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Logan and Wade had been living together since they had saved the universe, in an unspoken agreement they split the rent, chores, and the bedrooms. Things were relatively normal between them, That was until today. You see, Logan had a heightened sense of smell. Each person had a scent unique to them like a fingerprint, Wade's was his favorite. Not particularly good, by any means, like sweat, ash, and a whiff of his godawful SpongeBob body wash. but by God did Logan like it. Maybe that was why Logan had grabbed a pair of his boxers from their hamper on a whim, and swung himself into the bed. Their bed.
He was sick of wade in the best way, the constant flirting, the fucking snuggling, and today he had walked out to see wade cleaning in a pair of lacy red panties while humming. He stopped dead in his tracks, relishing the way the intricate lace barley concealed him. They were prettier than the boxers, but his fattening cock left him with little time.
He pressed them to his nose while palming his aching prick.
"Hrrf- shit-"
He had been trying to convince himself he hated wade, hell, how could he like him? He was annoying, rude, and he never stopped talking ... He wished he could just shove him down, put that mouth to good use... Bury his nose in his neck, breathe in that sweaty smell until- a knock sounded at the door
"Honey badger? I made pancakes! Come get some while they're hot~"
Logan refused to talk to wade with his dick out,
"Fuckin- go away."
"...you hurt?"
"No."
"You jerking off?"
Dammit.
"Wade. Wade I swear to god if you-"
the door swung open, Logan had his hand wrapped around his leaking cock, the other holding Wade's boxers to his face so he could breathe in his scent.
"Hey! are those my underwe-"
The door slammed shut, the lock clicking, but he could still smell the thick scent of arousal coming from Wade, hear him breathing on the other side. There was a long few seconds before he heard a begrudged huff from the other side of the door.
Walking in on THE Wolverine jerking it to his underwear was not what wade had in mind for today, (not that he was complaining) but it left him with a very hard, approximately 5 inch problem. He unzipped his pants and let out a sigh,
"You know I can't just walk away after that baby..."
Wade sunk to his feet and set his back against the doorframe, he could hear a bit of shuffling as Logan did the same.
"So, what brought this on peanut?"
"Are you really gonna make me do this?" Logan groaned,
"If you have to know, I like the way you smell."
Wade fully wrapped his hand around his member,
"Who knew little honey badger here had a scent kink? I guess you learn something new every day!"
Logan could slightly hear his slick strokes through the door, where the fuck had he gotten lube?
"Its not that dumbass."
Well, not just that. He could feel the slight way wade leaned on the door, hear him panting, letting out sweet little moans.
"I just- fuck -enhanced senses, means I can always scent you."
He breathed in deep, dignity was already gone. Might as well embrace it. Logan pressed his tongue to the fabric as drool pooled in his mouth, it tasted salty and musky and very much like you would expect used boxers to taste, but that was what he was looking for. Arousal was rolling off wade in heavy waves from behind the door,
"Shit logie, I'm gonna fucking- gonna- fuck..."
He could make out the wet clicking as wade slowed his strokes, then it was silent. Logan stood, dick heavy against his leg, unlocking the door. Wade practically tumbled in, panting and jelly legged riding his high. He felt over the thick scarred skin, soft and slick with sweat, working down to his spent cock and soiled panties.
"Wade- I can't- I need you"
"Fuck honey, you want these?" He worked the lacy underwear down his legs and held it to Logan, who was still panting, working fast using his precome as lubricant. He handed over the sopping lace, Logan snatching it and holding it up to his face, smearing it with Wade's spend and coming hit white ropes over his fist. "if I had known this would get you so worked up I definitely would have tried sooner..."