Pool Shenanigans
[idea from @poolverine-my-pussy]
Logan/Wade | 1,3K | Teen and Up Getting Together, Fluff, Hot Tubs
"Hi, thank you so much for doing this," Vanessa said as she opened the door, hugging Wade tightly. Then she gave Logan a bright smile and a finger wave before opening the door wider to usher them in. "No problem!" Wade replied. Vanessa had asked them if they could housesit for a week while she and Dermot were on holiday and look after their cats. Wade had happily agreed; not for completely unselfish reasons if he was honest. Apparently accepting a job in 'mind-numbing middle management' also came with the benefit of a better salary, making her able to afford a semi detached house that even had a small backyard. Getting to stay there for a week for the low price of looking after three cats? Sign Wade the fuck up. What had come as the biggest surprise had been Logan agreeing to come with him. Originally, Wade had assumed he'd go alone, giving Logan some of that 'fucking peace and quiet' he always muttered he missed when Wade hit the fifteen minute mark of yet another rambling. But then Logan had started packing and Wade didn't want to give him any ideas about changing his mind so he had left it uncommented and pretended it had been his plan all along. Thankfully they'd already brought Mary around the few times when they'd visited Vanessa for game nights so she was used to the cats; most of the time she was just happily running around the backyard anyway before flopping down on her dog bed and taking an extended nap. Vanessa ran him through everything again, kissed every cat three times and double checked her handbag, all while Dermot stood off to the side, hands in his pockets and a fond look on his face.
"Alright, we're off then." Vanessa pressed a quick kiss to Wade's cheek, hugged Logan and then the two of them were out the door.
"Ah, they grow up so fast," Wade said faux-dreamily, pretending to wipe a tear as he leaned against the door frame.
"Shut the fuck up," Logan grumbled, vanishing into the kitchen and shortly after Wade heard the tell-tale clinking sound of beer bottles.
Wade straightened up, closed the door and took a deep breath. "Here we go, maximum effort," he whispered to himself. Time to play house with the Wolverine for a week.
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Theoretically, it should be the same shit they always did just in a three bed, two bath house, right? Well, and three more animals to feed but the cats were doing their own thing most of the time anyway. And for the first two days it mostly was. Logan took Mary on her morning walk. Wade made breakfast. They enjoyed the privilege of a terrace to drink their coffee on. Logan left for his boring normal people job. Wade spent the time playing with Mary (and even one of the cats!) and watching day time TV. Logan picked up groceries on the way home and cooked dinner. One more walk for Mary. And then Golden Girls to wrap up the day. Rinse, repeat.
Still, something about the quaint neighbourhood (and the whole ass house they had to themselves!) had Wade feeling achingly domestic. Maybe that's what possessed him when after dinner on the third day when he suggested, "Hey Peanut, you know what we should do? Try out that hot tub." "Didn't bring swim shorts," Logan just grunted and put another bowl into the dishwasher (they had a dishwasher!)(well, at least for this week). "C'mon, it's gonna be fun!" Logan's brows met in a frown but Wade was undeterred. If Logan wanted to be boring, his loss. Wade handed Logan the last pot and then went upstairs to the guest bedroom to get a towel. Figuring out the controls was easier than he'd thought and shortly after he climbed into the hot tub, leaning back with a sigh and closed his eyes.
"Are you fucking naked?" Wade grinned and tipped his head back so Logan appeared upside down in his line of sight. "Yup." He waited a beat. "Are you gonna join me? I'll even close my eyes until you get in." And he did just that. There was silence and then the rustle of clothes and the splash of water. Wade dared a peek and just about caught a thatch of dark hair vanish into the water. Well that went right to the spank bank. "Fancy meeting you here," Wade smirked, opening his eyes fully again and unashamedly took in the delicious sight of Logan's bare --and hairy-- chest. Logan sat all the way across from Wade, still looking a little grumpy, like someone had put him there against his will.
"Two guys, chilling in a hot tub. Five feet apart because they're not gay," Wade joked to try and break the weird tension. He'd seen Logan half naked before; various run-ins after showers, during changing or just Logan running too hot from his healing factor and chilling topless in the apartment. Still. Those situations hadn't been 'sitting naked together in a hot tub'. Shit. Why was Wade nervous?! This was literally one of his dreams come true! He should make the most of this! Who knew how long it lasted. "Which I guess is actually true because you know, I'm pan and obviously you're... not... gay," Wade finished lamely. Words! Urgh, why were they suddenly so hard? He chuckled nervously and risked another glance at Logan whose brows had practically become one at the top of the bridge of his nose.
This was a bad idea. Wade braced himself for two sets of claws to his chest but they never came. The furrow on Logan's forehead smoothed out and he looked like he honest to gods relaxed into the water, arms spread along the edge of the hot tub. "Was this universe's Logan bisexual too then?" Logan asked. Bisexual too. Wade's brain short circuited. He was distantly aware that his mouth switched to autopilot and rambled on about Jean and Scott and broken gaydars while Wade was busy processing that new information. Quite frankly, he'd never put much thought into Logan's sexuality. Because even if he was attracted to men in whatever capacity, there was no way he'd be attracted to Wade, right? Sure, sometimes there were those moments where Wade would catch Logan looking at him with this expression on his face that he couldn't quite put his finger on. Or when he'd buy Wade's favourite snack unprompted. Or despite bitching how Wade never shut up, he always let Wade ramble on as long as he wanted. Or glowered at people who were staring at Wade when they were out walking Mary.
Oh. Oh. Wade snapped his mouth shut. Logan's eyes had drifted close and he even let out a content little sigh. Sneakily, Wade scooted a couple inches closer to Logan before he stilled, waiting to see if Logan noticed. When Logan didn't move, Wade dared another scoot. He felt his knee bump into something warm and firm and froze. Logan's lip twitched but his eyes stayed closed. "You're not subtle, Bub," he said gruffly but not unkindly. Throwing the last shred of his reservations out the window, Wade fully closed the distance between them and slid into Logan's lap, straddling his thighs. Logan's hands came to rest on his waist and when Wade lifted his head Logan was already looking back at him. And there was that look again!
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Wade accused. "Like what?" "Like... like, all soft and fond and-- why are you smiling?" Wade huffed, not really put out. Instead of a verbal answer, Logan guided him closer with two fingers under his chin, slow enough that Wade could pull away if he wanted. He didn't want. Wade let himself sink into the kiss, relishing the feeling of Logan's soft lips against his own. It got even better when he felt a low purr start to rumble in Logan's chest, a sign of highest content and Wade's absolute favourite sound. After they parted, Wade let his forehead rest against Logan's, trying to catch his bearings. "Two guys sitting in a hot tub. Zero feet apart because they're gay as fuck," Wade whispered, unable to suppress the grin spreading on his face. "Whatever you say, Bub," Logan replied indulgently. Then he kissed Wade again.
~fin~
