BEST BUBS! (Deadpool x Wolverine)

Back Seat

  The next day Wolverine was introduced to Deadpool's work and this caused them to spend the day together, practically fighting crime.

  Good old-fashioned crime fighting.

  Now they're in a cab.

  "This is my friend Dopinder, he's a lady's man," Wade introduces the driver, his friend to Wolverine.

Dopinder glances back and the cab swerves.

"WOLVERINE!"

"That's right Dopinder. And he's here to stay." Deadpool assures. He places his hand on Logan's thigh and says "Isn't that right, big boy?"

"That's right," he shrugs, looking out the window.

But he doesn't move Deadpool's hand.

As Dopinder goes on his fan rant about the wrong Wolverine while watching the road, Deadpool and Wolverine are alone in the back.

Deadpool is shocked that his hand hasn't been moved from the man's thigh. He inches it upward.

Logan shifts a bit in his seat.

Deadpool gasps, low but comedically.

Why is he letting me do this? What did you DO to him?

Shh. I'm trying to watch too.

Logan didn't mind. He already decided that Wade could be thanked like this, and he was willing to do it, but he wouldn't make the first move...

Oops, we left Deadpool for too long, he's now got a hold of his crotch.

To his surprise, an erection was growing in his suit. And it didn't take long for Wade's erection to match.

Deadpool is an idiot. But he isn't a disrespectful/disgusting one, so he waited until they arrived at the apartment to say anything.

"You were unusually quiet this ride Mr. Pool, is everything alright?" Dopinder wondered as the two stepped out of the cab.

"Just fine. Go on now, go." Deadpool shoos him with a gesture of his hand.

"You have to pay-." Deadpool closes the door before Dopinder can finish his sentence.

He catches up with Wolverine climbing the steps to the apartment and dusts his hands off each other.

"Now, where were we?" He sighs, caressing Wolverine's arm.

Wolverine smacks him away.

Deadpool gasps. "Wolvie!" He frowns (under the mask) comedically.

"You forgot to pay your friend." Logan groans, reaching the final step.

Deadpool unlocks the door. "Ya know, I don't know what's gotten into you but it's freaking me the hell out."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Logan denies.

"Oh, you don't want them to know."

He's looking at us.

"Who?" Logan grunts, and sits on the couch next to the blind lady.

The blind lady moves. She doesn't like to be near the Wolverine, she thinks she's hallucinating his voice when he's near because she thought he was dead. But anyway.

Deadpool seats himself beside Wolverine and takes off his mask.

Logan takes a second to glance to the side at Wade and his grin. He looks back at the T.V. "God, you're hideous," he shakes his head.

"God, you're gorgeous." Wade counters. "You did good out there today, handsome." His eyes are glued to Logan's face while Logan's are on the T.V. playing an old action movie.

After about a minute Logan can't ignore the idiot to the right for long. "What do you want?"

"Oh, you know what I want. You've made that very clear." He smirks.

Logan scans the room for the old lady. She must've gone into Wade's room. (They share a bedroom.)

"So what if I know? What am I supposed to do about that?" Logan finally makes eye contact.

Wade gulps, nervous, not in a million years expecting someone to give in like this.

"Are we gonna have sex?"

As much as it stunned Logan to hear. He was a careless man now, and although this new world offered hope it was in his heart to be hopeless. And this, was his rock bottom, so... sure.

He didn't say anything.

Wade got the hint and hurriedly got out of his suit and stood in his briefs in front of the man.

"Get out of my way," Logan grunted as he got off the couch to move to his room, closing and locking the door.

Wade stood there-

Hard and anxious for some Wolverine pounding. I like where this is going writer, maybe have him a little less conflicted, and more eager to plunge my hole, yeah?