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"I can't believe I agreed to this shit," Logan grumbles, bundled up in Wade's lap on their bed, caught between Wade's arms; between jittery anticipation and sinking regret. They're both naked. On the TV opposite the bed, one of the stupid cartoons Wade likes and Logan would never admit to liking plays at a low volume.
Al has taken her sleeping pills and gone to bed. Logan and Wade have locked Mary Puppins out of the bedroom like they do when they touch each other. They have all night.
"Thank you, peanut, thank you." Wade cuddles Logan closer, babbling between the kisses he plants all over Logan's face and neck and shoulders. "You're so good to me, sweetheart, my perfect boy, and I'm gonna be good to you, too, don't you worry." Wade catches up Logan's hand, laces their fingers and brings it to his mouth so he can kiss all over Logan's knuckles next. Logan's cheeks burn. He can't look away. "Gonna make my beautiful baby boy feel so good, just like he deserves.”
Wade's sickly sweet and gooey with gratitude tonight, kissing and rubbing Logan all over, holding him tightly — though, actually, Wade is just kind of like this all the time lately, ever since that fateful, half-drunken night last year when Logan agreed to let Wade call them boyfriends and hold Logan's hand and croon every pet name in the book. It's like a neverending honeymoon phase, with Wade worshipping the ground Logan walks on, loving him completely, and Logan slowly getting used to it. And it really is love; sometimes Logan can even bring himself to say it back to Wade. All in all, Logan would be lying to say he's not happier now than he's ever been before, than he ever dreamed of being.
Present discomfort aside.
"It's okay, angel," Wade coos, when Logan frowns. "I mean it, baby boy, I'm gonna make sure you have a good — no, a fantastic fucking time! But if you aren't, you can tap out whenever you want, I won't be mad, I won't care." He kisses his way up Logan's wrist, slow and reverent, then sets Logan's hand down and resumes kissing all over Logan's face, gently rubbing Logan's chest. "This is just something I like, something I've been fantasizing about for a while, and I just want you to give it a try. That's all, sweetheart." He pecks Logan's mouth.
Logan can't help but smile, a little, under all the adoration. He's rapidly becoming spoiled these days, pampered like it's Wade's mission in life. "I know," Logan says lightly. "S'just... A little weirder than I'm used to." He doesn't say disgusting; this is something Wade's into and Logan respects that. Mostly.
Wade nods attentively, kisses Logan's forehead. "I know, honey. But this is one of those things people only think is weird until they try it out and realize how freaking hot it is. Trust me."
"Sure." Logan scoffs, but drinks without a fuss when Wade gently holds the large water bottle he brought home for this occasion to Logan's mouth again. He's been having Logan drink it a little bit at a time since they got into bed an hour ago; it's almost gone by now.
"Good boy, my perfect angel, just a little more," Wade coaxes, holding the bottle steady while Logan accepts the last few gulps. He doesn't try to reach up and hold the bottle himself, just leans back against Wade's chest and surrenders to being cared for. It gets easier and easier every time, and there have been many, many times. Some days all Wade does is take care of Logan, doting and hovering and cooing over Logan from the moment he kisses Logan good morning to the moment he kisses Logan goodnight. "You're so beautiful, peanut, doing such a good job."
Logan hums as Wade pulls the empty bottle away and tosses it onto the nightstand. "Y'know, bub," Logan says, grinning when Wade kisses his cheek. He's been kissed more times in the past year than ever before in two hundred years. "It'd be better if I was guzzling whiskey, that'd help me get more into it." He's joking; he's been sober for two months now.
Wade laughs, kisses Logan again. "Nuh-uh, I want my precious baby boy fully sober and capable of maintaining an erection for this. Speaking of..." He reaches between Logan's legs and cups Logan's soft cock, which gives an interested little twitch in the warmth of Wade's palm. Logan sighs. "Do you have to go yet?" Wade asks with his mouth pressed to Logan's neck, with an open eagerness that should probably turn Logan off.
It doesn't.
Logan just whines and nods, too embarrassed to say it. The urge isn't bad yet, but it's there, a steadily building pressure in his gut that he's been trying not to think about; that makes him wonder if he'll actually be able to go through with this. He's never done anything like this before. He's never wanted to. He's never been with anyone who wanted to.
He's never been with anyone who loved him like this, either, who treated him like a prince despite all his faults. The least he can do for Wade is try.
"Shh, shh, it's okay. That's good, angel, that's perfect." Wade shifts Logan around so he's sitting between Wade's legs, his back to Wade's chest, Wade's arms wrapped securely around him. Wade kisses his shoulder, whispering sweetly, "Listen, honey, I want you to let go whenever you're ready, okay? Try not to hold it. My goal here isn't to make you frustrated or uncomfy at all, I just want my baby boy to feel good." He licks his palm and brings it down to rub the head of Logan's cock just the way Logan likes, slow and wet, again and again as it starts to harden; he strokes his other hand up and down Logan's chest in a loose, soothing pattern. Logan squirms on the towels they've covered the mattress with. "Relax, precious, shh, I'm here. I've got you. I'm just gonna hold you and rub you for as long as it takes, and when you're ready, you're gonna let go for me. Okay?"
The words could almost be innocent, if not for the breathy hitch in Wade's voice, Wade's own cock already stiff against Logan's lower back.
"Okay," Logan agrees, even as he wonders, not for the first time, just what made Wade such a freak — and just what made Logan so whipped for him anyway. It began normally enough, with Logan agreeing to fuck Wade occasionally, then snowballed unbelievably from there. Then, before Logan knew it, he was agreeing to be fucked in turn, getting his mind blown by how amazing it felt. Then he was agreeing to tie Wade up and spank him when he's bad. Then Logan was agreeing to less pedestrian shit, like letting Wade give him intense foot massages that leave Wade moaning and humping the floor; like letting Wade handfeed him cake and ice cream and pudding while they fuck.
Logan never thought he'd do half the shit he's done with Wade, but it's hard to resist when Wade always makes it so good for Logan. Weirdness aside, Logan likes roughing Wade up sometimes, and having his feet rubbed and kissed, and eating sweets in bed, getting to just lie back and be treated like royalty for a while. Being Wade's perfect baby boy. And of course Wade always sees to it that Logan comes his brains out by the end, even if whips and feet and food don't exactly make Logan hard on their own.
But this feels different. Logan isn't seeing the upside of this particular game.
They get through another episode, Logan wrapped up snug against Wade's chest, Wade infinitely more focused on covering every inch of Logan's shoulders in kisses and gently rubbing Logan's half-hard cock than the cartoon. Logan tries to focus on the TV, to distract from the mounting need in his gut, but it's too much. It's too big now, bloated and impossible to ignore; normally, this would be the point when he sprang up, abandoned whatever he was doing and sprinted to the bathroom. But he can't and it's starting to feel like torture.
He's squirming constantly now, whining lowly in response to the constant stream of reassurance Wade coos in his ear.
"You're so beautiful, baby boy, so perfect. Getting pretty desperate now, huh?" Wade makes a sweet sound of sympathy, nuzzles Logan's cheek. "But you don't have to be, honey, my good boy should never be desperate. Remember what I told you? You can let go whenever you're ready. I'm right here, always, I'll hold you through it and make you come and clean you up after. You're gonna feel so good, angel, all you have to do is let go."
Fuck it. Logan screws his eyes shut, tenses against Wade's chest and tries to let go. But he just. Can't. The muscles won't release.
"I — I don't think I can do it," he whines, fluttering his eyes open, his voice high and thin and wavering like it sometimes gets when he's in bed with Wade. Delicate. Logan's not afraid of being delicate anymore; he knows now that Wade would never hurt him. His face is burning, and tears are pricking at his eyes, and the pressure is really starting to ache now, but he still feels fully safe. He could never not feel safe, cradled in Wade's arms.
Wade loves him.
"I know, peanut, I know it's hard, I'm sorry," Wade coos, soft and sympathetic, rubbing Logan's cock a little faster. "But you're doing such a good job trying for me, my perfect boy, thank you." He kisses Logan's ear, squeezes Logan gently against him. "Y'know, it's actually pretty easy. It just feels hard at first 'cause, if you think about it, people kind of spend their whole lives trying not to piss themselves, and you've had one of the longest lives ever, so it's only natural that it takes a while. There's no rush, baby boy, no pressure." Except there is, and it keeps getting more and more insistent, growing bigger and bigger between Logan's legs. "Let go whenever you're ready, sweetheart. I'll wait as long as you need me to."
Logan's squirming becomes more like thrashing, his stifled whines more like pained whimpers. His hands clamp down on Wade's thighs for a grounding handhold. His own thighs start to tremble. Wade pauses in kissing Logan's neck, moans low and long into Logan's skin, grinds gently up against Logan's back; Logan shivers and pants at the realization of just how much Wade's getting off on this.
"Beautiful," Wade breathes, stroking Logan's heaving chest, encouraging Logan's cock to full hardness with an expert touch. "So fucking gorgeous, angel, I love you so much, still can't believe you're mine."
It's not entirely unpleasant, can't be; it's a reminder of just how much Wade wants Logan.
He startles at an especially urgent wave of need, clamps his legs shut on instinct — Wade's right, every nerve in Logan's body is screaming that this can't happen — but Wade tuts and coos, "Uh-oh, baby boy, let's not do that. You need to let go, sweetheart, you might hurt yourself if you try to hold it like that, and you know how I feel about you hurting yourself. I just can't stand for it, honey, I'd sooner let the world end." So Wade hooks his ankles on the insides of Logan's and spreads his legs like stirrups, opens Logan's legs back up in turn, keeps them open even when Logan cries out and bucks against the hold. It's getting close now.
"Wade!" He's panicking, a little, not enough to use their safeword. It just feels like too much. Too weird.
"Shh, shh, shh, I'm right here, precious, I've got you," Wade soothes, settling Logan with his soft voice and guiding hands. "You're doing so well, honey, you're perfect, you're gonna feel amazing in just a minute. It's okay you can't get there on your own, sweetheart, you don't have to, you have me. I'm gonna help you. I'll always help you." Wade cups Logan's balls, rolls them gently. Logan gasps and drips precome and —
On the TV, a bright, bouncy animated musical number starts up.
"Off, off!" Logan whines, because he'll never be able to watch this show again if it's on while they...do this.
"I'm on it!" Wade laughs and obeys, takes his hand off Logan's cock for a few seconds while he grabs the remote and turns off the TV. Logan tries to catch his breath in the meantime, but his relief is short-lived; when Wade brings his hand back between Logan's legs — "Now back to our regularly scheduled program!" — he wraps Logan's leaking cock in a tight fist and strokes purposefully, hard and fast, the way he does when he wants to get Logan off as quickly as possible; like the few times Logan has let Wade jerk him off in public. Only, this time Wade wants something different. "C'mon, peanut," he coos, tugging just right; Logan sobs. "You're so close, I can feel it, just a little more. Almost there..."
Logan writhes as the pressure builds and builds until it's truly unbearable, two needs that clash against and complement and inflame each other, a war in his gut. He doesn't even know what he needs more at this point, to piss or to come. "Wade, Wade!"
“It's okay, honey, I'm taking care of you. Don't worry, I know just the thing." The hand Wade's been using to rub Logan's chest dips down lower to Logan's stomach, starts rubbing circles directly over Logan's swollen bladder instead; applying pressure that's as gentle as it is merciless. Logan sobs and thrashes in Wade's arms, pushing back against Wade's chest as if he might be able to escape that way, hot tears spilling over onto his cheeks. Wade kisses them sweetly away. “Shh, you're okay, precious. My poor baby," Wade soothes. "You don't have to hold on like this, you can let go now. You'll feel all better when you let go, sweetheart, you'll feel so good, I promise."
Logan's trying so hard to hold on, though he doesn't know why, the whole point of this is to give Wade what he wants — but Logan still can't let go, even with Wade's hand trying to gently press it out of him.
He kicks and cries and fights in Wade's arms, babbling, "Wade, m'sorry, m'sorry, I can't do it, I —"
"Shh, shh, shh! Don't say sorry, baby boy, you don't ever have to be sorry." Wade hugs Logan more securely, cradles Logan close to his chest. It helps, some. "I love you, sweetheart, I love you more than anything, and I'm so fucking proud of you for trying this. That's all I wanted, remember?" He kisses Logan's cheek. "I'm not disappointed, I don't think any less of you. I think the whole world of you, honey, and that won't ever change." All the while he's still rubbing Logan's bladder and stroking Logan's cock, harder and faster now; he's still kissing all over Logan's face. "I'm just gonna count to ten, angel, and we'll be done. If it doesn't happen, it doesn't happen, no worries. I'll carry you straight to the bathroom, then suck you off and spoil you to sleep when we get back to bed. Okay?"
"'K — 'kay," Logan whines and starts to relax, relieved, reassured. It's okay. It's almost over. Wade still loves him.
"Good boy." And Wade counts soft and slow, kissing Logan between each number: "One...two...three...four..."
Logan's body loosens up completely as he listens, not trembling anymore, his fists unclenching on Wade's thighs. It's still a lot, but it's okay, because Logan knows in his bones that Wade's here to hold him; to take care of him; to love him no matter what. There's no pressure.
“Nine…” The next kiss is pressed tenderly behind Logan's ear.
And the dam just — breaks. A hiss, a rush.
It crashes heavily over him, warm and wonderful, and he squeezes his eyes shut, unwilling to watch, though the relief is so intense and euphoric it instantly washes away all the shame, until his toes are curling and his eyes are rolling back behind their lids. Until he's grinning and moaning and thrusting eagerly up into Wade's hand, soaking the towels. It feels so overwhelmingly good, so viscerally needed, almost better than an orgasm.
"There you go, honey, there is it. So perfect, sweetheart, doesn't that feel great? Fuck, look at you, you're beautiful..." Wade angles Logan's cock down and strokes him through it, wrings him dry, rubs more gently over his stomach. Logan just moans again by way of response; Wade chuckles softly, kisses Logan's shoulder. "Yeah, I know, and it's about to get even better, baby boy, just hold on. Wait for it, here it comes..."
And then, just as this bright wave of pleasure starts to dim, Logan's bladder blissfully empty, another one starts right up as his orgasm surges forward and he comes and comes and comes into Wade's coaxing hand. It's deep and explosive and huge enough to engulf him completely, and distantly, through the thickening pleasure-fog in his skull, Logan knows that this is the best he's ever felt in his entire life, even with Wade. He didn't even know his body was capable of feeling this good.
A short, perfect eternity.
Logan feels floaty when the second wave recedes, leaving him so spoiled and emptied out and relaxed he can barely move; it's a good thing he doesn't have to. Wade's here. Wade lays Logan on his back on a dry patch of the mattress, and the shame doesn't set in, because now Wade's brushing Logan's sweat-damp hair out of his face and softly kissing his forehead; now Wade's mouthing his way down Logan's chest and stomach and lovingly licking Logan clean, babbling between worshipful kisses about how gorgeous and perfect and good Logan is. And it must be true; Wade never lies.
Logan just grins widely up at the ceiling, his brain pleasantly blank, strung sky-high. He doesn't come down for a long time.