Big Book of Smut (multi-fandom)

ORIGINS POOLVERINE : dry humping (🔥)

The dimly lit room was heavy with the scent of sweat and the faint metallic tang of blood. Logan was lounging in his bed, his arm draped over his eyes and a flask clutched in his free hand against his chest. He shifts around uncomfortably against the sticky sheets. The air was hot and humid and just absolutely disgusting. It was doing nothing to help his current state. He breathed in a sharp breath and sat up slightly, bringing the flash to his lips for a drink and he attempted to wipe sweat off his bare chest. It was no use. His entire body was just soaked.

"Rough day?"

Logan lifted his eyes to the doorway and was met by the only person who's voice alone could immediately irritate the soul out of him like that. Wade fucking Wilson. His voice was almost a growl when he spoke. "Yeah. You could say that. Got my ass handed to me by a bunch of mercs." He was fully sat up now and had moved to sit against the wall at the head of the bed.

Wade took his seat on the edge of the bed, the mattress creaking slightly with the added weight. "Oh no!" He exclaimed with false concern. "Did they leave any scratches? You might need some neosporin!" He waggled his finger towards Logan in the way a doctor would while lecturing you about smoking or something of that sort.

"Very funny." Logan's fingers twitched against the cool metal of the flask, a rough contrast to the violently hot temperature of the room. "What about you? I heard you took down a whole squad with a pizza cutter." This was his poor attempt at making a joke.

Wade smiled slightly and played into it happily. "Hey! It's a versatile weapon okay!" He shot back, snagging the flask from Logan and bringing it to his own lips for a drink. "And I'm pretty sure I delivered some killer pizza to those guys. Extra cheese, extra dead." He laughs and took another drink before handing the flask back. "You'd know something about versatile weapons huh sparkle fingers?"

Logan eyed the flask in his hand, chuckling before taking a drink. He couldn't think of any way to respond or continue the joke. He couldn't think of much actually. His head was so fogged up from how he was feeling. He shifted. He could smell Wade. He must have not showered yet. He could smell the sweat dampening his shirt. He breathed out shakily and stiffened, moving further back against the wall.

"Jokes aside, you did good out there Logan. As always."

"Mh.. Thanks." He mumbled the response. His eyes raked over Wade's form, he couldn't help it. He was so full of urges. Urges clawing at him and begging to be pleased. He hadn't noticed that he had started panting lightly.

"Maybe you've had enough to drink?" Wade commented softly, tilting his head in an attempt to meet Logan's eyes. Logan broke the eye contact just as quickly as he had met it and glanced away at the floor. "Logan?"

His gaze snapped back to Wade. And he could feel himself breaking. His eyes flicked to Wade's lips and he could feel the unease settling over Wade's body.

"You good?"

"Shut up." Logan growled under his breath. He knew how Wade felt about him. He knew how Wade looked at him while they were showering or changing. He wasn't the best option, but he was something. Logan leaned forward slightly and Wade tensed up, shifting and hesitantly bringing his hand up towards Logan's face. Logan's own hand snapped up to roughly grab Wade's wrist, stopping him. "Hold still.." He mumbled hoarsely, leaning further forward. "Don't move.." Wade was trembling and so was Logan. He paused just before he met his lips... and the he kissed him.

It was a slow, controlled kiss, as he fought everything to keep himself tame. He practically purred against Wade's mouth, opening his lips against the other mans. His breathing was strained, rough and broken as he pressed forward. His grip around Wade's wrist tightened and Wade whimpered softly against Logan's lips. He was fighting everything. Every impulse. Every urge. Every instinct. A soft touch against his thigh. Wade's free hand. Something soft and reassuring. Something... unfamiliar. Gentle touches like this were not something Logan was used to. No.

The kiss broke, but only for a second. A split second for Logan to move. Moving to press Wade back against the rumpled sheets of the bed. To get on top of him. His thigh pressed firmly between the smaller man's legs. Pressing right against his crotch. He was breathing heavy, and so was Wade. Both hot, sweaty, panting messes. Both wanting more. But Wade didn't need it. Not like this. Not the way Logan did.

His hands were pressed against Wade's hips, pinning his trembling body in place beneath him. He kissed his sweat slickened neck desperately. He couldn't get enough. He was hungry. Hungry for his body. His body moved on its own, hips pressing down against the lower part of Wade's stomach. He was hard, grinding his cock against Wade. The fabric of his pants was rubbing him just the right way as he moved. Wade's hands moved slowly, finding their way to Logan's hips and guiding his movements. He would walk Logan through this all the way until he was finished. That's what Wade wanted. To guide him. Logan was panting against Wade's neck, drool dripping from his lips and onto Wade's skin.

Wade brought his arms up a bit, wrapping them around Logan's body, his hands pressing against his sticky back. Logan breathed out shakily and his hips buck. He shifts his body slightly, moving down until his crotch is pressed flush with Wade's. He can feel how hard he was too. The fabric barrier was driving him crazy. Wade's hands slide down Logan's back, slowly, his fingers slipping just under the waistband of his pants and Logan quivers in response to the contact.

Logan had stopped moving momentarily, pushing himself up with his arms to look down at Wade. His vision was blurry, his throat tight. He wasn't sure if it was the humidity or his own heat making it hard to breathe. Probably a mix of both. Wade met his eyes. They were soft and desperate, a pleading look that Logan couldn't resist. He leans down, kissing Wade roughly. He bit into his lip, growling, earning a pathetic muffled sound from the man under him.

His hips had begun moving again. The kiss grew sloppy as he continued his pathetically desperately rutting. Wade whimpered and moved his hands, trying to tug at Logan's pants, trying to push them down and Logan moved quickly to help. He pushed his pants down to his mid thighs and started to unbutton Wade's, pressing them down as well, now only the thin cotton of their underwear separated their twitching cocks. Wade gasps softly, his fingers digging into Logan's sides. He pushes his hips up in an attempt for more friction and Logan flinches, his body tensing. It was almost too much.

The air felt even thicker now, hotter if that was possible. Logan squeezed his eyes shut, pressing his face into Wade's neck. Just a little more. He was so close.

"Come on," Wade purred softly under his breath. "C'mon Logan. You're doing such a great job." Logan's movements had grown jerky and broken. He was like a disgusting dog in heat. His body twitched and rubbed against Wade's in the most animalistic way. Hips jerking and bucking, all shaky and sloppy. His body was starting to feel almost weak and he fought to lift his head. To lock his lips with Wade's again. The kiss is wet and feral. A mess of teeth. Logan growls, a rough gravelly sound deep in his chest as he pressed his mouth to Wade's. He could not. Get. Enough. One more slow trembling stroke against Wade's cock and Logan is cumming. He whimpered into Wade's mouth and pulled away quickly, returning his face to his neck.

Wade held Logan tightly against his chest, his hands rubbing affectionately up and down his back and shoulders, guiding him through his orgasm. Wade hadn't finished yet but that didn't really matter. Logan did. And he felt good. And that's all he cared about.