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Logan shouldn’t find this cute. He really shouldn’t.
“Oh my god, I’m so bored,” Wade moans. The man is spread-eagle on his back on the pullout couch, which is currently pulled out into bed form, and his head is half hanging off the bottom edge of it. Below the belt he’s wearing the Deadpool suit pants but no boots, and he’s got a different sock on each foot, each in colors and patterns more appropriate for a pre-teen girl than a grown-ass man. Above the belt he has on a worn tank top with a blue scoop neck with a picture of Wade’s favorite Golden Girls actress on it. Wade has previously threatened Logan with severe bodily harm if anything ever happens to that shirt, so Logan tends to keep a careful eye on it whenever Wade’s wearing it. Also, Logan keeps sneaking glances at the man’s lithely muscled arms and the bit of his pecs he can glimpse through the scooped neck and arm holes of the shirt.
Wade’s also tossing a knife repeatedly into the air straight over his head and then catching it on the way down before it can put a hole in him or the bed.
Thank god Al isn’t home to have to deal with this.
“Would you fucking cut that out,” Logan grumbles from where he’s watching, hands on hips.
“Can’t, too boooooored,” Wade moans again.
Logan sighs. “Wanna go out?”
“It’s pouring outside,” Wade reminds him morosely.
“TV?”
“Aaw, that’s sweet, Peanut, but I already showed you everything new on streaming.”
Logan huffs out an annoyed breath. “So you’re just gonna lie there and whine?”
“Yeeeep,” Wade says with a grin, making the knife dance across his knuckles, and then hucking it into the air again.
“How about you at least get up so we can fold up the bed.”
“Find me something more fun to do and I will, pumpkin,” Wade simpers back with an edge of aggression, and then he sends Logan one of those looks. Logan’s pretty sure he’s not imagining them. They’ve been getting more common the longer they’ve been living together in Al’s apartment, and each one shoots a jolt up Logan’s spine to his brain and down it straight to the parts of him that like to take an extreme interest in how good Wade looks.
He lets that hunger show on his face and slowly walks closer and sees Wade’s pupils expanding where the man is looking at him upside down. Wade hesitates, knife balanced between thumb and fingertips.
“Define fun,” Logan says, keeping his voice low and just a little bit threatening. He’s noticed that tone seems to really do it for Wade, and this time is no exception, judging by how his Adams apple bobs.
And then Wade seems to chicken out, eyes flicking away from his with a nervous chuckle. “I don’t know. Something that doesn’t involve the same old thing every day. Maybe we could try a new place for delivery or something?”
“Or,” Logan drawls, and here goes nothing, and Wade is flicking the knife up toward just shy of the ceiling again, “I could suck your dick.”
Wade chokes on absolutely nothing, and the movement of his hand seizes for just a moment, and he would have missed catching the knife if Logan hadn’t shot a hand out and grabbed it just shy of his face.
Then Wade is rolling onto his stomach, up on both elbows on the edge of the pullout and giving him a slack-jawed stare.
“Please tell me that wasn’t just a joke,” the man breathes. “Please tell me all my dirty little fantasies about roommates with benefits are actually coming true, and that my ears don’t just have cancer, and the honest-to-fucking-god Wolverine just offered to suck my dick.”
“No,” Logan says shortly, and sets the knife down well to the side of Wade on the mattress, and he watches Wade’s expression go from hopeful to crestfallen. “I’m offering to suck your dick,” he clarifies. “Leave the goddamn Wolverine out of this. But only if you stop moaning about how bored you are.”
Wade is suddenly upright in front of him in a mad scramble of arms and legs, pressing into his space, wrapping an arm around his waist to press them together thigh to thigh, and it’s a shocking jolt through every one of Logan’s nerves to find that Wade is already half-hard against him through the suit pants.
“Peanut,” Wade breathes, “trust me. You give me this? Neither of us is going to be bored for a very, very long time.”