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Okay… so… Three fics in and these two idiots STILL aren’t in a relationship? BOO! Yeah, yeah, hold your horses. We’re getting there! Have none of you heard of a slow-burn?! 

Anyways, yes, Logan and Wade still aren’t together, but there definitely have been developments! Okay, maybe that’s a lie, there are going to be developments is the correct tense here. For once, we are getting straight to the action.

So, dear readers, you’re probably wondering what Wade’s little plan in the last fic was all about. Well to make a long story short, actually never mind, look at the word count on this bad boy. This ain’t your usual 3k fic, baby! But enough yapping, let's get to that sweet, sweet yaoi!

Since their little conversation, Wade had very much been plotting like the conniving little shit he is. He’d waited patiently to put his plan into motion, getting as many donations as he could, even saving money from his merc jobs, doing everything to really put this plan into high gear. Hell, he even considered selling his bath water at one point! But unfortunately, for all five people who wanted that (maybe he’d consider it another time…), he simply kept to his usual donations and merc duties to get the cash needed. It, unfortunately, added more weeks onto this already convoluted timeline of events (these two really just seem to hate basic communication), before Wade finally had what he needed.

He could barely wait a second, still in his pink fluffy unicorn onesie (because what else would he be wearing to bed, huh?) as he finally put his big plan into motion.

“Heya, Peanut!” Wade chirped, hanging precariously off the couch Logan was currently sitting on.

Logan let out his signature annoyed huff, his expression already disapproving before he’d even heard Wade’s little scheme.

“What do ya want?” 

“Does it always have to be me wanting something? What if I just wanted to say hi, huh?” 

A beat of silence.

 “Okay yeah, I do technically want something, but not something from you, so it’s totally different!”

“Okay?” Logan clearly wasn’t entirely convinced, not yet at least, his gaze following Wade as he excitedly scurried away to grab his gifts.

Wade came back with a large box in hand, plopping it into Logan’s lap as he walked by. Logan looked at the box, then at Wade, who was now sat with his legs swinging impatiently off the side of the couch.

“The fuck is this?” Logan rattled the box in his hands, something heavy letting out a thunk from within its cardboard prison. It was unlabelled, not giving Logan much of a hint as to what it was.

“Well if you stopped shaking the poor thing around like the world's largest maraca, you’d be able to find out!” Wade huffed in annoyance, half in jest and half in “Marvel Jesus Christ, just open the box”.

Logan, noticing his impatience, cuts to the chase and opens the box, only to be met with… another box. At least this one was labelled.

“Uh–” Logan stared at it long enough that Wade wouldn’t be surprised if he whipped out some reading glasses. “It’s a… what is it?”

“It’s a Nintendo Switch OLED Model, plus Mario Kart 8 Deluxe, plus Nintendo Switch online 12 month membership, plus Mario Kart 8 Deluxe Booster Course DLC set–” Wade was surprised he got that all out in one breath. That had to be a new record for him. He could practically feel his lungs burn as he wheezed. “All for you, baby girl!”

Logan looked at him dumbfounded, partially because Wade was still catching his breath from that long ass sentence and maybe partially because he had no clue what the fuck he was holding right now.

“Look–” Wade rasped out, just barely filling his lungs again. “I noticed that comment you sent on your super-secret sugar daddy account you kept from me for an embarrassingly long time, you were curious about this game having multiplayer, right?”

“Uh, yeah, but I wasn’t–”

“Wasn’t expecting me to remember? Why wouldn’t I, after I basically found out you’ve been cyberstalking me to give me my weekly allowance? Anyways, not important, what is important is that now we can play it together!” He nudged the box closer to Logan, eager to see him unpack it further, only for him to push it onto Wade’s lap.

“You didn’t need to buy me an entire system–”

“It’s called a console, old man, and yes I did–” Wade pushed it back. “I don’t like to share, and using those separate switch controllers for Mario Kart is a total nightmare, believe me, you’ll thank me later for saving your hands from carpal tunnel!”

Logan didn't seem to know what to do with himself or the Nintendo Switch now in his possession. 

“Look, you told me to up my game, so this is me upping my game,” Wade explained slowly, just to make sure Logan fully processed his words. “It's not my fault that you can’t get on my level!”

“How much was this shit?”

“Uh…” Wade was honestly glad he tore that little price sticker off that box right now. “Since when was that an issue Mr “ I’ll donate three hundred dollars to my roommate every few days ” Howlett? I thought the whole name of the game was to spend shit tons of money on each other?”

“Yeah, but you didn’t need to get–” Logan stared at the box again, his poor old brain probably going haywire just trying to decipher what the hell was in the thing. “ All this!”

“Uh. Yeah I did actually. Like I said, carpal tunnel–” Wade began to count on his fingers. “Plus without the game, the whole system would be kinda useless–” Another finger. “Also the game would be so much more boring if you lacked all that sweet DLC content–” He held up yet another finger. “Okay maybe the online stuff wasn’t needed since we literally live together, but hey, now we can bully little kids online by taking both first and second place!”

Holy moly, he was on a roll with all these way too long sentences no normal person could realistically say in one go. Even that inner thought was a mouthful.

“Well I–” Logan was struggling, not helped by Wade’s giddy expression, him bouncing in place like a little kid on a sugar high. 

Logan took a moment to properly collect his thoughts.

“I suppose I've got a lot of catching up to do, huh?”

“I mean, you could always pay me back with some hardcore gay sex–” When Logan gave him a… very strange look, practically staring into his soul, Wade quickly tried to backpedal. “Or you could play Mario Kart with me on stream, that would be cool too.”

Logan seemed to consider the offer (Wade would honestly be concerned if he didn’t ), a small smile forming on his lips as he glanced between console and Wade.

“Doubt I’ll be any good at it, bub, but I’ll give it a try.”

“Yippie!” Wade exclaimed loudly, throwing his arms around Logan rather suddenly in a hug. 

Logan awkwardly patted his back in return. 

“We totally need to set this up, right now!”

“Right now?” 

“Uh. Yeah, duh!” Wade took the Nintendo Switch box from Logan’s lap, brutally tearing it apart. “Plus, I doubt you’d be able to put this thing together yourself, very complicated work, these things!”

Logan let out a small snort at that, watching rather intently as Wade busied himself with the console. Wade had found a way to connect his own to his computer, you know, for convenience sake! He planned to connect Logan’s to their TV. He doubted Althea would give a shit if they had just one more thing plugged in. It’s not like the TV would spontaneously combust.

Logan watched him work intently, his eyes not leaving him once, watching his hands sort through wire after wire. 

“There! Now we just need to boot this baby uuuuup–” Wade held the note for as long as his lungs could manage, right through turning the console on fully. “There! Now we need to set you up with an account!”

Logan looked extremely lost, more lost than usual with Wade’s little (they were never little) rambling sprees.

“Whatever you do though, you are not picking Hockey_Lover1832 as your name, I think you traumatised me with that little prank of yours. Haunted me with that mystery for a week straight!” 

“I thought it was a pretty good name…” Logan replied, almost sounding upset by his lack of approval. Wade would feel bad if he didn’t feel so strongly about that username.

“It’s booooooring ! You need something new, something exciting, like–” Cogs began to turn in Wade’s head, the hamster most certainly already long dead in its little wheel. If they were in a cartoon, Wade would have smoke coming out of his brain right now. “ GAY LORD !”

“I’m not choosing Gay Lord,” Logan declined bluntly, making it Wade’s turn now to pout at his disapproval.

“Why nooooooot ?” 

“It’s stupid.”

“No it’s not! Gay Lord is a very sensible and sophisticated name and much less boring than Hockey_Lover1832. Seriously? What even is that number combination? You could’ve gone with the old classic 69 or 420, maybe even the much more scandalous 69420, but no!” Wade crossed his arms over his chest like a petulant child, causing Logan to stifle a chuckle. “It’s not funny, this is a very serious topic we are discussing right now!”

“It’s just a silly name, bub.”

That caused Wade to gasp, loud and over the top as he usually would, clutching his chest in faux outrage.

“Just a silly name? Just a silly name ?!” Okay maybe he was actually a little offended by the comment, but he could never stay mad at his Wolvie Bear. “That ‘silly name’ is going to be the first thing people see when they enter a game with you! You don’t want to be known as something boring like Hockey_Lover1832! How is little Billy down the street going to get a bad case of gamer rage and break his fifth controller of the month when he has to shout out the mouthful that is Hockey_Lover1832? You need a name that rolls off the tongue!”

Logan at least seemed amused by Wade’s rant (Wade, less so), but still considered some of what he was saying.

“Okay, so what do you propose?” Before Wade could give his input, Logan interrupted him. “Something that isn’t Gay Lord.”

Wade frowned, wondering what was so wrong with his suggestion of Gay Lord (he thought it was pretty good himself), before he reluctantly went back to the drawing board.

“What about… f$c%_4r0u&d_f1nd_0ut!” Wade answered excitedly, already approving the username in his head.

“What?” Logan just stared at him dumbfounded, more than likely wondering how Wade even pronounced that name (a mystery nobody would likely solve), Wade soon deflating at his reaction.

“Claw_Daddy420?”

“Nope.”

“I_<3_Po0L_b0Y69!”

“...No.”

“D3ADP00LSB1TCH!?”

“Fuck no.”

“SugarTits900?”

“ Wade .” 

Logan was clearly losing his patience, Wade scrambling for some kind of sign from the heavens (or the author) for the perfect username suggestion… and then it hit him.

“Oh, what about Im_Canadian288?”

Logan seemed to genuinely consider it, letting the name roll off his tongue. 

“Im_Canadian288?”

“Yeah, like that one line from X-Men Origins! Underrated gem in my opinion, not to mention that sneaky little reference to the comics- ” 

“Alright.” Logan cut Wade off, putting a stop to his insane rambling. “Let’s go with that then.”

Wade clasped his hands together happily, even giving a little clap before he was picking up the controller again. Soon enough, Logan had his account set up, with a cute profile picture of King Boo to boot (Wade had insisted he make one). It was perfect, leaving them now with only one thing to do. 

“Get ready, Peanut, ‘cause once I boot my Switch up, you’re cooked in Mario Kart.” 

Logan gave him a look, one that screamed “what the fuck did you just say?”. Wade felt an immediate need to educate his poor 200+ year old roommate.

“Just a lil’ something I learnt from the kids over on TikTok, you should hear the lingo they’re spitting on there!”

Wade began to reach for his Nintendo Switch, the system tucked cozily beside his gaming setup, an idea very quickly forming in his brain. “We should stream this!”

Logan looked up at him from the TV, a single eyebrow raised. 

“What?”

“My fans are soooo gonna love this!” Wade exclaimed, already dragging over his desk and computers so he could properly position it all in front of the couch. Future him would have to deal with that later. “They’ll eat this up big time ! Then I’ll be able to buy you seven Nintendo Switch’s!”

“I don’t need seven Switch’s, bub.” Logan rolled his eyes, glancing now to the camera sitting not too far from them. “Is this really necessary?”

“Uh? Yeah!” Wade huffed, hands firmly planted on his hips like a stern mother. “This is called the Streamer Wade Wilson AU afterall, would be false advertising if we didn’t include it somewhere .”

Logan was (understandably) very lost, but nevertheless listened to Wade’s insane rambling. It wouldn’t be the first or last time Wade said something strange like this, he knew that better than anyone else.

“Well,” Logan began to boot up Mario Kart 8 on his own Nintendo Switch, his controller sitting comfortably between his hands. “If you’re gonna stream it, suppose I’ll try not to embarrass you too much.”

Wade couldn’t help but laugh out loud at that, his competitive side already beginning to perk it’s head up. It only made him more eager to stream their little competition.

“Sorry, peanut, but I’m afraid you’ll be the one flushing red from embarrassment!” Wade picked up his own Switch, closing his game of Super Smash Bros to open Mario Kart 8 in its place. “I’m a total pro at Mario Kart!”

“Heh, we’ll see.”

Now that got Wade real fired up. 

What Wade was maybe not expecting when the two started playing was just how quickly Logan picked up the controls. He thought he’d have to spend the next five hours explaining how to drift or how to use items, but Logan got the hang of it by the time they reached their third race. 

Wade had picked Rosalina (because why wouldn’t he want a gay icon like her as his character?) and Logan had picked Bowser. He’d initially gone to pick Mario before Wade started pestering him about the decision, talking about how “basic” he was for picking him and how “Luigi is so much cooler”. Out of spite, Logan had picked Bowser, just to shut Wade up so they could finally play the damn game.

Character choices aside, Logan was good. Way too good for someone's first time playing. Wade was starting to wonder if the old man had played this game before, or at least some super old and outdated version considering how long he’d been alive. The guy was practically a fossil, leaving Wade beyond stunned when Logan suddenly found himself on a winning streak against him. He was so taken aback by it all, he’d all but forgotten about his adoring audience, practically malding as he began to play progressively worse.

“Hey, come on!” Wade yelled out as another red shell hit him, destroying his chances of moving up in the ranks like he’d hoped. “How the hell are they getting so many red shells in 7th? They’ve gotta be cheating for sure!”

Logan just let out an amused huff, only causing Wade to complain even louder.

“And riddle me this, Peanut,” Wade huffed, watching helplessly as his character was once more hit by another red shell. “How come you’re so good at this game anyway? I mean, maybe there’s some old man version of Mario Kart you played in the 90’s or something, or maybe you’re just a fast learner, but this –” Wade gestured wildly towards the TV screen, where of which stood the evidence of Logan’s status of first place.

Logan simply shrugged, a wicked smirk on his lips. This did nothing to satiate Wade’s burning jealousy.

“No seriously! You know all the shortcuts, know how all the items work–” Wade listed off on his fingers, his own game sitting neglected in his lap as his rank began to drop lower. “Hell, you even know how to put the shells behind you for protection! I didn’t teach you that !”

Logan let out a loud and boisterous laugh, controller falling into his lap as he finally crossed the finish line, focus shifting entirely to Wade. Wade couldn’t help but admire the sound.

“Learnt from your streams.” Logan confirmed bluntly, eyes shifting between Wade’s face and that of the stream idly playing to the side of them, recording their little gaming session. 

That caused Wade to pause, forgetting the race completely. It wasn’t all that surprising to learn Logan was watching his streams. Of course he’d seen a few, considering "The Donating Incident™” that had happened a few weeks ago, but for him to actually pay attention to the game he was playing? For Logan to genuinely try and learn from those streams, potentially all just to play the game with him ? 

Wade couldn’t take it anymore, not when his heart was beating so violently in his chest.

“Why are you so interested in my streaming gig anyway?” It came out more harshly than Wade had liked, almost accusatory, as if it were a bad thing. “You could be doing so much more with your time than watching me play some stupid video games.”

The way Logan’s face dropped caused Wade’s own heart to sink. He immediately knew he’d spoken out of turn, the smile that had once graced his lips now gone, reduced to a pitiful frown. 

“I like watching you play games.” Logan’s voice came out in an almost timid manner, mumbled under his breath. It only made Wade feel worse.

“Yeah well–” Wade just couldn’t keep his mouth shut, could he? “You could still be doing something better than that like– I dunno– being hot?”

Wade was fighting for his life, digging himself deeper into his own grave. The look Logan was giving him wasn’t making things better, only causing him to flounder around more; Wade felt like a fish struggling to find its way back to the ocean.

“Help me out here, chat!” Wade turned his head away from Logan, anything to get away from that gut wrenching expression. It’s not like looking at his chat was much help either, Wade frantically sifting through the many comments flooding in. 

Before he could even find his scapegoat in the form of one of his chat suggestions, Wade felt a gentle hand rest under his chin, directing his head away from his computer screen. It was Logan, of course it was Logan, that sad look still resting on his brow.

“Wade, look at me.” 

Wade wanted to do anything but that, eyes desperately searching for anything, anything , to look at. Logan wasn’t having it, however, grip firm as he turned Wade’s gaze to meet his own.

“ Wade ,” Logan began, a sigh leaving his lips as he gazed into Wade’s glossy eyes. The look on Logan’s face was almost enough to make him feel sick. 

“I want to watch your streams, I want to watch you play those games you enjoy–” Logan was clearly struggling to find his words, fumbling over them as he gazed into Wade’s eyes, ensuring they were holding eye contact the whole time. “I like seeing you.. happy.”

Wade wanted to cry. He was crying, fuck , when did that happen? He wasn’t even aware of the tears that had started running down his cheeks until he felt the tender brush of Logan’s thumb against his skin, wiping them away as he gently cradled his face. 

“I like… you .” Those three words came out in the quietest mumble, barely heard spilling from Logan’s lips.

Surely Wade had misheard, right? No way this was real, right?! Wade’s brain was trying to find a million and one ways to excuse what he’d heard, but it became all the more difficult to deny when Logan continued to whisper sweet words to him.

“Have for a while actually… been meaning to tell you for–” Logan trailed off, brows furrowing as he began to think to himself. “Well, let’s just say… too long.”

“Why?” That was the first thing that came to Wade’s mind. Why ? Why like him ? Why..

“What do you mean?” 

“What do you mean ‘what do you mean’? Isn’t it obvious?!” Wade pulled away from Logan’s grasp, missing the gentle touch almost immediately, but his mind was already set in its stubborn ways. “I mean– look at me !”

Logan sat there, doing just as Wade said. He looked at him, like, really looked at him. His eyes raked up and down his form, causing Wade to squirm in his own skin. He suddenly very much didn’t want Logan to look at him.

“I’m looking,” Logan finally spoke, breaking the painfully long pause of silence between them. “You’re beautiful.”

Wade wasn’t expecting that response, and his tear ducts clearly weren’t either, the water works making an appearance once more. 

Wade didn’t usually cry, at least not when there were eyes on him to see how pathetic and broken he was. He’d braved his emotions in the Honda when Logan had laid into him, he’d held in his tears when he’d received mean comments on his streams about his appearance. But somehow, Logan’s sweet words were what broke him, ugly sobs beginning to wrack his body.

This was definitely not how he expected things to go. He thought he’d be crushing Logan at Mario Kart, not sobbing like a child waiting for his turn on the Xbox. What he also didn’t expect was Logan’s reaction to the tears, gentle hands mapping a path around his body, arms pulling him into Logan’s warm embrace. 

Wade buried his face into Logan’s chest, tears no doubt staining his shirt, inconveniencing Logan just that little bit more. He didn’t know why Logan bothered with him, what he even saw in a loser like him. None of it made sense.

Logan’s hands were gentle, cradling him against his body, holding him close. His hands glided up and down his back in a soothing motion, trying to soothe Wade’s painful sobs, whispering the sweetest words of reassurance against the shell of his ear.

He’d almost forgotten this was all on stream.

God, what did his fans think of this shit show? Their beloved PoOl_BoY69, curled up like a child in his hot roommate’s lap, wailing over a silly compliment. They probably thought he was a total crybaby.

Logan had also seemingly remembered the stream existed, shifting Wade from his arms, and leaving him on his lonesome on the couch. Just for a moment, Wade thought Logan had finally had enough of him. That he had finally chosen to do something, anything , better with his time than deal with his little pity party. But then he noticed Logan from the corner of his eye, standing hunched over in front of his computer.

“How do you work this stupid thing–” Wade could barely hear him mutter under his breath, watching as Logan attempted to do… something with his mouse and keyboard. It was clear Logan wasn’t getting anywhere, however.

“Fuck this–” Logan turned back towards Wade, visibly gritting his teeth in frustration, walking back to where he’d left Wade on the couch. 

Suddenly, Logan’s arms were around him once more, this time lifting him off the couch completely. Wade let out a small surprised noise, gripping onto Logan as he was carried… somewhere . 

It’s not like the apartment was very big, there was barely any space for them to even live in, but Logan seemed to make do. He brought them into the bathroom, as far away from the stream as they could physically get, carefully shutting the lid on the toilet, sitting atop it with Wade sat on his lap.

Maybe it wasn’t the most romantic location for his little meltdown, but Wade could at least appreciate the thought behind the decision.

His tears had begun to slowly settle, eyes and cheeks sore, flared up in a painful red from all his sobbing. 

Even then, Logan cradled him with so much care.

“Feeling any better?” Logan’s voice was soft, Wade feeling his warm breath fan across his head. Wade swallowed his nerves, carefully shifting his gaze up towards Logan’s face.

His expression was fond, concerned even, gazing into Wade’s eyes in a way he couldn’t quite pinpoint. It was almost… affectionate.

Logan’s hand found its way to his cheek once again, thumb rubbing gentle circles into it, treating the irritated skin with care. If Wade hadn’t already exhausted his tear ducts, he knew he’d be a sobbing mess all over again. 

“Did you–” Wade had to pause, his nerves threatening to swallow him whole, voice not at all as confident as it usually was. “Did you… mean all that? What you said–”

“Every word,” Logan interrupted him, a gentle smile gracing his lips. “You think I’d really come sit on your lap while you’re streaming or donate all that money to you if I didn’t?”

Now when Logan put it like that, it did seem kinda obvious, didn’t it?

“I just– I thought that just meant we were getting along, y’know–” Wade was internally cringing at his own obliviousness, Logan’s advances towards him now sticking out like a sore thumb. “Getting friendly with each other...”

Logan finally gave Wade a look he could recognise, a look of exasperation. He visibly facepalmed at Wade’s thought process, Wade knowing damn well he deserved all the facepalms in the world. He really was an idiot, wasn’t he?

“Bub–” Logan rubbed at his temple, a deep sigh leaving his lips. “You can’t be that oblivious–”

“Unfortunately, I very much may be.”

It seemed to take every shred of will power within Logan to not call Wade an idiot, even if Wade thought so himself, and continued to speak in that sickeningly gentle voice.

“You’re telling me, you , the guy who makes sex jokes every five minutes or jokes about my ‘tits’ or whatever the hell,” Logan let out another, even deeper, sigh. “You make all those damn jokes about me and around me, yet you didn’t notice any of the shit I was doing?”

“In my defence, Wolvie, most people don’t find this ,” Wade gestures to himself, still sat rather comfortably in Logan’s lap. “Super hot or attractive.”

“I find you attractive,” Logan said firmly, as if there was no argument against the statement. Wade would argue otherwise, but it was clear Logan was dead set on his views.

“I said most people,” Wade reiterated. “And apparently, you’re not most people.”

“Nope.” 

Wade finally recognised what that strange look on Logan’s face meant.

“So like– you seriously like me?” Wade asked point blank, still trying to wrap his head around how Logan of all people could even look at him with anything but disgust. “This isn’t one of those super fucked up wet dreams I have where I’ll suddenly wake up alone in bed and maybe cry my eyes out for the next five days while listening to “I Don’t Love You” by My Chemical Romance situations?”

Okay, maybe that was a little too oddly specific, but he had to make sure.

“I seriously like you,” Logan answered confidently, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he continued, “You might be an annoying jabbering prick sometimes–”

“All the time.” 

“ Sometimes ,” Logan emphasised more firmly, completely brushing off Wade’s attempts at self-deprecation. “But… you’re my annoying jabbering prick, and I wouldn’t have things any other way.”

God, Wade’s heart hurt . For once, it was a good hurt (or at least he hoped it was). How the hell was he supposed to reply to that? Literally nothing he could say would never match up to what Logan just said. 

It didn’t help that Logan was looking at him, making direct eye contact with him, waiting for an answer. He probably looked like a deer in the headlights right now, just staring and not speaking. It was very un-Wade of him.

“Am I in heaven or something?” Was all his brain could seemingly come up with, falling back on his usual crutch of making jokes. “Actually no, this is probably hell with how hot this damn room feels. Is that just me?”

Logan clearly wasn’t too pleased by Wade’s avoidant answer, it barely counted as an answer at all, strengthening his grip on Wade.

“Wade, please –” 

“Look, I just–” Wade knew he had to say something, Logan was over here pouring his heart out while Wade was joking around like this wasn’t a big deal to him. Why was it now when he needed it most that his brain had taken a vacation? “Y’know what, fuck using words.”

If his brain wasn’t going to throw him a bone, he’d just have to take things into his own hands. 

His stomach did a full 360 as his hands grabbed towards Logan’s own face, almost aggressively shoving his face against his in a rather clumsy kiss. 

Could he have done that better? Most certainly, but again, brain had gone bye bye. Logan was clearly surprised by the way he jolted, but soon melted into the kiss, the two sucking face as if it were the last thing they’d ever do. 

Maybe he’d been a little too eager to exchange saliva with Logan, as soon gravity seemed to take revenge on his rash decision, the two of them toppling off the toilet seat and onto the bathroom floor.

Now usually Wade wouldn’t object to having 400lbs of Wolverine on top of him, hell, he’d maybe thank the wonderful author who made it happen if he ever found himself in such a scenario, but this wasn’t one of those situations. 

Maybe 600lbs of Wolverine was fun when you were properly prepped for it, but to have that weight suddenly fall atop you and crush you into a very uncomfortable tiled floor? Yeah, Wade wasn’t having fun anymore.

The noise that came out of Wade was definitely not one he wished to be making, at least not in this context, wheezing for air as it was crushed out of him like a juice box. Logan was quickly scrambling to get off of him.

“Shit, you alright, bub?” Logan’s eyes were full of worry, straddled upon Wade’s hips as he stared down at him. 

“I’m good,” Wade managed to wheeze out. “Never been better, in fact, being crushed to death by a devilishly handsome Wolverine is on my bucket list.”

That at least reassured Logan he wasn’t dead, not like he would stay dead anyways, but he seemed relieved nonetheless.

“Can I get a redo?” Wade sat up eagerly, hands resting on Logan’s hips. “That was a very unsexy first kiss, and I need to remedy it immediately.”

Logan just chuckled, his own hands finding refuge on Wade’s waist, leaning closer into one another’s touch.

“I wouldn’t call it ‘unsexy’, but sure–”

Logan barely managed to finish what he was saying before Wade was all over him once again, pulling him even closer into his lap. Wade kissed fiercely, as did Logan, the both of them clearly eager to swallow the other up whole. 

Wade wished he had spoken up sooner about how hopelessly in love he was with Logan now knowing this was the result. Shit, he still technically hadn’t, had he?

Wade pulled back rather suddenly, swearing he could hear a whine leave Logan’s lips as he did. God, this man was going to be the death of him.

“Hey, uh, yeah– so like–” Wade was already blowing it and he hadn’t barely said anything either, at least nothing coherent. He slapped the side of his head, hoping that’d somehow unscramble his thoughts. “What you said, y’know, the whole liking me thing? I uh– I like you too, a lot even.”

A pause passed between the two of them, short, but still long enough for the need to fill it to spring up.

“Okay, maybe that’s an understatement, I’ve got the hots for you big time .” Wade felt a weight lift off his shoulders, one he should’ve shrugged off a long time ago. “Probably had the hots for you since we first met, I mean, the stuff we did in that Honda Odyssey? Still think about it constantly, might have an unhealthy obsession with it actually.”

Logan huffed out a small laugh, a toothy grin gracing his lips, leaning in to rest his forehead against Wade’s.

“I got the hots for you too, Red.” Logan leaned in even closer, lips ghosting over Wade’s own. “ Big time .”

“Aww c’mon! You can’t just repeat what I said and make it sound all sexy and shit! That’s not fair!” Wade whined, a small peck being delivered to his lips courtesy of Logan.

“How is it not fair?”

“Because–” Wade paused, mind scrounging for some kind of reason to present Logan with. Unfortunately, his mind came up blank. “Fuck you.”

Logan just laughed again, unable to hold himself back from kissing Wade again. 

“If you ask nicely.”

Yep, Logan was gonna kill him. How the fuck was he supposed to respond to that ?!

“You can’t keep getting away with this, Peanut, I won’t survive the rest of the night.”

“Good thing you can’t die then.”

• ┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

Finally leaving the bathroom after a totally not suspicious amount of time, the two of them returned back to the couch. 

Wade managed to catch a glimpse at his chat when he finally sat down, the stream still live even after… all that . 

“Couldn’t figure out how to cut it off.” Logan shrugged, not so subtly leaning into Wade’s side. “Didn’t want to break anything so…” Logan trailed off, shrugging his arms indifferently.

Wade took a good look at the chat finally, it still blowing up after all that time spent in the bathroom. The messages ranged from things like “KISS HIM!!” and “omg they’re so cute together”, but there were also some showing concern for his little meltdown earlier. 

He was surprised in all honesty, for how badshit insane his chat were, they could also be kind of– wait, scratch that, the degenerates have entered the chat. Yep, nope, moment over.

Wade’s attention was pulled away from chat by Logan, once again, placing a gentle hand under his chin. This time, Wade happily leaned into the touch.

“Love you, Red.” Wade recognised the expression on Logan’s face now, that expression of pure love and admiration. He still couldn’t believe he’d been so blind to it before.

“Love you too, Wolvie.” 

He didn’t care if the chat could see them, didn’t care if their gaming session had been cut short, just knowing what he had right in front of him was enough. 

Their lips locked once again in a tender embrace, Wade’s chat no doubt eating up the sight, but neither one of them could care. All that mattered was that they had each other.