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“Wade.” Logan said from the doorway. He was planning on leaving tomorrow night. But he couldn’t stand that sad look on his face.
Wade was just leaving Logan’s room when he called him back. He turned, arching an eyebrow. “What?” He asked, stepping forward when Logan beckoned him closer.
They stood staring at each other. Wade knew he had a thing for Logan. It was supposed to be wrong. It wasn’t normal. But he wasn’t normal, so who cares about keeping society happy?
Neither say anything. Not even when Logan pulls him closer by his hip, hesitating before leaning down.
And Wade is internally freaking out. He eagerly responds when Logan presses his lips to his.
All he can think about as Logan pulls his clothes off is that they shouldn’t be doing this. But it feels so right.
“Logan.” Wade gasps as he’s pinned to the bed, Logan hovering over him. He reaches his hand up, tangling it in his hair. Those three forbidden words are on the tip of his tongue. Logan stares expectantly at him. But he just leans back in, pulling Logan down on top of him.
Sure, Wade has done this before. Once or twice, especially with Stryker’s minions. But this is Logan. It’s different.
They don’t have anything so Logan just spits on his fingers, spreading his spit over Wade’s hole. He teases Wade for a while, circling his fingers, pressing his chest to his back. Eventually, he whines and Logan gets the point.
Wade bites the pillow he’s buried his face in as Logan’s fingers stretch him out. He doesn’t want to be too loud or they might attract attention. And he wants Logan all to himself. At least for tonight.
After only five minutes with three fingers, Logan gets impatient, his cock achingly hard. And he knows Wade feels the same. So, he grips his hips and flips him onto his back. He wants to watch Wade while he fucks him.
He enters slowly, savouring every bit of Wade’s reaction. The way he whines high in his throat, keening and trying to push himself down against Logan. Trying to get him deeper. It doesn’t work.
Finally, Logan is fully inside. He wastes no time in getting to pound town.
“Fuck!” Wade shouts, gripping Logan’s bicep as he draws his hips back and pushes in again. It starts slow and gentle, almost as if they were lovers. But it gets rough and hard and messy.
Wade is a writhing, squirming mess, babbling nonsense. Logan clamps a hand over his mouth, which earns him getting his hair pulled. He growls and bites Wade’s neck.
Soon enough, they’re both sweaty and panting and completely spent. Especially Wade. Logan all but pants into Wade’s mouth, their foreheads touching. He’s still inside him, his hips twitching with the urge to keep going.
“Logan.” Wade gasps again, breathless. He brushes his hair away from his forehead. He pulls him into a short, sweet kiss. They’ve only kissed twice tonight and it doesn’t feel like enough. “I love you.” He says it like he’s afraid of admitting it.
Logan smiles. He has a hard time admitting it too. But he can come to terms with it. He doesn’t want Wade to watch him leave without the other knowing how he feels. “I love you too.” And for the night, they can indulge in it. “Come on, let’s clean up.” Logan says, groaning as he rolls onto his front, pulling out of Wade.
Wade whines but doesn’t protest. “Lead the way.”