Poolverine oneshots

Body PT1

[trans FTM Logan, Logan's little coming out hehe]
[angst and fluff]

"Mm, kitty?" Wade grumbled, stretching out. He and his boyfriend, Logan, were cuddled up in bed, the afternoon sun bathing them through the window. It was their three month anniversary, and Wade had only one request. Despite being together for so long, Logan had yet to initiate intimacy. Sure they did some over the clothes stuff, and he'd jacked Wade off before, but as soon as Wade made a move to remove his clothes, he would tense up and shut away, and Wade didn't understand.
At first, he'd brushed it off as nerves, not wanting to rush him. But at this point his ego was bruised and his feelings were hurt. Logan made sure to assure him he looked good every day, but the words felt empty when he made no attempt to show Wade he was attractive. In fact, Wade was pretty sure he'd never even seen Logan get hard for him. This morning he was determined to coax at least something out of him.

"Yes love?" Logan grunted, holding Wade close.

"You know how you asked what I want for our anniversary," he reached out and ran his hand down Logan's chest. He was in a wife beater and baggy shorts, his hair a mess and a little smile on his face.

"What is it darlin'?" He asked.

"I want..." he hesitated, afraid Logan would get mad.
"I want more of you, I want to... make love," he finally said, a weight lifting off his chest. Logan's smile faltered, tensing up. He moved Wade's hand, sitting up.

"I'm...not today Wade, I'm sorry," he apologized, about to get up from bed.

"What the fuck?!" Wade was suddenly angry and hurt, his self confidence shattering. He grabbed Logan's wrist and yanked him back onto the bed.

"Am I ugly or something?! Do you not find me attractive? Am I not good enough for you?" Red hot tears streamed down his cheeks now, and Logan's eyes widened as he frantically wiped his boyfriend's tears and pulled him into his lap.

"No! No, that ain't it baby, I promise. I do find you attractive, I find you so attractive, I just... it's not you, it's me," he promised.

"We can do it however you want! Please, I just need to know why you can't at least give me something. Hell, you won't even change in front of me, won't shower with me, I've never seen you fully naked Logan! If you have a tiny dick I promise I won't care!" The tears came back, and Logan rubbed his back soothingly.

"That's not- no. I'm not what you think I am!" Logan gasped, growling in frustration. Why couldn't he just tell him, get it over with. God he was such a pussy.

"What the fuck does even that mean?!" Wade scrunched up his face.

"You wouldn't understand," he shut his eyes, sighing deeply.

"You don't know that! Fucking try me!" Wade was getting fed up with the games now. "Just spit it the fuck out!"

"I'm Trans Wade!" He finally screamed, pushing Wade off of him and curling in a ball, sobbing. The Merc had never seen his lover cry like this, desperate wails as he clung to himself.

His words began to settle within him, the realization dawning like a lightbulb.

"But... I've seen you without a shirt on?" He furrowed his brow. It took Logan a second to calm himself, sniffling.

"I got top surgery, a long time ago," Logan explained softly, not looking at his boyfriend.

"Do ya hate me?"

The words hung thick in the air.

"Oh kitty... I could never hate you. I don't care what's in your pants, peanut, as long as you're with me," Logan blinked in surprise, finally looking at Wade. The scarred man opened his arms, and Logan crawled into his embrace, letting out a deep sigh of relief.

"You're not mad," he whispered as Wade began to trace little shapes on his face.

"I love you Logan," he said, a little smile on his lips.

"I love you to Wade, more than you'll ever know,"

***

They sat and chatted for a long time, all previous tension gone now. Wade felt a big weight off his chest now that he knew the real reason Logan avoided sex, and Logan was relieved to finally have his secret out.

"Do you wanna take a shower with me?" Logan asked quietly. Wade sat up, surprised.

"Are you sure? We don't have to-"

"I wanna," he cupped Wade's face, smiling warmly.

"Ok,"

***

Wade turned on the shower, stripping. He felt Logan's burning gaze watching his every move, looking him up and down.

"Like what you see pumpkin?" He teased, and Logan turned red, looking away.

"Don't worry, your allowed to peek, we're in love," he grinned, stepping over to him.

Logan took his shirt off, and Wade kissed him reassuringly, reaching for his shorts.

"Can I?" He asked softly, tugging on the waistband. Logan hesitated, before nodding. Wade slowey tugged his shorts off, making eye contact with him the whole time. Logan instinctively clenched his thighs, swallowing thickly. Wade rubbed his lower back softly, and his nerves relaxed a little.

"Look at me peanut, I love you," Wade held his face, looking at him with so much genuine care it was almost overwhelming, and tears welled in his eyes again. "Are you going soft on me big man?" Wade teased, pecking Logan on the lips before stepping into the shower and beckoning him over. Logan suddenly felt a new feeling, excitement. Now that Wade knew what he was, he didn't have to be afraid of slipping up and outing himself. He could just...exist.

As they stepped under the water together, Wade ran his hands down Logan's arms and chest, tracing the little scars under his pecs that he'd never noticed before. They were almost invisible, but he could feel the slight raise in the skin there. Logan watched him curiously, an eyebrow raised.

"Your... perfect peanut. So handsome," Wade spoke softly. Logan had never seen him take anything seriously before, but this, this meant the world to him. He wasn't sure what he would have done if Wade immediately jumped to jokes.

"My gorgeous hunk of a man," he grinned, grabbing Logan's face again and bumping their foreheads together.

For some reason, those words sent a wave of euphoria through him. Wade still saw him as a man. Wade still loved him.

They washed each other, Wade finally having the chance to trace and learn Logan's body, worshiping him. Once they were both clean, Wade smirked, pushing Logan against the tile, kissing him. Logan gasped, melting into the kiss.

"You and I are going to have so much together," Wade purred, trailing his finger down Logan's abdomen and happy trail, stopping at the tuft of hair above his core.

"Are you talkin' to me or my vagina?" Logan raised an eyebrow, smirking playfully.

"Whichever you prefer," Wade shrugged, and Logan chucked deeply, his hand grabbing the back of Wade's neck and pulling him for a sweet, passionate kiss.

Part two will be smut I promise 🫶