At first Logan had declined Wade's invitation to live with him at his apartment. Having been on his own for so long Logan didn't want to accept the fact that anyone actually wanted him around, but after Wade's persistent prodding and convincing he finally accepted.

"Yes!! It'll be like a sexy slumber party!" Wade had whooped, but one steely-eyed look from Logan made him turn it down, "Ahem. Or, you know, just two guys hanging out together with no lewd activities of any kind...."

No doubt Wade pushed Logan's buttons and got on his nerves more than anyone he had ever met in his life, but after their ordeal together there was no denying the bond that had been created between the two of them. It was hard for him to admit it, but Wade was definitely someone Logan now considered as a friend.

Surprisingly he settled in quickly and had begun to make himself comfortable, allowing him to let his guard down and actually relax for once. It was only a one-bedroom apartment so even though he had to sleep out on the couch every night he was grateful to have a place to call home.

And Wade was thrilled to have him there. Unlike his other roommate, Blind Al, Logan was progressively becoming more tolerant of his off the wall antics so it was nice to have someone else there that he could really joke around with. And drink with, though Logan still tended to embark on some solo day drinking of his own.

Wade shuffled into the living room in his crocs one late evening with Dogpool cradled in his arm to find Logan slouched over on the couch in nothing but jeans and a tank top and a nearly empty bottle of whiskey in his hand. Further observation revealed there to be two more empty bottles laying around on the ground by his feet.

"Hey. Robert Downey Jr. Wanna take it easy on the booze?"

Logan lazily looked up at him, rolling his eyes when he saw Wade was allowing the dog to lick all over his face.

"I will once ya take it easy on always making out with that mutt."

Wade stared at him in defiance as he continued to kiss Dogpool's head while she licked all around his mouth, making Logan grimace in disgust before Wade set her down upon the ten-sizes-too-big dog bed he had bought for her.

"You know if you were jealous all you had to do was ask, baby girl. There's plenty of Wade Wilson to go around," he leaped onto the couch beside Logan and puckered his lips, making smooching sounds as he tried to pull the other man close while Logan cursed and struggled to hold him back.

"Hey hey! Fucking knock it off, asshole!" Despite his annoyance he chuckled a little with the alcohol lightening his mood and after a few more seconds Wade finally relented to sit himself back.

"You can fight it all you want, but I know you'll come around one day. There's no resisting my natural labido," Wade sat facing him as he gave a wink and a flirty grin, causing Logan to sigh with a shake of his head and take another sip from the bottle.

"See this is exactly why I still drink. I need something to help tolerate your obnoxious ass on a daily basis."

"Fine by me. It has its benefits. Number one being that you're so much less stabby when you're like this," Wade teased, wiggling a finger into his side as Logan squirmed and giggled before swatting at his hand with boozed up coordination.

"Why are ya always tickling me? I hate that shit," Logan was still smiling though as he rubbed at his irritated ribs.

"Because," Wade smiled and turned to look out at the audience before whispering quietly under his breath, "The people demand it."

He sat staring in silence for several seconds until Logan lifted a brow in confusion.

"The fuck you looking at?"

"Nothing," Wade turned back to him, "Well it's because I have to make you laugh somehow, grumpy pants. You're always so serious, and worst of all you never laugh at my jokes."

"Oh yeah? Have ya tried actually being funny?"  A big shit eating grin was plastered on Logan's face as he instinctively pulled his arms in close to his body, not expecting Wade to let that one slide.

"Ooh hoo hoo, you're going to pay for that one later. You know what, smart ass? Maybe I'll tickle you in front of Laura. I'm sure she'd love to help me double team you sometime. A little badger on badger action, if you will." 

It was Wade's turn to smirk as Logan just looked back at him with nervous eyes that he tried to hide behind the scowl now creasing over his face.

"You'd better fuckin' not."

"I don't know. It's sounding like a pretty good idea to me. Usually I have to pay to see that kind of thing but-"

Logan growled as his claws started to come out, but Wade just laughed and wagged a finger at him.

"Ah ah ah! Rule number one, no bloodshed in the house. So best keep those claws of yours in check, my little kitty cat."

"Just don't give me a reason then," Logan warned, retracting the claws before his eyes raised to focus on Wade's head, "By the way, how long are ya gonna keep wearing that stupid toupee? I already told you that you ain't foolin' anyone with that thing."

Wade looked positively insulted as he patted and smoothed down the hair on his head.

"Uhmm excuse me? As I've told you a thousand times, it's a hair system. It's so I can go out in public looking halfway decent. Not all of us were blessed with the perfect bone structure of a successful Broadway actor," turns his head briefly to look at the camera, "And besides, I think it looks quite distinguished."

"I've seen better looking roadkill than whatever that thing's made out of," Logan snorted and downed the rest of the bottle in his hand before dropping it on the floor beside the other empty bottles.

"Says the guy who looks like he has roadkill glued to the sides of his face," Wade gave a less than gentle tug on his muttonchops as Logan grunted and smacked his hand away.

"Oh yeah? Well at least I can grow facial hair, pal. You on the other hand don't have a speck of hair on your whole goddamn body. You're like a fucking pre-pubescent child. This is what a real man looks like," a tipsy smirk crawled across his face as he nonchalantly pulled up his tank top to show off his hairy chest and stomach.

He emphasized his point by running a hand over his hirsute, muscular torso while Wade just stared very, very hard.

"........Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it's working," Wade was smiling deviously and reaching a hand out as Logan chuckled dryly and gave him a hard shove, sending him flying to the other end of the couch, "Just so you know, I'm adding that one to the spank bank."

"You fucking wish, bub. Think ya got a better chance with that ugly ass dog of yours," he nodded over towards the sleeping pooch while tugging his shirt back down. 

It was rare to see such a repulsed look on Wade's face as the man always seemed to be down for whatever but apparently messing with the dog was where he drew a line.

"Woah woah, that's just going too far now. You need therapy, my friend."

"Oh please. I forgot you were the fucking poster child for mental stability," Logan muttered as he lifted his legs to prop his bare feet up on the coffee table in front of him.

"Heyheyhey! What in the ever-living fuck do you think you are doing? That's where we cut up our Bolivian nose candy-"

"I thought Feige said ya can't talk about that."

"Well what Feige doesn't know won't hurt him. Now let's go. Chop chop. Feet off the table, bud," Wade scolded and kicked Logan in the leg as the man rolled his eyes and begrudgingly pulled his feet down.

"You are such a fucking caveman. That table is an antique. Furniture crafted from the finest-OOof!" Wade grunted in pain as Logan dropped his feet onto his lap with his heel coming down hard onto his groin, "Uh uh nope. Not happening. Feet off the Deadpool too." 

"Well I gotta put 'em somewhere. What? Offended that ya weren't my first choice? Be flattered I finally found a good use for you," Logan smirked big time at the genuine outrage that now displayed on Wade's face.

"What the fuck do you mean?! You've seen what a phenomenal cook I am!"

"Almost burned down the apartment."

"I'm the king of late-night karaoke!"

"Got the cops called on us three times already."

"Well I'm good at making friends everywhere I go."

"I had to beat the shit out of all those bikers to get them off of you. Not to mention you almost got us banned from my favorite bar, you dumb fuck."

Wade started to pout from Logan shooting down all of his claims, but was quickly back to grinning as he thought of something that Logan couldn't possibly argue against.

"Okay, you know what? You wanna see something I'm good at? I'll show you something I'm very good at," Wade smirked and grabbed ahold of Logan's legs, securing his ankles in one arm as he began ruthlessly tickling the bottoms of his feet.

Logan lost any sense of calm he had as he immediately broke into a hysterical laughing fit, figuring out too late that he had made a huge mistake. There weren't many things in life that could get the Wolverine to lose his cool, but Wade Wilson the Tickle Monster never failed.

"Baahahahahahaha! Wahahahahade, dohohohon't!! Okaahaahaahaay! I'll mooohoohoove 'em!!"

Logan was far too buzzed to pull his usual act of fighting back his reactions and trying to pretend that he wasn't as horribly sensitive as he really was. Not that any of that ever discouraged Wade since he knew he'd always get him to crack eventually.

"Nah, that's okay. You just keep them right where they are, Giggles. Maybe this'll teach you some manners. Or not, that's okay too. I wouldn't want to run out of excuses to do this....," he scratched at the soles with Logan going nuts and frantically pulling at his captured legs while Wade's arm only squeezed tighter around them to ensure he wouldn't escape.

"Stahahahaaap, ya dihihihick! Fuhuhuhuckin' lehehehehe-lehehet me gohohohohooo!"

"What's that? Aww did you forget your safe word again? So confusing. How do I know if you really want me to stop or not?" The merc teased with his fingers scribbling at Logan's arches as the X-man's laughter surged in volume.

"Fuhuhuhuhuck you! Aaaheheeheeheehee nohohoho! Waahaait! I'm sohohohohorry!" He howled with tears already in his eyes as Wade found the weak spots under his toes; his body twisting and flopping around as he braced his arms on the couch in his clumsy attempts to get free.

Wade always enjoyed when Logan was in this state. Not only was he a lot less homicidal than if he was sober but he wasn't nearly as uptight and didn't even fight the tickles as hard. He practically just rolled over and took it and didn't hold much back. 

He suspected that Logan didn't hate being tickled nearly as much as he made out and loved to tease him about it much to the older man's insistent denial of the fact. It's likely that Logan would rather die than ever admit something like that.

Wade then cleared his throat and began to speak in his best exaggerated Australian accent.

"Crikey mate! Here we have the Wolverine. Best known for its violent tendencies and natural ability to be a complete jackass. When confronted by a stronger and more powerful predator it begins to make the most adorable snorting sounds that are meant as a sign of his submission. Let's listen in, shall we?"

Logan had been belting out uncontrollable snorts all throughout his laughter and it was one of Wade's favorite things to poke fun at him for.

"Shhh-Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhup! You're sohohohoho fuhuhucking stuhuhuhupid!"

"Oh, I'm fucking stupid? Who's the one making all the little piggy noises, Wilbur? Speaking of piggies....," Wade smirked as he started to play with his toes again, "This little piggy was an alcoholic....This little piggy was always so mean to his friend, Wade.....This little piggy talked shit about sweet little Dogpool....This little piggy..."

"Fuhuhuhuhuuuck! Alrihihihihight I gihihihive uhuhup! Haahahahaah! No-No mohohohore!" Logan had managed to pull a foot free and was now kicking Wade in the back as hard as he could, which wasn't very hard at all due his weakened state from laughing so much.

"No more? No MORE? Sorry, sweet cheeks. But I've got plenty more," Wade then threw his foot aside as he turned and dove onto Logan's prone form to now attack his very ticklish stomach, "That was for treating me like an object! This is for saying I'm not funny!"

Wade snickered with glee as the feral man expelled a less than manly squeal of giggles and immediately curled into a protective ball, though all attempts to evade were useless. Deadpool was positively relentless.

"Nooooohohohohohoo nohohohot thehehehehere! Okahahaay you're funny! You're fuhuhuhuhuhunnyyyyyaaahahahahahaaStaahahahahahaaap!"

"Oh sure! All of a sudden I'm just magically funny now! Don't insult my intelligence! You can't bullshit a bullshitter!" Wade managed to get his hands underneath Logan's shirt, raking his fingers up and down his bare stomach and forcing him to dissolve into a lengthy, mirthful wheeze.

"Why are you so ticklish? Is it part of your mutation? A result of a Weapon X experiment gone horribly wrong? Talk, damn you! I need answers!"

Not that Wade actually expected him to answer, but Logan was laughing entirely too hard and fighting it even less. He had his head thrown back in hysterics that exposed his oversized canines, writhing feebly while tears were leaking down his reddened cheeks.

It was a sight to see the normally powerful X-man rendered helpless from such a soft touch, but it just goes to prove that healing factors and big muscles were completely useless against a tickle attack.

Wade would have loved to keep tickling him all night, and he knew the man technically could take it with the high amount of stamina he possessed, but it was time to let him go now and save it for another time. Logan had been a good sport, and he didn't want to push it too far.

Pulling his hands back he now stood triumphantly hovering over the still giggling and plastered Wolverine, who kept his body all curled up in case the crazy merc decided to come for him again.

"Are you sure you're the Wolverine of legends? I mean, this isn't exactly what I had pictured. If I hadn't personally seen you in action then I'd have some serious doubts," he smirked as Logan finally relaxed and slowly splayed out on the couch.

"Heehehehe-That's the worst Wolverine to you, bub. You-hehehee-fucking suck," Logan continued to giggle as he struggled to fight off the dizzying high of the combined tickle assault mixed with the alcohol in his bloodstream. Wade was pleased to see he hadn't soured his mood.

"But do I swallow is the real question? Hehehe, sorry, I couldn't help myself. Now did you learn your lesson, you drunken idiot?"

Logan regained some sense of focus as he slowly sat up and looked up at Wade with the most cocky grin.

"Of course not. Gonna take a lot more than that, fucker."

"Do not tempt me, Peanut. I showed you mercy this time, but I cannot guarantee this next round I will be as charitable," Wade smirked and cracked his knuckles, surprised to see Logan lean back onto the couch with his arms folded behind his head.

"Pffft. You don't fuckin' scare me. You can do your worst. Though I'm sorry to say you're not gonna get the chance. Ya wanna know why?"

"Why?" Wade practically demanded with his hands on his hips.

"That's why." Logan lifted a hand to point behind Wade as the merc whirled around to confront what may have got the drop on him and found.....nothing. Nobody.

"Wait a minute.....did I really just fall for the oldest trick in the bo-AAAHCK!" Wade let out a scream as he was pounced from behind by a playfully growling Wolverine and landed hard on his stomach with his face hitting the floor. He had seriously misjudged the other man's current ability to fight back.

"Heheh, you really are a fucking idiot. Now let's see how you like this shit...," Logan immediately dug into Wade's ribs from where he sat perched on his back and was more than thrilled by the scream that ripped out of the merc's mouth. He knew there was no way a loudmouth like Wade wouldn't be ticklish.

"Nohohooo Logan wahahahahaait! Ahahaheeheehehehehe! You cahahahan't tihihihickle meheheee! I'm-I'm the 'ler! Nohohot yooooou!"

"The what? What the hell are ya talkin' about now?" Logan didn't let up though while Wade tried to sputter out an explanation.

"The cohohohommunity! Ihihihit's a thihihiing! I g-guess tehehehechnically I'm a swihihihihitch buhuhuhut stihihill!"

Logan raised his brows, looking more confused than before as he ended up just shrugging it off and shaking his head.

"Nevermind. I really don't wanna know. Now shut up and laugh, asshole," Logan's big hands ran up and down his sides, squeezing his waist and making it back up into his armpits as Wade flailed and shrieked and desperately tried to clamp his arms down.

Logan couldn't help but laugh at Wade's reactions with how he had barely started in on him yet.

"Geez. Have ya really been this fucking ticklish this whole time? Looks like we've got some time to make up for," his fingers fluttered around under Wade's arms, producing wild cackles as he wriggled like a worm and tried to scoot across the floor.

"Get off get off! Nooohahahahahaha! I'm nohohohohot tihihihicklish! I'm nohohohohohohot!"

"Well if you're not ticklish then all this shouldn't be botherin' ya, right? Or do you prefer me stabbin' ya better?" Logan smirked as he used the three middle fingers on each hand to simulate his claws as he repeatedly poked at Wade's ribcage with rapid fire speed, "Hehe, now you're dead."

"Gaahaahahahahaha!! Nohohohohot the clahahahahaws! Mehehehehercy!" Wade begged, trying to reach behind him to smack Logan's hands away. Spoiler alert, it didn't work.

"Mercy? Ha! That's a fuckin' good one. Hey, whaddya know. I guess you are funny after all. Hehehe, tickle tickle tickle, fuckface."

Wade's hysterics were increasing in volume by the second and Logan snorted in amusement at the thought that they might get the cops called on them for a suspected murder happening in the apartment.

"Holy shit. Keep it down, will ya? You're gonna wake the-"

"What in the name of Satan's asshole is that horrible noise?!?!" Blind Al shouted in annoyance as she wandered into the room and nearly tripped over the two men roughhousing on the floor.

"Blind Al! Blind Ahahahahal! Hehehehelp mehehehehe!" Wade screamed as he managed to roll over underneath Logan and reach out a desperate hand towards his elderly roommate.

"You're such a dick. Ya know ya don't have to emphasize that she's blind all the time, ya inconsiderate moron," Logan rolled his eyes with a smile as he now had better access to Wade's ribs and stomach and dug right in.

"Baahahahah-Buhuhuhut thahahat's her nahahahahame! B-Becahahahause she's blihihihind! Gehehehet ihihit?!"

The older woman's lips pursed with disdain.

"Please keep torturing him. I will sleep good tonight knowing that stupid motherfucker is suffering," she gently patted Logan on the shoulder as she turned around and made her way out of the room.

"You got it, boss lady," Logan nodded with a smirk and scratched furiously at Wade's stomach, easily avoiding the flailing hands trying to stop him.

"Blihihihihind Al! Aahahhahahha! You trahahahaahaahaitor! Ahahahafter ahahall I've d-dohohohone for yooohoou!"

"Maybe you could gag his bitch ass too," she yelled back over her shoulder, making Logan chuckle.

"She's got a point. You're loud as fuck. Always makin' fun of how I snort while you're over here shrieking like a fuckin' little girl."

With that, Wade was struck with inspiration as he thought of a way to get Logan to stop.

"Yehehehes! Oh yehehehes Lohohohogan! Dohohohn't stop! Th-Thahahat's ihihihit! Tihihihickle me! Tihihickle mehehehe untihihihil I pahahahass ouhohout!" Wade pretended to moan between his laughs as he put his hands flat against the floor to demonstrate that he had no intention of preventing the tickling, though it was a major struggle for him to keep them there.

Logan tilted his head as he stared down at Wade in bemusement.

"Can't tell if you're tryin' to psyche me out into stopping, or if you really do like it that much. I wouldn't put it past ya to actually enjoy being tickled. Not the weirdest thing about you. Either way, if ya say not stop then I won't," Logan smirked and proceeded to tickle him even harder as he kneaded into his hips.

"Noooooohohohoooo! Okaahahaay! I lihihihied! I cahahahan't tahahahahake it! Pleasepleaseplease stooohahahahoooop!" Wade squealed and kicked his legs around and uselessly tried to grab at the other man's wrists to pry him off.

"Now was that really a lie? Are ya sure it wasn't an educated wish?" Logan loved to bring that stupid shit up every once in a while, knowing it would get under Wade's skin.

"So fuhuhuhunny I forgohohot to lahahahaugh, ahahahasshole! Nohohow gehehet off meeeheeheeheee! You fuhuhuhucking mahahahade yohohohour point!" 

Logan was about to make another quip when he heard loud barking and turned his head to see Dogpool come flying over the back of the couch towards them in superhero slow-motion.

She then rushed in to grab Wade by the hair as she pulled with all of her tiny body weight trying to free him.

"Yehehehes! Mary Puhuhuhuppins! Saahahahave pa-pa! Thaahahahat's it!"

"Yeah.....that dog weighs like eight pounds. Hehehe, don't think you're getting away from me just yet, bub," Logan snickered as he dragged Wade closer and plunged his fingers into his armpits, earning another shriek as the merc futilely clamped his arms down and thrashed even harder.

"Looohohohogaaan staaahahahahahahap! I'm-I'm sohohohohoh glahahad to seeheehee-ahahahahhah-see yohohou ehehehembrace thihihis sss-sihihide of you buhuhuhut-AAAAHH! FUHUHUHUCK!!"

A loud ripping sound was heard as Logan looked up in wonderment to see Wade with a hand gripped to his now bald head as Dogpool stood there with his whole hair piece in her mouth.

Logan couldn't help it. The sight of Wade laying there with those fucking staples sticking out of his head and the dog now gnawing on his toupee like a chew toy was just too comical.

He started to laugh. Really laugh. Laughing too damn hard to keep tickling Wade as he literally fell over, holding his sides while his whole body shook in uncontrollable guffaws.

Wade was finally able to sit up as he glared at his hysterical friend, but he had a smile on his face too.

"Really?! That's what makes you laugh?! You seeing me getting hurt is funny to you? Pretty fucked up, you sado," he pretended to sound annoyed, but really he was anything but. It was rare to see Logan laugh like this besides when Wade was tickling him half to death so he'd let him have this for the moment.

Still he had to strike back somehow for this indignity.

"Puppins attack! Kill, my little munchkin! Kill!" Wade shouted as the dog rushed towards the fallen man and jumped onto him. But Dogpool didn't have a mean bone in her body and only knew how to attack with love as she affectionately licked Logan's face much to his aversion.

"Blech! Wahahade! Gehet your dohohog!" He bellowed as he continued to laugh, but other than trying to shield his face with his arms he didn't do much to stop her.

"Okay okay, come here, sweetie pie. Lets get you away from the bad man who tried to kill your pa-pa," Wade reached over and pulled her off of him, setting her into his lap.

Logan finally fought down the giggles as he sat up to find Wade staring longingly at the destroyed toupee in his hand. He kind of felt bad for the guy and thought he should offer some words of encouragement.

"Yeah, that thing's fucked. Big time. But hey, I think you look better without it," he nodded, using his shirt to wipe off his face as Wade gave him a genuine smile.

"You're only saying that because you're drunk," the merc teased back as Logan shrugged in response and grinned broadly.

"You're probably right. I wouldn't touch ya with a ten foot pole."

"That's okay. I don't mind doing all the touching...," Wade gave him a quick squeeze on the side as Logan snorted and lurched away from his reach and got to his feet.

"Don't fucking start that again. I'd say we're even now. Besides, you don't wanna fuck with me now that I know how damn ticklish you are. It's a stalemate. We can put this all behind us and move on. Now if ya don't mind I'd like to get some sleep," he waved the other man away as he grabbed some blankets off the back of the couch to set up his sleeping area.

Wade just smirked as he began walking out of the room with Dogpool in his arms.

"Silly silly Wolvie. I'm not sure you realize the implications of your actions. But I'm afraid this is far from over. You, my friend, have just started a war."

Logan's face fell as he only stared back at Wade in wide-eyed silence.

            “You know, a hayride? You had those right?” Wade’s voice drone on, cutting through the announcer’s words. “Logan, buddy. Let’s get some pumpkin spice lattes for our hayride together!”

            “What are ya on about?” the toothpaste commercial popping up on the screen allowed Logan to acknowledge Wade for the first time in a while. “What the hell is a pumpkin spice latte?”

            “Only God’s greatest gift to man,” Wade beamed, then pulled himself up to sit on his legs. Sinking into the couch cushion, Wade looked up at Logan eagerly, “It’s the perfect mix of basic white girl and early Facebook culture all mixed into one thousand calories and the smell of a HomeGoods. Much better than the candy can mocha coming out next month. That has the taste and feel of Santa’s moist asshole.”

            Deadpanned, Logan made a mental note to not mention that he was a fan of candy canes in December, then turned back to the screen, praying to the TV gods to put anything other than an erectile dysfunction medication commercial on his screen. Those commercials always made Wade a bit too excited. Luckily for him, the timeout had finished, the game resuming with a fifteen-yard catch for an easy first down.

            “You’re acting like you’re more interested in football right now than you are me,” Wade looked over to the TV, then back at Logan. Wade actually quite enjoyed watching football with Logan, hanging out on the couch with a couple beers and Wade’s uncanny ability to predict the result of the next play, though right now, Wade was choosing to be a little shit.

            “Ya always gotta be an annoying prick when the game’s on?” Logan growled, leaning to the side; Wade now blocking the TV with a wide stance and crossed arms like a disappointed mistress.

            “The game?” Wade repeated, accentuating the first word. “You’re just watching this game because it’s on.”

            “I like this team,” Logan glowered, his eyes meeting Wade’s temporarily, “the quarterback has potential. ‘sides, he’s the quarterback you like too, dumbass.”

            “Uncle Rico?” Wade exclaimed, spinning around eagerly and falling backward onto the couch. “My favorite Mississippi mustached man! Oh, how he makes my heart flutter.”

            “Maybe that flutterin’ will shut you the fuck up,” Logan mumbled, glad his view was now unimpeded.

            “That was the meanest thing you’ve said to me in the last twenty minutes,” Wade cocked his head to the side, covering his mouth with his hand. “How dare you tell me to shut up. You like what I do with my mouth.”

            “Fuck,” Logan let out a deep sigh, ignoring Wade’s miming of giving a blowjob.

            “That’s what I’m thinking, Peanut,” Wade threw his head back and laughed, then his ADHD brain suddenly clicked back to what he was rambling on about earlier, “Hayrides! Pumpkin spice lattes! You and me! Today? Tomorrow? There’s a super fun farm up north we can go to, though I heard it’s kid friendly, so maybe you shouldn’t go. You’re a bit too scary and pointy for the youth these days.”

            “What’re ya even talkin’ about?”

            “I can find one later on Google Maps using my brand new GOOGLE PIXEL 10 PRO XL: MEET THE NEW STATUS QUO. This line of dialogue is now sponsored by Google,” Wade held up his phone as Logan furrowed his brows. “Don’t worry Peanut, I was hiding this in my prison wallet. That’s also where I keep my Social Security Card and SNAP card. God I wish the US Government would end their shutdown already so millions of Americans can eat again.”

            Some days Logan wished he knew what Wade was talking about. Today was not one of those days.

            “Anyway, let’s go to the pumpkin patch and spend over forty dollars on a single moldy pumpkin, then go on a hayride and go through a spooky maze and get some caramel apples and-”

            “It’s pouring,” Logan reminded Wade, gesturing out the window.

            “And I’m Marvel Jesus, so when you and I go downstairs, I will part the storm so we can go to the pumpkin patch in the sunlight and free the oppressed.”

            “I think you’re thinking of another guy, bub.”

            “Perhaps I am,” Wade stood up and reached for Logan’s arm. After being smacked away the first few times, Wade managed to avoid being swatted to finally grab Logan’s wrist and tug. “C’mon big guy, let’s go have some fun in the sun.”

            A boom of thunder sounded from outside; the lights flickering briefly.

            “Fun in the sun.”

            “I’m not going anywhere,” Logan pulled his arm back, pulling Wade forward.

            Off balance, Wade fell on top of Logan, face falling into Logan’s chest. Looking up, Wade licked his lips as he made eye contact with his favorite roommate.

            “If you try to kiss me, I will cut your tongue out and make you wipe your ass with it,” Logan growled, though knew his mistake the moment Wade’s lips curled into a wicked smile.

            “Kinky,” Wade practically purred before being shoved off. However, instead of being thrown back, Wade had managed to grip onto Logan’s sides, giving him a squeeze as he held on for dear life.

            The second Wade felt Logan flinch and witnessed Logan’s lips curl into a crooked grin with his own two eyes, Wade knew exactly what to do next. Unfortunately, Logan also knew what was about to happen and couldn’t do anything to stop it without spilling blood.

            “Wade,” he cautioned, hoping to sink into the couch.

            “Yes?”

            “Don’t.”

            “Nah.”

            Wade pounced, fingers curling and squeezing Logan’s sides and hips. Unable to process the sudden stimuli, Logan simply turned his head to the side and laughed.

            “So, pumpkin patch?”

            “No,” fingers wiggled over his belly, eliciting a squeal.

            “Pumpkin spice lattes?”

            “No,” shirt was lifted, toned abs showing.

            “Hayrides?”

            “No,” fingers dancing on his bare belly.

            “Pumpkin patch now?”

            “No,” finger in the belly button, screaming laughter commences.

            “Pumpkin spice lattes now?”

            “No,” Wade took in a deep breath, Logan still entrapped by wheezy laughter as his navel was being “tortured.”

            “Hmmhm?”

            “No,” giant raspberry onto the center of Logan’s belly.

Wade hadn't woken up to a morning this peaceful in a very long time.

The merc blearily blinked open his eyes to dawn sunlight pouring in through the crack in the haphazardly closed curtains, shining into the small bedroom. He reached up to rub his eyes, turning to sit up a bit, opening his eyes to see both his own clothes and his roommate's scattered about the room.

He turned his head to the left, looking down at the sleeping man who was laying on his stomach, arms underneath the pillow, face turned to the side—none other than the Wolverine himself, currently wearing nothing but boxer shorts underneath the blanket, which Wade just remembered he was also in.

Wade let out a soft huff and smiled a little, recalling the previous night's events—it was a blur of passion and heat, and the memories were both blurry and crystal clear. It was a night he'd promised himself he would never forget.

Wade decided to lay back down for a few minutes, laying on his side to face the still-sleeping Logan, admiring his features softened by slumber. He reached out with one hand, gently running his fingers through Logan's messy scruff and up to his hair, lightly rubbing his fingertips into his scalp.

Logan let out a small noise in his sleep, lips twitching into a slight smile. Wade didn't know if he was imagining things, but he swore he saw Logan lean up into his touch just a tiny bit. The mere idea of the gruff man enjoying his presence enough to lean into his touch, in his sleep, was enough to make Wade melt.

However, it didn’t melt him enough to hinder the energy he had—he hadn't had a night so amazing in a long, long time, and that was the best sleep he'd gotten in a hot minute. He felt great! There were so many things he could do—beat up some thugs, save a couple randoms, do general Deadpool things.

Alright, Wade decided. First task of the day: wake up the Wolverine.

The first tactic he tried was leaning forward, close enough that he could feel Logan's breath on his face. He leaned in and started littering little kisses all over his face, being slightly more aggressive than normal in an attempt to rouse the man.

Logan's face only scrunched up a bit in response, lips twitching into something that somehow managed to look like a frown of protest and a reluctant smile at the same time. In short, it was absolutely fucking adorable—however, Logan wasn't rousing. As much as Wade wanted to squeal at the expression on his face, it wasn't working, and he had to try something else.

Wade had to give his new idea some thought for a moment before he decided to try it.

"Logan," he called softly, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving it a gentle shake. "Peanut. It's time to get up, we've got places to be, things to do, things to—"

"Mmmhh..."

Wade blinked, watching as Logan groaned and rolled over onto his back, lifting one arm to cover his eyes with his forearm.

"...It's too early... let me sleep..."

Ugh. Old man.

Wade gave a roll of his eyes, poking gently at Logan's chest.

"Come oooon. We've got stuff to do today, audiences to appease—(he gave a wink to the camera)—and I'm definitely not gonna do any of it without you," The merc argued, leaning to place another kiss to Logan's cheek, hoping to be so sweet that Logan gave in—but no, of course not. This is the Wolverine we're talking about.

Although the man let out a slight huff and his lips nearly twitched into a smile, he said nothing and instead let out an argumentative grumble.

Wade rolled his eyes and huffed. His sweetness wasn't working... what else could wake up a Wolverine...?

...

Lightbulb.

Stupid idea? Yeah. Was Wade doing it anyway? Hell yes.

His hand moved to place itself on Logan's chest, soothingly rubbing along his muscles, feeling them relax underneath his touches. He had to stop himself from squealing at the fact that he trusted him enough to do that and focus on the task at hand.

His hand wandered down to Logan's side, lightly and gently tracing up and down the bare skin. He went about halfway up his ribcage before he went down, stopping at his waist before turning around again. The touch was loving, but it had hidden motives behind it, which was quite clearly having an effect on his victim—er, lover.

Logan gave a couple twitches, the arm that was covering his face lowering to instead protect his side. His lips twitched into a smile, letting out a huff of protest through his nose.

"Wade... dohon't..." He warned, eyes still closed, too sleepy to do much else.

Wade only smiled, chuckling lightly. He shifted, holding Logan's side with one hand while he laid himself down on top of him, chest pressed to Logan's lower abdomen. Wade gently pressed his fingertips into the gruff man's lower ribs, causing him to flinch and let out another small noise of protest.

"C'mon, Wolvie, I just wanna loooove you," Wade cooed, crawling his fingers slowly and gently up Logan's ribs, digging lightly into the spaces in between them.

Logan squirmed around a little, too sleepy to hold back all his laughs like usual. He just let the giggles slip through, tilting his head back, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth.

"Heheheehee... noho, Wade, stahahop it... 's toohoo early..."

Wade responded with a soft gasp, smile ever-present as he lightly tickled at his ribs, moving to the middle ones now.

"Are you implying I can tickle you later? Gladly, my sugar baby darling! I would love to!"

Logan shook his head in response, giggling his head off and taking an uncoordinated swat at one of Wade's hands.

"Nohoo, thahat's not whahat I mehEANT! Eeehehee, nohohohooo, stahpit! Nahot there!"

Logan cut himself off with his own squeak as Wade's fingers crawled their way up to his upper ribs, digging his fingertips lightly into the bottom of his underarm area.

Wade only beamed affectionately at the laughing man beneath him, letting out a dreamy sigh at the big smile that split his usually tense face. The wrinkles that gathered at the corners of Logan's eyes were absolutely adorable, not to mention the way he wasn't even fighting. He knew Logan craved the gentle, loving touches too much to even consider fighting against them.

Wade couldn't believe Logan was so fucking perfect. From his adorable laughs, to his warm smiles, to the threats that he only made to try and keep up his tough guy demeanor, to the way he pretended as though he didn’t care about Wade but held him with such gentle hands, caressed his scars like they were the most precious things in the world...

Wade couldn't believe it. He was so stupidly amazing, it almost made him sick.

He was brought back to reality by Logan giving a loud snort, then realizing his fingertips had dug into his armpits a little harder than he'd been intending. Granted, he was capable of tickling Logan until tears streamed down his cheeks and he could barely breathe—but he didn't want that right now. Surprisingly. Wade just wanted Logan to relax a bit, let out the laughter he always tried so hard to hide.

"Aww, is that spot too tickly for you?" Wade cooed, leaning down to press a quick, playful peck to Logan's exposed throat.

He moved his hands down to Logan's lower sides, gently running his fingers along his upper abdomen, very gently digging into the flesh and vibrating his fingertips around.

Logan reacted with more giggling, shaking his head, lightly kicking out his foot to try and get rid of the energy in his body.

"Ahahahehehee... sss—seriously—ehehehe...! Stop ihihihit! I'm toohoo tired fohohor thihis shihihiiit..."

Wade tilted his head to the side, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes, his smile widening across his face.

"No, thank you. I think I'll keep going, actually. Besides, I haven't gotten to eat up my fill of your yummy belly!"

Logan's head immediately shot up, the sleepiness instantly replaced by panic.

"No! Noho! Wade, I'm wahaharning you—don't you dahahare! I'll fuhucking behead you—!"

Logan cut himself off, bracing himself for the intense tickles that Wade usually unleashed upon him by nibbling at his stomach—but it didn't happen that way.

Wade leaned down and started peppering quick little kisses all over Logan's belly, which had grown a bit fuller now that he had moved in with Wade and started eating properly for the first time in years. Logan had complained, grumbling that he looked pudgy, but Wade thought it was the most endearing thing in the entire world and absolutely loved to show the other man how much he loved it—especially by doing this.

The tickly little kisses made Logan shake his head a bit and burst into an instant fit of strong giggles, a smile spreading across his face so wide that his sharp canine teeth stuck out. He didn’t fight it, though, not in the slightest. He just squeezed his eyes shut and tilted his head back into the pillow, laughing and giggling and letting it happen.

He still had to try a little bit, though. Just for appearance's sake and all that.

"Waaahahahade! I'll ffff—fuhuhuckin' stab yohoouuu! Stahahap it! Get off of mehehehee!"

"Stab me?!" Wade echoed, gasping theatrically with fake hurt.

"I thought you had gotten over that by the end of the movie! You're relapsing! I need to get that out of you..."

Wade drew in a breath and planted his lips right on Logan's navel, blowing a light and gentle raspberry there to really drive home his point.

Logan let out a squeal, much to his own dismay, kicking out his feet as wild laughter bubbled its way out of his chest, squirming around underneath the playful attack.

"Noooohohoho! No! Nohohot thahahaaat! Pfffwahahahade!"

Thankfully for Logan, his crazy boyfriend was feeling merciful, so he got to catch his breath when Wade lifted his head from his stomach.

The merc smiled as he watched the flushed man underneath him heave for air, his smile lines etched deeply into his face, eyes slowly opening to reveal sparkles of joy that Logan would never admit to feeling.

Wade shimmied his way up Logan's front so that he was just below his face, laying almost chest-to-chest. He planted an affectionate kiss on the tip of Logan's nose, beaming down at him as he composed himself.

"Feeling awake now?"

Logan only chuckled and shook his head fondly, letting out a long sigh and leaning his head back against the pillow.

"I guess so... still too early to get up, though. Jus' lemme lay here for a bit... my fuckin' bones hurt..."

Wade let out an amused huff of air through his nose, one hand coming up to run through Logan's facial hair absentmindedly.

"Sometimes I forget how damn ancient you are. Not that I'm complaining. I love dilfs."

Logan let out a snort, lifting his head a little to adjust the pillow underneath it so that he could lay back against it and still be able to see Wade.

"Ya sayin' you love me?"

"Yup. I'm confessing my love to you, right here and right now, angel baby. Don't leave me hanging!"

Logan let out a fond breath, leaning forward to press a brief kiss to Wade's lips, to which the latter smiled and leaned into it.

"...Yeah, yeah...

Virgil and Logan were sitting on the couch together in the living room, quietly coexisting. Logan was (attempting) to get work done on his laptop. Virgil was scrolling through something on his phone; likely tumblr, if Logan was to hazard a guess. Logan forced his attention back to his screen. There was a very important spreadsheet to be worked on, and no one else in the Mindscape was going to sort Thomas’s videos from least to most successful whilst comparing and contrasting what could have caused the differences.

Logan’s gaze was once again stolen towards Virgil’s nails, as Virgil lifted a hand to absentmindedly run it through his purple-tipped bangs. The light from the lamp near him caught on the nails as they went up, making them glow gold for a fraction of a second before the reflection was gone, and Logan was just watching as Virgil messed with his hair. Virgil looked up from his phone, and Logan felt himself flush slightly as they made eye contact. Virgil simply smirked, wiggled his fingers at Logan in a cheeky greeting, and looked back to his phone.

Fuck. Logan snapped his gaze back to his laptop once more. He had given up on focusing on his work, though. He was almost certainly red, he could feel the heat in his face. Such a simple action should not have flustered him that much. The reasonings and nuance behind emotions still evaded him, but if Logan knew one thing for sure, it was that he was incredibly gay and in love with his boyfriend and SO annoyingly easy to fluster. Had Virgil even done that on purpose? He had to have, right?

Logan’s internal question didn’t go unanswered. A moment after he thought it, Virgil said, “I can tell you’ve been staring, Lo. They are really pretty, aren’t they?” Logan looked up to see Virgil exaggeratedly examining his nails, a mischievous smile on his face. “Don’t you want a closer look?” Virgil held his hand out, which Logan hesitantly took. He wasn’t sure what exactly Virgil was getting at, but it was clearly not just innocently showing Logan his nails if the grin he still wore was anything to guess from.

As soon as Logan took hold of Virgil’s hand, Virgil quickly grabbed his wrist. Logan let out a slight “Oh!” as Virgil dragged him up off the couch and towards his room.

”Wait, my laptop-” Logan began, but Virgil shushed him, holding one finger over his mouth as he closed the bedroom door behind them. Logan blinked twice as his vision adjusted to the much dimmer room. The main lights were off, with only fairy lights on the ceiling glowing to light the space.

”You can go get it later, it’s fine, you know none of the others will care.” Logan couldn’t find it within himself to argue. His brain instead chose to focus on the lingering sensation from when Virgil’s finger was on his lips.

“So, do you want to talk about how you’ve been doing nothing but staring at my hands all day?” Virgil asked, wiggling his fingers in front of Logan’s face again, as if to emphasize the point. “I just can’t imagine why that could *possibly* be~.” Logan desperately avoided making eye contact, looking away and resisting the urge to cover his face with his hands.

“Your nails are simply… eye-catching, right now,” Logan stated simply, ignoring the way Virgil’s smile grew wider in his peripheral vision. “They’re quite pretty.”

”Awe, thank you, Lo,” Virgil shifted his hand so that the nails once again caught the dim lights of the room- a soft pink color reflecting on purple and blue nails, the colors swirling together in a way that was nearly mesmerizing. “Are you sure that’s the *only* reason you’ve been staring, though?” That was clearly not the only reason. And Logan knew that Virgil knew that damn well, judging by the frankly evil-looking grin on his face.

Any response Logan might have had died in his throat as he was pushed up against the door and felt a hand creeping up his side, under his shirt. Logan startled slightly at the initial contact, and quickly had to fight to keep his composure. Virgil was slowly, teasingly, running the tips of his fingers up and down Logan’s side. Starting low, near his hip, ever-so-lightly tracing up towards his ribs, stopping just shy of his underarms before making his way back down.

”Well?” Virgil prompted, and Logan was only able to barely hold back a whimper- as mortifying as that was- as Virgil curled his fingers, resting with his hand poised to strike against Logan’s stomach.

”Uh-” Logan’s attempt at a response was quickly cut off when Virgil shifted his hand slightly, the tiniest change in sensation rendering Logan’s mind completely blank. “Well-” Virgil shifted his hand again, and Logan threw his head back against the door, pressing his eyes and lips shut in any attempt to keep silent. The anticipatory giggles were already threatening to come out, and Logan could feel them building in his throat.

Logan gasped as he felt fingers on his neck, his eyes shooting open in shock. He risked a glance towards Virgil, and immediately closed his eyes again at the sight of Virgil’s positively shit-eating grin. A single glance at Virgil’s expression had shot butterflies straight through Logan’s stomach, adding to what was already there from the anticipation.

“Is this what you’ve been thinking about all day?” Virgil murmured into Logan’s ear, causing a shiver to run down his spine. He could feel the warmth of Virgil’s breath against his skin. Virgil’s nails traced over Logan’s neck, leaving a trail of tingles in their wake. “My pretty, pretty new nails dancing over your skin?” A strangled noise left Logan’s throat as Virgil’s nails dug briefly into his side, and he jolted nearly an inch in the opposite direction. Virgil chuckled lowly at his reaction, sending another shot of butterflies through Logan’s stomach. Virgil lifted his hands off of him, and Logan waited for a moment before slowly opening his eyes. Virgil was staring at him, still grinning, clearly enjoying this a bit too much.

Realizing that Virgil expected a response, Logan cleared his suddenly-mysteriously-dry throat. “…Yes,” he finally worked up the courage to say. Virgil rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek.

“Very good,” Virgil praised, kissing Logan’s ear this time, sending another shiver down his spine. “Bed, now.” It took Logan a moment to process the command; his brain was slightly short-circuited. Virgil seemed to have that effect on him. As soon as he realized what Virgil had said, Logan flushed again, but dutifully went and sat on Virgil’s bed.

”Down,” Virgil said, and Logan laid down against the pillows. Virgil sat lightly next to him, resting a hand on Logan’s chest. His nails sparkled, the glitter glowing pink. “Do you want the rope?” Logan simply nodded after a moment, not trusting his voice in the slightest. It would definitely crack if he tried to speak. Virgil went over to the closet, digging around for a second and pulling out a soft bondage rope that Logan was quite, ahem, familiar with. Memories of the last time Virgil tied him up flashed through his brain, bringing a wobbly smile to his face just from the phantom sensations that thinking about it brought through his most ticklish areas.

“Shirt on or off?” Virgil asked. Logan swallowed, attempting to wet his throat before responding.

”Off,” he responded, and so off his shirt came.

They fiddled with the rope for a minute before Logan was sturdily affixed to the bed, his wrists being bound to the bedposts. Virgil ran a finger down Logan’s leg, resting his hand on Logan’s socked foot and looking at him questioningly.

“What about here?” A thrill ran through Logan’s body at the thought of his feet being bound as well. His feet were, by far, his worst spot- which Virgil knew. They were hardly even targeted, seeing as how they almost immediately drove Logan to hysterics once touched. His feet were reserved for only the most intense sessions, where Logan was feeling only the worst of lee moods. Which, this one was living up to. Logan had been staring at Virgil’s nails all day, after all, and he’d had hours to dream up endless scenarios involving any and all ways those nails could be on his skin.

Logan nodded, and felt the swooping in his stomach only grow as he was slowly immobilized. With every wrap of the rope around his ankles, Virgil would occasionally brush against Logan’s bare skin where his pants had slightly ridden up. Every tiny touch fueled the fire building in Logan’s face, as well. Virgil tied a little bow on the knot holding Logan’s ankles together. He gave it a little pat, then looked up at Logan. He scooted closer to Logan’s face, away from his feet for now.

”You ready~?” Virgil teased, wiggling his nails at Logan once more, clearly relishing the way this caused Logan’s blush to flare up even more. Logan cleared his throat.

”Yes,” he affirmed, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt Virgil tracing over the skin on the side of his neck.

”Traffic lights, yeah?” Virgil confirmed, and Logan nodded, peeking up at him with one eye.

“I’m green,” was all Logan said. Virgil merely grinned, which was all the warning Logan got before there were suddenly nails spidering across his sides. His breath caught in his throat as he gasped, sputtering out a surprised laugh before throwing his head against the pillow and falling into steady giggles. His instinct was to reach and try to stop the wandering fingers from tickling, but he was of course stopped by the rope holding up his hands. This did not stop him from desperately pulling against the rope and trying to squirm away as Virgil’s hands crawled up towards his armpits.

Though it would be virtually impossible to admit out loud, Logan relished the feeling of helplessness from trying (and failing) to struggle against the bondage. And Virgil, evil Virgil, knew this fact very well. Logan let out an embarrassing squeak as Virgil’s hands finally reached his exposed underarms, and he hid his flushed face in one of his arms as Virgil spoke.

”Awe, is it really bad there, Lo? Why don’t you try to get away?” Virgil asked with faux-innocence, continuing to poke and scribble in Logan’s armpits as he squirmed and laughed beneath him.

”I’m- I *am-* *ffuhuck-*” Logan managed to gasp between giggles, cursing as Virgil hit the sweet spot right in the center of his right armpit. It was *so bad* in that one little spot, it was so unfair- Logan gasped again, inhaling as much air as he could in his moment of shock before falling back into crazed giggles. Virgil had moved his hands down to Logan’s ribs, focusing on one specific spot right above his stomach.

”Are you swearing at me?” Virgil asked, the smile evident in his voice even as he tried to act offended. “One more stunt like that, and you’ll regret it.” It was like a lightning-strike of butterflies shot straight through Logan’s stomach. He whined through his giggles, which clearly only egged Virgil on. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You better be careful, dude,” he warned teasingly, bringing his nails down to slowly circle Logan’s stomach. This gave Logan an opportunity to catch his breath, the slight sensation enough to keep him on edge, but not so much that he needed to laugh.

This moment of respite gave Logan the opportunity to glance back to Virgil’s hands. The sparkly reflection of the pink fairy lights moved with Virgil’s hands, catching the most when his hands were closest to Logan’s right side. Virgil’s tracing became much more performative as soon as he realized Logan was watching- using only one finger to dramatically swirl around Logan’s bellybutton a few times, then settling both hands back on Logan’s stomach in a clawed shape. Logan looked away again, trying to hide in his arm.

”No no, look back at me,” Virgil said softly, gently taking Logan’s jaw and moving it so he was looking forward at Virgil’s hands once more. “Didn’t you love watching them all day?” he asked, wiggling them to punctuate his sentence. Logan let out another small whine, looking away again out of embarrassment before quickly forcing his gaze back to Virgil’s nails.

”Very, very good,” Virgil murmured, beginning to scribble lightly over Logan’s stomach. Logan felt his muscles twitch as the sensation coursed through him. Lighter tickles always seemed to affect him so much more; and now, he was looking right at what was causing his ticklish demise. It was like little shots of lightning were coming from Virgil's nails. The glimmer of the polish almost acted as a tease by itself, where Logan swore it felt more ticklish in the moments they flashed, reflecting the pink lights.

“Try to be as quiet as possible, okay?” Virgil said, leaning forward to kiss Logan’s neck. Logan let out a small gasp and tilted his head back, allowing Virgil to leave tingly kisses as he ever-so-lightly scritched over Logan’s stomach and sides. This meant he couldn’t watch Virgil’s fingers anymore, but Logan was perfectly okay with that. He giggled breathlessly, trying his best to be quiet, which meant he was basically whisper-laughing.

He arched his back as Virgil wiggled his fingers under his torso onto his back, which only gave Virgil better access to the sensitive area. The silent giggles continued, cutting off into a sharp, strangled breath as Virgil’s hands were suddenly back in Logan’s armpits, ceasing their movement. Logan held his breath, shutting his eyes tight and waiting for Virgil to start up again. When nothing happened for a few moments, Logan peeked up to see Virgil looking down at him with a smile that could only be described as dopey and loving.

Virgil leaned down and kissed him. Logan felt his heart flutter, his eyes sliding back shut as he melted into the kiss. Then, Virgil’s fingers started again in Logan’s underarms, sending a jolt through his body. Logan’s eyes shot open again in surprise, and he was giggling into Virgil’s lips. Virgil wouldn’t let up the kiss, and also kept unrelentingly spidering his nails over the worst part of Logan’s armpits. Something about this combination sent hordes of butterflies through Logan’s stomach, and he was certainly as red as a tomato with how fiercely he was blushing.

Virgil finally pulled back from the kiss, grinning triumphantly down at Logan as he hysterically giggled.

”How about that, huh? Was that really that good?” Virgil asked, bringing one hand back down to prod at Logan’s ribs while the other continued scribbling in his armpit. Logan shook his head, not wanting to admit just how badly that had flustered him.

”Aww, really?” Virgil pretended to pout, bringing his hands up to Logan’s head. He fluttered his nails ever-so-gently at the back of Logan’s ears, which made Logan jolt and squeak. His ears were so bad, they were *so bad,* especially when Virgil kept his touch so unbearably light.

”Noooonononono- shhhihiit, shit-” Logan gasped, trying his best to keep his head still. But then Virgil stopped, and Logan's head reeled, feeling slightly surprised at the immediate loss of sensation as Virgil drew his hands away. Then Logan remembered Virgil’s threat about swearing from earlier, and felt a slight swoop of fear settle in his stomach. This fear was mixed, however, with extremely excited anticipation for what Virgil would do.

Virgil tsked, the sound sending another swoop through Logan's stomach. “Now, what did I say about swearing at me?” Virgil arched his brow, trying to look serious even through the smile still on his face.

“I- apologize, it was simply, um, simply an automatic response-” Logan began, unable to keep his voice steady as Virgil scooted back down the bed towards his feet. Virgil looked up at him and listened with innocent eyes, as if he wasn't doing anything. “I- I didn't mean-” Logan’s half-hearted pleading was cut off with a strangled gasp as Virgil swiped his finger up the arch of Logan’s left foot. His entire body jerked, instinctually trying to escape.

“You didn't mean what, Lo?” Virgil asked, innocent expression still on his face as he rested his hands at the top of Logan's socks, nails glimmering as his fingers shifted. Virgil knew for a fact that Logan couldn't respond under these conditions, he was far too flustered. His grin only grew every time Logan tried to respond but was cut off by his slight movements. Every shift of shimmery nails, so close to Logan's most sensitive spot, was an imminent reminder that Virgil was about to tickle him. It was going to be so bad, it was going to be *so bad,* Virgil was about to tickle him, *oh my god-*

Logan's train of thought was cut off as Virgil swiped over his feet again, and he desperately jerked against the restraints on his ankles. Then, Virgil started lightly skittering his nails over the sides of his socked feet. Logan let out a small shriek before closing his eyes and falling into desperate giggles. Holy shit, oh my *god*, his feet were so bad, and Virgil wasn’t even anywhere close to his worst spot yet. The urge was stronger than ever for Logan to hide his face in his hands, with the sheer flustering nature of the situation; yet there was something delicious in the way that his hands tugged fruitlessly against the rope, his wrists staying firmly attached to the bedposts.

The sensation was gone almost as soon as it had arrived, and Logan welcomed the respite… until he felt tugging on his socks. He hid his face in his arm, whining and giggling with anticipation as he felt the thin layer of protection slowly pull away. The air felt cold on his feet.

”Are you ready, Logan?” Virgil asked, and Logan felt a single finger rest on each of his feet, causing him to startle again. He simply whined again in response, trying his hardest not to move even a millimeter. Logan knew the moment he shifted at all, the tingles already building in his feet just from Virgil’s stationary fingers would explode and it would be all over for him.

But Virgil had different ideas, and twitched his fingers against Logan’s arches. His feet jolted involuntarily, and Virgil dug in. Logan gasped and bust out laughing, trying his best to squirm away within his constraints. His arms and legs shook with the effort of pulling against the restraints, but it was to no avail. Logan was well and truly trapped, forced to sit and take everything Virgil put him through. It was awful, and it was *amazing.*

Virgil spidered his nails all over Logan’s feet, moving in an up and down motion. Crawling up, up, and stopping just shy of his toes, then crawling his way back down. Virgil took an extra moment to scritch at the sides of Logan’s feet and the bottom of his heel before resuming his spidering up Logan’s arches.

”Oh, you poor, poor thing,” Logan heard Virgil say, as tears started to build in the corners of his eyes from how hard he was laughing. Every few moments he would draw a strangled gasp of air before falling right back into manic laughter. Logan’s mind was completely blank. He couldn’t think of anything other than the feeling of ticklish lightning shooting through his legs and circulating through his whole body, before it was expelled back into the air through his laughter.

The tears began to stream down Logan’s face, and he heard Virgil make a soft noise of pity. “You’re alright, baby, you’re doing so well,” Virgil said, pausing to check up on him. Logan could still feel the buzzing lingering in his feet as his giggles slowed down and he caught his breath. Virgil carded his hands through Logans hair, peppering soft kisses all over his face. “You’re doing so good, honey.”

Virgil rested his hand on Logan’s cheek, and Logan leaned into it, sighing deeply and slowly exhaling. It felt like he was glowing, in pure bliss. Virgil offered him water, and Logan accepted, drinking in the cool liquid through a straw.

”How are we feeling, Lo?” Virgil asked, putting the water back on a bedside table. Logan thought about it, and flushed slightly.

”Maybe… a little more? More soft, again,” Logan asked shyly, averting his gaze as Virgil slowly blinked.

”Still not satisfied, huh? I literally just tickled you to tears. And you’re asking for more?” Virgil smiled as Logan gave a single nod of his head, blush blazing on his face. Virgil leaned down and kissed Logan again, softly, gently. Then he pulled away just enough to be able to murmur into Logan’s lips, “Who am I to deny my beautiful boyfriend what he wants?”

This was all the warning Logan got as Virgil captured his lips once more and then started tracing his fingers all over Logan’s upper body. It wasn’t enough to make him laugh, but certainly was enough to fluster the hell out of him. He had no idea where Virgil had gotten this whole tickling-while-kissing idea, but he simultaneously wanted to dropkick and thank whoever had given it to him.

Logan loved kissing Virgil, so that part was great. The added sensation of nails slowly exploring his sides, and stomach, and back, and ribs… coming to rest and just slightly twitch in his underarms, before backtracking on their journey… it was unreal, honestly. He could feel Virgil smile against his lips every time he hit a particularly sensitive spot that caused Logan to jump.

Soft giggles built in Logan’s throat again, and he didn’t bother trying to hold them back this time. He simply giggled his little heart out as Virgil moved to kissing his neck, still tracing over his route with his glimmery nails. Virgil found a particularly sensitive spot on Logan’s neck, and Logan gasped slightly as he scraped the spot gently with his teeth.

Logan suddenly had the urge to hold Virgil close, to squeeze him tightly into his chest and never let go. It felt like his heart was going to burst with the sheer amount of love coursing through him. Suddenly, the restraints weren’t stopping him from getting away, they were preventing him from getting closer.

”Mm- ye- yellow-” Logan stuttered out, and Virgil immediately stopped and looked up, checking him over.

”What’s up? What do you need?” Virgil asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

”Everything is perfectly fine, Virgil, no need to worry,” Logan reassured, “Can you let me out, please? I’d just like to hold you, is all.” Virgil visibly relaxed.

”Of course, honey, just give me a second.” Within a few minutes, Logan was freed from the ropes. Virgil made a soft noise when he saw how red Logan’s wrists and ankles were, pressing a gentle kiss onto each one. Logan sat up and drank a bit more water. Then he laid back down and opened his arms, pulling Virgil on top of him and hugging tightly. He let his face drop down onto Virgil’s shoulder, breathing deeply.

”I love you,” Logan mumbled into Virgil’s shirt. He felt Virgil squeeze a bit tighter.

”I love you, too, Lo.”

⚔Wade𖦏

General:

The embodiment of chaotic switch, and you CANNOT change my mind.

He loves to make others laugh, but he’d also have fun genuinely laughing every once in a while

Lee:

His lee moods come and go, yet they love to make his life Hell (well, more than usual).

He gets EXTRA mouthy and fidgety. It’s pretty obvious.

Especially to one hairy roommate.

Wade gives the vibes of someone who can say the t-word aaaaall he wants when he’s giving, but receiving? Impossible.

“I-Ihihihit– GYahahaha! Shuhuhut youhur furry ahahass uhuhup!”

And, of course, he’d sass his ler the ENTIRE time. Whether this is to provoke more tickling or just his natural response is unknown.

His worst spots are his armpits and thighs, though the latter definitely take the ticklish cake. He’ll squeal, thrash, and snort all day. It’s one of the only ways to shut him up.

Melt spot would be his back. Some gentle tickles along his spine, maybe soft praises about the pucked area. Loving tickles with rubbing a lotion on his irritated skin would SEND that man, trust.

Ler:

If you have a faith, it’d be best to pray when he’s in a ler mood.

Now, he’s not about to push boundaries or break set limits; Wade’s not a monster.

With consent, however, he will wreck your shit into the next decade. That is both a threat and a promise.

If you hadn’t already guessed, he’s an INCREDIBLY teasy ler.

“A little tickle here, and here, oh, and here is the fuckin’ gold mine!”

“Shut up? Babes, we both know that’s never gonna happen. Cute of you to try, though.”

“You’re so loud! I mean, I thought I was a screamer, but you take the cake!”

“Now, dear reader, this little spot right here makes them shriek. Cover your eye-ears!”

Lots of jokes and silly little comments that’ll either confuse or fluster the hell out of you.

There isn’t a SINGLE doubt in my mind that he’s amazing with aftercare. Cuddles galore if you’re comfy with those. If not, he’s got a weighted blanket and a comfy hoodie with your name on it. Plus, the cookies on top of the fridge that may or may not be stale are all yours!

💛Logan⨂

General:

He gives vibes of a switch as well, though his moods would probably be on the less intense side.

He definitely gets the need to tickle/be tickled, but it won’t ruin his day if he ignores it. Just an annoying buzz beneath his skin that a stiff drink and a nap can stave off.

Thanks to a certain mercenary, however, he can deal with them pretty easily

Lee:

It’s hard to tell when this man gets in lee moods; he’s a master at hiding them

The only subtle signs he shows are extra touchiness and the occasional random bout of purring. Even then, it’s hard to tell.

Thanks to their living together, Wade’s gotten better at spotting these little tells.

Logan is one of those lees who can say the t-word whenever it pleases him. He’s a “fluster them back” kind of lee.

His worst spots would be his lower stomach and the little scar-slits where his claws slide out. You’ve gotta be really careful when tickling them there, though; he can’t always control them if he’s being wrecked

Melt spots would be his forearms. Gentle traces, massages, or even goofy nips there make him purr. He’ll deny it forever, but you know he loves it.

He seems like he’d have a kind of goofy, unexpected laugh. Chuckles becoming pitchy giggles, loud and crazy laughter, and the snorts. It’s a spectrum of cuteness.

Ler:

You get to see the two sides of Logan’s ler moods: caring and despicable.

It honestly depends on what his lee prefers. He’s really understanding and wants to make sure you have as much fun as he does.

With Wade specifically, Logan can use his claws. He doesn’t have to worry about accidentally killing him, and he can use the dull sides to tickle the hell out of the other man.

He’s definitely a teasing ler, though in a more direct and observational way.

“Damn, you’re loud. Even without the powers, I’d hear you from a mile away.”

“It’s bad here, is it? Well, sucks for you, bub, ‘cause I’m not moving.”

“You’re really ticklish. Never would’a guessed it, but damn.”

“Your laugh’s fuckin’ adorable. Can’t get enough of it, especially when I get you here.”

Don’t tell me this man wouldn’t be amazing with aftercare.

If you’re both comfy with it, he’ll definitely cuddle with you and help you relax. This man is a walking space heater and would make the perfect pillow.

~~~

“Do you really want me to do this?” “I find that you will be the best for this unlikely circumstance. I would like to think that the others wouldn’t go as far as to make me upset for being slightly…”

Logan cleared his throat and paused for a brief moment before he spoke up again.

“…‘body conscious’. Considering our skirt photoshoots. One would think that I lacked insecurities involving my physical body.”

Virgil nodded as he started to roll up Logan’s shirt as he had asked for him to do previously. He couldn’t help the sudden glances and stares. The anxious trait wanted to make sure that the latter figment was 100% fine with every part of this. Logan took notice of it and instinctively sucked in his abdomen.

“I decided that going off of a diet would give me room for more of my ‘guilty pleasures’. I think that my gluttonous nature compromised my personal theory. Turned into a falsehood… if you will...” “I wasn’t staring.”

Logan just sucked his stomach in more when he felt hands there. Virgil pulled them back immediately, questioning if Logan was okay still. Logan said that he was so Virgil let out a shaky sigh before pressing his hands down into the soft flesh of Logan’s belly.

“What do you expect this to do?” “Relieve myself of the slight stomach ache I have.” “How long has your stomach been hurting?” “Only a few hours now. You may proceed.”

Mixing Crofter’s, Chip Ahoy, and alcohol probably wasn’t the best idea for a Saturday evening but that’s what Logan did. And regretted doing that the next morning…

“Start when?”

Logan summoned a countdown timer for Virgil to use before allowing himself to be pinned down to his examination table in the laboratory.

“Start once I’m properly secured.”

A few moments later, laughter was exploding out at him. Maybe it was because he was still a bit tipsy or maybe it was the anxiety he had from having his stomach exposed. Regardless, Logan couldn’t help but tug at the bonds. His thoughts were overwhelmed with “Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop!” but he never said that out loud.

There was a special spot on the sides of his stomach near his hips that when pressed would make him “quack”. No one knows why he can do it, even Logan himself. But he actually liked the noise. It was so strange and weird that it was intriguing. Logan couldn’t even recall when it started, but it has happened enough that Logan would find as many opportunities as possible for it to be exploited, even if it did render him an emotional mess of giggles and honks. And as revenge, he will go for the chosen aspect’s sweet spot or spots depending on how many he could find.

Eventually the timer went off and Logan sat there. The stomach ache was gone but he still wanted the sensation to last a bit longer. All Logan had to do was give Virgil that half-disappointed look and the latter aspect knew exactly what he wanted.