If I remember your ridiculous ass, I remember shooting the Wade Wilson I was teammates with.
[ He rinses, turns the shower off, and then reaches out to grab the towel hanging on the side. Logan shakes his head to get the excess water out of his hair before towelling the rest of his body, stepping out properly when he's got the towel hanging around his shoulders.
He'll ignore the question for now in favour for one of his own. ] ...how do you know me if you're not my-- that Wade?
[He sets down the cologne, leaning back on the counter.] Because he was me. But also not me. And because who they hell knows anymore with these nonsense timelines. I know you because it's convenient for the plot.
Just don't ask me to block bullets with my sword. That's not happening.
So he's better than you at one thing. [ And the corner of Logan's mouth turns into a small smirk, fingers curling lightly into the ends of his towel to tug it taut as it hangs around his neck.
Looking up at the white parts of Wade's mask, he gives a slight cock of his head. ] You get any of his memories?
Because I could actually take that naked body offer if you still like me.
I'm better than him at talking and not being dead. [Finger guns.] And sure, I've got his memories. [He watched the movie!]
[Wade nearly slips right off the counter at Logan's next words. He didn't actually think he'd take him up on that last one! But alright! Except-] Just, uh, fair warning I look like I went for a full body dip in an oil fryer. Not quite as messed up as 'other' me, but I'm not wearing this mask because I want to hide just how sexy I am now...
I'm less interested in how you look and more interested in what you know about me.
[ A slightly more accurate term would probably be something along the lines of what kind of bond you think we have, but Logan's not the most eloquent guy.
That, and he hasn't thought of Wade Wilson in years. ]
I don't care if you stay dressed. [ Sitting on the covered toilet, Logan pats his lap, clearly inviting Wade to take his place on it. ]
But I promised you my naked body- [Wade points out as he slides off the counter. There's a moment of thought and then he slides off the mask. He might as well know now rather than later, right?] Kind of hard to give you that if I'm not naked.
[He doesn't need to be told twice though, at the invitation Wade practically leaps right into Logan's lap, side saddle and an arm wrapped around his shoulder.]
As far as what I know about you? More than you're probably comfortable with, Jimmy.
[ There's a brief pause at the name Jimmy, a quiet moment of hesitance where Logan's expression drops a bit and his grip tightens where his arm's wrapped around Wade's middle.
But he pushes the feeling away, instead undoing Wade's belt with one hand and pulling it free of its loops. ]
Your face isn't that bad. [ It's easier to change the subject, instead. ]
[His gaze drops to watch Logan expertly undoing his belt, head tilted like a curious puppy. There's a scoff that escapes his lips.] Not that bad, right. No need to blow smoke up my ass.
[He tugs off his gloves and tosses them to the ground. All so that he can touch Logan properly, his just as scarred as his face reaching out to drag across his chest and through chest hair, musing.] I miss having hair...
[ In truth, Wade really doesn't look that bad, but Logan's not going to push the subject. He breathes a little deeper so his chest pushes into Wade's touch more, and the texture of his scars makes the touch a little more acute-- makes it so Logan shivers more than he would have under unblemished fingertips.
He leans in to kiss the corner of Wade's jaw, his fingers finding space between his trousers and his top to trace the muscles on his abdomen. He certainly looks different from the Wade that he knew, but they smell the same, and the strange nostalgia that comes with that makes it easier to turn that kiss into soft sucks towards Wade's neck. ]
I miss having someone just get up in there and tug on it- [He emphasizes his point with a light tug of Logan's own chest hair.] Also combing my hair? Then gelling it up like I'm a fucking Backstreet Boy. Those were the days.
[His abs clench at the attention Logan's paying them, groaning as his mouth closes over his neck. This is way better than anything he thought might happen bursting in on Logan in the shower. It's nearly making him forget why he came in the first place. ]
[ This Wade even sounds the same when he moans. It's-- God, Logan doesn't really know what to think of it, so he decides it's probably better not to think at all.
He slips his hand lower to undo what fastenings there are to Wade's trousers. One arm continues to support Wade's back as Logan's teeth scrape towards his throat, tongue licking hot before he nips up towards his chin and finds his mouth to kiss him in a decidedly chaste manner. ]
I remember you liked that. [ His words are whispered, quiet. ] ...the other you.
[ His palm cups Wade's balls, and Logan slides three fingers up his shaft. ]
[He shudders as teeth graze his neck, the hot trail of his tongue.] F-Fuck, this me likes it too... give me more of that.
[Wade's own hands are roaming, kneading against the tight muscles of Logan's back.]
T-Timelines. [Wade manages to say, his eyes rolling back when Logan starts touching him, his cock bouncing up in approval.] They're just all fucked up. Best not to spend too much time thinking about it. Give you a headache...
[ Wade's just as receptive as he remembers, and the sensitivity has him smirking just a bit where his mouth's found the flutter of Wade's pulse point. ]
Suppose if you can think I won't be doing this right, anyway.
[ "This" being the dip of his hand in the triangle formed by Wade's unfastened trousers, and the smooth grip of his fingers around his cock. There're scars here, too-- ridges-- and Logan purrs lowly at the scent of his sex at the same time he starts to pump Wade slowly, his teeth catching the lobe of his ear before he gives it a kiss. ]
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[ He rinses, turns the shower off, and then reaches out to grab the towel hanging on the side. Logan shakes his head to get the excess water out of his hair before towelling the rest of his body, stepping out properly when he's got the towel hanging around his shoulders.
He'll ignore the question for now in favour for one of his own. ] ...how do you know me if you're not my-- that Wade?
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[He sets down the cologne, leaning back on the counter.] Because he was me. But also not me. And because who they hell knows anymore with these nonsense timelines. I know you because it's convenient for the plot.
Just don't ask me to block bullets with my sword. That's not happening.
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Looking up at the white parts of Wade's mask, he gives a slight cock of his head. ] You get any of his memories?
Because I could actually take that naked body offer if you still like me.
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[Wade nearly slips right off the counter at Logan's next words. He didn't actually think he'd take him up on that last one! But alright! Except-] Just, uh, fair warning I look like I went for a full body dip in an oil fryer. Not quite as messed up as 'other' me, but I'm not wearing this mask because I want to hide just how sexy I am now...
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[ A slightly more accurate term would probably be something along the lines of what kind of bond you think we have, but Logan's not the most eloquent guy.
That, and he hasn't thought of Wade Wilson in years. ]
I don't care if you stay dressed. [ Sitting on the covered toilet, Logan pats his lap, clearly inviting Wade to take his place on it. ]
Just stay close.
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[He doesn't need to be told twice though, at the invitation Wade practically leaps right into Logan's lap, side saddle and an arm wrapped around his shoulder.]
As far as what I know about you? More than you're probably comfortable with, Jimmy.
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But he pushes the feeling away, instead undoing Wade's belt with one hand and pulling it free of its loops. ]
Your face isn't that bad. [ It's easier to change the subject, instead. ]
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[He tugs off his gloves and tosses them to the ground. All so that he can touch Logan properly, his just as scarred as his face reaching out to drag across his chest and through chest hair, musing.] I miss having hair...
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[ In truth, Wade really doesn't look that bad, but Logan's not going to push the subject. He breathes a little deeper so his chest pushes into Wade's touch more, and the texture of his scars makes the touch a little more acute-- makes it so Logan shivers more than he would have under unblemished fingertips.
He leans in to kiss the corner of Wade's jaw, his fingers finding space between his trousers and his top to trace the muscles on his abdomen. He certainly looks different from the Wade that he knew, but they smell the same, and the strange nostalgia that comes with that makes it easier to turn that kiss into soft sucks towards Wade's neck. ]
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[His abs clench at the attention Logan's paying them, groaning as his mouth closes over his neck. This is way better than anything he thought might happen bursting in on Logan in the shower. It's nearly making him forget why he came in the first place. ]
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He slips his hand lower to undo what fastenings there are to Wade's trousers. One arm continues to support Wade's back as Logan's teeth scrape towards his throat, tongue licking hot before he nips up towards his chin and finds his mouth to kiss him in a decidedly chaste manner. ]
I remember you liked that. [ His words are whispered, quiet. ] ...the other you.
[ His palm cups Wade's balls, and Logan slides three fingers up his shaft. ]
But we didn't have the Backstreet Boys then.
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[Wade's own hands are roaming, kneading against the tight muscles of Logan's back.]
T-Timelines. [Wade manages to say, his eyes rolling back when Logan starts touching him, his cock bouncing up in approval.] They're just all fucked up. Best not to spend too much time thinking about it. Give you a headache...
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Suppose if you can think I won't be doing this right, anyway.
[ "This" being the dip of his hand in the triangle formed by Wade's unfastened trousers, and the smooth grip of his fingers around his cock. There're scars here, too-- ridges-- and Logan purrs lowly at the scent of his sex at the same time he starts to pump Wade slowly, his teeth catching the lobe of his ear before he gives it a kiss. ]
I want your tongue in my mouth.