Logan can't help the ripple of pride and pleasure he gets through him hearing 'the best fuck of my life.' It's an ego boost for sure, for someone who hasn't felt good about himself for a long time. Saving the world gave him something, and this is a more personal level. "It was good," Logan confirms. It was better than good, but that's what he'll settle on. He agrees with Wade, it is definitely on a top list for him, but he's pretty sure if he gives this guy an inch, he'll take a few dozen miles.
"If you think I'm gonna fuck you while we're fighting ... you're goddamn right I probably will." Logan actually laughs and gets up, fully naked and not self-conscious about it, hairy and dripping in sweat. "Stay there." He disappears for a moment into the bathroom and Wade can hear the water run, before Logan reappears with a wet towel. His ruined tanktop is not going to help the come everywhere at the moment. "Move over if you want to save that couch." He can clean it off before it dries. It's not perfect, and they probably will need to get something washable, but he's trying to be thoughtful.
Or the truth is he's not trying to be anything. Logan is thoughtful. Just don't tell him so. The two of them are living here so he doesn't want to sit in Wade's come spot. That's just not living like an animal. He drops the wet towel on there and reaches over to grip Wade by the chin firmly. Logan looks at him for a second or two before he leans in to kiss him, briefly, a small sign of affection he figures Wade will soak up.
He feels good. Loose. Comfortable. It's a feeling that won't seize him with the type of terror to run, at least not yet. Until it's too settled.
"I don't like people knowing about my personal shit, so I meant what I said. Keep your mouth shut about this, do you understand?" It isn't Wade he has an issue with people knowing about, Logan doesn't want anyone to get opinions about his life.
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"If you think I'm gonna fuck you while we're fighting ... you're goddamn right I probably will." Logan actually laughs and gets up, fully naked and not self-conscious about it, hairy and dripping in sweat. "Stay there." He disappears for a moment into the bathroom and Wade can hear the water run, before Logan reappears with a wet towel. His ruined tanktop is not going to help the come everywhere at the moment. "Move over if you want to save that couch." He can clean it off before it dries. It's not perfect, and they probably will need to get something washable, but he's trying to be thoughtful.
Or the truth is he's not trying to be anything. Logan is thoughtful. Just don't tell him so. The two of them are living here so he doesn't want to sit in Wade's come spot. That's just not living like an animal. He drops the wet towel on there and reaches over to grip Wade by the chin firmly. Logan looks at him for a second or two before he leans in to kiss him, briefly, a small sign of affection he figures Wade will soak up.
He feels good. Loose. Comfortable. It's a feeling that won't seize him with the type of terror to run, at least not yet. Until it's too settled.
"I don't like people knowing about my personal shit, so I meant what I said. Keep your mouth shut about this, do you understand?" It isn't Wade he has an issue with people knowing about, Logan doesn't want anyone to get opinions about his life.