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Everything was perfect. He was sitting on the old fire escape, a freshly lit cigar between his lips and bottle of Jack Daniel's between his legs. Beneath him he could hear the busy streets of New York City, the expensive cars and chattering people. Most people probably wouldn't call this relaxing, but for Logan it was like white noise. It was different. Different than the constant bickering of the two people he lived with. Well, two people and a dog, even though you could hardly call that thing a dog.
And as he took another long drag of his cigar, exhaling the smoke and reaching for the bottle, he heard none other than his incredibly annoying roommate calling him, "Ohh, peanut. Guess what we're going to do tonight?"
The window beside him opened and a grinning Wade climbed onto the fire escape beside him. Before answering, Logan continued his earlier mission and finally took a good swig of his whiskey. "How about nothing?", he asked with a sigh. Don't get him wrong, he actually liked going out with Wade, the bastard had somewhat grown on him, but tonight he just wasn't in the mood for whatever shady bar his insufferable roommate had picked out. All he wanted to do was finish his cigar, hide the bottle under the kitchen sink from Althea and then lay down on the couch, aka. his bed watching "Two and a half Men". But that didn't seem like an option for Wade.
"Nothing? You've been doing nothing all day, sugar plums. This bar will be good, pinkie promise", and the asshole actually held out his pinkie as if they were two little girls.
Logan just raised a disapproving eyebrow and swatted his hand away, "Look, I'm not in the mood for a bar fight, Wade."
"There'll be none", he quickly said and raised his hands in a sort of surrender, "Just you, me, great music and a side of foreshadowing."
He turned his head to the side and winked at the... air? Whatever the fuck that was about.
"So, are you coming or not?", Wade finally asked, while looking back at him with pleading eyes. They looked almost like puppy eyes, all round and big. It looked almost adorable, almost.
He didn’t answer for a long second, weighing out the pros and cons of getting absolutely wasted at the bar of the week.
“Alright fine. Whatever”, he sighed and stood up, putting the cigar out in the ashtray.
Wade practically beamed at his agreement and immediately grabbed Logan’s wrist, pulling him inside the small apartment. They nearly lost balance as he pulled Logan with him through the window, but he managed to hold onto the window bench and Wade’s wrist, preventing him from falling.
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“Watch your step asshole”, he grunted and oh, oh, was that hot. But then again, everything he did was hot. From his flexing arms when he repairs their awfully annoying sink to when he’s smoking. Logan was even hot when he did nothing. How was that even possible?
It’s possible because he’s played by Hugh Jackman, stupid.
Way too soon the other let go off his arm again and then looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Was he starring? Wait how long did all this last?
“Earth to Wade.”
Oh, yep, yes, he was definitely starring. Can you blame him?
“Yes? Yes. Fully here and definitely not ogling your muscles”, he said grinning and took a step closer to the very attractive man in front of him. Sadly, he didn’t get far. Immediately being shoved to the side.
“Let’s just go.” Logan sighed and made his way to the door, Wade quickly following.
They spent their whole walk with Wade rambling over useless shit and Logan just kind of listening. Well, not really. He was almost certain that bastard was just nodding along and not listening to a thing he said. Rude.
“And that is basically the explanation for earthquakes according to the Norse Mythology. Which is so not accurate at all. I mean, who genuinely thought about that? They most definitely were on crack or cocaine or weed or- oh we’re here.” He grinned and stopped next to a pretty decent looking building covered in gratifies and posters of movies and bands from the 80s.
He turned his gaze too Logan who sceptically inspected the whole thing. “And this is supposed to not end in a fight?”
“I swear on my life”, he said with fake honesty and put a hand on his chest, where is heart should be. Just that he missed and actually put his hand on the right side of his chest, which made him look a little stupid.
Hey that’s rude. I’ll have you know I am very well aware of where my heart is! It is in the front of my chest, slightly behind and to the left of my sternum (according to google).
But please continue the story.
“You can’t die,” Logan pointed out.
“Exactly, that’s the fun part.”
Before his very sexy partner in crime could complain more, he grabbed his wrist and pulled the other inside the club. Although he would’ve liked it more to take his hand. A man can dream…
So, anyway. As soon as they opened the doors, they could hear music blasting. Currently playing was “Boom Boom Pow” from Black Eyed Peas.
The room was pretty dark besides the blue and purple lights dancing around it. On the dance floor were a few people dancing, talking or literally just awkwardly standing there. Which, lame, do something. Wade couldn’t understand these people.
Logan and Wade made their way over to the bar, sitting down. Logan ordered a beer because he was boring. And Wade a Sex on the Beach to which Logan only raised an eyebrow.
“So, peanut, what are we thinking?”
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Logan took a sip of his beer and a look around the bar. He had to admit that it was an upgrade to Wade’s usual places, most definitely to Sister Margaret’s.
“Not bad.”
“Not bad? They even got a poster of Wham! hanging there.” Wade pointed to poster over the bar with an exaggerated offensive face.
“What’s it with you and that band anyway?”
“They made awesome music!”
“It’s a band.”
“Don’t you have no appreciation for good music?”
“Wake me up before you go go is your alarm” he countered, taking a drink from his beer.
Wade now looked a little confused at him, hairless brows furrowed. “How’d you know that? You’re asleep when I stand up.”
“You really thought I sleep through your singing when you make coffee?” Now it was his turn to raise a slightly amused eyebrow.
“Hey, I’m trying to be silent!” Logan didn’t comment any further.
As time passed the bar got more crowded and the pair more drunk. They’ve stopped counting their drinks, not that they necessarily were before but Logan tried to see how much they could afford. Because saving the world apparently does not magically make you are millionaire. Wade was now leaning against the bar counter, hoodie somewhere on the floor beneath their chairs, revealing his incredibly ridicules shirt saying “Celebrating 650 years of the Bubonic Plague, 1339-1989”.
“So, you’re telling me that you’ve never seen a Star Wars movie in your entire life?” Wade currently asked. Their topic of conversation changed about every minute thanks to him and Logan really wasn’t paying that much thought to their surroundings anymore. But it felt nice. For once to just completely relax, even in public. The slight numbness of the drinks of course doing their share, but the main reason was actually Wade. It’s always been Wade, ‘least since he ended up in this universe.
“I haven’t”, he shrugged and took a sip of his whiskey, the beer got boring after some time.
Wade was still drinking his cocktail and surprisingly took another sip before answering. Which was somewhat impressive, seeing as he never stops to fucking talk. However, Logan didn’t really pay any attention to his friend’s lecture about how Star Wars was one of the greatest pieces in fiction ever and more focused on his lips, which were glistening a little from his drink. They looked incredible kissable… Everything about Wade looked incredibly good in the purple and blue light. Starting with his lips, his eyes, the way his nose wrinkled when he laughed-
No. What was he thinking? This was Wade, his friend, his roommate. Not his… whatever.
He slightly shook his head, as if to get rid of the thoughts plaguing his mind. Surely this was just the alcohol and the neglection of intimate human touch for too long.
Wade was still talking enthusiastically about Star Wars, not having noticed Logan zoning out and quite literally starring at him. “So, in conclusion. Prequels are the best, then original and I didn’t even bother watching the sequels. I stopped the movie right after Han Solo died to be honest. I mean they can’t just fucking kill him?!”
When Logan was about to answer Wade suddenly gasped and looked at him with Wide eyes.
Did he stare too long? Did Wade realize? He wasn’t drooling now, was he?
“What?” He grunted, his voice just a teeny-weeny bit higher than it should be.
“They’re playing our song, sweetheart.”
For the first time in probably an hour or so he started listening to the music playing in the bar. You could hear the first part of Rihanna’s song “Don’t stop the music”.
He turned his attention back to Wade only to find the bastard now standing in front of him, holding out an arm. He let out an amused chuckle, raised his eyebrow. “What are you doing, bub?”
“Dance with me.”
“What? To that song?” He said sceptical. It’s not that he didn’t like it, it was just a very, let’s say interesting choice of song to dance to with your roommate.
“Of course, to that song. Rihanna is a goddess. Now pick up your pretty little ass and dance with me!” After Logan didn’t move for a second and just stared at him, he took initiative and just grabbed his wrist, taking them both to the dancefloor.
This prick was gonna be the death of him.
Without further complains he let Wade pull him into the mass of people dancing. Since it was so crowded their bodies were practically pressed against each other and their faces only a few centimetres apart. He could feel Wade’s warm breath on his face and his eyes lingering on his. All of this was way too intimate for Logan, the closeness, the song, everything. But at the same time, he really enjoyed it, having the other this close.
Wade was still holding his wrist, and he didn’t care at all if he was being honest, so he wasn’t gonna pull away if he wouldn’t.
“Loosen up a little, wolvie. You’re as stiff as a stick” he grinned and slowly let go of his wrist, moving his hands up to rest them on his shoulders. “Pun intended.”
“I’m not stiff, bub” he growled out, his arms still just hanging beside his body. Wade was grinning like a child who had just gotten a popsicle, but there was something else as well. But he couldn’t quite figure out what. It was definitely flirty, but Wade flirted all the time so that could mean absolutely nothing.
After a second of overthinking every possibility, he threw everything to the wind and moved his hands up to rest on Wade’s waits, pulling him impossibly closer. He’d probably regret that later, or not… who knows.
Wade’s eyes widened as if he didn’t expect Logan to actually do something, making him smirk. “Now who’s the stiff one, huh?”
They started moving their bodies to the music, Rihanna coincidentally singing:
Do you know what you started? I just came here to party.
But now we're rockin' on the dance floor, actin' naughty.
Wade smirked and continued silently singing along, “Your hands around my waist, just let the music play. We’re hand in hand, chest to chest and now we’re face to face.”
One of Wade’s hands moved behind his head to go through his hair while his own hands were sliding up and down his slutty little waist. The chorus continued as they were dancing, bodies pressed so close together not even a sheet of paper would fit between them. They’re noses were bumping against each other, while they were practically breathing into the others open mouth.
All of this was incredibly hot, to say the least. Wade’s fingers threading through his hair their low voices singing and humming along to the lyrics, everyone else like vanished. The only thing on his mind was Wade, only Wade. They’re lips were so close, yet they did not kiss.
Logan suddenly felt Wade’s hips press against his, swallowing down the gasp that nearly escape his lips. But Wade must have noticed because he smirked triumphantly.
I just can’t refuse it
Like the way you do this
Keep on rockin’ to it
Please don’t stop the, please don’t stop the, please don’t stop the music
He wouldn’t let the fucker get away with that though.
He moved his hands further down to rest on his hips, pulling him closer and now simultaneously moved his hips against Wade’s. Logan could feel the other shudder slightly, a certain something pressed against his crotch.
Now it was his time to smirk triumphantly, moving his face closer, his hot breath ghosting on Wade’s ear. “You’re all talk, but nothing behind it, bub. Get all flustered and shy as soon as someone makes a move.”
The younger’s eyes widened for the probably 100th time this night but quickly covering it up with a smug grin. “Pah! Only ‘cause we’re in public, snookums” He laughed, but there was a little high pitch in his voice, betraying him. Logan didn’t comment any further, they just kept rockin’ on the dancefloor acting naughty.
Their dance was to say the least very hot, at least to Logan, but he’d bet money that Wade was into this as well, judging by the way he intensively held eye contact while singing with Rihanna.
As their song came to an end their movements slowed down. To Logan it felt like an eternity had passed when in reality it were merely 4 and a half minutes. They were still pressed against each other, Logan’s hair a little messy and Wade’s shirt a bit crumpled. But they were grinning like the love-struck idiots that they were.
His eyes were flickering between Wade’s eyes and his mouth, mainly focusing on his incredibly delicious looking lips.
“So, is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” Wade asked a little awkwardly, because of course the bastard couldn’t shut up for two fucking seconds.
“Shut up, asshole” He grunted and finally smashed their lips together, his arms sneaking tighter around his waist.
Wade immediately responded the kiss, cupping his face with his hands and closing his eyes. When their noses bumped against each other, Wade turned Logans head a little to the side to get a better angle, deepening their kiss.
Since they were still in the middle of a dancefloor the kiss didn’t last very long, but it was incredibly sweet.
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Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Motherfucker… he just kissed the Wolverine. The one and only. Hugh Jackman, Logan Howlett. That was fucking- actually his brain couldn’t quite comprehend what just happened. It was still very much occupied with their incredibly erotic dance. So, he kind of just looked at Logan with a goofy grin.
“You ok there, bub?” He chuckled, his hands still lingering on his waist, one hand under his shirt, resting on his hot skin.
“Huh? Yes. Totally fine. Absolutely. More than fine actually. Fucking awesome you could say.” Wade started off, talking maybe a little bit too fast.
Which is only justified!
Logan laughed again and oh, his laugh was so precious. If he never had a life goal, he now definitely had one: Make him laugh.
Wade let his hands slide back to his hair, smoothing down the mess he had made. “What do you say we go back home? Not really in a drinking mood anymore, although I do have some dance moves I’d like to show ‘ya.”
“I’d say that’s a great idea” Logan smirked but also at the same time somehow smiled, it looked really hot but and sweet.
The two of them eventually let go of the other, well more or less. Logan took Wade’s hand -oh my god he took my hand!?- and dragged him back to the bar, paying for their drinks. He then picked up his long forgotten hoodie, leading them back outside.
Before they could go home Wade pressed a quick kiss on Logan’s lips. And off they went back home in a slight hurry.