Sometimes, when it rains hard and the air is chilly and the patter of raindrops on the window pane are loud enough to drown out the beating of Logan's heart, he watches Wade sleep.

It's not often that Wade falls asleep before him. Most of the time, Logan has dozed off before Wade is even home for the night. He normally likes it this way, because he doesn't want to have to deal with whatever crude and obnoxious jokes Wade has in the chamber surrounding their sleeping arrangements.

But certain nights, like tonight, Wade is drowsy and falls asleep earlier than normal, lulled by the rain. And Logan watches him. He's not sure why. Part of him feels guilty for it, even though he knows Wade wouldn't care if he happened to wake up and catch him. He'd never hear the end of it, that's for sure, but he wouldn't care in any other sense.

It still fills him with a thrill, like he's doing something he shouldn't be. Wade looks peaceful when he sleeps. It takes seeing his face completely at ease for Logan to realize that he normally wears a small grimace. Even when he smiles and jokes and is happy, there's always that hint of pain behind his eyes.

Not when he sleeps, though. He just looks...at ease. Logan thinks to himself that he should stay up every night just to watch Wade sleep, before frowning at how creepy the idea sounds.

Lightning flashes outside and is quickly followed by a loud clap of thunder. Logan glances out the window as Wade stirs.

Wade groggily opens his eyes. "That was loud as fuck." He murmurs.

Logan laughs, softly. The kind of laugh he saves only for these types of late nights.

Even though he's barely awake, Logan can see Wade's eyes light up slightly from making him laugh. "Wolvie has a sense of humor after all?"

Logan wants to act annoyed, but he can't. "Go back to sleep, Wade." He says.

"You first," Wade retorts, but he's already lying back down, scooting just a little closer to Logan on their already tiny pull out couch. The act makes Logan's chest feel tight, like he can't breathe.
"Wade?" He whispers, and he's not even sure why.

But the other man is already asleep.

Logan turns on his side, away from Wade. As he drifts off himself, there's only one thought on his mind: I am so fucked.

-

As usual, Wade wakes up first. Logan is pulled from sleep by the smell of shitty coffee and greasy bacon. He suppresses a smile.

"Morning honey badger." Wade sings as Logan sits up.

He grunts in response, trying to fully wake up. He glances over at the window. It's still raining.

Wade saunters over and presents him with coffee that's been poured into a measuring cup. "Dishes are all dirty." He shrugs as Logan gives him an exasperated look.

"You didn't think that maybe you could do them?" He asks.

"I thought that maybe we could do them, yes. As well as the laundry and just clean up in general. I mean seriously, this place is a wreck, what do you do all day?" He teases.

Logan rolls his eyes. "I take one day off from cleaning so that I can look for a job and suddenly you're concerned with the state of the apartment?" It suddenly registers to Logan that Wade has just told him that he wants them to clean up together. "Are you taking today off?"

"Yeah, I've got this rule. No mercenary jobs when it rains. You wouldn't believe how hard it is to get the suit off when I'm wet. Not to mention how hard it is to take off if I've been out in the rain."

Logan rolls his eyes.

"Anyways, I thought we could hang out today. It's been a while since we've done something other than sleep together."

"Don't say it like that." Logan groans, but there's no real heat behind the words, even if he wants there to be.

"Al's out today. Bingo." He looks off to the side the way he sometimes does and raises his brow. "Isn't that convenient to our story?"

Logan ignores him. "How about you start with the dishes, asshole, so I don't have to keep drinking out of random kitchenware."

Wade thrusts forward a plate of burned bacon and toast. "Excuse me, peanut, is that how you thank your chef?"

God, Logan hates what it does to him when Wade calls him all of those stupid little nicknames. He averts his gaze and just takes the plate from him. "Everything on this plate is burned."

"That's just the added love."

Logan eats the whole plate anyway, leaning on the island as Wade talks his ear off from the other side. It's early and Wade's loud and lewd and Logan should be so incredibly annoyed, but he's just...not. He's actually incredibly content, and he catches himself thinking more than once, I like this life.

He shakes his head as if he could shake the thought away. He won't let himself get that comfortable. He's always waiting on the other shoe to drop.

But it's hard not to be comfortable when Wade insists on being so domestic. He sits on the counter next to the sink, drying the dishes and setting them aside as Logan finishes washing them. Logan is doing his best to listen to the mercs story of his latest job and not let his eyes travel over to the way he's man-spreading.

The image of Deadpool sitting with his legs spread in the Honda Odyssey and his head rolling back flashes through his brain. He inhales sharply and the glass in his hand shatters with pieces of it embedding themselves into his hand.

Wade barely reacts. "That was my favorite cup, you ape."

Logan blinks and looks down, examining the blood pouring from his hand. "Sorry," he mumbles, beginning to pick the pieces out.

Wade suddenly grabs his hand. "Hear, let me."

Logan holds his breath as Wade gently picks out all of the shards. He wasn't aware that the merc was capable of doing anything gently. He looks up and they lock eyes for a minute. Wade smiles at him, softly, and Logan doesn't really know what to do with that, so he just averts his attention back to his hand. The cuts close up as soon as each piece of glass is removed. He rinses the blood off his hand once Wade finishes. He's uncharacteristically quiet.

"Thanks," he says, quietly, awkwardly. And oh God he almost blurts out that he loves him. The thought is scary and seemingly out of nowhere. "Uh, so what else happened last night?" He asks, trying to distract the other man. It works, because Wade can never refrain from talking about himself, and he goes right back into his story, as if he never missed a beat.

But Logan's not listening. He's internally freaking out and feels completely out of sorts, unable to believe that he really just had that thought. He just lets Wade keep talking, trying his hardest to get annoyed with something he says, but unfortunately, it seems he's grown fond of Wade's stupid sense of humor.

Eventually, they finish cleaning the dishes and the kitchen entirely. Wade lights a candle that Logan's never seen before. It smells like gummy-bears, which is so incredibly Wade that it makes his chest hurt.

They actually fix the fold out to where it looks like a couch again. Usually they just leave it out and messy all day. Logan sweeps the apartment as Wade starts on the laundry. Then Wade drops the detergent and is trying to wash his suit in the same load as the normal clothes and Logan makes them trade jobs.

Wade plays Madonna from a speaker and sings along way out of tune and Logan is so angry that he loves the sound.

After a couple hours, they finish cleaning the whole apartment. They stand together by the door to admire their hard work. "Al is gonna be so stoked when she smells what we did to the place."

Logan shakes his head, but lets himself smile. "It looks nice." The nicest it's looked since he's moved in. And cleaning with Wade was surprisingly relaxing.

Wade punches him in the shoulder. "Dibs on first shower!" He grins and runs to the bathroom.

Logan groans and follows him to the door, pounding on it after he locks it. "We can't enjoy a clean bathroom and no dirty laundry for five minutes with you around!" He calls.

"Sorry, I can't hear you over the sight of this beautiful shower floor." Wade's voice is muffled through the door. He hears the shower turn on.

Logan laughs, soft enough that Wade won't hear, before walking back into the living room. It's stopped raining for the time being, and Logan worries for a second that Wade might want to go out after all.

Then he wonders why he should care. It's not like they couldn't use the money. He'd had trouble finding a job himself due to his lack of existing in this universe. He shouldn't care. He doesn't.

(He knows he's lying to himself.)

After a half hour, Wade emerges from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. Logan glances behind him from the couch and has to fight his jaw from dropping. He swallows hard, his eyes unconsciously traveling up and down Wade's chest.

To his misfortune, Wade notices, and looks a little self-conscious. "Like what you see, love bug?" He asks, but turns around quickly, heading to the bedroom to get dressed.

Logan flushes and turns back around. "Put your dirty clothes in the hamper!" He calls, feigning annoyance.

"I did!" Wade yells back, but Logan can hear him quietly tip toe into the bathroom and grab his clothes off the floor.
A few minutes later. Wade hurdles over the couch and lands with a bounce next to Logan. "Jeez Wade, you're gonna break something." He huffs, but doesn't make a move to scoot away.

"Let's watch something." Wade grabs the remote, ignoring Logan's comment. "You ever watch Sex and the City?" he asks.

Logan shakes his head.

"Well let today be the last day you answer no to that question." he says before putting on season one episode one.

Logan groans and tries to be annoyed while watching, but finds himself liking the show, and liking Wade's commentary even more. The show is raunchy and silly, so he can see why he likes it.

By the time season one is finished up, Wade has dozed off on Logan's shoulder. He stays stone still, afraid to wake him, because he likes this. He likes getting to watch him sleep in the daylight. He never gets to examine his face like this. He knows he's insecure about it, with all the self-deprecating jokes he makes.

And while Logan used to find him difficult to look at, he can't seem to remember why. Looking at Wade feels like the most natural thing in the world these days. He could stare for hours, especially when he's relaxed and not running his mouth a million miles an hour.

The rain picks up again and Logan feels incredibly sleepy all the sudden, the jazz music that comes from the tv mixed with the soft sounds of the storm cause him to fall asleep too, his head resting against Wade's.

When Al comes home cursing about how Bingo is a scam, they don't mention the fact that they woke up wrapped in each other's arms.

-

Wade is so impressed with how well they cleaned the apartment, that he insists on hosting a dinner party a few days later. Logan agrees, trying to match the mercs enthusiasm, but he struggles.

Selfishly, he hates seeing how Wade interacts with his friends, specifically Vanessa. He knows that they're not together anymore, but he also knows that Wade saved the world for her more than anything else. That thought causes jealousy to coil hot in his stomach. He wants to hate her, really, but he can't. She's too nice.

That doesn't mean he has to be her friend, though.

He's polite to her. He greets her with a smile when she comes in and answers when she asks him things, but he doesn't go out of his way to talk to her. He mostly stays in the kitchen checking on the food as everyone else mingles. Wade gives some of them, including Vanessa, a tour of the apartment because "they've never seen it like this before."

He has to fight to keep his claws in when he sees that Vanessa has taken a seat next to Wade at the table. He goes to sit on the opposite end, when Wade calls out.

"Logan, saved you a seat!" He presents the chair next to him with jazz hands, and it's so rare that Wade actually uses his name that he sits down next to him without a fight.

He tries to remain grumpy, but then Wade goes on to the whole table about how he got Logan to start Sex and the City and that Logan actually liked it, and then he's got to go off on a tangent defending himself and his image by insisting he didn't like it that much, he just didn't want to hurt Wade's feelings.

And then he and Wade begin arguing over that, and then over something else, and before he knows it he and everyone else are all laughing together. It's nice. He doesn't know why he fights this so much.

He's in the middle of telling a story from their time in the void when out of the corner of his eye he catches Vanessa staring at Wade with a gaze that can only be described as loving. He falters and can't find it in himself to finish. Luckily, Wade is there to save him, like always, and finishes the story for him. Everyone laughs.

Logan accidentally makes eye contact with Vanessa. He looks away, quickly standing up and offering to take everyone's dirty plates.

He goes to the sink and tries to lose himself in the monotony of washing the dishes.

Vanessa finds him as he's drying the last one. He nearly cracks another cup.

"Need any help in here?" She asks.

He shakes his head. "All good, thanks though." He grimaces at his tone, which sounds hostile even though he was going for nonchalant.

She observes him. "I can't believe you got Wade to clean the place. He never cleaned when we lived together."

Logically, he knows that she's not throwing the fact that they lived together in his face, but it sort of feels like it. "It was his idea, actually." In spite of his foul mood, a soft smile tugs at his lips at the memory.

Vanessa stares as if she can read every thought going through his mind. He thinks that this must be the case, when she asks, "You like him?"

He pauses for a second, enough to give himself away, but shakes his head. "He's a good friend. We went through a lot in the void."

She hums. "Right, well, just so you know, he and I are done. I don't think that bridge will ever be crossed again."

He eyes her, his face going hot. Yeah right. He thinks. "It's none of my business." Is all he says. Maybe she doesn't want him, but Wade definitely still wants her.

"I'm serious," she insists, then hesitates. "I...I tried to open that window, but I think there's someone else he wants now."

Logan looks at her, his brow furrowed. "Like I said, it's none of my business."

They stare at one another for a minute. Vanessa finally shakes her head. "Okay, just, keep it in mind, if it ever becomes your business." She bids him good night and leaves.

His heart feels like it's going to explode. What did she mean, 'there's someone else he wants now,'?

He turns and watches Wade tell the rest of his friends goodbye as they all go to their own homes for the night. He looks happy. That makes Logan happy. (And in a fucked up way, it frustrates him that he can't be the source.)

After he finishes cleaning the kitchen, he joins Wade and Al on the couch. Wade scoots from the side to the middle, since he knows that Logan likes to lean on the arm. They sit and watch Family Feud. Wade shouts out his answers every time and berates every contestant that gets an X.

Eventually, Al gets tired and retires to her bed.

After that, Wade is so quiet it makes Logan uncomfortable. He talked all night long at dinner–with his real friends. The second he's alone with Logan he can't even muster a couple words.

They watch another episode of Family Feud before Logan finally addresses it. "What's wrong?" He asks, turning to face Wade, who is leaning against the other arm now, staring at the tv.

Wade turns and smiles brightly. "Nothing, baby girl."

"Don't lie."

"Why do I have to be lying?"

Logan stares, frustrated. "You never shut the fuck up until you're alone with me. Do you realize that? What is it about me that makes you not able to talk all the sudden?"

Wade watches him, amused. Once Logan finishes his rant, he just shrugs. "I don't feel like I always have to be 'on' with you, y'know?"

"Oh." Is all Logan says, ignoring the way the mercs words cause a feeling of warmth to bloom in the middle of his chest and spread all the way around his body.

Wade scoots closer to him and lays down with his head in Logan's lap. "Turn on Sex and the City." He says, like this position is the most natural thing in the world.

And what can Logan do but turn on the show?

Wade's fallen asleep by the second episode. Logan isn't exactly uncomfortable in their current position, but he knows he's not going to get a good night's sleep if he stays in an upright position the whole time. But he'd rather die–like, actually die—than wake Wade up and move him out of his lap.

He gently settles a hand on Wade's head, which the other man leans into, even in his sleep. He watches a few more episodes before falling asleep himself.

-

After that, Wade starts sticking around in the mornings a lot more often. It's kind of a ritual now. Wade burns breakfast, they eat together, and then do dishes together.

Logan questions why he doesn't go out early for mercenary jobs anymore, and Wade just says that he prefers going to bed late as opposed to waking up early. Logan doesn't point out the fact that he's waking up no later than normal because he cooks breakfast every day.

Another thing that Wade does every day is sit on the counter while he dries the dishes with his legs spread. It drives Logan fucking insane. He can't even glance over in his direction without feeling uncomfortably warm.

He tries to distract himself. "You going out on a job today, bub?"

"Yeah," Wade says, drying off the plate he was just handed. "Some sick fucks that are kidnapping people like me and experimenting on them. Gonna murder the shit out of them."

Logan looks over. "What do you mean, 'people like you?'"

"Sick people." Wade looks up. "Like, physically sick, not sick in the head."

Logan's confused.

Wade looks sheepish. "Oh, I guess we've never talked about why I look like this." He gestures to his face.

Oh. Logan thinks. We're doing this now.

"Wade, you don't have to—"

Wade waves him off. "S'fine. It doesn't bother me anymore."

Logan turns off the sink and dries his hands, looking at him expectantly.

"Okay, well, first of all, my skin isn't burned. Everyone always thinks I'm burned, but it's actually cancer."

Logan's heart stops suddenly. Wade's scent had always been more on the rotten side. Not that he smelled bad, he just... didn't smell healthy. Only Logan's enhanced senses could pick it up. "Cancer?" He asks, shocked.

"Yeah, so, before I looked like this, I got diagnosed with terminal cancer. And in an effort to save myself, I chose to do some experimental treatments, which turned out to just be literal torture. Um," he rubs the back of his neck. "They put me in a tube that left me in a constant state of suffocation, and in an effort to fight back my body mutated all of my cells. That's why I regenerate. But the cells that regenerate aren't healthy, they're cancerous. I'm literally cancer with legs." He laughs, like it's funny.

Logan's not laughing. He's staring in horror. He wasn't sure what he thought happened to Wade, but he never would have guessed that.

"I used to be hot, if you can believe it." Wade smiles, like he didn't just say something completely heart breaking.

"Wade," he doesn't know what to say.

"Anyway," the merc saves him, like always. "Recently found out the same program is back up and running. I thought I got them all back then, but I guess I didn't. Gonna shut that shit down for good this time."

Logan stares for a second. "I wanna go with you."

Wade puts a hand on his heart. "Well my my, Wolvie, you wanna avenge your dear old friend?" He jokes.

"Let me go with you." He insists, ignoring his attempts at humor.

He's furious. The idea of Wade being tortured like that—before he even had a regenerative ability...it's too much. Logan's claws unsheath themselves.

Wade hums. "For me?"

"Where's my suit?" He asks.

"Peanut, this isn't your fight."

"Where is my suit, Wade? I'm going with you." His tone is serious.

Wade eyes him. "Fine, if you really want to." He hops off the counter and disappears into the bedroom for a second before reemerging with Logan's new suit the TVA had provided him after the time ripper incident. "Shame to get this bad boy dirty."

-

Logan had forgotten how good it felt to fight alongside Wade. There was something freeing and euphoric about being able to fully zone in on the combat without the worry of his teammate potentially dying.

He could lose himself and fight and kill without holding back. The threat never felt real. The fight just felt...fun. Half the time, Deadpool had taken someone out that was attempting to fight Logan before he had a chance to even turn around.

And the glimpses that he gets of Wade in his suit do something to his body that can't be replicated. It's one thing to see Wade dressed in the suit as he leaves for the day, or to see it all cut up and bloody after a day's work. It was an entirely different thing to see him fight in it. He'd forgotten what the sight did to him.

Wade fought as if he were dancing. Each step, each swipe of a katana, each blast of a pistol was rhythmic. Almost practiced. Logan thinks that he might be content to just sit back and watch Wade fight every day.

Then he realizes how stupid and lovesick that sounds.

And for this fight, he's happy to kill the fuckers trying to do to other people what was done to Wade. He knows it's not the same exact people that did it to Wade, knows that Wade took care of them himself a long time ago, but he fights like they are the same.

And he feels fucking good when they finish.

He watches as Wade sheathes his katanas, boasting off about their victory.

"Wade," he says, again, not even meaning to.

Deadpool turns toward him. Logan can picture the grin behind the mask, and suddenly thinks that he really wants to see it. He wants Wade to take the mask off.

Logan takes a step forward, removing his own mask. Deadpool's mask conveys a confused expression. "What's wrong?" He asks, serious.

Logan's heart races. He loves that Wade can be serious for him.

He just stares. Finally, after a minute or two, Wade removes his own mask. "Logan?" he asks?

And suddenly, stupidly, Logan feels tears well up in his eyes. He loves Wade's face, and he knows that Wade hates it. He knows that he had a whole life that was stolen from him. But in this moment, Logan is so thankful that he gets to be a part of Wade's new life.

He takes a step forward and pulls Wade into a hug.

Wade is shocked, and makes an 'oomf' sound as Logan pulls him in. This isn't really something they've ever done before. Logan's not sure how to make it less awkward than it is, but he really doesn't care that much. Wade's hugging him back.

"You okay, Wolvie?" Wade gives a tentative laugh.

Logan pulls back and wraps one arm around Wade's shoulder, laughing too. "You hungry?" he asks.

The corner of Wade's mouth tugs into a smirk. "I could eat."

They walk on, Logan's arm resting comfortably on the other man's shoulder the entire way.

That night, when they lay in bed together, Logan doesn't wait for Wade to fall asleep to look at him. He lies on his side, facing Wade, and just stares. He runs his eyes over his face, wanting so badly to reach out and touch it.

Wade makes eye contact for a second, but breaks it quickly. "Like what you see?" He jokes.

"Yeah." Logan's not joking.

Wade's eyes widen in surprise, but he deflects easily, shaking his head. "Didn't think a wrinkled up foreskin face would be what gets you going, but can't say I blame you."

"Stop that." Logan says, softly, but seriously.

Wade is confused. "Stop what?"

"Stop saying things like that about yourself." He's whispering, afraid that if he talks any louder they might actually have to remember this in the morning.

Wade whispers, too. "I know what I am, peanut." He smiles, trying to be reassuring. "It's okay. We don't have to pretend like I'm not disgusting to look at."

Logan feels just as hurt as he would have if Wade had insulted him instead. He reaches out and caresses Wade's cheek, like he's been wanting to since the day he moved in. Maybe even before that. He brushes his thumb in soft circles, and he swears he can feel Wade's heart speed up as his breath catches. "It pisses me the fuck off when you say shit like that about yourself." His words don't match his tender actions. It makes Wade laugh. Logan has to ignore that sweet sound or else he'll smile and Wade will think it's all one big joke.

The merc avoids eye contact, looking anywhere but at Logan. "Just trying to keep it real." He teases.

As a warning, Logan pops his claws out. They slice the tip of Wade's ear just slightly. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up."

Wade mimes zipping his lips and throwing away the key.

Logan takes in a deep breath and exhales, shaky. "Fuck." They're staring at each other now, both breathing heavily.

He fixates on Wade's ear, where the skin has already stitched itself back together. There's still a bead of blood pooled around where the cut was. He thinks about licking it clean, then shudders.

They're so close to each other. His hand is still on Wade's face, and Wade is doing exactly as Logan said: staying silent. He suddenly feels that if he doesn't have Wade in the way that he wants right then and there, he's going to die.

"Logan?" Wade whispers in the air between them.

Logan ignores him and instead opts to surge forward and kiss him breathless. Wade is taken by surprise, and gasps into his mouth, before relaxing with a little moan. It turns Logan on impossibly more.

He ruts his hips up against Wade's thigh, the same fucking thigh he's been dreaming of since the Honda Oddysey, and then moans himself. He licks into Wade's mouth, finding that the inside of him is just as scarred as the outside. He loves it. He loves Wade. He loves Wade so much.

Suddenly, infuriatingly, he begins to cry. He can't do this. He can't just have Wade for one night. He pulls away and turns over on his back, pressing the palms of his hands into his eyes, trying to stop any more tears from coming.

Wade is breathing heavily, sitting up and leaning on his elbow, and staring at Logan in concern and waiting on him to say something. When he realizes that he's not going to, he takes a breath in. "I...I don't know what to say right now."

"That's a first." Logan mutters.

"I don't understand what just happened." Wade admits. "What's wrong? I...I liked that, if that's what you're worried about. Unless you didn't, then in that case, that was the worst kiss I've ever had in my life and I'm ashamed." He tries to joke, but Logan's not in the mood."

"Just go to bed, mouth." He mumbles and turns over, away from Wade.

Wade reaches out and places a hand on Logan's shoulder. "Come on Peanut, let's talk about this–"

Logan extracts his claws and turns over, threatening Wade to get off of him. "Let it go." He says, through gritted teeth. "Just wanted to see if you'd do as a warm body. You don't."

The look in Wade's eyes is awful, and Logan regrets his words immediately. It's not like he meant them, he was just deflecting.

Wade gives him the middle finger. "Fuck you, thunder-cunt." He pushes him away and stands. He grabs his mask and Dogpool and disappears out the door, slamming it on his way out.

Logan feels like shit, but he doesn't go after him.

-

For the first time in weeks, Logan is not awoken to the smell of a burnt breakfast and shitty coffee. In fact, nothing at all wakes him up. Wade is not next to him, but the dog is, so he guesses that he came back at some point in the night.

He doesn't want to get up. He wants to lay on the pull out all day. Or maybe drown his sorrows in a bottle. That sounds better. He slowly stands and makes his way to the cabinet where they keep the liquor. He drinks straight from the bottle, and only as he feels the burn of the liquid as it goes down his throat does he realize that this is the first time he's drank since the very early days of living with Wade and Al.

The thought makes him want to slam the bottle against the counter, so he does. He yells and it shatters and glass goes everywhere and the alcohol stings where it splashes over where the glass has cut him.

He's breathing heavy, damn near hyperventilating as he looks at the shards stuck in his skin. He's struck by the memory of Wade picking glass out the last time something like this happened.

Angry, he presses the glass in further, grimacing at the pain.

"Little early to be doing all this, don't you think?"

Logan jumps at Wade's voice. The merc is leaning against the wall, his expression shockingly cavalier.

"I...I didn't know you were here." He stutters out.

Wade shrugs. "Figured you'd probably rather me sleep in Al's room than next to you." He crosses the room and takes Logan's hand, frowning at the skin that is struggling to heal around glass that has obviously been pushed in deeper. "Come on, peanut." He says, softly, before digging the glass out and dropping it on the floor to be swept up with the rest of the broken pieces.

It's so intimate. Even more so than the last time. Logan wants to kiss him again.

"I'm sorry about last night," He says, almost shyly, as Wade works.

Wade shakes his head. "S'fine, honey badger. You got a little hot and bothered and saw me through the lens of horniness. It happens. Better you realized before instead of during post-nut clarity."

Logan stares at him with a hard expression. That wasn't it, he had to know that wasn't it. "Wade," he says, not for the first time. "I'm in love with you."

Wade's hand stills for a second. He glances up and sees Logan staring at him. Without reacting anymore, he goes back to picking out the glass. He finishes quickly. "All done."

Logan catches his hand as he goes to pull away. "Wade," he repeats. " I'm in love with you. "

Wade meets his eyes, finally. "But, you said,"

"I lied. I just, I couldn't sleep with you and have it be just that. I need more. I need everything with you." Logan squeezes his hand. "Let me ask properly this time, can I kiss you?"

Wade is stunned. "I...I mean, you never have to ask for permission to do that peanut,"

Before Wade can say anything else, Logan has pulled him into a kiss, wincing as his bare feet step on glass, but he doesn't care. He kisses Wade with the same fire as the night before, but this time he tries to convey everything he's been too scared to say with it.

He moves from his mouth to pepper kisses along Wade's jaw. That one means I love you.

He nips at his ear, reveling in the way that makes Wade gasp. That one means I want to spend the rest of my life in this shitty apartment with you.

He pulls him in as close as physically possible. That means You make me feel something I thought I'd never feel again.

He cups his face and presses their foreheads together. That means The day you pulled me out of that bar was the day my life began.

He presses a kiss to the tip of Wade's nose. This time, he speaks out loud. "I love you." He repeats.

Wade is flustered, and Logan honestly can't believe it. "Yeah," he says, breathlessly. "Me too."

They clean up the kitchen together. It's a quiet act, but they both recognize the significance. Logan knows what it means when Wade gets the glass out of his feet. When he sweeps up. When he lights that stupid gummy bear candle.

It means This is home.

They fix up the couch and sit on it together. They both stare ahead at the tv, occasionally sneaking peeks at one another. Eventually, Logan asks, "Do you wanna watch Sex and the City."

Wade's mouth twists into a grin and he laughs, squeezing his eyes shut. "God, Logan. I think you saved my life, do you know that?"

He doesn't, but he thinks that means they might just be even.