Logan thinks that if, somehow, time were frozen and he had to live in this current moment for the rest of his life, he'd be more than okay with that. He's lying down on the pullout, curled around Wade, listening to the erratic rhythm of his heartbeat. He breathes in deeply, burying his face into the crook of Wade's neck, pressing his lips down lightly.

Wade hums, sleepily, but he's more awake than Logan had realized.

"Go to sleep, bub," he whispers.

"You first." Wade mumbles. Logan can hear his smile and it makes his eyes crinkle up.

In the one week that has passed since Logan confessed his feelings, this is the only thing that has changed between the two of them. Wade still wakes him up with breakfast, they still bicker over stupid shit that doesn't matter, and they still tip toe around each other, occasionally passing soft smiles. At night, though...at night they lie together pressed so closely that it's sometimes hard to distinguish where Logan ends and where Wade begins. They exchange whispers when one thinks that the other is asleep, and they give shy kisses, but never on the mouth.

Logan thinks that it's strange. Wade is a sexual person in general, and has never been one to shy away from making overtly crude and raunchy remarks, no matter the time or setting. He would have thought that kissing him and confessing his feelings would have given Wade the 'okay' to really let loose and make things one hundred times more uncomfortable and awkward than they needed to be, but in a way that Logan wouldn't have minded. That he would have welcomed, even.

But he's been unexpectedly soft and shy and tender. And, okay, he's still deadpool, and still can never resist from being inappropriate and sexual, but if anything, Logan thinks that he's toned it down since his confession.

Which is fine. Logan's fine with that. If Wade wants to take it slow, he can take it slow. This isn't just anybody, it's Wade. Logan loves him, painfully so. He's willing to do whatever if it means that he gets to have Wade even like this, for a few hours a night.

The problem is...he's incredibly sexually frustrated. While initiating a kiss had seemingly toned down Wade's obnoxiously sexual thoughts and remarks, it had done nothing to help Logan. It was like being teased. Before, he'd only had his imagination to work with. Now that he knows what Wade's lips taste like, what he sounds like in the middle of the night when his neck is kissed, Logan thinks he might go insane.

It's literally all he thinks about. That and other activities that he's previously been too far in denial to imagine before. He wants Wade so badly, in every way possible, and he just can't believe that the merc hasn't initiated anything even slightly sexual yet.

He kisses Wade again, this time on his cheek, before turning over to face the window, because he can't handle his midsection being that close to Wade's ass right now.

-

Wade is rushing around when he wakes up. "Morning honey badger," he greets, while hopping up and down, trying to slide into the pants of his suit as fast as he can.

"What are you doing?" Logan asks, trying to rub some of the sleep out of his eyes.

"Being loud as shit." Al remarks, sitting at the table, eating.

"Last minute mercenary job offer this morning." Wade explains, ignoring Al. "Whew kitty, you would not believe what they're paying. Some sleazy government figure is unexpectedly in town and they need me to take care of him like, yesterday."

"Uh huh," Logan is semi-transfixed on the way Wade's muscles are moving as he tries to get the suit on. Too soon, Wade is dressed. Logan stands up and stretches, cracking his joints. "When will you be back?" he asks.

"Faster than it'll take you to jerk off." Wade slides his mask on and then hands Logan a plate of food.

Logan is a little shocked that, despite running on a time crunch, Wade still made him breakfast. He looks up, already wishing for him to remove the mask. "I'll see you soon, then." He replies, cheekily.

"Good God," Al groans.

Wade blows Logan a kiss and gives Althea a real one on the head, through his mask. Logan wants a real one, too. "Bye, Wolvie. Don't miss me too much, Al."

"Can you at least fix the couch up before you go try to 'jerk off' in record time? I wanna listen to my shows." Al asks once Wade leaves. .

Logan is a little embarrassed. He knows that if Al has put up living with Wade for years then she's no stranger to a crude remark every now and then, (or all the time), but he still feels awkward.

"I was just joking, Althea." He assures before fixing the fold out into a regular couch again. He sits next to her and surfs through the channels while eating until he lands on something that she likes.

"Sweetie, can I ask you something?" Al asks, after a few minutes of relative silence.

Logan's brow furrows. "Um, sure."

"When are you gonna do something about Wade?"

Logan's glad she can't see the way his face heats up. He knows what she's referring to, he's just not sure why she's bringing it up. "What do you-"

"Don't bullshit me, Logan. I know you like him and I'm sure you've guessed that he likes you too. The man can barely contain himself around you."

Logan is so uncomfortable. He struggles to find the right words. "I...we...we know." He finally lands on. "We've talked about it."

This catches Al by surprise. She sits up straighter. "I know Wade isn't polite enough to not fuck you because I'm in the other room," Logan chokes a bit. "So what's going on? Why hasn't anything happened?"

"How do you know nothings happened?"

Al snorts. "Wade would never shut the fuck up if something did."

True. He sighs. "It's his turn." Is all he says, because he doesn't really feel comfortable getting into all of it with her.

Al looks like she's about to comment, but she doesn't. She just hums and goes back to listening to the tv. Logan gets lost in thought.

-

Later that day, after Wade's come home and showered off, Logan asks the merc if he wants to take Mary Puppins on a walk together. This isn't something they normally do. It's usually one or the other taking her.

He doesn't have time to really fret over what Wade may think of the request, because he grins brightly and nearly trips over his own feet while trying to put his shoes on.

Wade whistles for her, and grabs his mask that's hanging on a hook by the front door. "Come on little cuntchkin!" The dog eagerly runs up and begins jumping up onto her hind legs, excitedly barking. Wade puts his mask on and picks her up, letting her lick his cheek. "You want pa-pa to take you on a walk with your other grumpier pa-pa? Yes you do, yes you do." He teases in a baby voice. He sets her down. "Watch this, peanut. We've been working on a new trick." He kneels down and stares at her. "Go get your leash."

The dog tilts her head for a second before turning around and skittering off into the bedroom, presumably to find her leash.

Wade stands up and faces Logan. "It's gonna take her six tries, but she's gonna get it eventually."

Logan isn't really listening. "Why's your mask on?"

"Just want the public to see that Deadpool is capable of doing nice things like walking a doggy." Wade replies, fast and smooth.

Logan admires his ability to lie on the spot. He knows why Wade is really wearing the mask. Mary Puppins runs back in holding a sock in her mouth.

"Try again." Wade says, disapprovingly.

Logan steps closer to Wade. "I don't want you to wear it." He says, his voice gruff.

This seems to catch the other man off guard. He stares for a second before attempting to laugh it off. "Trust me, peanut. You and I rarely go out together. You aren't prepared for the amount of stares we'd get 'cause of this ugly mug."

Logan doesn't care. He wants people to stare, to see them together. "Take it off, Wade."

Wade is quick enough to not give any visual indication that he's shocked, but Logan knows him well enough to hear it in his voice. "At least take me out on a date first," he laughs, awkwardly.

The two stare at one another for a moment, before Logan reaches fast in an attempt to take off the mask, but Wade is infuriatingly faster. He ducks under his arms and swings around to face him from the opposite side. "Awe," he tsks, "Too slow."

Logan lunges again and now they're fighting each other.

Wade grabs his arms and twists it until he's got Logan turned around, but Logan makes quick work of flipping him over his back and flattening him on the floor. Wade rolls up like he's not even phased, which, to be fair, he's probably not, and hooks his leg around Logan's knees, pulling forward until Logan falls to the ground.

They wrestle and struggle, all the while Wade makes stupid quips about his appearance and how he can't fathom why Logan would go through all of this just to see his face. It frustrates Logan to no end, and he uses his anger to his advantage, and eventually is able to pin Wade to the wall, (with the help of three claws inside of Wade's stomach.)

Wade moans at the pain and leans his head back against the wall. Logan leans his against Wade's temple. They're both panting. "Wade," He says, seriously. "Take off the fucking mask. I wanna see your face. I like seeing your face."

The merc whimpers a little at the admission and, slowly but surely, raises his hands up to take the cowl off. All Logan wants to do is surge forward and shove his tongue down his throat.

The two lock eyes for a second, and, to Logan's excitement, Wade leans in and kisses him. Kissing Wade is dizzying and causes all of the noise inside of Logan's head to stop. Everything stills and he knows that if he were to die for real, as long as he got to kiss Wade before he went then he'd be okay.

He extracts his claws from Wade's abdomen, eliciting a beautiful grunt from the other man. For a second, Logan believes that this might be it. This might be the moment that takes the two of them to the level he's been dying to reach virtually since they met. But just as he rests his hand on Wade's hip, he pulls away.

Logan feels disoriented, and if the two were any closer, which, thank God they're not, then Wade would be able to feel the extent of his excitement.

By now, Mary Puppins is back, staring up at her owners with the leash in her mouth, patiently waiting to be noticed. "Look at that." Wade jerks his head in her direction. "Only took her two tries this time."

Logan looks, but his mind isn't really all the way there. He just hums and nods.

Wade leans forward and presses a soft kiss to Logan's cheek, causing his heart to damn near stop. "You win." He says, and drops the mask on the floor.

They take Mary on a walk. They don't hold hands, but they both want to.

Logan can't help but admire how they look walking together. He death stares anyone that happens to even accidentally glance in Wade's direction, and just listens to him as he talks his ear off. It's nice and he really does enjoy just being with Wade, but his mind is preoccupied. He wonders how close he and Wade had come to going further and why they didn't. Wade only joked about it a million times in the void. Why now, when he has the opportunity, does he not latch onto it?

He wants to fully be in the moment, and enjoy Wade's constant chatter, and savor the butterflies that insist on showing up every time their hands brush, but he just can't.

-

It occurs to Logan a few nights later that maybe the reason Wade isn't jumping to sleep with him is because they haven't really defined their relationship. He'd always assumed that with Wade's raunchy and overall sexual sense of humor that he was the type of person that didn't need things to be defined, but maybe he's misjudged him. After all, he did seem pretty crazy about Vanessa in the beginning.

He takes the opportunity to address it one night as they do dishes together after dinner. Wade's sitting with his fucking legs spread on the counter again. He makes a point to not look up from the sink as he brings it up.

"So, I was wondering," he starts, calmly, nonchalantly. "What exactly do you want to be?"

Wade pauses drying a suspiciously phallic shaped cup and looks over at him. "Happy? Content? To not look like a fucked up version of Mary Puppins?"

Logan glares at him. Wade just smiles. "I mean what do you want us to be? Me and you?" He knows that if he wants any serious answer out of Wade, then he has to be excruciatingly specific, so he hurries to clarify before Wade gets the chance to piss him off. "I mean, I told you how I felt about you," he can't bring himself to say, 'I love you,' again when he's not exactly sure how the other man feels. "I feel like I've made it pretty clear what I want."

Wade puts the cup down and leans back on his hands. "I know what you want, Wolvie." He winks, but looks mildly sad.

It registers that maybe Wade doesn't want to go further because he thinks that's all Logan's interested in.

"Woah, hey," he dries his hands and moves in front of Wade, standing in between his legs. "Wade, I'm asking because I...fuck, I want to be with you, and we just haven't made it clear what we are."

Wade is a little surprised. "You wanna be with me, like, exclusively? Like, only one weiner for the foreseeable future type exclusive?"

"Why do you always say weird shit?" Logan asks. "I want to be with you. Only you."

Wade is grinning. "You know I'm yours, peanut. How could I not be?"

Logan lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding and falls into Wade. He wraps his arms around his waist and noses at his jaw, laughing and kissing lightly.

"I love you," Wade says, and Logan stills, because it's the first time he's said the words explicitly.

"I love you too," he whispers, and he feels the words deep in his soul, like matter and antimatter flowing through his veins.

-

A week passes and to Logan's surprise, they still really haven't gotten more physical. Wade will kiss him more, and they still hold onto each other at night, but that's really it.

Wade does throw a dinner party with the purpose of re-introducing Logan to all of their friends, though, much to Logan's fond irritation.

"Colossus, have you met my boyfriend Logan?"

"Althea, this is Logan, my boyfriend. You might not recognize him because before he was just this guy that I shared a bed with and had a lot of sexual tension with."

"This is my Logan, everyone. The man of my dreams."

And Logan tells him to shut the fuck up everytime, but he really never means it.

Everyone is happy for them. He avoids eye contact with Vanessa, because he hates it when other people are right, but he knows that she's smiling, too. It's hard not to mirror the mercs' energy, because when Wade is really, truly happy, it's infectious.

This is something that has changed that Logan's noticed. Ever since their talk of exclusivity, Wade has just been so, so happy. His smile meets his eyes in a way that Logan didn't realize it ever hadn't before. He's always touching Logan in some way, whether that's putting their shoulders together or their knees or pressing his pinkie into Logan's. Best of all, the self-deprecating jokes have been reduced by ten-fold. Wade is just...happy and trusting that Logan really loves him like he says.

It makes Logan indescribably happy, too. A year ago he would have never imagined that this could be his life. He'd given up on the idea of a happy ending for himself a long, long time ago. Then Wade came in and gave it all back to him. Selfishly plucked him out of his universe and filled him with life that he never imagined he'd be worthy of again.

When everyone leaves, and Al's gone to sleep, Logan takes his time with Wade, trying to show him how appreciative he is and how much he loves him.

He's got Wade sitting pretty in his lap, kissing him sweetly, starting at his lips and working his way down his neck. Wade is a mess, breathing heavily and giving quiet little moans. He can feel his arousal against his own, and he wants Wade so, so badly.

He tugs on Wade's shirt, asking to take it off. Wade does, but his movements are shy. Logan's again reminded for the millionth time that Wade is not as okay with his disfigurement as he lets others believe.

Logan groans and grinds up, trying to show Wade that the sight of him just gets him going even more. He removes his own shirt and feels Wade's gaze wash over him like sunshine drying up rain-stained sidewalks.

"I feel like I'm allowed to look now." Wade jokes, unable to take his eyes off him.

"I've always wanted you to look." Logan admits, holding Wade's hand and kissing each of his knuckles.

Wade gives him a quick kiss before reaching over to turn off the lamp on the end table by the couch. Logan stops him. "What are you doing?" He asks.

"Just wanna make this better for you." Wade winks, like it's funny. It's not. "Maybe I could get my mask..?" He asks. "I know this," he gestures to his face. "Kind of ruins the mood."

It dawns on Logan all at once that the intimacy issues between them have nothing to do with Wade not liking him or not wanting him sexually. He's so, so insecure about his looks and his face and Logan can literally feel his heart shattering.

He doesn't want to go further anymore. Not while Wade still thinks that it would be better in the dark with his mask on. He places his hands on Wade's face and pulls him into a soft, tender kiss, before laying them down on the couch.

He buries his face in the back of Wade's neck, kissing every now and then, whispering to his partner how much he loves everything about him. Wade doesn't say anything.

He knows now that he has work to do. That he's got to put in some major effort convincing Wade that he really is attracted to him, but beyond that his physical appearance really doesn't matter to Logan in the slightest.

"I'm sorry." Wade whispers, long after the lights have been turned off and they've been lying down. "We could've if you wanted to." He assures. "We still can."

"Just wanna lay with you," Logan mumbles, sleepily, rubbing his hands in circles over Wade's skin. He kisses the back of his neck again. Yes, he wants Wade in that way. Has since he met him. But his new goal, new priority, is getting Wade to understand that he's worth being wanted in that way just as he is. No mask, no darkness.

"I'm sorry, Logan."

Logan's startled by Wade using his name. "Shut the fuck up." he whispers. "I love you. I love you.

They fall asleep skin to skin. Logan dreams of Wade. He thinks maybe Wade dreams of him, too.