BEST BUBS! (Deadpool x Wolverine)

Nerves

  Logan wanted to forget about his bold move, but he couldn't. Was that enough? Couldn't he do more? Why was he curious in the first place?

  It is a different universe. This can't be the craziest thing he's ever done or will do. He agreed with himself to allow this to go as far as it must.

  He also knew that he'd most likely have to take control of this situation because although Wade talks a lot, he's respectful enough to wait for a clear sign.

  A week has passed since the towel dropped. Logan has realized how easy it was for him to live with Deadpool and blind roommate, and the dog.

  He's already started his pile of bottles next to the couch in the living room.

  Wade is often up to something no one cares to ask about, and the blind lady is usually up to something illegal, but The Wolverine doesn't leave the apartment... ever.

  The routine quickly sets in.

  As a man with a good heart, Logan doesn't want to be deadweight. He needs to start being a hero! He needs to join Deadpool with whatever he must be doing.

  What is he doing? Let's see.

  WOAH, WOAH! Who says you can just barge in like this? I'm a man with boundaries.

  I won't tell you what he was doing in the bathroom.

  Damn, right you wont tell them you pervert!

  .. I was touching myself, reader.

  Don't talk to them.

  Let's leave.

  Truth is, Wade has been on a high for Logan since the incident. All those jokes he made before suddenly died down now that he has been given a glimpse of hope at an actual sexual relationship with The Wolverine.

  He's been... nervous. Can you believe it? Deadpool. Nervous.

  Nerves like seeing your crush in the hallway, and it just catches you off guard. Down bad.

On the contrary, Logan has been a little harsher. Deep down, he's conflicted.

So that night when Wade returned home from the bar (in his suit). He has some interaction with the blind lady, who sits next to Logan on the couch. And played it cool by giving Logan a quick "Hi," before going to his room to clean up.

A few hours pass until night, and this time The Wolverine is at Deadpool's door.

"Who is it?" a sing-singy voice replies to the knock.

"It's me," Logan answers, annoyed.

It's quiet for a moment, and then the rummaging starts, and then the door flies open. "Oh, hello. Come on in the water's fine," he grins, gesturing Logan in.

He steps in and sits at the desk in Wade's room. Which was smaller than his. He notices how selfless that decision was. The decision to give Logan the bigger room. And again he's grateful.

"I need a job... or something," he breaks the silence.

"Oh?" Wade sits on the bed crosses his leg one over the other and places his hands on the top knee. "What kind of job? Construction? Plumbing?"

"No," Logan groans.

"Modeling? Acti-,"

"Wade," he interrupts. Demanding seriousness.

"Oh, I see. You wanna be a hero again, is that it?"

Logan glances away.

"Well, the X-Men still exist here. Remember that moody teen and Yukio <3 and the big sexy tin man? I'm sure they're telling everyone about you now. You could just walk right in and they'll slob all over you," but Wade didn't really want him to leave. They were practically besties now!

"Oh, I don't know about that," Logan couldn't imagine facing them, not when he let them down so terribly in the last world.

Suppressing a sigh of relief, Wade thought of what else he could possibly do.

Wade snaps his fingers with an idea. "You could be my side-kick!"

Logan lets out one of his rare but hearty laughs. "Side-kick! You've gotta be fucking kidding me." The last part was a bit of a growl.

Wade fans himself. He thought that was hot.

I sure did. That stare. Makes you forget he's 55 with a wife and kids.

"I was just joking, calm down, Terminator. But you can help me fuck some people up for jobs at the mercenary bar. Now, I don't kill anymore so it won't be as fun—,"

Logan looks at him, sternly.

"Bad Deadpool. I meant it won't be as... uh... fuck, I meant what I said. But we'll only be heroes."

"Alright," Logan stands to leave.

"You know, it's never a crime to say 'thank you' muffin," Wade says as Logan is swinging the door closed.

Logan pauses. "Thank you," and he meant it more than Wade could know.

I'm hard.