#deadpool tickle

Wade beamed down, trying not to move and disturb the Wolverine who currently was at ease on his back and laying with his head on Wade's lap. He held his tongue for the time being to simply enjoy the moment as he took in every detail on the resting man's face.

It always made him happy to see Logan looking completely tranquil and not on edge. With his eyes closed and his brows and his lips at such repose it completely erased all the hard creases from his face from when he normally was feeling angry or depressed or just regular skepticism over Wade's usual shenanigans.

The merc's eyes traveled up to marvel over his roommate's irregular hairstyle with the two distinct peaks that Wade affectionately loved to refer to as "kitty ears" much to Logan's displeasure. He'd spent many of their evenings together just brushing and kneading his fingers through it right into the man's scalp to help him sleep at night.

Speaking of hair, his style of beard was never something to go unnoticed. While Wade found it a bit silly looking, it was part of who Logan was and he never wanted to change anything like that about him. Not to mention Wade imagined he would look pretty strange without it and he had to admit that it did add to his rugged charm.

Still, he found himself unable to resist breaking the peace and making a comment about it.

"You know the whole muttonchops fad died out in the early 1900s, right? Or did you not get that memo?"

Logan immediately transformed his relaxed face into a frown as he now glared up at Wade, destroying all that he'd been admiring moments ago.

"Well did your stupid ass not get the memo that I'm pushing 200? It was totally normal when I became an adult, and I just never cared enough to change it," Logan grumbled through the slight irritation he was now feeling as Wade raised his hands in surrender.

"Now now, don't get all cranky on me. I'm just saying it's not something you see these days anymore."

"What? You want me to shave it off?"

Wade gasped as dramatically as humanly possible.

"And have you looking like that circus clown, P.T. Barnum?! Absolutely not! Besides maybe one day you'll bring it back into style," Wade smirked as he began running his fingers through the thick facial hair.

"And that'll be the day I'll shave it," Logan tucked his chin protectively, trying not to smile as Wade's fingers tickled along his jawline.

"Oh no, you fucking will not. As long as you live under my roof it will be forbidden. Not to mention I wouldn't be able to do this...," Wade grinned with both hands now on either side of Logan's face, lightly stroking his beard and twiddling around under his chin.

"Good. Maybe then you would keep your hands to yourself," he clamped his jaw that had spread into a grin as his head twitched about to try to avoid the touches.

"If you didn't like it, I might. But we both know that's just not true now, is it, Peanut?"

Logan didn't deny it as the giggles finally started to slip through despite his best efforts.

"At-At leheheast stop fuckin' tihihickling me, shihihithead."

"I'm not tickling you. At least not on purpose. No, if I wanted to tickle you then I'd do this...," his hands slid down to just below Logan's ears as he began to softly scratch at the sides of his neck.

Logan's face instantly scrunched up as he broke into uncontrollable giggles and his shoulders crowded in to feebly guard his neck.

"Heheheheheehee-Dohohoohoon't," he protested as he just continued to lay in Wade's lap without any further action from him.

"And if I dooooo? Are you going to do something about it, tough guy?" Wade grinned mischievously, moving his fingers a little faster to tease the sensitive plane of skin.

"Juhuhuhust stohahahahap," Logan only wiggled his head around, trying to squeeze out Wade's hands with his shoulders. He took one lame attempt to swat at him, but other than that his arms remained limply crossed over his chest.

"You should count yourself lucky that I'm in such a charitable mood, dear Logie."

"You cahahall tohohohohorturin' me, chahahahaaritable?"

"Oh, if you want to see real torture that can definitely be arranged. See instead I could raspberry and nibble every inch of your yummy tummy until you're screaming. Scribble all over your soles until you're laughing so hard that you can't stop snorting. Or tickle deep into your armpits until you're gasping and wheezing for just one breath of air. But I'm not going to do any of that right now, and do you know why?"

"Wh-Whhhyeheeheeheehehehe," Logan snorted, not even sure why he bothered questioning Wade's manic mind.

"Because this......Being gentle like this with you....It always just hits different," Wade mused as he carried on with his ministrations.

Don't get him wrong. He absolutely loved to have Logan thrashing and howling underneath him until he was red in the face, tears leaking down his cheeks while desperately begging for his life. But watching him just lay there like this, not even fighting it, brought Wade an internal pleasure that he couldn't put into words.

In the beginning, the older man had naturally been very resistant to being touched in affectionate ways, and despite receiving many stab wounds in his efforts, Wade was patient with him. He started out with small things like fist-bumping his shoulder or giving him the smallest side hugs.

It took a little time, but eventually Logan's muscles stopped stiffening up anytime Wade touched him, and he allowed things to escalate into Wade making more meaningful contact without having a violent reaction to it.

Being touched in ways that brought relief and comfort to him was not something he'd lived with over the past several years and it at first felt so foreign to him. And though it wasn't easy for him to admit it to himself, deep down it was exactly what he needed. What he yearned for all along.

So imagine Wade's surprise the day Logan scooted closer to lean against him on the couch and not make any protest to when Wade put his arm around him. Nor when Wade began to rub his shoulder and eventually move up to fingering through his hair. He was like an untamed animal that had finally began to put his trust into the other man and had Wade wishing he could relive the moment over and over again.

Though there was one thing that Logan hadn't considered by allowing Wade to get so close. And all it took was one jestful poke into his ribs when he had been cracking overly crude jokes at Wade's expense.

Logan was horribly ticklish. Everywhere. Always had been, though there had never been anyone crazy enough to even have the idea cross their mind. Enter your local resident lunatic, Wade Wilson, who didn't think twice and immediately launched a vicious attack as soon as a sign of this weakness was detected.

Now Logan could have easily thrown Wade across the room with his strength alone or plunged his foot-long claws into his body in protest, but he didn't. It was as if he was tired of fighting the thought that no one would ever want to show him any sort of affection again and finally decided to completely surrender himself to it all.

The fingers mercilessly tickling his ribs had him laughing without restraint and even though he made a show to curse Wade out and threaten him at every turn that all eventually dissolved into him desperately begging Wade not to tickle him. And other than squirming like crazy and trying to buck Wade off of him he did not one damn thing to stop him.

He had basically let Wade tickle him for what felt like hours until Logan could barely catch his breath amongst his snorting fits, though it had literally only been a few minutes. Afterwards Wade naturally couldn't contain himself from gushing about how cute Logan looked and sounded when he was laughing so freely.

Logan had been too breathless to argue about it even if he wanted to, instead only giving a weak punch to the other man's chest along with a grunt to not do that again. But with how Logan had responded to the whole ordeal Wade knew that he didn't really mean it, and the two had never been closer after that.

Logan had learned to love being touched again, especially when it came from Wade. With how highly sensitive his skin was he had known just how much pain it could cause him, and he was now finally getting to see how much pleasure it could bring him too.

He had really come to enjoy being pet and would offer himself into positions that Wade couldn't resist putting hands on him. Laying in Wade's lap was his favorite spot. Sometimes just his head or other times he'd lay his whole body across him, guiding Wade's hand under his shirt to rub his back or his belly.

Wade was completely ecstatic to have been chosen above anyone else, and he was happy to give into any of Logan's whims at the drop of a hat. Despite him being so sensitive, Wade knew just how to touch and massage him without it tickling and that is precisely what he would do. At least at first.

He knew that even though he might say otherwise, Logan really didn't mind being tickled. He might even dare to say that he actually liked being tickled. Because even after time and time again of ending up in a ticklish situation Logan would never stop coming back for more.

It was always the same. Wade would rub and caress wherever Logan currently desired until the man positively melted into a puddle of deep relaxation that he was allowed to wallow in for as long as he chose. And when he'd start to show any signs of coming out of it....that was Wade's cue.

Those touches gradually became lighter to where they were barely touching the skin to set Logan's nerves on fire. This slowly pulled a grin onto his face along with him unconvincingly whining for Wade not to start. Then as the fingers began to make a little more contact and move more quickly to gently skim and scratch and scribble at his sensitive skin that's when the giggles appeared.

Wade loved that he had the power to make the mighty Wolverine squirm with such a soft touch and being able to witness that little extra bit of vulnerability that he was sure no one else ever got to see. The way Logan trusted him made him feel like he could combust, but little did he know that all the things he did made Logan feel the same way.

"Hihihit's different? Ho-How abohohout I hihihit yoohoohoou?" Logan giggled like crazy as his legs moved restlessly and his feet kicked at the couch, still allowing Wade to tickle all over his neck.

"Ah ha! So you do want to hit this? I knew the truth would come out one day, though I was hoping for a little more romance involved. So how do you want to be? Top or bottom? Personally, I prefer..."

He was caught off guard as Logan had reached up and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him down closer to his face.

"Ya know Wade, I think I'd like to be on top for once," he spoke in a husky whisper that immediately shut down Wade's hyper mind and had him swallowing the lump in his throat.

"You.....You wanna.....uhhh.....what?" Wade made so many jokes and innuendos that his brain couldn't even began to process what was happening right now. Was Logan just fucking with him too?

"Actually, I don't mind either way. And I've got plenty of other places ya can tickle....below the belt...," Logan growled softly as he indicated to a lower position on his body with his eyes.

"You mean like....your knees?" Wade inquired innocently through his not-well masked panic, making Logan chuckle at the high level of anxiety he could smell around him.

"You're not very good at this are you?"

"How can you tell? I mean, I don't know if you're being serious or just fucking with my head right now, but if it's the latter then let me tell you that it's not funny because I'm a human being and I don't deserve to have my emotions fucked wi- "

Wade was cut off again as Logan quickly leaned up, smashing his lips against the other man's and pushing his tongue past to invade his mouth. Instantly Wade felt his body turn to mush as his brain tried to catch up and was kicking into reboot mode, but by then Logan was already pulling away with a smirk.

"That hit different enough for ya?"

Wade only sat there frozen in shock as he opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out.

"Holy shit. I finally managed to shut you up for once," Logan laid his head back into Wade's lap and folded his arms behind his head, staring up at him with a cocky grin.

Wade simply blinked down at him, finally finding his words.

"Okay let me get this straight here......You.....and me? You want.....me???"

"Look Wade, you're the only person who's ever given me a chance despite my past and the shitty way I initially treated you. You believed in me and by doing so made me believe in myself again. I didn't want to see it at first, but you really do care about me and I'm more than grateful for all the effort you put in to make me feel like this again. So after all that it'd be a lie for me to say that I didn't feel anything for you too," his smile was soft now as he stared into Wade's eyes.

"That's....I mean, this is totally unexpected. Of course I care about you. I do a lot. It's just that I never thought you'd ever feel that way about me. See I'm not sure you're thinking clearly here. You could literally have anyone you wanted, and you would settle for some washed-up, bottom-of-the-barrel guy like me? No, this has to be a dream. Wake up, Wade! Ow!" He grimaced as he slapped himself in the face, finding that his situation was still reality.

Logan's eyes glazed over in concern as he reached out to gently grab Wade's hand to prevent him from trying that again while Wade looked down at him, eyes beginning to tear up.

"There's just no way this is real. Look at you....And look at me," he looked himself up and down gesturing to his disfigured face and body before lowering his head, "I'm a freak."

The older man looked at him thoughtfully before smiling up at him again.

"Maybe so," Logan cupped Wade's chin to tilt his head back up so he could look him in the eyes, "But you're my freak. And I like ya just the way that you are."

Wade let out a choked-back sob of glee as he put a hand on the back of Logan's to hold it there for a little longer against his face. After a few more moments with Wade trying to regather his thoughts, Logan took it upon himself to break the silence for once.

"You're not one of those guys who cries during sex, are ya?"

The merc huffed out a laugh as he adamantly shook his head.

"No no, I'm sorry. It's just you don't know what a relief this is for me. I haven't been this happy since you helped me save my universe."

"Likewise, bub. Now quit your blubbering 'cause I ain't kissing you again lookin' like that," he smirked with pride when that managed to get another laugh out of Wade.

"Well I can't just turn it off instantly. That's not how emotions work, you know? I just need a minute, but in the meantime, I think I can find a way to cheer myself up....," he placed a hand on Logan's chest as his fingers skittered across to an armpit that had been left wide open and lightly dug into the spot.

"Aaahehehehahahaha! If-If thahahahaat's whahat it tahahakes!" Logan laughed as he struggled but kept his arms up, willing to endure for Wade's amusement, "I kkkk-kinda lihihihike it ahahahaanyways!"

"Oh you're going to regret ever admitting that Mr. Wolverine," Wade was now back to his usual demeanor, but had stopped the playful torment as Logan shrugged in reply.

"My life is full of regrets, what's one more?"

"Hopefully I won't be one of them," Wade chuckled uneasily.

Logan finally sat up all the way, righting himself to sit beside Wade as he grabbed the back of his head.

"Only one way to find out," he grinned and pulled Wade forward to start kissing him again, this time with Wade eager to return the act. Logan's other hand wandered over Wade's body and when he got down to his waist area he was surprised when Wade released a small yelp.

"MmMMMmm," Wade pulled back and blabbered out without thinking, "Sorry. Tickles."

Logan paused to look at him momentarily before a mischievous grin began to form on his face.

".....What was that?"

Wade's eyes suddenly went wide, knowing he had just royally fucked himself.

"Uh heh, I mean....what? What did I say?" Wade was already backpeddling along the couch as Logan crawled after him.

"Something ya shouldn't have. Being a loud mouth can really bite ya in the ass," Logan easily caught him in a second and got the man pinned underneath his heavy bulk, making escape impossible.

"W-Wait Logan! Wait! Think about this! You don't want to ruin the mood, do you?!" Wade spit out in a last-ditch effort to de-escalate the situation, but the way Logan chuckled destroyed any hope he had.

"I think this is going to set the mood juuust fine."

"But I'm not even that ticklish! I promise this won't be that fun! No please! Have mercy! I swear I'll never tickle you agaaaHAAHAHAhahahahahanooohahahahahahah!"