And they were roommates - Deadpool x Wolverine (ONE SHOTS MOVED)

and they were roomates (part 2)

When the two awoke the next morning, the room once filled with lust was now filled with awkwardness. Wade couldn't even figure out a pun to break the thick wall of silence.

Logan, however, decided to break the silence. "This isn't happening again. It was a one-time thing. I just want that to be clear," Logan's voice sounded stern.

Wade, who was rolled over, not facing Logan, frowned a little bit. "Hey buddy, this didn't happen by my fruition, let's make that queer," Wade mocked Logan's statement with a rhyme.

"I don't fucking care who or what started it, I just want you to understand it was a fucking accident."

"Yeah, okay, keep telling yourself that," Wade said as he stood up, still naked from the night before.

"Wade, you're naked. Al is on the couch. Do not traumatize her," Logan urged, a genuine concern in his voice.

Wade turned around, and Logan found himself making intense eye contact with him, trying to avoid looking at Wade's other head.

"Hey, Wolfie, quick question?"

"Yeah?" Logan replied, still trying to keep his eyes off Wade's cock, though it was tempting to just look down a smidge and see what he wanted to see.

"What do I call her?"

Logan's eyes slipped down Wade's body, reaching his cock, and every other thought in his mind disappeared. "Huh?" he managed to choke out.

"Al, what do I call her?"

"Oh—uh—Blind Al."

"Yeah, exactly. So how is the sight of my cock scarring her?"

Logan paused for a second, pissed at himself for being so stupid. "Shut the fuck up and get out of here," he said, picking his boot off the ground and tossing it toward Wade.

"I may be Blind Al, but I am NOT Deaf Al. Keep your voices down if you're screwing in my bed," Al yelled as she walked past the doorway, causing an eruption of laughter between them all.

"Okay, but seriously, can you get dressed, Wade?"

"Yeah... yeah, I can."

and with that Wade picked clothes up off the ground and left the room.

***

The next few days were very awkward, at least for Logan. Wade, on the other hand, didn't really feel awkward at all.

The only thing Wade had an issue with was the fact that Logan was avoiding him. They hadn't talked more than Wade making a stupid remark and Logan scowling at him.

To make matters even worse, Logan was sleeping on the floor beside the bed, rather than in the bed. Wade tried to make light of the situation, cracking jokes and poking fun at Logan, but his usual humor fell flat. Logan's responses were curt and distant, and the tension between them only grew thicker.

One night, after yet another day of strained silence, Wade decided he had had enough. He found Logan sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed with a drink in hand. Wade plopped down beside him, nudging him with his shoulder.

"Hey, big guy. You planning to avoid me forever?" Wade asked, trying to keep his tone light but sincere.

Logan grunted, taking a swig from his bottle. "Not in the mood, Wade."

"Well, too bad. I am," Wade replied, determination in his voice. "Look, I get it. You're freaked out about what happened. But it's not the end of the world."

Logan sighed, rubbing his temples. "It's not just that. It's... everything. I'm not good with this kind of stuff."

"What kind of stuff? Sleeping with a ridiculously good-looking guy in unicorn pajamas?" Wade joked, but his eyes held genuine concern.