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Wade stood in the middle of his room, wearing a pair of Beauty and the Beast pajamas (Disney and their godforsaken references) and his mask. He didn't take his mask off often, for obvious reasons. But it also helped him think. Or maybe that was just insane amounts of coping. Whatever the reason, he wore his mask and his pajamas as he stood in his room in deep thought. Logan had moved in with him about a month ago. It was nice having a roommate that wasn't just Blind Al. Don't get him wrong, he loved Blind Al to death, but it was nice having Logan around. Especially when he got a peek of Logan leaving the shower in nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips and his perfect abs on full display. Oh yes, Wade much preferred seeing that than seeing Blind Al walk out of the bathroom. He saw that once, and it's stuck with him ever since.
But back to the topic at hand. Wade was deep in thought. Specifically about his new roommate. Everything's been so great, yes, but Logan acts like nothing at all happened between them in that goddamn honda and it's driving Wade a bit insane. They haven't talked about it once! Not even a vague reference to it! And, dear Reader, you may be wondering exactly what happened. "Did they or didn’t they?" Well Wade doesn't fucking know either. Something happened there. You can't just homoerotically fight someone all night and not come out of that a little pent up. Or questioning yourself just a bit. Wade was dying to ask how Logan felt about it. If he felt something there too. It could be wishful thinking, but Wade swears he catches Logan looking at him fondly on occasion. With the smallest little smile on his features that smooths his constant furrowed brow and frown lines that adorn his face. But when Wade turns to fully look at Logan in those moments, that look is gone and replaced with the typical annoyance that Wade is all too familiar with.
As mentioned before, it's driving Wade insane. Is this what a slow burn is? It's fucking awful. Can't they skip the sexual tension and the bad communication and go straight to the good stuff? But that's not how things work when one of them is an emotionally repressed old man who refuses to acknowledge his feelings or act on them. So Wade would have to make the first move. Normally, that wouldn't be scary at all. He's done it tons of times before. He'll flirt with anyone that even glances his way. But it's different this time. Logan is… Different. And that's fucking terrifying.
Wade heaves a heavy sigh and throws himself back on his bed. He stares up at his ceiling and idly taps his fingers on his chest as he thinks about how fucked this all is. He should just go in the living room, where he can hear Logan rummaging around for a beer, grab his face and just kiss him. It could end in two possible ways: Logan kisses him back and Wade silently celebrates or Logan sticks his claws where the sun don't shine and leaves Wade on the floor without any dignity.
Hm. Wade is already used to Logan sticking his claws in inappropriate places so that wasn't too bad of an idea. But maybe he should stick to the drawing board. He could walk out there and just be very open and clear and talk about his feelings. That could also end with him having claws shoved somewhere inside him. And not in a good way. But that's really the best plan he has. Wade really isn't sure he can last another day going insane from the tension between them. So with his mind made up, and his palms a bit sweaty and his heart racing, Wade pushes himself off of his bed and heads for his door. He swings it open before he can have any second thoughts, and the door hits the wall beside it with a very loud bang. Logan turns to look at him at the sound, giving Wade a once over, then lifts the corner of his mouth in a smirk. Which was way too fucking hot, if you ask Wade.
"Nice jammies, Bub." He says, and downs the rest of his beer he had been working on.
Wade looks down at his pajamas and then back at Logan. Goddammit. He forgot he had been wearing that. Oh well. Better own it. He leans against his doorframe and crosses his arms over his chest.
"Why, thank you, Wolvie. They're special edition. Made with high quality Disney material. Maybe even made with the fur of the Beast himself. And I hear very stylish these days. I bet I could sneak you a matching pair, if you're interested."
Logan scoffs as he grabs another beer. Wade really needed to talk to him about his drinking problem. Even mutants with insane healing capabilities should have more care for their liver. But that's not the conversation Wade is trying to have at this very moment, so Wade pushes that thought to the back of his mind and takes a deep breath to mentally prepare himself for the very awkward conversation that's about to happen.
"Logan-" But before he can even finish saying his name, he's interrupted by the man in question himself.
"Look, Wade, since you're here there's uh. Actually something I wanted to talk to you about."
Oh my god. Oh my god? Could this be it? Is Wolver-fucking-ine going to be the one who initiates the conversation that Wade has been internally fighting himself with all this time? Is this real? Wade blinks a few times and pinches himself to make sure he's not dreaming, and then nods his head for Logan to continue talking.
Logan looks at him for a beat longer than what's necessary. Maybe the Beauty and the Beast pajamas were making him feel some type of way. Or maybe he was wondering why Wade just pinched himself super fucking hard for no reason. But he sighs and continues talking anyway, moving his glance to the wall in front of him.
"Just wanted to… thank you. For letting me live here."
Wade blinks. Oh. Well that wasn't exactly the conversation he was hoping to have. But this is a pretty fucking big step for the Big Bad Wolverine so he'll take it. Wade moves into the living room and waves his hand out nonchalantly.
"Oh, Honey Badger, you don't have to thank me for anything! I do appreciate this, though, it's not everyday I get to say that Wolverine thanked me instead of stabbing me!" He plops himself down on the arm of the loveseat that Logan is sitting on. Logan growls lowly at it but doesn't move to push him away or tell him to "fuck off." Interesting. Wade takes note of these things and stores it away for later.
"Yeah, well," Logan takes a swig of his beer and decides that looking anywhere else is much more interesting than looking at the pajama clad Deadpool sitting on the arm of his chair. Oh, Wade is reading him like a book. This is too good. Logan clears his throat and continues, "Don't get too used to it, Bub. Letting me live with you is the only good thing you've ever done for me."
Wade tries not to let that jab get to him too much. He knows that's just how Logan shows affection. That doesn't mean he's not going to play into it, though.
Wade pushes himself back with a hand over his heart and his other arm thrown over his face. "Oh, Wolvie, you wound me! I've done plenty of good things for you!"
Logan shoots him a very icy glare that ends with his left eye twitching. Wade thinks for a moment he will probably be stabbed soon.
"Like what?" Logan all but growls and it takes all of Wade's willpower not to giggle. He's playing his little Wolvie like a fiddle. He knows how to push his buttons. It's exhilarating. It would probably be even more exhilarating if he weren't in his pajamas but that's okay. He'll just ignore that fact. Wade pretends to think for a moment, pressing his finger to his mask in thought.
"What about when we saved the world together and split the damage so neither of us died! That was a pretty good thing," Logan huffs in response and takes another swig of his beer. Wade pretends to think more. He has the perfect opportunity to bring up the thing he's been wanting to talk about. It will definitely end with someone getting stabbed with something. But that's a sacrifice he's willing to make. "And what about… when I let you take all your pent up anger and emotions out on me in that Honda Odyssey? Huh, Wolvie? Was that good for you? It was sure as hell good for me that's for sure-"
And suddenly he is on the floor, and then being picked up by the collar of his button up pajama shirt, and slammed against the nearby wall.
"Whoa-ho-ho! Did I strike a nerve, Wolvie bear? Just wanted to see if you remembered that little event. I certainly remember it."
Logan growls again. Wade sure loves it when he does that. He watches as Logan raises his fist and his claws slowly protrude from his knuckles with a very satisfying snikt sound.
"You should try to remember how to shut the fuck up," Logan threatens, claws held right in front of Wade's face. Wade is positively giddy. Maybe a bit scared. But mostly giddy. He had gotten Logan all worked up! He was acting all shy about it! This is a good thing. Wade hopes so, at least.
"Oh, I can think of a few ways you could shut me up," Wade teases and dares to place his hand on Logan's arm that held him against the wall. "But, seriously though, I think we really should talk about what happened there because wow talk about tension. Do you fight all of your friends like that? Or am I just special?"
Logan stares at Wade for a minute, seemingly debating if he should just shove his claws through his face or not. Ultimately, he pulls his claws and arm away and lets Wade free.
"Only the really fucking annoying ones," Logan replies and sheathes his claws back into his knuckles. He sighs and crosses his (massive) arms over his chest. "Fine. You wanna talk about it? Let's talk."
Well. That was much less disastrous than Wade had been expecting.