Adrenaline and Adamantium

6. Tell the Truth

CW: Chapter Rated Explict

Home again.

Dinner is done. Althea is tucked into her bed, the TV on in her room, turned up loud, Mary Puppins already farting in her sleep on the quilt beside her.

Al says to Wade, "I'm happy for you, DP, but I don't wanna hear shit. Keep it the fuck down out there."

"I'm a screamer, no promises, Mama," Wade giggles at her, obnoxiously. But he kisses her cheek, so happy she's okay and this was all a stupid stunt. He hasn't been able to stop checking on her since he got her back, "I'll try."

"I am glad you're finally gettin' some, Wade. Damn. Took you long enough to make a move, chickenshit. Goodnight," Al dismisses him, picking up her remote and settling in. Puppins rolls belly up and snores.

Now, Wade and Logan have the livingroom to themselves.

"Which first, shower or beer?" Wade asks, coming in and hesitating between the kitchen and the bathroom.

Logan is sitting on the sofa, leaning forward, knees apart, finishing the Chinese food they picked up for dinner. Eating fried rice out of the carton, still in uniform because the only dried blood on it tonight is his own.

He drove them all home, gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles were white. He's barely said a word since they got in. He's only been able to think about one thing- finally having sex with Wade. At last, the time has come.

Logan stands at Wade's entrance, sets the empty carton down, and immediately starts undressing, staring at Wade hungrily. He says, "Get naked, Bub. Now."

"Oh. Got it!" Wade gulps and then grins. He starts unzipping and pulling the Deadpool suit off, right where he stands behind the couch. "Wanna fold the bed out?"

Logan's answer to that is to come around the furniture, a naked, powerful stalking predator, then drop to his knees in front of Wade, rip those tiny pink panties right off, toss 'em over his shoulder with a growl, and start sucking him to full hardness and beyond.

"Woah! You're the Best Wolverine! The Best!" a thrilled Wade pants, digging greedy fingers into Logan's hair and gasping in time with the thrust of his hips, driving into Logan's warm, perfect mouth, "Oh! Oh, fuck! Oh!"

Wade would save the Multiverse twice a day every day, if it meant he would deserve this, get to keep Logan. He has never loved anyone like this, this completely, deeply, without reservation. There's no part of him he can hold back from Logan. No part of Logan he doesn't need. He wants him entirely. As this is running through Wade's mind, he can't be sure if his gibbering mouth is saying any of these thoughts out loud, half formed random words of love, sucked out of his body by The Wolverine. It's too good, too fast. Before Logan can pull an orgasm from him this way, Wade taps out with a groan, saying "Wait. I gotta kiss you. "

He drops to his knees and reaches for Logan, and he's there, kissing him. They both kneel on the battered hardwood floor, holding each other, exploring the other's mouth. Wade's hands are everywhere, grabby and curious, needing to get to know Logan's skin. His shoulders, waist, pecs, and splendid ass, all must be caressed. Wade kneads and squeezes him, delighted to be allowed this intimate touch.

Logan's hands are not as frantic just yet, simply cupping Wade's face while they kiss, holding his jaw as though he's palming a precious jewel. Slipping his tongue in, finding his tongue, tasting his textured lips. Then, Logan's big hands are slowly running down Wade's neck and back, down, down, all the way down to grip the globes of his ass. Never stopping the kiss, Logan pulls Wade against him tight. They both moan when their cocks make contact. Of similar heights, everything lines up beautifully. Wade works a hand between them so he can stroke them together, held against each other. Their hips move with the rhythm of Wade's fist. Logan softly grunting to match Wade's little whimpers.