Just a Little Release (Poolverine Short)

Part 1

It was the night before the big attack. Wade, Logan and the others were stopped for the night and hunkered down into tents to rest. With six people and only 3 tents, Logan was tempted to sleep on the forest floor, but with a cruel twist of fate, the clouds above started pouring rain mercilessly and had been forced to share a tent with none other than Wade. He laid there listening to the constant drum role of water, unable to fall asleep, when a different sound caught his attention. Wade was shifting next to him, and he thought it might be the merc was just moving in his sleep, until he heard a zipper being undone. He didn't believe it. This fucker was jerking off right behind him! Logan whipped himself around, stabbing his claws into Wade's unsuspecting ribcage, and leaned in close to his head once he'd finished screaming.

"What do you think you're doing, bub?" He spat, "You better hope I'm wrong or else I'll cut your head off"

"Well hi, peanut," Wade grimaced, "Didn't mean to wake you, and I wasn't gonna mess with you in your sleep. Consent is sexier than any ripped guy on a high protein diet. I just needed a little release."

Logan scoffed angrily, digging his fist a little harder into Wade's side and earning a satisfying squawk in reply.

"Fine," he huffed, flopping back behind Wade, "Finish fast."

There was a couple seconds of silence between them until Wade spoke again, tentatively.

"You know, kitty cat, it'd be easier for me if you removed your claws from my organs." When Logan didn't respond, he continued, "Not that it's not hot as hell, just makes it a little harder to focus, and if I can't focus it takes longer for my little buddy to-"

"God, do you ever shut up?!"

Retracting his claws, Logan grabbed Wade's side, spun him around, and shoved their lips together. Wade didn't protest, kissing back with ferocity. He snaked his hands down Logan's sides, feeling out the muscles beneath his skin-tight suit and steadily massaging his fingers into his soft spots. Logan sighed into the kiss, biting Wade's bottom lip to gain access to his tongue. He pressed the other man's hips against his own, relishing in the warmth of his body.

"Hey, Logan," he whispered, breaking away from the kiss, "You're not hard?"

"Don't need to be."

Logan tore one of Wade's hands away from his ass and pressed it against his crotch. The merc froze, stunned to feel the slick seeping out of Logan's cunt.

"I knew I picked the right Wolverine."

Logan smirked, grinding onto Wade's hand and forcing him to pick his jaw off the floor so he could focus. Without wasting anymore time, Wade climbed over Logan, almost ripping his pants as he pulled them off to expose the mouth-watering, hairy thighs underneath.

"Damn peanut, you're so gorgeous." Wade lowered his head towards Logan's heat, only to be stopped.

"Don't-" Logan started, gripping Wade's jaw

"Shhhh," Wade cooed, swatting him away with a scarred hand, "It's not gonna be fun if I'm the only one enjoying myself. You might be as much of a twink as a grizzly bear high on cocaine, but I will still eat you out like it's my last meal on Earth and there's nothing that can stop me."

Logan rolled his eyes, still hesitant, but released the merc's face and let him continue. He twitched when Wade's tongue lapped over his folds, unable to remember the last time something like this happened. Wade on the other hand, was true to his word, latching onto Logan's enlarged clit like an infant while his tongue stretched as far into him as it could reach. Logan tasted musty and sour due to their days without showers, but he didn't care, sucking down the fluids that leaked into his mouth without hesitation.

There's definitely going to be a part 2. When? No idea. But I'm invested.