

Wade looks at their kidnapper. “Neither, then?” he asks.

“Third option,” Logan agrees. “I wouldn’t recommend moving a lot, it’ll get worse.”

Wade frowns under his mask. What’ll get worse? He’s not feeling any pain, nothing particularly unusual. He shifts to test it out, and immediately hisses.

Oh.

Oh.

He’s hard. A raging, very apparent boner.

Right. Now that he’s aware of it, it feels almost painful. And judging by Logan’s words, it’s not hard to guess he’s having the same problem. Either both of them really enjoy being tied up, or –

“Sex pollen?” he guesses.

“That’s what he said.” Wade feels Logan jerk his head towards the guy. Even that is too much movement, and Wade needs to focus really hard to not react to it in any way.

“Who is he, anyway?” Wade asks.

The guy turns around and Wade can’t help but let out a laugh. Staring right at him is Paradox – and damn, the weeks away from TVA have really put some years on him. He looks tired, and rough, but his eyes are glimmering with something that Wade could recognize as sweet revenge. He would know all about that, after all.

“Ooookay,” Wade says, taking a dramatic moment to wait if Paradox will say something, maybe announce his reasoning, masterplan, whatever. When nothing comes, Wade continues to fill the silence, “I thought we were friends, babygirl! Like, yeah, sure, we got you fired from your job, but girl. Sex pollen? What’s the plan with that, anyway? How did you even get that? Wait, are you also hiding a great, big boner under those too-big suit pants of yours?”

“Shut up,” Paradox says.

“No, hold on, I’ve always wanted to have a threesome – is that your plan here? If you wanted my mutant dick in you, you coulda just asked!”

“No, jesus,” Paradox answers, shaking his head, “No.”

“Aww,” Wade quips. “Too bad. No, seriously, are you hard as well?”

Paradox momentarily looks like he’s regretting bringing Wade there. Then, “If you really need to know, it only works once per person. So, no, I’m not.”

Wade and Logan seem to realise what that means at the exact same moment, because Logan snorts and Wade lets out a loud, “Ha!”

“Oh, sweetums, you’re making it really hard for me to not imagine you getting dicked down, right now,” Wade continues his chatter. “When was it? How long did it take for you to deal with it? Tell us everything!”

“Shut up!” Paradox says again. “No one likes listening to your big fucking mouth. Do us a favor and shut the fuck up, for once.”

Wade shuts up, and deliberately turns his head to face the wall with that huge city map.

“Thank you, God, you’re so fucking annoying,” Paradox says.

“Why are we here?” Logan asks.

“You got me fired!” Paradox yells. “I’ve got nothing, fucking nada, and they didn’t even let me go to my own Earth. Stuck here, in this stupid, fucking world with the one Deadpool that hasn’t been fucking put in the Void where he belongs. God, it stinks.”

“Um, hello? Rude,” Wade mumbles. “Get some bedside manners, jeez.”

“So, what’s your plan, here?” Logan asks. Wade can hear a hint of roughness in Logan’s voice – not to mention that he sounds impatient. Wade turns his masked face back towards Paradox to hear what he has to answer.

“Well, first of all, you can’t really fight me with those,” Paradox nods his head towards Wade’s crotch, “so I’ve got you tightly where I want you. Secondly, well, I haven’t really got that far yet. Need to figure it out, I have time.”

“Great plan,” Logan says.

“Thank you,” Paradox answers. Don’t they have sarcasm in his world? “Now, I’m just going to pop to the store to get something I need for you two! Don’t go anywhere –, oh wait. You can’t.”

Wade feels Logan shift as Paradox retreats from the apartment. For a while, they both stay quiet.

“So,” Wade starts, when the silence gets too much. “You’ve got any great ideas?”

“Get out, kill him, go home?” Logan offers, shifting again. “If I could just, fuck –,”

Every shift is agonising, making Wade feel like he’s going to pop any minute now.

“Can’t you just, you know,” Wade makes a slicing sound with his mouth, “us out of these?”

A beat of silence, and then Logan, very quietly, says, “Too fucking hard for that.”

Wade isn’t sure he’s heard correctly. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Logan growls, “can’t get the claws out.”

“Shit,” Wade answers simply.

“Yeah,” Logan agrees. “You can’t do anything?”

Wade ponders it for a moment. Technically, he could – his whole body is begging him to, as well. He has a knife in his left boot, if he could just reach there. “I don’t think we’ll be the only ones getting free if I do.”

Logan coughs. The slight movement goes straight into Wade’s cock. “Fuck it,” Logan says, then. “Work with me, here?” And then he’s shifting, moving against the restraints to give them more space.

“Logan –, shit,” Wade warns him, “I’m fucking close, so if you keep doing that, I’m gonna –,”

“Yeah, same,” Logan says. “Do we have other options?”

“Oh,” Wade says.

“Just fucking move, okay?”

Wade thinks it might be one of the least sexy ways he’s ever gotten off – the two of them, unceremoniously moving against the rope holding them together, Wade’s head laid back on Logan’s neck. Logan is letting out those low groans Wade has already gotten familiar with, and Wade’s pretty sure he himself hasn’t stopped whimpering the whole time. It doesn’t matter it isn’t sexy, it’s still fucking good.

Wade comes with a surpised, “Shit!” followed by Logan’s low groan. They take a moment to breathe together.

“You think you can get lovely, little claws out, now?” Wade asks between his breaths. “I don’t know how long the pollen lasts, but if I know anything, the effects won’t leave with just one time.”

A sound of claws. Wade turns his head to see Logan’s other arm work to get them out.

It’s going straight to his groin. Wade ignores that in favor of helping Logan, wiggling a bit to hopefully get out as soon as possible.

They hear the front door open just as the ropes fall to the floor. Wade and Logan share a look, and jump up.

Paradox drops the bag of groceries. “You nasty fucks,” he whispers.

Wade grins. “You know me so well, sweetie.”

(4)

They end up wrapping Paradox up with his own ropes – fighting him turning out to be extremely easy once they are free. It’s like he’s given up the minute they start, and, oh well, a win is a win, Wade supposes.

He can feel the warmth pooling in his stomach, how the pollen is working it’s hardest to get Wade’s little friend back up, and curses the tight leather suit. He’s warm, and extremely horny, and extremely aware of Logan having the same problem right beside him. Logan’s problem being even more apparent, judging by the bulge Wade manages to catch a glimpse of.

When they throw Paradox to the ground, unconscious and wrapped tightly to make sure he can’t move at all if he is to wake up, Wade asks, “So, what do we do with him?” and flops to sit on the couch.

Logan drops to sit next to him, and shrugs. “TVA?” he suggests. “Or just, I don’t know, the fucking police?”

“We could just kill him,” Wade proposes. “A little killing never hurt nobody.”

Logan raises an eyebrow at that. Wade raises his hands.

“Fine, fine. TVA?”

“Sounds good to me,” Logan agrees.

They stare at each other for a moment, and then Wade shakes his head.

“I can’t go to TVA like this,” he says, waving a hand in front of his crotch. Logan’s eyes linger on him a bit longer than needed. “They’re going to laugh us out, think that tying people up makes us just really horny. No way.”

Logan bursts out laughing, leaning on the backrest of the couch. It’s a surprising sound, but not unwelcomed.

“Don’t we?” Logan asks, then, to make it even better.

Wade gapes, but musters himself up quickly. “Talk for yourself, peanut, but this meat’s only getting up for the most normal things.”

“Oh, yeah?” Logan asks. “I could recall a few scenarios proving otherwise.”

“Shut up,” Wade says. It comes out weaker than intended, and Logan snorts.

The air around them shifts, gets filled with sexual tension, making it almost impossible for Wade to think properly. He could fully blame it on the pollen, but that’d be a great, big lie – he is surprisingly clear minded when it comes to what he wants. And having Logan sat next to him with a very clear hard-on, knowing he’s struggling with the same heat and need.

Well. As established, Wade’s only a guy. And Logan makes really sweet noises when he comes.

“We could deal with it, first,” Wade sets forth casually, eyes lingering on Logan’s crotch. “Just two friends, dealing with the same problem, y’know?”

Logan looks amused, not at all surprised, and not very opposed either. Wade can see Logan’s mouth open to breathe in, follows as Logan’s hand inches towards his cock.

“You think that’ll be enough?” Logan asks. “To get rid of the pollen?”

He wants to say that just finally seeing Logan’s hand on his cock is going to be enough for Wade, but instead just nods. Logan’s eyes are filled with knowledge.

Wade brings his hand to his crotch.

“Take your mask off,” Logan says, then. Wade stops.

“Wha–?”

Logan rolls his eyes. “I want to see your face. I know you’ve wanted to see me, so let me see you.”

Wade’s hands are shaky when he moves to remove his mask. At the same time, Logan is zipping down the Wolverine suit with his hand, eyes on Wade as he’s doing it. If it started off accidental, this isn’t even close to being accidental anymore. Logan’s hands are moving slowly, and Wade is following every motion hungrily, palming the front of his suit with his own hand.

“That’s right, bub,” Logan murmurs, and Wade’s breath catches.

It’s incredibly intense, watching as Logan pulls out his cock and starts jerking it with slow motions. Wade knows Logan’s eyes are on his face, but Wade’s eyes are staring at the sight in front of him – Logan is huge, already leaking precum, mixing in with the cum from their last round.

“C’mon, let me see your cock as well,” Logan tells him, and at the back of Wade’s mind he realizes Logan is giving directions. He’s not going to let Wade come just by watching.

Wade fumbles with the zipper to get his cock out in his hand. He accidentally lets the tip graze his suit, and lets out a whiny moan. “Fuck,” he hisses.

“Not this time,” Logan says casually. “Don’t know a lot about sex pollen, but I do know that we ain’t in the mindset to consent.”

Wade moans at that, broken. He manages to think, for a split second, that Paradox could get back to his senses at any point, and that they are in an apartment that’s not theirs and that it is all just incredibly fucked up, but that all gets buried by the pleasure.

He’s aware that he’s gawking at Logan, his eyes wide and his mouth turned slightly up in satisfaction, but nothing could get him to look away from the image in front of him – Logan is working up and down his cock with a great determination, his hips bucking up every now and then as his finger graces the tip. His face is scrunched in concentration, and he is looking straight back at Wade with lust in his eyes and a slightly open mouth.

“You could –,” Wade starts, clearing his throat, “tell me?”

“Tell you what, exactly?” Logan asks.

“How we’d, fuck, do it,” Wade answers. He’s still only slightly meddling with his own erection, eyes fixated on Logan.

Logan hums. “Is that what you need?”

“I need –,” Wade starts, and then realizes he doesn’t quite know himself, so the sentence cuts off short and the room is filled with just heavy breathing instead.

Logan’s movements get slower. “What do you need, bub?” he asks, voice tight but reassuring.

Wade lets out a broken sob. “Talk to me?”

“Alright,” Logan says, “yeah. Whatever you need, Wade.”

Wade’s chest fills with gratefulness.

“Okay, bub, let’s just start slowly,” Logan starts speaking, low and calculating. “Take your cock in your hand, properly, there you go.”

Wade’s fingers wrap around his sensitive length. “Slowly, work with me,” Logan says, and his hand is back in motion. Wade forces himself to follow the lead, match the speed of Logan’s hand. “You’re doing so good for me, Wade. Speed up, I know you like it faster. I’d even go as far as to say you like it when it gets painfully fast –, just let it happen.”

Wade follows the directions given to him blindly, works his hand up and down, faster, his breath hitching with every stroke of his familiar hand. Logan is doing the same, now following whatever Wade is doing.

“Good,” Logan says, his voice dry, “perfect. I know you’re close. Let it go, it’ll help, bud.”

“Fuck,” Wade whispers, “keep going.”

“Come for me,” Logan says, “I want to see you, I want to hear you, I know you can be louder than this. Let it go.”

Wade lets himself get lost in the words, his eyes slipping closed to focus on the sounds. He can hear Logan let out those groans Wade’s gotten a teaser of before, but it’s still not enough. Wade can’t bring himself to reach the high, he can’t –

“More,” he whispers, “I need more.”

“Oh, fuck it,” Logan is saying, and then Wade can feel himself get yanked closer to Logan by the labels. Wade opens his eyes wide just in time to see Logan crash their lips in a bruising kiss.

Wade’s eyelids slip right back over his eyes, and he moans against Logan’s mouth, feels Logan’s teeth sink into his lower lip. He listens to the sound of Logan jerking himself off, erratic and the whole couch shaking with his body. Logan is breathing into Wade’s mouth, and Wade feels the moment Logan comes, the warm cum spilling on Wade’s hands and cock – and then Wade is spilling all over himself, as well, the orgasm hitting him hard, making him see stars behind his eyelids. Wade whines, long and high-pitched, and Logan swallows it with his mouth, kisses him until there’s no sounds left in him.

Wade expects Logan to retreat, but instead he falls right on top of Wade like a heavy blanket. Their cocks are touching, and Logan is slowly grinding them together to ride the orgasm out.

“Shit,” Wade whispers. Logan’s head is nestled on his neck. “We need to do this again.”

Logan barks out a laugh.

Turns out, that was enough for the sex pollen to stop affecting them – Wade is not surprised, but slightly disappointed.

Paradox wakes up halfway to the TVA, and just mumbles about how Wade and Logan reek of sex, and that he’s going to get them one day. They drop off Paradox to the lobby, don’t stay there to tell them why and what had happened – Wade just informs them that Paradox would be a lot more safe in the void, because if they got their hands on him again, they would kill him – and get back home.

Home is quiet, calm, and Wade flops on the pull-out mattress after changing from his suit, even though it’s Logan’s week on the pull-out and his bed is a flimsy air mattress on the floor next to it. It’s probably closer to the morning, based on the tiny rays of sunshine hitting the living room, and Wade feels wasted.

Logan falls to the mattress next to him, and they fall asleep almost immediately.

(5)

Wade wakes up sweaty, Logan plastered against his back, his hand wrapped around Wade’s waist and Wade’s first thought is, oh my god, I’m cuddling Wolverine. His second thought is something less innocent, and he voices it out loud: “Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just really happy to see me?”

Wade’s voice is still rough and sleepy, and his head is pounding. He wonders if it’s all just after symptoms of the pollen – the cock pressed against his ass, and the warmth pooling in his own lower stomach.

“Good morning,” Logan answers, disregarding Wade’s comment.

“Mornin’,” Wade answers. He wants to turn around to face Logan, but he can’t bring himself to do it. His mind is whirling, going back and forth between this is so weird and this is so right.

He’s not thought Logan romantically, not dared to, before right now – he has purely kept those thoughts down with want and lust, but thinking back on Logan’s words last night and the kiss, the way they are so casually plastered against each other on the bed. Maybe that’s something Wade wants.

The realization isn’t as scary as he’s feared.

“Soooo,” Wade drags the word out, “Is that still the pollen, do you think?”

He’s fishing, and they both know it. Logan still decides to indulge him. “Nah. You’re right, I’m just happy to see you.”

Wade hates his body reacting immediately – his breath catches in his throat and his cock twitches. He’s weak.

He doesn’t know how to approach the topic.

“God, for someone with an ego that big, you’re incredibly slow,” Logan mumbles into his ear. “Yes, I am incredibly fucking hard, and no, it’s not because of the goddamn sex pollen. It’s because my dick has been pressed against your ass for the past two hours, and believe it or not, I am just a guy.”

“That’s it?” Wade asks. “Help me out here, sweet.” Fishing, again.

“No, stupid,” Logan says. “Do I need to kiss you again to make it clear to you, dumbass?”

Wade thinks about it really hard, but has a difficult time imagining Logan would be interested in him the slightest – their friendship is already rocky in itself, Logan throwing insults at him every chance he gets, and Wade making sure to be as annoying as possible because he knows it gets a reaction out of him.

“I thought –,” the words die in Wade’s mouth. “Me?” he asks, a broken whisper.

“Yeah, you idiot,” Logan answers. “You were not getting it, needed to make you listen to me jerk off before you started loading the latest update.”

Wade doesn’t know what to say. He’s pretty sure his mouth was going to catch flies if he kept it open any longer. Maybe it’s too early for him to properly get it, maybe he’s missing a joke here.

“You okay?” Logan asks, snapping Wade back to reality.

Wade doesn’t have to think about it. “Yeah,” he answers, “yeah, this is great. Like the update, keep it loading.”

Logan chuckles at that, and they fall into a comfortable silence. Wade listens to Al humming in her bedroom, wonders if it would be too risky to just get them naked right there, maybe make some sweet love to the mutant behind him.

He carefully pushes against Logan’s dick. Logan uses his other hand to push Wade further.

“Aw,” Wade sighs quietly, “I thought love confessions were supposed to be followed by lovemaking.”

Logan groans in annoyance. “First of all, we are not fucking with Al home. She’s not deaf.”

Wade interrupts with, “I’m sure she’s heard worse.”

Logan ignores him. “Secondly, I would not last long enough to fuck you. Sorry, bud, not this time. And third,” Logan takes a dramatic pause, “who said anything about love?”

“Asshole,” Wade says. He can hear the hint of amusement in Logan’s voice – he’s playing with him.

“Next time,” Logan promises. Then, very slowly continues, “Although, if we were quiet enough –,”

“I’m gonna turn around,” Wade interrupts Logan to announce, and then with a few swift movements turns around to face Logan. “Now, what was that about being quiet?”

Logan is smiling at him – and maybe Wade gets it, now. He’s seen this same smile multiple times, thrown at him with jokes and insults.

Logan pushes his crotch against Wade’s. Wade catches on, matching the movement. He’s getting hard, as well, with every rub against Logan’s cock through the layers of clothes.

Logan places a hand on Wade’s waistband. “You okay if I?”

Wade nods, afraid to speak. Logan helps his cock out with his other hand, while his other hand creeps in front of Wade’s mouth in advance. And good that it does, because Wade lets out a breathy moan when Logan takes him completely in his hand.

Logan jerks him a few times, before taking out his own length. It’s leaking, and Wade desperately wants to touch it.

Like he’s been heard, Logan guides Wade’s hand on Logan’s cock, while he coats Wade’s cock with the precum. Then, Logan inches forward and brings their cocks together. Wade automatically places his fingers over both of their cocks, and Logan places a hand on top of Wade’s to administer the speed.

Wade is pretty sure he’s forgetting to breathe. He inhales, then exhales with a tiny moan.

“Shush,” Logan murmurs. “C’mon, I’m close.”

Wade lets Logan use his dick and hand to reach his pleasure, and it doesn’t take long before Logan is coming with a ragged breath, his eyes slipping closed and that small smile still playing on his lips. Wade will never get tired of hearing and seeing this, studying every change on Logan’s face.

Wade tries to let go of Logan’s cock, sure it’s oversensitive, but Logan keeps his hand right where it is, jerks their cocks together until Wade is leaking too. “Quiet,” Logan reminds him, as Wade’s breaths get irregular. “C’mon, baby.”

Wade spills on both of their fingers, his moans suppressed by Logan’s hand. Logan removes the hand to place a kiss on Wade’s lips.

“Good job,” Logan says against his mouth.

Wade thinks it’s kind of neat.

(+1)

It goes to the point where their sexual frustration could probably be snapped with bare hands – Logan flirts with him, now, every chance he gets, and Wade is so incredibly weak that he even offers to pay for Blind Al to stay in a hotel for a few nights. Al laughs it off, but seems to get tired of listening to them flirt, because next morning she announces that she’s going to get tea with Laura, and that she’s taking Mary Puppins with her.

Wade almost cheers, but that would be rude. Instead, he plays footsies with Logan under the table until Al is out of the door.

“God, finally,” Wade says, once the door snaps closed, “Logan, I think I might die if we don’t have sex like, yesterday.”

Logan’s laugh is genuine as he lets himself to be dragged on the pull-out mattress.

Wade doesn’t know where to start, wanting Logan everywhere at once, but thankfully Logan seems to understand his dilemma and takes the lead. He gently pushes Wade to lay down on the mattress, then follows behind to straddle him with a kiss.

Wade, impatient as he is, starts working Logan’s clothes off immediately. He unbuttons the shirt he’s wearing, throws off the undershirt, all while trying to grind against Logan’s body and kiss him at the same time. It’s messy, and they are both using a bit too much teeth for the kiss to be enjoyable, but Wade feels like he’s been deprived.

“How do you want to –?” Wade asks, pulling down Logan’s sweatpants. He’s commando, the little shit, and his cock is hard against his abs. Wade whistles, and Logan rolls his eyes. Wade lets Logan take off his shirt, before he answers Wade’s question.

“Well,” Logan says, low and with a smile on his lips, “You’ve been so desperate to to see me cum with my hand on my cock, so I’d say we make that happen. I’m having a great time right here.”

Wade’s brain short circuits, his eyes wide. “Are you saying –,”

“I’m saying that you better not cum before I get to ride you, that’s what I’m saying,” Logan answers.

Fuck, okay. 

Wade can work with that. Yup! He definitely can.

They manage to loose the rest of their clothes, and Wade takes in the whole sight of Logan’s muscular body. Logan seems to be looking at him with the same hunger.

Right, okay. Fucking Logan, first priority. Stare later.

“Let me just,” Wade starts, reaching towards under his pillow. Logan snatches the lube before Wade can, and covers Wade’s fingers with it with a devilish grin. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Good thing you can’t stay dead long,” Logan answers, and then grinds against Wade’s body before guiding Wade’s fingers to his hole.

Fucking hell, Wade can’t believe he’s getting to see this. 

The first finger makes Logan gasp slightly. His eyes close, and he pushes against the finger almost immediately. Wade lets him rock against it for a while, before carefully adding another. That draws a moan out of Logan, and Wade really needs to concentrate to not spill from just that. He fingers Logan’s hole slowly, arching and twisting his fingers, before adding a third one.

“Fuck,” Logan breathes out. “Good, keep going.”

Wade fucks Logan with his fingers, and Logan fucks himself against them, arching his back and helping Wade to reach the right spot with every thrust. Logan’s getting lost in it, and the sight of Logan mixed with the breathy groans he’s letting out –, shit, Wade moans himself, letting his other hand find his cock.

He only gets a few jerks in, before Logan swats Wade’s hand away from his cock. “C’mon, lube it up,” Logan says, still thrusting himself against Wade’s fingers. Wade, with one hand, opens the lube bottle and squeezes a good amount of lotion against his dick – it’s cold, making Wade hiss.

Logan takes Wade’s cock to coat the lube, then slightly moves to settle himself over it and replace Wade’s fingers with the tip of his cock.

And while Wade knew it would happen, nothing could prepare him for the sight of Logan slowly settling down on his cock, mouth slightly agape and eyes searching to meet Wade’s with intensity.

“Oh, fuck,” Wade moans, “you should see yourself.”

Logan stays sitting on Wade’s cock for a moment, breathing in and out, before slowly moving back up and leaning backwards to let Wade have a good look on him. Logan’s hand finds his cock, as well, and Wade can’t do anything but to watch as Logan fucks himself on Wade’s cock, while jerking himself with one huge hand.

Logan moves irregularly at first, trying to find a speed that works for him. He’s so tight, and Wade’s letting out some purposefully unholy moans every time he rocks back down – now that he’s allowed to be loud, he is going to take the most of it.

“Feel so good,” Logan slurs, “You’re so good for me, bub.”

“Yeah,” Wade agrees, “yeah, yup. Fuck.”

“Should’ve guessed sex is the way to get you quiet,” Logan murmurs, fucking himself deep on Wade’s cock, now with a clear rhythm. “Woulda’ fucked you good weeks ago. C’mon, where’s the quip, the dirty talk?”

“What, miss my mouth already, sweetums?” Wade asks, the last word getting swallowed by a moan.

“Gonna use it, one day,” Logan says, “try to talk with a dick in your mouth, there’s a challenge.”

“Fuck, yes, please,” Wade whines.

Logan’s knees buckle, and Wade catches him falling forward with a hand. “Need some help, there?” Wade asks.

Logan groans as Wade thrusts deeper in him. He opens his eyes to stare at Wade. “Fuck me and make it fucking good, bub.”

And how could Wade disregard a request like that? He fucks Logan fast, and deep, drawing moans from both of them, that Logan decides to put a stop to by swallowing Wade’s lips in a kiss. Wade opens his mouth to let Logan’s tongue in, search and feel the insides of Wade’s mouth.

Logan cums first, spilling on Wade’s chest, groaning loudly, and holy fucking shit, Wade manages to think, before Logan’s hole tightens around him, and Wade comes too while rocking himself inside Logan. He moans loudly in Logan’s mouth, riding out the last drop of cum.

“Shit,” Wade mumbles after catching his breath. Logan hums in agreement, dropping himself on Wade’s other side. The loss of contact feels overwhelming to Wade, making him whine quietly.

“Sorry,” Logan whispers against his neck. “Did good, baby.”

“Yeah?” Wade asks, inching to be as close to Logan as possible. “Enough for a round two?”

Logan lets out a laugh. “We’ll need to invest in a bigger apartment.”

“I’ll fucking invest in anything for you,” Wade answers, moving his head slightly to search Logan’s eyes. They are showing everything Wade needs to know.