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“Shut the fuck up!” Logan punctuated each word with a stabbing punch.
Blood spattered more of the Honda Odyssey than it didn’t, inside and out. Every window was busted, even the tiny corner ones.
It wasn’t fair that Wolverine was kicking the shit out of him, he’s the one who had insulted Wade.
Wade straddled him, red leather clad thighs flanking yellow, shards of glass pricking his knees.
“Make me,” Wade unloaded his last clip into Logan’s chest. Tossing the gun aside, he reached for a katana, but Logan was too fast.
“I’m trying!” He snarled, teeth bared and claws slashing.
He flipped them and now he was pinning Wade to the seat, claws embedded through Wade’s wrists into the headrest. Wade barely felt the sharp stabs of the Wolverine’s claws anymore. Sure, he didn’t love getting stabbed but it was old news. He writhed furiously trying to dislodge the yellow clad giant, the claws or even simply rip one of his arms enough for the claws to slide out. He regenerated fast enough, it was the same either way.
As he tussled and cursed he felt something quite far from his wrists.
Wade froze. He knew he was a sick fuck who enjoyed a fight a little too much, and he accepted that about himself. But Logan…
Logan’s expression was as tight as his suit, and the suits… well the suits don’t hide much.
It was unmistakable. A hard bulge was pressed against Wade’s own hardness.
The moment was long and tense, Wade forgot his wrists were pinned by Wolverines claws penetrating them, and oh. Fuck he just thought the word penetrating, and fuck he just thought it again—
Glad he couldn’t be actually be killed for what could be either the best, or the stupidest idea he’d ever had in his life, Wade slowly and deliberately rocked his hips forward. He let out a nearly inaudible sigh at the delicious friction of his cock sliding against Logan’s matching bulge.
Well, not matching. Wade was good sized, but he could tell even through the suit that Logan was massive. His mouth watered and his ass puckered imagining taking him.
Then Logan was on him, however much more on him he could be.
Still pinned by the claws in his wrists, it was hard for Wade to do much but sit back and let Logan grind on him. The man buried his face in Wade’s costumed neck, but he could still feel the puffs of hot breath through the fabric.
“You fucking shitheel, getting me so fucking worked up,” Logan bit his neck, and Wade couldn’t imagine a mouthful of the leather tasted good, but he moaned and writhed under Logan’s grip.
Logan released one wrist only to re-stab him through both wrists with one claw. Wade yelled with frustration. “Can’t you fucking let me go if we’re going to do this?”
Logan fumbled and rolled up his red mask one handed.
“I’ll be sooo sweet to you if you let me gooo,” Wade sing-longed, biting his lip in a hopefully alluring way.
“That a promise, bub?” Logan growled.
“Definitely,” Wade agreed, nodding emphatically.
Logan gave him a cautious glare, then the final set of claws retracted. Blood trickled from Wade’s wrists a moment more before the wounds started closing.
Wade ripped his mask the rest of the way off, tossing it somewhere, and reached out to grip the other man’s face and pull him in for a sloppy one.
Their kiss was harsh and violent, Logan biting him occasionally. Wade devoured him right back, hands finally free and wandering to stroke his back, to cup his ass. Fuck he was so big in Wade’s lap, just engulfing him and for a moment Wade pictured the short Logan from that one universe and rutted his cock against the cleft of this Logan’s ass. No, he was glad he picked this Logan. So very glad.
“How the fuck do you get this thing off?” Wade complained, grabbing the shoulder pads of Wolverine’s suit and tugging at them.
Logan chuckled deeply and used his teeth to pull off his gloves, before tugging at some mysterious buckles until it fell around his waist. Underneath he wore a simple black spandex long sleeve shirt that Wade instantly tore off of him.
Before Wade could undress himself, Logan was back on him.
Wade melted into the other man’s fresh attack. Logan was all encompassing, his mouth conquering Wade’s like an army, his hips crushing into him like a wrecking ball. Wade had been with plenty of guys, big guys, small guys, but Logan was his own class. Wade had never been so thoroughly dominated or turned on by a kiss. The kiss was wet and filthy, nearly as violent as the fighting had been, and it left Wade gasping for breath.
Wade turned his head to break the kiss and looked up into Logan’s irritated face. The older man ducked to catch his lips again, but Wade pressed his fingertips to Logan’s mouth to stop him.
“So how are we going to do this? I’m not a natural bottom, but anything for you, Wolvie.” He stroked his hands over Logan’s massive chest, tweaking the brown nipples while his mouth watered. He could be a natural at anything for this.
“No, you do it,” Logan muttered, angrily and barely audible.
Wade tilted his head like a puppy. Do what? Bottom? What he just said he would do?
Logan’s eyes were fixed on a space over Wade’s left shoulder, but when he turned to look over it nothing was there. Maybe he hadn’t heard him right.
“What was that?” He cupped a hand around his ear and shifted his hips coyly.
“I said you do it,” Logan growled, gripping Wade’s thighs brutally.
Oh.
Wade’s mouth snapped shut with a click. His cock swelled painfully harder.
He was not going to fuck this up for himself. If the Wolverine wanted his ass fucked by Wade he wasn’t going to do a damn thing to make the man change his mind.
He nodded.
Logan wriggled the rest of the way out of his yellow leather suit deftly, shucking the black spandex leggings underneath too and turned around, completely nude and ass up. He barely had room on the narrow backseat of the Honda.
Wade wished badly that he had some pocket change because Logan’s ass was made for bouncing nickels off of. The cheeks were huge with muscle, rounded like fucking soccer balls complete with cute dimples. Thick dark hair trailed from the base of his spine and between the cheeks, feathered around his pink, wrinkled hole. His heavy sack drooped between his powerful thighs.
Wade’s cock throbbed.
“Getting a good eyeful?” Logan tossed over his shoulder playfully, but a flinty spark remained in his eye, as if daring Wade to say something snarky.
Wade gulped. He didn’t need the warning. He actually couldn’t bring himself to make a joke, because even bent over the other man exuded power and masculinity.
“I said, are you getting a good eyeful?” He growled, widening his legs insistently.
“Yes, yes,” Wade gripped each cheek, fondling the masses of round flesh. “God yes,”
“Well do something besides look,”
“You make me feel all tingly when you boss me around, peanut,” He said, bending and getting to work as directed.
Wade licked a striped over one cheek first, then the other, and then right down the middle of that hairy round fucking ass, drooling freely onto Logan’s hole. He massaged the tanned globes of Logan’s ass and just how the fuck was he tan all the way down there?
“Oh fuck, fuck yes, I knew you were a nasty mother fucker, Wilson.”
Wade considered making a retort that he sure was nasty but he would never do anything like this to his mother, but he couldn’t tear himself away. He licked at Logan greedily, tasting his musk and digging his fingers harder against firm flesh.
“Fuck yes, eat me you bastard, god yes, just like that,” he said, rutting back onto Wade’s face.
Look who’s the talker now, Wade thought. Only he didn’t want Logan to shut up, he quite preferred that the other man keep going actually.
He reached under his chin and palmed Logan’s sack, rolling it in his palm. Logan reached back with both hands and spread his own cheeks wider, face planted against the shredded leather seat. Wade moaned at the unimpeded access and began plunging his tongue into Logan’s trembling hole.
He dropped Logan’s sack and petted the shaft of his cock, before passing it to pet the man’s stomach. Wade rubbed his hand through the thick hair there and moaned low in his throat. He was hairy like a fucking wolverine, that was for sure. Wade fisted his fingers in it, pulling Logan’s ass towards him. The man’s knees slid a few inches wider and he groaned loudly. His outer knee slipped and he planted the foot on the floor of the Honda, still arching his back and holding himself open for Wade.
Wade kept his grip in the man’s navel hair and used his other hand to palm his own cock through the fabric of his suit. He licked harder into Logan, the bottom half of his face wet with salvia as he opened him up with his mouth. Now would be a great time to be Eddie fucking Brock so he could reach the place that would make Logan scream.
“Stop, fuck stop, you’re going to make me—“ Wade could hear the slight whine in the words and nearly creamed his own pants.
He pulled back, his mouth connected to Logan’s ass by a string of saliva.
“So good for me,” He said, stroking the older man’s thighs. He pressed the heel of his hand against his cock, already worrying how he could make this last longer.
“Fuck off,” Logan snapped.
“Fuck off, or—“
“Shut the fuck up and do it, I’m ready,”
Wade unbuckled his red and black pants, shoving them down under his ass and letting his cock pop free. Not bothering to take them completely off, he pushed at Logan’s thighs until he was under the man, being reversed straddled with Logan holding onto the passenger seat’s shoulders. Despite the man’s snappish tone and angry orders, he let Wade arrange him.
All comfy now, Wade took in his adjusted view. Logan was stretched out nearly horizontal, knees precipitously on the edge of the backseat bracketing Wade’s and large hands nearly tearing the corners of the seat ahead of him he held onto to leverage himself. Wade couldn’t quite see his entrance anymore without breaking his neck, and though he considered that for a moment he decided it would ruin the mood.
Gripping his shaft, he positioned it between Logan’s cheeks. He rubbed the head of his cock over Logan’s slick hole, burning the feeling into his memory. It flexed desperately against him as Wade circled his cock head over it again and again in circular motions. His mouth open in awe as Logan insistently nudged his hips down and back.
“Just fucking fuck me already, you bastard,” Logan growled.
“Aye aye captain,” Wade said and bit his lip, pushing past the tight ring of muscle and popping the head of his cock into Logan’s tight ass. Heat struck through his core and right down the center of his cock to the tip where it was engulfed by Logan’s tiny flexing hole.
“Oh fuck, Logan,” His ass was just as tight as Wade would have guessed from the man’s clenched personality.
The older man was moaning and shuffling his knees back to try and take more of Wade’s cock.
“Give it to me,” he snarled. His claws shot out and cut the seat he was holding into further ribbons.
“Gonna take away all your leverage there, sweetheart.” Wade crooned.
“Shut your fucking mouth and give it to me,” Logan ordered breathlessly.
Wade held onto Logan’s hips for dear life as the man thrust back onto him, seating himself fully onto Wade’s cock. It didn’t matter that he was on bottom, he was clearly in charge.
Claws embedded into what remained of the passenger seat in front of him, Logan panted, pushing back with his hips hard. He snapped them back and forth violently, fucking himself onto Wade’s cock like it was a part of the seat instead of attached to Wade’s groin.
He watched transfixed as Logan writhed and ground onto him, the countless muscles in his back tensing and flexing under sweat sheened skin. A constant stream of “ooo”’s and curses, grunts and gasps fell from his lips as his ass swallowed Wade’s cock over and over.
Wade stroked a hand over his massive back, and felt the muscles jump under his finger tips.
Logan’s thick cock hung heavy between his muscular thighs, slapping up to hit his stomach on the back thrust.
He traced a hand over Logan’s furred abdomen, fingers combing greedily through the thick hair there before coming to land around his cock, but Logan slapped his hand away. “Not yet,” He growled.
Wade whined and petted Logan’s stomach as the man rode him hard. Every time his cock slid home and their balls clapped together, a growl or whine came from Logan’s throat. The man was absolutely animalistic in his pursuit of pleasure.
Without warning, Logan pushed up from his suspended position. He shifted his weight to his knees and Wade was pushed back into the seat, crushed.
Suffocating in the other mans ridiculously muscled back as he bounced on Wade’s cock and howled. If Wade could die, he decided this is how he would want to go. Logan fisted his cock furiously, ramming himself down onto Wade at a frantic pace.
The tight ring of Logan’s ass clenched him ruthlessly. He couldn’t hold himself back.
“Fuck, Logan!” He called, holding the man down on his cock, one hand on his hip the other still on his belly. Wave after wave of pleasure hit him, as he thrust up as much as he could into Logan’s hot ass.
Logan cried out too, clenched hard around him and drawing every drop out of Wade. He felt wetness hit the back of his hand that cradled Logan’s stomach.
Logan slumped, further crushing Wade into the seat of the car, but he hardly cared. He stroked the older mans heaving sides, savoring his form and the last few moments he had inside him for now. Please let this happen again, Wade thought desperately.
Eventually Logan slid off him and lay down face up on the back seat, an arm thrown over his face.
“Try to cuddle me and I’ll fuckin’ tie you up with the seatbelts,” He mumbled.
“Ooo, second round already?” Wade snuggled close, ignoring the warning. He was barely on the seat, but with an arm and leg wrapped around Logan it didn’t matter.
Logan snorted. “Give me a few minutes,”
Wade bit his tongue and grinned. He could wait a few minutes.