BEST BUBS! (Deadpool x Wolverine)

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SMUT AT THE *

"There's no one here," Deadpool says as they open the doors to the school.

"You don't know that. This is just the lobby," Wolverine huffs, annoyed.

They walk in and look around. Not a trace.

"It's so dark in here, maybe they're in the middle of a game of hide-n-seek and we're just ruining the fun. You know what? That isn't even realistic because those games just turn into tag after five minutes anyway—."

Logan tightens his fists and thinks "If this idiot doesn't shut the hell up, I swear to god..." as he thinks of a threat he starts to feel warm inside.

He glances at Wade as they walk a long, dim hall.

Still babbling.

"I know you're old, but man do you keep it up," Wade half whispered, looking down at Wolverine's suit.

Logan gave him a confused look, then followed his eyes.

"Shut up," he said, sounding more disgusted than embarrassed for Wade sexualizing him.

"I'm just saying, after last night—."

"Shut it."

"Oh, you must've really li—."

*

But Wolverine had him by the throat now and was pushing him to his knees. "Do you ever shut up, you imbecile?" He scowled.

Wade wasn't saying a word.

"He's quiet when he's flustered," Logan thought, and that thought gave him a rush. He quickly began to undo his suit bottoms.

Wade, just as eager, pulled his mask up enough to expose his mouth for Logan's erection.

Logan gripped the top of Wade's mask and slammed his head against the wall to position himself at his mouth.

The slam left a crack in the wall and gave Wade a concussion that healed in about twenty seconds.

As soon as he was back to his senses he remembered what was happening and still was weak from pure want. So his arms fell to his sides and he let Logan take control.

He stuck out his tongue and just as fast, Logan plunged himself in.

The thrill of shutting up his friend exhilarated him more than anything, it made his stomach turn with excitement.

"Ahh, fuck," he sighed.

Logan wasn't being gentle or slow, so the gagging came on swiftly.

The sound of the rhythm echoed in the hall, being connected to the wall.

Wade tried to hold himself together by placing his hands on Logan's thighs, to find a rhythm but Logan was merciless and hungry to climax.

After heaving roughly and a few tears, Wade wanted to tap out. He did so by hitting Logan's thigh twice.

"You can't take it, hm?" Now Logan was so turned on that he needed to use his words. He forced himself deep into Wade's unaccepting, and tightening throat to say, "Choke on it, you annoying son of a bitch."

Unsurprisingly, Wade loved this treatment, and his bulge was pulsing with pain and want in his bottoms while his eyes teared up, more excited than pained.

"Ahhh," Logan sniffled as he came smoothly down Wade's throat. He let it out slowly with a few more slow, deep strokes, not willing to stop.

  Wade swallowed everything and now that Logan was being gentler, Wade could focus and started pulling off his bottoms.

Eventually, Logan pulls out of his mouth and takes a step back to breathe.

"Oh, fuuuck me, I could feel the veins on my tongue!" Wade says breathlessly through a few coughs. "We are so lucky I'm on an empty stomach right now, fuck."

"Get up," Logan says, breathless as well.

"And turn around?"

  Logan ignored that. Wade got off the ground, his erection was exposed.

  But so was Logan's which was nearly recovered.

   "What do you want?" Logan asked, not wanting an answer.

  "Right now?"

  "No, dipshit, next week. Yes, right now!" Logan ran his fingers through his hair, waiting impatiently.

  "To turn around," Wade said, shyly.

  "No," Logan huffed.

  Wade looked for another idea immediately fearing Logan's patience for the first time.

  "Watch me," Wade said.

  "What?"

  "And I'll watch you. Take off your shirt," Wade hurried.

  "Here?" Logan thought, looking around.

  "Not here," Logan shook his head. "Tonight. Alright?"

  Wade understood and said "Alright," with a smile on his face. He pulled his mask back on.

*

  "There's no one here, and it's getting late. We'll just have to watch the news." Logan crossed his arms.

  "Yeah," said Wade, shoving himself back in his briefs.

  I have nothing to say to say to you, you sick fuck. I love you.