BEST BUBS! (Deadpool x Wolverine)

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SMUT AT THE *

  That night, Wade gets out of bed to go to the kitchen. He hears the bed squeaking in Logan's room.

Oh-hoho this'll be good. What should I do? Pretend like I thought he was having a seizure and I just HAD to save him? So bust in the room to catch him in the act!

In the act of what?

Oh, don't you play dumb with me. Excuse me.

Wade knocks on the door to Logan's room, and the grunting and bed squeaking continues.

Wow. It sounds like a lion eating a grizzly bear ass-first in there.

Wade unlocks the door with the key from on top of the door frame to open the door slowly... and it's pitch black.

And then three knives slash his face.

"AHHH! WHAT THE FUCK MAN!?" He backs away cupping his bloody face in his hands, waiting for it to heal.

"What the hell do you want!?" Logan, huffs, out of breath, retracting his claws.

"I thought you were having a fucking seizure! I was just trying to help! My god!" Wade cries.

"I can't have a fucking seizure! I can't even get a paper cut for more than a second! What the hell are you talking about!?"

"ALRIGHT! Shhh! You're gonna wake Blind Al!" He whisper-shouts.

"Get out."

"Well what was happening in here, you sounded so... aggressive." Wade flirts toward the end of that sentence.

Logan sighs and clicks on the lamp by the bed. He sits on the edge of the bed, clasps his hands together, and presses his knuckles to his forehead.

"Nightmares," he explains.

"Oh, yeah, I bet, that sounds so horrid," but Wade was being over-sympathetic so that he could sneak a spot right next to Logan on the bed and put one arm around his shoulder and the other on his exposed chest.

He played in the chest hair a bit.

Logan side-eyed him.

"It's okay bear, you can talk to me," Wade nods, encouraging.

Logan removes Wade's hand from his chest.

It goes to his thigh instead.

  "Ya know, a week ago you told me that you'll find something to do. 'You always do.' And just today you've—."

  "You're right. Would you want to have sex?"

  Logan was tired, which made him bolder.

  Wade sat shook for a second.

  "Jokes aside," Logan confirms.

  "Uh... fuck yeah. But if you'll hold on a second and tell me what the fuck is happening to you...?"

  It's you, isn't it? You told these readers you'd keep us in character. Oh, you dirty liar. I just hope you are as good at writing as you are at clickbait. This better be good.

  "Alright, how do we do this?" Logan shrugs.

  "Well—,"

  "Ya know what, I'll turn off the lights so I don't have to see that mess, and you'll start us up. Sound good? Alright." He clicks the lamp back off and Wade lets out an excited chuckle.

  "You're kidding! Oh, where is it?" He was feeling around for Logan's penis.  "I remember it being impressive, but that was before I knew you were suddenly GAY! And could get hard for a man." 

I know that last bit was for me.

Logan sits back and lets Wade take control.

*

Wade is already erect, but he rubs Logan to get him there.

"A little help here? I'm nervous."

Logan groans and pulls down his boxer enough to let out his growing erection. He starts to please himself to get it rolling.

"Oh, that's really hot, are you sure we can't have the lights on just for—,"

"No," Logan huffs through gritted teeth. He hadn't had sex in a while, so this one might come quickly.

"Woah, you sound pretty close there, my turn," Wade gets on his knees and finds Logan's erection to start fondling and licking.

Jean is the person that comes to mind as Logan gets close to his edge.

Wade finally takes him into his mouth.

"Mm," Logan groans.

"Mhm," Wade encourages—very much enjoying himself. He's even got his own erection out of his boxers.

  He starts stroking it along.

  "Ahh," Logan gets close to his edge. He places a hand on Wade's burned head and gets an image of how he looks, but replaces it swiftly with an image of Jean. "Ahh," he becomes more restless, pushing Wade's head down as he readies to cum in his throat.

  Wade speeds up on his own erection, turned on by how aggressive the beast was being. He gagged roughly, from being pushed down for so long, but Logan didn't care, in fact, it was the gagging that made him realize how much Wade in pain turned him on.

  That was the last straw for him, and he came down the man's throat with a loud groan. He might've even shaken a bit, just from how intense and new the feeling was again.

  Wade swallowed easily and kept bobbing his head on it until Logan pulled him away.

  "Mm, tastes like crack." He joked, but he was flustered and honestly desperate now.

  Out of breath, Logan asks, "What about you?" Not really curious, but a gentleman.

  "Oh, I'm almost there," Wade huffs, happily, still on his knees stroking faster now.

  Logan leans his head back as his high relaxes. Wade finishes on the carpet with a loud moan.

And then they sit out of breath together.

"Wow, Wolvie. I cannot wait for next time. I'm out of control now. You've gone too far," he sighs, standing up in the dark. "Shall we cuddle now?"

"Get the fuck out."

"Oh, goodness, you're ashamed!"

"Now."

"Goodnight milkman, see you in the morning," Wade chimes, leaving the room and locking the door behind.

Logan lies back, unashamed actually. Just glad to get a nut out.

Wade skips back to his room where Blind Al is awake and building a snowman.

You're a nasty one, writer. If only I could see him when he CAME I'd probably KISS you right now! Haa. Well, goodnight. And to you all too.