"Anyone else feeling the tension? Or just me?" Wade asked. Striker and the team had been walking for a while now, on their way to the village. "Jesus, just shut it!" Jimmy quips, unsheathing one set of claws. "Ooh, so scary, is little wolvie gonna stab me?" Wade smirked. Jimmy snarled, about to pounce. "You two! Just quit this, we'll never be able to complete the mission if we can't even work as a team." William scolds them. "I wanna see a fight," Fred shrugs. "No one asked you Fred," John warned. The awkward silence returned as they continued to walk. "Let's stop for the night, we'll continue inland in the morning. Two per tent," striker stops, and everyone sighs with relief, parting into pairs. By the end, Wade and Jimmy are the only ones left. "I guess we're bunking," Wade grinned. Jimmy just groaned, shutting his eyes.
Jimmy was quiet as they began to pitch their tent. "I don't like you," he spoke in a gruff tone. "Oh I know, don't worry." Wade just shook his head with amusement.
They finished setting up the tent, unrolling their sleeping bags and settling in. "I'm gonna have a smoke," Jimmy grumbled, climbing out of the tent. He sat on the ground outside their tent, blowing smoke into the air. A little ways away, he could see Victor and a couple others gathered around a fire, but he didn't bother to go over there. He was never one for bonding.
He looked up at the stars, taking a puff of his cigar. He had some time to think, peace and quiet. What a nice blessing. He blew a smoke ring, thinking about love, what if must feel like. He's sure he's felt it before. He thought about the thin line between love and hate. It's like, he hated everyone, he was a dick. But there was one person he disliked more than everyone, which had to mean they had something that ran deeper than what he had with anyone else. When he walked into a room, he searched for his face to make sure he was there. That was hate. Or.... maybe something else?
He shook his head, standing and stomping out his cigar. He needed to touch some fucking grass. He was turning soft.
He turned when he heard the zipper of the tent open.
"It's cold in here, you coming back to bed honey?" Wade teased, peeking out at him.
"Yea, just, give me a second." The way he said honey irritated him, made his stomach drop to his fucking balls. God, he hated that guy. So why was he full of butterflies?
He sighed deeply, crawling back into the tent.
***
Sometime in the night, Jimmy woke, looking over at Wade. The poor guy was shivering like a leaf, practically hovering off the bed, his teeth clattering loudly. Jimmy, being a living heater, sighed.
"Come 'ere," he whispered.
"What?" Wade asked. Jimmy grunted in frustration, grabbing the Merc and yanking him closer, tucking his sleeping bag over the both of them. The change was immediate, a comforting warmth seeping into Wade's bones as Jimmy's strong arms surrounded him. The man's soft breathing in his ear, his heart beat against his back; It felt right.
"Damm Jimmy-man, who knew you were a cuddler?" Wade teased.
"Shut the fuck up before I make you sleep outside," the gruff man warned, tightening his grip on the smaller man in his arms. Wade accepted his fate, shutting his eyes as he drifted to sleep.
***
As the early morning light begins to filter into the tent, Wade remembers where he is. Jimmy is still snoring against him, and fuck he is adorable. He stays still, enjoying the warmth and security provided by sleeping next to someone. It had been a while since he'd felt that. Soon though, Jimmy began to stir, and that's when Wade felt something hard poking against his lower back. Well shit.
"Psst, wake up big guy, you've got a... big problem," he teased as Jimmy's eyes fluttered open.
"Fuck, move!" Jimmy pushed Wade, who rolled away, stunned. Jimmy sat up, flushed with embarrassment as he pulled the sleeping bag over his visible erection. He'd slept in just boxers and his wife beater.
"I could... help?" Wade offered.
"What the fuck?! Why would you-" Jimmy raised an eyebrow. The more he thought about the offer, the worse his erection seemed to strain against the fabric.
"Fine, but I ain't no queer," he grumbled, beckoning Wade over. Wade grinned triumphantly, spreading Logan's legs and quickly ridding him of those pesky boxers. He was big, bigger than Wade had ever worked with. But he never backed down from a challenge. Jimmy watched him curiously as he took as much as he could, gagging a little at first, not used to the sheer size of him. As soon as Jimmy felt Wade's warm, wet mouth around him, his resolve wavered, and he threw his head back, letting out a strangled moan. It was the first action he'd gotten in a long time, and it sent sparks through his whole body.
"Mm, fuck," his hands tangled in Wade's hair as his hips bucked, fucking Wade's throat. The Merc gagged and choked, but didn't tap out, taking deep breaths through his nose. He bobbed his head, his brow furrowed in concentration as Jimmy's balls tightened, and he came down the smaller man's throat and all over his face.
"Oh fuck..." Jimmy fell onto his sleeping bag, his chest heaving. Wade wiped his face with a rag from his nap sack, making a face of disgust. "You really are the Merc with the mouth, huh?" Jimmy teased, a playful glint in his eyes.
"Let's go! Rise and shine boys!" William's familiar voice echoed through the campsite. Jimmy groaned, pulling on his pants.
"Wade," he paused, "thanks." He smiled a little, pecking Wade on the cheek before leaving the tent to help with breakfast. Wade could only stand for a moment in shock, before he composed himself and rolled up his sleeping bag.
I might do a part two don't know yet
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