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fluffyficsanddreams · 22 days ago

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The Morning After

A/N: i have tried so desperately to write a fic you have no idea. my motivation has been toast lately, especially life is currently beating the ever loving shit out of me. it's okay though, because i wrote this! also i kind of forgot Blind Al, whoops... let's just say they're living in their own apartment lol

Summary: After a long night of confessions and intimacy, Wade rouses in the morning feeling rejuvenated and ready for a day of shenanigans. Logan, however, does not share this sentiment and would prefer to lay in... so Wade has to find other methods to get him up.

this fic contains (sfw) tickling and mentions of sex/swearing. if you don't like it, don't read it 🫶

dedicated to @lovemybluebully for giving me the motivation to finally finish this!!!

Wade hadn't woken up to a morning this peaceful in a very long time.

The merc blearily blinked open his eyes to dawn sunlight pouring in through the crack in the haphazardly closed curtains, shining into the small bedroom. He reached up to rub his eyes, turning to sit up a bit, opening his eyes to see both his own clothes and his roommate's scattered about the room.

He turned his head to the left, looking down at the sleeping man who was laying on his stomach, arms underneath the pillow, face turned to the side—none other than the Wolverine himself, currently wearing nothing but boxer shorts underneath the blanket, which Wade just remembered he was also in.

Wade let out a soft huff and smiled a little, recalling the previous night's events—it was a blur of passion and heat, and the memories were both blurry and crystal clear. It was a night he'd promised himself he would never forget.

Wade decided to lay back down for a few minutes, laying on his side to face the still-sleeping Logan, admiring his features softened by slumber. He reached out with one hand, gently running his fingers through Logan's messy scruff and up to his hair, lightly rubbing his fingertips into his scalp.

Logan let out a small noise in his sleep, lips twitching into a slight smile. Wade didn't know if he was imagining things, but he swore he saw Logan lean up into his touch just a tiny bit. The mere idea of the gruff man enjoying his presence enough to lean into his touch, in his sleep, was enough to make Wade melt.

However, it didn’t melt him enough to hinder the energy he had—he hadn't had a night so amazing in a long, long time, and that was the best sleep he'd gotten in a hot minute. He felt great! There were so many things he could do—beat up some thugs, save a couple randoms, do general Deadpool things.

Alright, Wade decided. First task of the day: wake up the Wolverine.

The first tactic he tried was leaning forward, close enough that he could feel Logan's breath on his face. He leaned in and started littering little kisses all over his face, being slightly more aggressive than normal in an attempt to rouse the man.

Logan's face only scrunched up a bit in response, lips twitching into something that somehow managed to look like a frown of protest and a reluctant smile at the same time. In short, it was absolutely fucking adorable—however, Logan wasn't rousing. As much as Wade wanted to squeal at the expression on his face, it wasn't working, and he had to try something else.

Wade had to give his new idea some thought for a moment before he decided to try it.

"Logan," he called softly, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving it a gentle shake. "Peanut. It's time to get up, we've got places to be, things to do, things to—"

"Mmmhh..."

Wade blinked, watching as Logan groaned and rolled over onto his back, lifting one arm to cover his eyes with his forearm.

"...It's too early... let me sleep..."

Ugh. Old man.

Wade gave a roll of his eyes, poking gently at Logan's chest.

"Come oooon. We've got stuff to do today, audiences to appease—(he gave a wink to the camera)—and I'm definitely not gonna do any of it without you," The merc argued, leaning to place another kiss to Logan's cheek, hoping to be so sweet that Logan gave in—but no, of course not. This is the Wolverine we're talking about.

Although the man let out a slight huff and his lips nearly twitched into a smile, he said nothing and instead let out an argumentative grumble.

Wade rolled his eyes and huffed. His sweetness wasn't working... what else could wake up a Wolverine...?

...

Lightbulb.

Stupid idea? Yeah. Was Wade doing it anyway? Hell yes.

His hand moved to place itself on Logan's chest, soothingly rubbing along his muscles, feeling them relax underneath his touches. He had to stop himself from squealing at the fact that he trusted him enough to do that and focus on the task at hand.

His hand wandered down to Logan's side, lightly and gently tracing up and down the bare skin. He went about halfway up his ribcage before he went down, stopping at his waist before turning around again. The touch was loving, but it had hidden motives behind it, which was quite clearly having an effect on his victim—er, lover.

Logan gave a couple twitches, the arm that was covering his face lowering to instead protect his side. His lips twitched into a smile, letting out a huff of protest through his nose.

"Wade... dohon't..." He warned, eyes still closed, too sleepy to do much else.

Wade only smiled, chuckling lightly. He shifted, holding Logan's side with one hand while he laid himself down on top of him, chest pressed to Logan's lower abdomen. Wade gently pressed his fingertips into the gruff man's lower ribs, causing him to flinch and let out another small noise of protest.

"C'mon, Wolvie, I just wanna loooove you," Wade cooed, crawling his fingers slowly and gently up Logan's ribs, digging lightly into the spaces in between them.

Logan squirmed around a little, too sleepy to hold back all his laughs like usual. He just let the giggles slip through, tilting his head back, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth.

"Heheheehee... noho, Wade, stahahop it... 's toohoo early..."

Wade responded with a soft gasp, smile ever-present as he lightly tickled at his ribs, moving to the middle ones now.

"Are you implying I can tickle you later? Gladly, my sugar baby darling! I would love to!"

Logan shook his head in response, giggling his head off and taking an uncoordinated swat at one of Wade's hands.

"Nohoo, thahat's not whahat I mehEANT! Eeehehee, nohohohooo, stahpit! Nahot there!"

Logan cut himself off with his own squeak as Wade's fingers crawled their way up to his upper ribs, digging his fingertips lightly into the bottom of his underarm area.

Wade only beamed affectionately at the laughing man beneath him, letting out a dreamy sigh at the big smile that split his usually tense face. The wrinkles that gathered at the corners of Logan's eyes were absolutely adorable, not to mention the way he wasn't even fighting. He knew Logan craved the gentle, loving touches too much to even consider fighting against them.

Wade couldn't believe Logan was so fucking perfect. From his adorable laughs, to his warm smiles, to the threats that he only made to try and keep up his tough guy demeanor, to the way he pretended as though he didn’t care about Wade but held him with such gentle hands, caressed his scars like they were the most precious things in the world...

Wade couldn't believe it. He was so stupidly amazing, it almost made him sick.

He was brought back to reality by Logan giving a loud snort, then realizing his fingertips had dug into his armpits a little harder than he'd been intending. Granted, he was capable of tickling Logan until tears streamed down his cheeks and he could barely breathe—but he didn't want that right now. Surprisingly. Wade just wanted Logan to relax a bit, let out the laughter he always tried so hard to hide.

"Aww, is that spot too tickly for you?" Wade cooed, leaning down to press a quick, playful peck to Logan's exposed throat.

He moved his hands down to Logan's lower sides, gently running his fingers along his upper abdomen, very gently digging into the flesh and vibrating his fingertips around.

Logan reacted with more giggling, shaking his head, lightly kicking out his foot to try and get rid of the energy in his body.

"Ahahahehehee... sss—seriously—ehehehe...! Stop ihihihit! I'm toohoo tired fohohor thihis shihihiiit..."

Wade tilted his head to the side, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes, his smile widening across his face.

"No, thank you. I think I'll keep going, actually. Besides, I haven't gotten to eat up my fill of your yummy belly!"

Logan's head immediately shot up, the sleepiness instantly replaced by panic.

"No! Noho! Wade, I'm wahaharning you—don't you dahahare! I'll fuhucking behead you—!"

Logan cut himself off, bracing himself for the intense tickles that Wade usually unleashed upon him by nibbling at his stomach—but it didn't happen that way.

Wade leaned down and started peppering quick little kisses all over Logan's belly, which had grown a bit fuller now that he had moved in with Wade and started eating properly for the first time in years. Logan had complained, grumbling that he looked pudgy, but Wade thought it was the most endearing thing in the entire world and absolutely loved to show the other man how much he loved it—especially by doing this.

The tickly little kisses made Logan shake his head a bit and burst into an instant fit of strong giggles, a smile spreading across his face so wide that his sharp canine teeth stuck out. He didn’t fight it, though, not in the slightest. He just squeezed his eyes shut and tilted his head back into the pillow, laughing and giggling and letting it happen.

He still had to try a little bit, though. Just for appearance's sake and all that.

"Waaahahahade! I'll ffff—fuhuhuckin' stab yohoouuu! Stahahap it! Get off of mehehehee!"

"Stab me?!" Wade echoed, gasping theatrically with fake hurt.

"I thought you had gotten over that by the end of the movie! You're relapsing! I need to get that out of you..."

Wade drew in a breath and planted his lips right on Logan's navel, blowing a light and gentle raspberry there to really drive home his point.

Logan let out a squeal, much to his own dismay, kicking out his feet as wild laughter bubbled its way out of his chest, squirming around underneath the playful attack.

"Noooohohoho! No! Nohohot thahahaaat! Pfffwahahahade!"

Thankfully for Logan, his crazy boyfriend was feeling merciful, so he got to catch his breath when Wade lifted his head from his stomach.

The merc smiled as he watched the flushed man underneath him heave for air, his smile lines etched deeply into his face, eyes slowly opening to reveal sparkles of joy that Logan would never admit to feeling.

Wade shimmied his way up Logan's front so that he was just below his face, laying almost chest-to-chest. He planted an affectionate kiss on the tip of Logan's nose, beaming down at him as he composed himself.

"Feeling awake now?"

Logan only chuckled and shook his head fondly, letting out a long sigh and leaning his head back against the pillow.

"I guess so... still too early to get up, though. Jus' lemme lay here for a bit... my fuckin' bones hurt..."

Wade let out an amused huff of air through his nose, one hand coming up to run through Logan's facial hair absentmindedly.

"Sometimes I forget how damn ancient you are. Not that I'm complaining. I love dilfs."

Logan let out a snort, lifting his head a little to adjust the pillow underneath it so that he could lay back against it and still be able to see Wade.

"Ya sayin' you love me?"

"Yup. I'm confessing my love to you, right here and right now, angel baby. Don't leave me hanging!"

Logan let out a fond breath, leaning forward to press a brief kiss to Wade's lips, to which the latter smiled and leaned into it.

"...Yeah, yeah...

...I love ya too."

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