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After Vanessa, Wade, and Logan finally got together, Thursday night became Wade and Logan's duo date night. Vanessa live streams on Thursdays, so it makes sense for the other two partners to take their one on one time while she works. It's a rhythm they fell into easily enough, a few months back.

This Thursday's date night, Wade and Logan went out for dinner. Chimichangas, of course. Wade hadn't wanted to extend the date with drinks at a bar after the meal. Instead, he'd seemed eager to get Logan back home. He was excited, handsy under the table and in the back of the cab.

Althea has gone out for the evening, so Logan and Wade shared a shower and used up all the hot water. Wade was playful and teasing, but didn't let Logan get them off in the bath. Instead, he'd told Logan to get ready and left him alone in the bathroom to prep.
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Logan comes out, scrubbing at his wet hair with a towel. Shower steam wafts out of the open door behind him. Loose pair of pajama pants low on his hips.

In their dingy little bedroom, he finds Wade isn't waiting in bed. He's setting a folding TV tray table at the foot of their bed, setting up his laptop on it. Humming to himself, a Madonna song, Logan recognizes.

Logan hangs his damp towel on the door knob and stares, as Wade futzes with the computer. Logan wonders if he's no longer in the mood for sex.

"What's with the computer, Bub?" Logan asks, one bushy eyebrow raised skeptically, certain Wade is not doing merc job research on their date night. Not after all his dirty talk in the shower just now. "Thought you wanted to ...?"

"Fuck your brains out? I do. But my show's coming on, Peanut," he looks up and bats his lashless eyes at Logan. Wade's still wearing just a towel around his slim waist, entire bare torso on display, a tempting flash of thigh when he moves.

"What's on? My Little Ponies? Golden Girls?" He crosses to the bed. Logan doesn't roll his eyes at Wade's taste in entertainment. He's come to like half of it. If it's something boring, he'll just read, curled up next to Wade while he watches.

"You'll see," Wade says, voice too casual, and Logan catches the twinkle of mischief in his eye.

Logan'll be fine if Wade's changed his mind about sex, but there's a tent in the front of Wade's towel, and the scent of arousal wafts off of him, so Logan doesn't think he has.

Logan slides into their bed and sits up against the pillows. He watches Wade type and fiddle with the computer. Some website, Logan can't quite see. Blocking it with his broad, bare, scarred back. Logan watches his muscular shoulders and strong back muscles move above the threadbare grey towel, loves the V shape of his torso. Wade is heartachingly beautiful to Logan.

Giggling as he works, he keeps glancing over at Logan and grinning. Uh oh.

In the handful of months they've been dating, Logan has learned that Wade loves surprises. Wade also loves Logan. Logan loves Wade back, but he is not, however, a fellow lover of surprises. Logan likes to know what's coming at him, what to brace for. Yet, with Wade, surprises almost always end in hot sex, so Logan settles back against their pile of pillows and Wade's passle of squishmellows and tries to brace himself for whatever shenanigans are about to come.

Some dirty movie, probably.

Or it could be a YouTube video clip of two sweet cuddly animals. Knowing Wade, it's a 50% chance Logan is about to see two gay koalas cuddling in a eucalyptus tree vs. a 50% chance of hard core porn. Is Wade about to turn the screen around, show him a capybara and a crocodile that are best friends, and say, "Look pookie, it's us in another universe!" or some other cute shit? Logan tries to mentally prepare for either scenario. He half hopes it's video of a donkey and a tortoise that fell in love, over gruesomely graphic pornography.

At two hundred and eight, Logan has seen and had most kinds of sex. Doesn't have much interest in modern pornography. Frankly, it makes him feel old. But then, he is old. He'd liked the pin up girly calendars that got passed around the Army back in World War II. Vargas's fantasy women and Elvergen's cheeky ladies. And he'd appreciated the popular men's body building magazines back in the 1970s. Wade likes to watch the new stuff sometimes. And of course, their girlfriend Vanessa makes spicy videos for her side hustle. He's aware it exists, he just doesn't look pornography up. Also, Logan really doesn't have to search out that kind of content, what with all the unsolicited dick picks and nudes his two partners text him.

When Wade turns the screen around and moves out of the way, Logan's still unprepared to recognize the actress.

It's Vanessa on the laptop screen. Live. Waving at him and smiling.

Oh, of course.

Logan smiles, seeing her, but then he hesitates, "Does she know we're watching? We're not spying on Ness at work, without her knowledge, right?"

"Awww. Vanessa knows, my consent king. We have permission," Wade grins, dropping his wet towel on the floor like a jackass but looking too cute to scold just now. Logan'll hang it up later. Wade poses, naked, hand on a cocked hip, weight on one leg, "I'm her number one fan. Subscriber numero uno. And besides, this was her idea we watch her stream tonight."

"Oh," Logan warms to the idea of this, as he watches their beautiful girlfriend swaying gracefully on screen. She's greeting people who are tuning in. She's dancing, nothing fancy, just moving sensually to some background music while she sets up the scene and people log in.

Logan recognizes the room Nessa is in, her apartment's extra bedroom. The walls are a soft, flattering, golden pink. There's a tan chaise lounge set up center, a couple baskets and fuzzy blankets around, a decorative lamp that throws wave like patterns of light on the ceiling. It's not exactly a bedroom nor a living room. The space looks professional, almost like a therapist's office, sending the subliminal message that this is a business transaction. There must be lighting and streaming equipment set up behind camera that he can't see. It's nice. She looks great.

Wade slides under the covers, into bed next to Logan. He types something into his phone, "Okay, I just dropped a message in the chat that we're here, in the live now."

On screen Vanessa sees Wade's message pop up. She reads it and smiles into the camera,"Hi, boys. Have fun at dinner tonight without me? Hope you have a little room left for dessert."

It's a strange thrill, having a beautiful woman talk to him through a screen. Even though he knows her very well. Like having a star look down from the night sky at you.

As a sex worker, Ness specializes in "the girlfriend experience", which is a fuck of a lot different than the experience of having her as an actual girlfriend. As a partner in real life, Vanessa's dominant, a top, funny, bossy, affectionate, challenging and opinionated. A little mean, just the way Logan likes her. Pretend "Girlfriend" Vanessa is feminine, flirty, submissive and sweet. Would never demand anything of you. Actual girlfriend Vanessa will tie Logan up and torture him by fucking their boyfriend in the ass with a seven inch glitter dildo right front of him, laughing in his face at how gorgeously crazy he looks tied up and straining. This innocent version of her on screen, looks like she's never done anything so naughty in her life, doesn't even know what a strap on is.

Actual girlfriend Vanessa is perfect for both Logan and Wade, but watching her perform this submissive character is unexpectedly arousing. It makes Logan's prey drive kick in, just a tiny, unmentionable, little bit. She's a fluffy bunny that a secret, beastly part of Logan wants to chase down and savage. His heart races, watching her.

Nessa greets her subscribers and chats them up with genuine interest. She remembers details about her regulars' lives and talks to them with true care and affection.

Vanessa's great on camera. She flirts with the lens like it's a person. Logan feels like he's in the room with her. She knows how to lock eyes with the lens, how to frame herself. She can work a flattering angle. Show you a flash of something and then conceal it.

Wade snickers at the expression on Logan's face as he takes it in, the way Vanessa doms her audience while pretending to submit and serve them.

"Isn't she great?" Wade asks, an audible sigh of admiration for Vanessa's wiles.

"Yeah," Logan, watches her work on the glowing blue screen, his dilated hazel eyes barely blinking, "She's fuckin' beautiful."

Tonight, Vanessa wears a slut-ified nerdy gamer girl disguise. On top, a red Deadpool logo t-shirt cut into a crop top that just barely covers her tits and leaves a long expanse of flat, taught, caramel skinned belly exposed. For bottoms, she wears a pair of navy blue, silky looking, retro athletic shorts, so short he can see the crescents under her ass when she turns away from the camera. Her long smooth legs are freshly shaved and moisturized, tan thighs glistening and begging to be touched. Down low, she's wearing a pair of rainbow knee socks, and Logan recognizes them as a pair of Wade's. Dark hair piled on top of her head in a loose updo, artfully careless. Probably took hours. Big, black plastic eyeglasses, a nerdy contrast to her absolutely flawless "no make up" make up, the kind of skilled makeup application that fools dumb boys into thinking she's not wearing any. It's a sexed up version of what any woman might wear to be comfortable at home. The look is "nerdy girlfriend" turned up to eleven.

"She's so hot as a comic con babe. I love this character," Wade watches Vanessa work, adoring look on his unconventionally handsome face. "Nerds love her. I once watched her read Lord of the Rings aloud, dressed as a slutty Gandalf. It took seven hours. She made so much bank."

Vanessa starts the stream by playing a video game with her viewers. The rules are, every time she loses a round, Vanessa has to take off an item of clothing.

Through some other app Logan isn't familiar with, viewers can join her game and play with her. While she plays the game, she grunts and gasps and giggles, making soft sounds, just on the edge of erotic. Pretty pouts and flirtatious trash talk. Bites her lip and pretends to concentrate on the game so hard, she "just happens" to lean forward and let her viewers peek down her shirt and catch a glimpse of a yellow lace bra, every so often. She is teasing them to keep the audience tuned in and paying by the minute. It's working. He finds he can't look away.

Naturally, she "loses" her first game, suspiciously quickly. Letting the men she's playing feel good by beating her and "winning".

"Oh, darn! You guys are just so good at this!" she says, standing up and stripping off the shorts. Sliding them down her lovely legs with a wiggle. Underneath, Ness wears a yellow thong. With the Wolverine comic logo stamped on the tiny triangle of fabric.

Logan makes an audible grunt of desire when the bright yellow Wolverine panties are revealed. He doesn't like the comics, thinks they make a simplified legend out of his life that it doesn't deserve. He shouldn't find this so hot. He does.

Beside him Wade claps and hoots, "Oh my God, those are so cute. I want a pair in my size."

Wade types that into Vanessa's chat and she laughs and says into the camera, while posing and showing them off, "Glad you like 'em, Red. Knew you would. I already got you a pair when I ordered these! Who loves ya, baby?"

Logan feels a surge of prideful possession and lust at that. Vanessa runs a lazy hand up her bare flank and cups her own ass. He grins, knowing that's exactly what he would do if he were there. She grins back at him, into the lens, knowing as well.

Wade turns to him and says, "Not that I don't love you in those Hello Kitty britches, Logie bear, but how about, you take off the jammies and get comfortable?"

As Vanessa and her fans start to play their next round of the video game, Logan gets rid of the pajama pants.

Wade lets his hand creep over to Logan's bare thigh under the covers. "Lo, what if we play a game while she plays a game?"

Logan was expecting Wade would up the ante. "What's the game, Bub?"

"What if I suck you off the whole time she plays this second round," Wade smiles.

"What's the catch?" Logan raises his eyebrows.

"You can't cum," Wade's grin goes even wider.

"And?"

"Next round, I get to eat you out," Wade's hand roams higher up his hairy thigh, tickling at the crease between Logan's thigh and hip. "And then..."

"Fuck, Wade," Logan gasps, as Wade brushes a hand across his low belly and doesn't touch the cock that's been hard since their shower, leaking since he saw Vanessa, aching since Wade slid under the covers next to him. "And then?"

"And then, you still can't cum," Wade leans over and murmurs into the side of Logan's neck. Bites him lightly on the shoulder. Licks his ear lobe.

"Then, what?" Logan is uncertain this is a game he can win, but it might be fun to lose.

"Then, you warm my cock," Wade whispers, nuzzling into a sideburn with the tip of his nose, "You sit on my dick and you can't move and you can't touch yourself, not until Vanessa says you can."

"Jesus, you two're gangin' up on me?" Logan groans.

"Always," Wade giggles, kissing down his throat.

"And if I lose? If I can't make it 'til Vanessa says?" Logan is sweating already, tips his head back to give Wade better access.

"Oh, I think you can do it, my big, strong, guy," Wade answers, licks a stripe down his clavicle, "but if you can't hold off, you'll owe me a favor."

"A favor?" Logan asks, a suspicious growl. Wade is capable of devious punishments. He is also a cheater at games of any sort. Wade will want to win. The favor will almost certainly be something Logan would never ordinarily agree to. Logan knows full well he should not make a careless deal with Wade W. Wilson.

Logan is about to say no game, tell him they should just fuck regular while they watch Vanessa work. But then, he looks down at the hopeful expression on Wade's sweet, mischievous face.

And then, he looks up at the screen, at Vanessa in the tiny Deadpool and Wolverine outfit, those knee socks and sexy glasses. She winks. Straight into the camera.

Ness tempts, "C'mon puppy, don't you want to play with us?"

Her other viewers probably thinks she's talking to them about joining the video game.

Logan wavers.

Wade pulls the bedsheet down and shows Logan how ready his lap is to be sat upon, his thick, rippled cock standing at attention, and Logan finally agrees with a gruff, "Fucking fine."

"Yay!" Wade crows, giving his cock a triumphant squeeze for convincing Logan to play with him. "I win either way, you know."

"Yeah, Bub, I know," Logan already feels like the winner though, when Wade moves down the bed and starts to suck him off.

On screen, Ness's suggestive sounds and sexy trash talk phrases take on a whole new erotic intensity, with Wade's tongue exploring the length of Logan's cock. Breathless and bouncing, Vanessa plays her game, gasping out things like, "Get it! Get it! Oh, fuck, get it in there! Fuck! Oof! Oh, that's a tight squeeze. So tight. Made it! Come on, boys! Ungh! So close! So close! I'm gonna...yes. Yes. Yes!"

It's nonsense. Stupidly hot nonsense.

Frankly, Logan couldn't give a rat's ass about video games. When Wade and Ness play together in the living room, his old eyes can barely track the action. He doesn't like to play them himself. The tiny controller buttons make no sense in his big hands. He would never, ever have thought of this scenario without these two, but it is surprisingly arousing. Put this night down on the long list of things that would never have happened to Logan without Wade and Vanessa's influence.

Wade's mouth feels incredible. He's great at oral and proud of it. Always a show off. Logan tries not to lose control of his breathing, maintain a zenlike calm as Wade slides his mouth eagerly up and down his prick and Vanessa bounces on screen. Logan relaxes into it, instead of fighting not to feel it. Wade's scarred hand adds an exquisite friction, moving in time with his hot, wet mouth. So damn good. Logan lets himself float on the delicious sensation, without allowing urgency to build. He can do this.

On screen, Nessa gasps, giggles and squirms, until she wins that round of whatever the fuck game they're playing. She raises her arms above her head cheering, the tiny red crop top lifting to show a glimpse of underboob. A few dark curls tumble from her hair pins and her eyes shine with the glee of winning. She spins in a sexy victory dance, gives the camera a glimpse of her sweet little ass in the yellow g-string.

Wade pops off Logan's cock, smiles up at him, then gives it one last sloppy kiss for good measure. He says, "You made it through round one, sugar tits."

Logan smirks down at him. His dick jumps, looks like it's wondering where the hell that blow job just went, but Logan tries to appear unbothered. It's hard, what with Wade looking up at him like that, all pretty eyes and spit shiny lips.

From the laptop, Vanessa says, "For people playing along at home, let's raise the stakes. If I lose this next round, not only will I strip off this Deadpool shirt, I'll also have to play the following level sitting on a toy. Okay? Sound good?"

Logan groans. Of course, Nessa's raising the stakes.

Down between his legs, Wade's lips have gone soft and pink, his golden brown eyes glassy. Logan chuckles and caresses his bald head affectionately for a second. Wade leans into his hand, with a half smile. Logan sees Wade's a little subbed out right now. He's so funny, the way he tries to edge and tease his partners, and ends up working himself into a lather in the process. Logan thinks he might have a chance of winning this little game after all, if he survived the blow job round and Wade's already blissed out and starry eyed.

However, Wade still has the clarity of mind to scramble off the bed when Vanessa says, "Next round. On your mark, get set, go!"

Wade grabs the wedge from the closet. It's a large, dense foam, triangle prism shaped pillow that Vanessa gave them. Logan is too heavy to prop up with ordinary bed pillows, he squishes them flat. But this dense but soft wedge under his or Wade's hips, can hold their ass up in the air without being crushed, take their full weight and help them comfortably relax. With metal burdened, two hundred year old joints, Logan's hips and knees ain't what they used to be. Wade is a cancer survivor. They deserve comfort.

Logan was pleased to learn such a thing as a sex prop existed. Ness had said, when she gifted the wedge to him, "What? You thought you were the only 400 pound person who likes to get plowed? Please."

Wade plops it down in the middle of the bed and pats it.

"Hands and knees, bent over the wedge, baby girl," Wade instructs. "Keep your head up, eyes on Vanessa."

Logan blushes, but obeys orders. Kneels and bends over the wedge, resting his hips and belly on it. Chin up, eyes open.

"Mmm. Knees further apart, spread that pussy for me, sweet thing," Wade demands, merciless.

"Fucking hell," Logan groans, blushing even redder, but he spreads his knees wider and arches his tailbone up, fully presenting for Wade.

"Atta girl," Wade praises, pats his ass. Logan feels a response shoot down his spine to his cock. This fucking guy. He's trained Logan like a dog, and what's worse, Logan can't find it in himself to care.

"You all set?" Ness teases from the screen. Running a hand over her downy belly, over a creamy thigh, "Ready to play?"

Somewhere behind Logan, Wade titters. He hears him texting Ness. He wants to bend his arms and hide his face in the sheets, but they said to keep his head up. Feels Wade's weight dip the mattress, climbing onto the bed.

On screen, Vanessa starts to play the next round, and behind Logan, so does Wade.

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Round two.

Logan waits, on his hands and knees, back arched, ass up, on display.

Logan'd expected Wade to jump on him and start mouth to hole contact immediately, but Wade's a far trickier strategist than that. Instead, Wade begins by just looking at Logan. He can feel those brown eyes focusing on his skin like a physical thing, a heat. Gazes at him, while Logan watches Vanessa's thighs flex, her ass smush against her chaise cushion when she plops down, her tits bounce when she jumps for joy, her slender waist bend and twist. He makes him listen to her gasps and squeals. Makes Logan watch Ness, and wait patiently for Wade's mouth, until his skin is goosebumped and twitching with anticipation.

Finally Wade touches him, just fingertips first, so lightly Logan can barely feel it, skimming up the backs of his calves, up his thighs and over the flesh of his ass cheeks. For long, agonizing minutes, Wade doesn't touch Logan's bullseye at all. He breathes on his thighs. Feathers the lightest caresses across his glutes. Plants tiny kisses on Logan's low back.

"You're such a little shit," Logan snarls, when Wade brushes closer and closer to his asshole for the fifty seventh time but still doesn't land on target.

"And you're such a greedy bitch," Wade taunts affectionately into Logan's upper thigh, gives it a little bite, "You want me to lick your man pussy so bad."

"Shut up," he growls, but goddamn him, it's true.

"They're paying her by the minute, sweet cheeks. Ness's gonna make this round last at least 15 minutes," Wade husks, voice deep with desire. "Don't worry, I can take my time."

Fuckin' finally, Wade starts to pay attention to Logan's asshole. First, little kitten licks around the rim that make Logan gasp and shiver. Then, long, wide laps, down his perineum and then back up to his entrance. Nibbles at the flesh on the underside of each cheek. Teasingly light, tongue tip circles around the rim again.

It's getting harder for Logan to hold still. His ignored cock leaks precum, pressed between his belly and the wedge.

When Wade at last grabs a cheek in each strong hand, stuffs his face in deep and starts tonguing firmly into him, the yowl that rips out of Logan's throat would mightily embarrass him if he had any shame left, but after months of getting fucked by Wade and Ness any way they want it, he doesn't have a shit left to give. Al's not home, so he cries out again, louder.

After a beat, Logan hears the click of the lube cap, and then, Wade rewards him for being vocal about his pleasure, by slipping a fingertip in alongside his tongue.

Logan watches Vanessa, while Wade eats him out and fingers him open. She takes forever to "lose" this level, long enough to make it clear that she is losing on purpose, long enough for Wade to get three lubed up fingers inside him one by one, long enough to make Logan's prostate perk up and his dick throb, make him whine and moan. Ness is in control, chosing both the outcome of her game and the length of time Wade spends rimming Logan.

His thighs are starting to tremble, shoulders twitching, back of his neck burning from holding his head up like this. He wants so badly to drop his face and elbows to the bed, rock back into Wade's mouth and fingers, rut against the inadequate friction of the pillow beneath him. He grits his teeth with the effort of holding back from chasing orgasm.

"Oh no! You beat me!" Ness tells her audience, finally throwing the round, pretending to pout. Wicked sparkle in her black eyes. "You're too good!"

Immediately dropping his heavy head, Logan reaches back and slaps at Wade's shoulder because he doesn't stop tonguefucking him, even when she calls time. "Cut it out back there, ya damn cheater."

Wade stops, withdraws his fingers as slowly as possible, dragging them past Logan's prostate, deliberately mean about it. When they're out, Logan whimpers with relief. Then, Wade smacks his ass cheek once with a hard pop, and sits up behind him, laughing, scoots over out of the way so Logan can sit up, too.

Logan does so, awaiting further instruction.

"Made it through round two, honey badger," he says. With a flop, Wade lounges back into the pillows, his hard, pink prick resting on his low belly. He kicks the Wedge down to the end of the bed so he can stretch his legs. He texts Ness an update.

Logan wants to fall on Wade, devour him, lick him, touch him everywhere. His bloodlust rises. For a moment, he fights hard to keep his claws in, to obey the rules.

"You win again! You're so good at this game! I wish I was there with you," Vanessa cheers, then her voice drops low, "Hey tiger, eyes on me now. I'm gonna take this shirt off for you."

She stands up, crosses her arms in front of her, grasps the hem of her Deadpool crop top, pulls it over her head, and tosses it with a flourish. Her cheeks are flushed, dark eyes sparkling, cloud of black and silver curls soft around her pretty face. Her hard nipples clear through the yellow lace bra she wears. It matches the Wolverine thong, of course. So much bare, smooth skin. She runs graceful hands up her body, touching what she knows the viewer wants to touch, her dagger tipped nails painted Deadpool red. Vanessa teases her nipples for a second, pinching them through the lace. Squealing a little and giggling for the camera, playing up the naughtily playful vibe, then bounces, making her lacy breasts jiggle for her enraptured audience. Throws her head back, exposing her long gorgeous throat, and laughs. She might just be a good actress, but she seems to be having a great time.

Logan looks back and forth between his partners, wondering for the millionth time, how he got this lucky.

Then, Vanessa gives them a nice view of her heart shaped ass, bending over to fetch a basket of tonight's tools of the trade. Logan thinks he might have caught a flash of something between her cheeks, but she stood up again too quickly for him to confirm she has a plug in. He quivers at the thought.

Daintily, she sits down on her chaise again and starts pulling toys out of the basket. Polling her viewers to choose which one she should sit on for the next round. There's a realistic dildo in a chocolate skin tone, a neon orange magic wand, something that looks like a dinosaur egg, and various other tempting delights. The chat chooses a silicone grinding pad.

An involuntary whine escapes Logan. Watching Vanessa on camera is actually torturous for him, because his hands itch to touch her and she's too far away. She's a 20 minute walk from kissing distance. He suddenly wants Ness with them so badly. Too far away.

Then, she is suddenly very close up.

Because Vanessa changes the camera angle to a low, zoomed in shot of herself from the waist down. The screen is filled with bronze thighs, curved hips, and that tiny triangle of yellow cotton stamped with The Wolverine logo.

"Fuuuuck," Wade moans, overwhelmed by the close up, "Hot damn, Vanessa! Welp, Peanut, this round might be as hard for me as it is for you."

The last two rounds haven't required Wade to watch her while he works. This level adds intensity for him. He types something undoubtedly sweaty into the chat.

Logan sits there, frozen, hyperaware, like an ambush predator about to leap out of the tall grass and pounce on his prey. He doesn't move a whisker. Barely breathes. Wants them.

On screen, Logan can see Vanessa is wet. The yellow cotton clings just so to the cleft of her lips, slightly darker between her legs. Evidence Vanessa is truly turned on by this. Logan's nostrils flare, instincts urging him to lean forward and smell her and he can't. He growls, frustrated with missing and wanting her.

"You okay?" at his growl, Wade swivels and checks in with Logan, "Need to pause?"

Vanessa spreads her legs and pulls her panties to the side. Takes lube glossy fingers and slides them between her lips, slicking herself further. She's clipped her dark curls short. It's easy to see everything. She teases her plump clit, gets it slippery wet.

"Ung," Logan says. He feels his canines drop and drool pools in his mouth.

"That's not a real word, Peanut," Wade looks at him carefully, "I said, you okay? Still with me, Logan?"

"Yes," Logan breathes, eyes locked on the screen, on Vanessa touching herself, "Fuck, yes. 'm good. Look, Red."

Wade relaxes slightly, his own eyes going back to the screen. Seeing her fingers at work, he murmurs, "Holy shit, Nessa."

Vanessa takes the grinding pad and places it on the cushion between her thighs. It's a marbled silicone sculpture, black swirled with glittering green and gold. About the size of a large, thick paperback book. He hasn't seen this toy before. They watch together, as she drizzles a luxurious stream of clear lubricant over the nubby surface of the toy. Rubs her ruby tipped fingers over it suggestively, slicking it. Now close up, Logan realizes the grinder resembles a mouth- a wide open, monstrous jaw with a long, thick, curled tongue, surrounded by a ring of rubbery, jagged teeth. He's not flattering himself by noting the resemblance to his own mouth. He only wishes his tongue were that long, however. He laughs, low and dirty. Pleased.

This part of the show is genuinely her. Vanessa Carlysle is a monster fucker, through and through. She'd probably still be into Wade and Logan, if one of them sprouted kracken tentacles. Maybe even more so, if that's possible.

When the long, black, silicone tongue is shining wet, she wriggles around and goes up onto her knees on the chaise, arranges the toy between her legs, pulls her yellow panties to the side again, lifts up, and sits her bare vulva down on the grinding pad with an audible squelch.

Fuck, she's got a microphone close by to pick up all the subtle slick sounds. Logan moans. He might not sail through the cock warming round after all, not if he has to see and hear every single high def detail of Vanessa getting herself off, while he's perched, unmoving, speared on Wade's cock.

She kneels with the slippery, bumpy, beastly tongue pressed under her vulva, picks up her controller, and cheerfully starts to play the next level.

Round three.

Wade leans back against the pillows, smug look on his face, fist wrapped around the base of his dick. "Ready to saddle up, cowgirl?"

Logan looks at him, "Pretty confident for a guy who's about to lose a bet, Bub."

"I'm feelin' lucky," Wade grins and gives himself a long, slow tug. "Come sit on my lap, puppy."

Logan throws a thigh over Wade's hips, hissing at the way his angry cock bobs when he moves, demanding touch he isn't going to give it. Logan straddles him, back to Wade, facing the foot of the bed and Vanessa, glowing on the computer screen. Wade lines himself up with Logan's slick entrance, nudges him. Logan slowly sinks down with practiced ease. Wade slides inside.

Wade groans as Logan seats himself, a deeply satisfied sound, "Oohhhhh, fuck me. I have been waiting for that feeling all damn day, Lo!"

"Me, too. Always want you," Logan pants, hands gripping his thighs so he doesn't touch, fighting not to reposition himself or rock. Trying to still his mind and hips. Adjust to the stretch without moving.

"You okay up there, angel baby?" Wade checks. "It's not cheating if you need to shift position before we really get started. More lube?"

He shakes his head. Holds up one finger to indicate he needs a second to adjust, but otherwise doesn't move. Logan is well seated. He feels full and snug and wet. The slide inside was incredibly good. The problem is, he desperately wants to lift off and sink down again, feel Wade pushing back into him once more, repeat that again and again, 'til they cum. He doesn't move.

After a beat, Logan grits out, "Green. Go."

Then Wade types into the chat that their side of the game has entered round three.

On screen, Vanessa's hand flashes a heart sign. Then, she spreads her legs wider and gives them an extra good look. Does one single teasing circle with her hips. Her spread labia a pretty, puffy pink. Again, Logan thinks she might have a plug in, but can't see clearly in the shadow of her cleft.

He sits impaled on Wade, still as a stone. Logan's full ass throbs and his empty mouth waters.

"Good boys, you've made it so long. So good for me! How do you feel?" she praises them.

"Feels good," Logan growls, not quite pained.

"Now, puppy, do not move your hips 'til this round is over. Keep your hands off. Don't cum 'til I say," Vanessa orders, voice clear though he can't see her face. All he can see are those tan, soft thighs he loves to stick his face between, to tickle with his beard.

"Yes, sir," Logan answers, sounding half broken now.

"Sit. Stay. Good boy," Wade snickers.

"Neither one of you cums 'til I say, Red," Vanessa instructs, a little sternness slipping into her candy sweet character voice. A peek of her real self that makes Logan's toes curl.

"No fair! Sneaky meany," Wade gripes. He can have multiple orgasms, was not planning on holding back while Logan suffered. He texts her that he'll be good. Probably. "Fine, deal, I won't cum either 'til the boss says."

"It's only fair, Bub," Logan tells him, then clenches his ass around his cock, making Wade shout out a little startled gah! sound. It's not cheating, Logan didn't touch with his hands and didn't move his hips at all.

Logan straddles Wade, and on screen, Vanessa straddles the bulging, black, monster tongue, her clit pressed against its bumpy, exaggerated taste buds, the curled tip of the sculpted tongue just pressing into her opening. Vanessa's doing her thing of gasping and giggling while she plays her video game. She's not grinding on it yet. She's just casually straddling it, driving him rabid with anticipation of her actually fucking it.

Under him, Wade stretches, reaches over to the side table and rummages for a second. Just moving that little bit, when he leans over, makes Logan want to squirm and whine. He's too close, about to lose it. He grits out, "Stay the fuck still, Wilson."

"My hips are totally still. Scout's honor. Be sweet, or I won't share this treat," Wade sasses.

Logan hears the scritch of a lighter, smells butane, weed and tobacco. He twists his upper body, looking back to see Wade exhaling a cloud of smoke. Then, he passes Logan a blunt. Thank you, Marvel Jesus.

Logan has long been a sucker for a good cigar, and with zero effort, Wade has recently tempted him into the world of tobacco wrapped, medicinal, mutant strength weed. Wade trails his hand down Logan's side, while he takes a drag. When Logan exhales, a tension he hadn't realized he was holding in his body releases. He softens, relaxes, passes it back to Wade.

"Seemed like you needed something to ease that kung fu grip, soldier," Wade teases him, feeling Logan relax around him as they get a little stoned.

Even mutant weed doesn't get either of them high for long. But it helps Wade's cancer pain and Logan's nightmares, and at times like these, weed also helps Wade wait patiently to be allowed to flip Logan like a pancake and fuck him into the mattress.

As they pass the blunt back and forth, the skunky tobacco tinged smoke filling their little room, Vanessa finally starts to move her hips in earnest.

Wade exhales and says, "You look so hot, smoking on my cock, Lo."

Logan looks over his shoulder at him, sees the tiny, jewel sized reflection of Vanessa in Wade's brown eyes. "I love you," Logan tells both of them.

"I love you, too," Wade says. "And love how you feel."

Wade puts the blunt out, perhaps cheating a little this time, purposely scooching his hips just a bit, when leaning over to the side table. Logan grunts, but keeps his own hips still, not giving in to the temptation.

On the laptop, it's Vanessa who is free to move, winding her hips in small circles.

The steady pressure against Logan's prostate is somehow both under and overstimulating, without Wade's cock inside him moving. All the build up has his nerve endings raw, responding to the slightest sensation. Between his heavy thighs, Logan's wine dark cock sticks straight out in front of him, leaking pearls of precum. He's trying to ignore his dick entirely, the urge to touch it almost painful when he puts his focus on it.

Wade however, won't ignore it, his warm hands on Logan's ass and hips keep roaming too damn close to Logan's cock, making him want to move even more, making him want to grab Wade's hand and put it right on it, start lifting and dropping himself on Wade's lap.

He stays still as he watches Vanessa grind herself on the glistening black toy, rubbing her clit over the tongue a little faster now, as her video game picks up. The sounds she's making are no longer subtly sexual. She's openly trying to make herself cum while playing this round. He wonders how many men have dropped their controllers and grabbed their cocks. He recognizes the pitch of her voice as she thrusts and bounces, hips rolling in a wave. By the sound, he knows she's genuinely going to orgasm soon. Not faking this for an audience. Heat surges through him, watching her. He feels jealous of the toy.

"She always cums for real," Wade's voice is a dark murmur behind Logan, as he runs textured hands over his body, squeezing and teasing him. But Wade doesn't move his hips, doesn't thrust up into him even a tiny bit. Follows the rules. "Very good at her job, our Ness. Gives them the real deal. Usually a couple. You know how she is, don't you? She can't get enough."

Vanessa is, indeed, insatiable. She loves sex. It's an art form, a mode of self expression for her. Right now, the way she pleasures herself on that thing makes Logan wish it really was his face she's riding on. He lives to serve her, worship her. Watching Ness roll her body, pussy grinding down onto the tongue, it is almost impossible not to pump along with her on Wade's cock. The slick sounds it makes, her cries of pleasure, they're making him feral. Wade makes breathy little gasps and grunts under him but doesn't move. Despite the smoke taking the urgent edge off, it takes every bit of his super human strength for Logan not to bounce and moan on Wade, cum along with Vanessa when she cums the first time.

When Vanessa loudly, unabashedly cums on camera, Logan feels his body spasm around Wade's shaft, but he doesn't orgasm. It's a near miss. Under him, Wade tenses, whimpers, pulses, sucks in a lung full air, but doesn't cum either. Not yet.

Ness orgasms and still somehow wins that round of her video game anyway.

"Holy shit," Wade gasps as Logan dismounts. His face looks wrecked, "You two almost got me. Don't touch me for five minutes. Fuuuuuck."

They both tremble and sweat for a moment. Logan's ass feels empty, aches with wanting. His dripping, red cock is furious about these nefarious activities.

"I win! Aww, don't worry," Vanessa says, giggling, switching back to full body cam. He sees she's shining with sweat. Her dusky nipples hard and her chest heaving, coming down from her orgasm, pretty face glowing with gleeful malice. She isn't tortured a bit. She grins, "Even though I won, I'll still take my bra off for you, how's that? And then, we can play Truth or Dare until our time runs out. Type in your questions and your dares now and I'll pick some. Sound fun?"

Wade grabs for his phone, "Quick think of a dare!"

Nessa tosses her gaming controller to the side, done with it, reaches back and unhooks her bra. She shimmies it off with a dancerly move. Slingshots it out of frame. Then, her soft, heavy, caramel skinned breasts swing free, their mocha tipped nipples peaked. Logan's palms feel the phantom weight of them. Topless now, Vanessa moves the grinder toy out of sight. Adjusts her thong to barely cover her wet lips again. Shifts to laying down on the chaise. Naked but for the colorful knee socks, black plastic glasses and thong, she lounges, completely unselfconscious. Leans over and drinks from a glass of water. Reads a few Truth or Dare suggestions aloud.

Logan realizes Ness's giving them a moment to recover, probably because she has something even more devious planned for next.

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"Made it through all three rounds, Peanut," Wade says, falling back against their pillows. They're both sweaty and flushed. He passes Logan a glass of water. "You did it, babygirl. Knew you had it in ya."

"You're about to have it in ya," Logan tells him, slight growl peeking through his submission. He is so ready to let loose on Wade.

"Oh ho ho, really?" Wade snickers. He's gone all limp limbed and hard dicked. He beckons him with a hand gesture and makes bedroom eyes, "Com'ere then."

"Nuh uh. Finished your three tasks, but Vanessa didn't say we could cum yet," Logan bats Wade's reaching hand away from his prick, though he wants nothing more than for Wade to touch him there. "Game's not over 'til she says."

"Fine, then," Wade agrees, not really sulking. Holds out his phone, asking, "What should we dare Ness to do while we wait for our marching orders?"

"Dance," Logan suggests. He loves the way she moves. "See if she'll dance for us."

"Mmm, yes," Wade agrees and types, tip of his tongue held between his teeth with concentration. "Good idea."

"Maybe ...tell us a dirty secret?"

Wade giggles maniacally at that.

His healing factor helping to pull him back from the edge, Logan leans back into the pillows next to Wade. He rubs their long legs together, lolls into Wade's side companionably. Logan can hear Wade's heart rate going down. Feels his own blood pressure returning to normal. Despite the edging, Logan's not in any significant discomfort. Wade is blissed out, too, loving it. Logan smells happiness in his sweat. Wade puts a heavy arm around him. He snuggles up against him for a minute, floating.

"You think her Highness will be mad if I kiss you now?" Wade wonders, jutting his chin towards their Queen on the glowing computer screen and then looking down at Logan. She's chatting with her regulars.

"I dunno, but I'll be mad if you don't," Logan tells him, so Wade rolls towards him and kisses him.

Logan cups his face and slides his tongue past Wade's lips. They get lost in each other's mouths for a moment. Messy and intense, the kiss makes Logan reach for Wade and pull him down to lay all the way on top of him, needs the weight of him. He wants to keep going. Is it allowed now? Logan doesn't want to stop and neither, it seems, does Wade. Their kissing starts getting frantic. Wade's cock rubbing against Logan's while they kiss. Urgency rising quickly again. Logan wants to tear him to pieces, is tired of being good. Wade's moaning a little on each exhale. He tastes delicious. Logan's instincts scream at him to spread his legs wider, wrap them around Wade's waist, guide his mate inside again.

But Logan hasn't been given permission to touch or cum. After as much kissing as he can stand, Logan growls and pushes Wade off.

"Stop," he grits out.

Wade doesn't listen. He whines and reaches for Logan again. Logan can smell the desperation on his skin.

"Paradox," he tells Wade sternly. One more touch and Logan is going to lose Vanessa's challenge. He cannot hold back again. He is slightly more competitive than he is horny, and that's saying a lot. So he safe words out and Wade freezes. "Don't touch me again 'til she says we can cum."

"Gotcha," Wade says, hitting pause. He rolls away, and they both lay there breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling for a second.

"Ahem! Hands to yourselves, boys?" Vanessa's sweetly cruel voice gets their attention. They look over at the laptop screen. Done letting them catch their breath, Vanessa stands up and turns up the music in the background.

Logan and Wade both groan as she stretches her long, lithe form and strikes a starting pose.

Eyes glinting, she says with a big grin, "Some lucky boys have dared me to dance. Should I do it? They've been so good for me."

Ness begins to dance, simply swaying her hips to the song. It's a sexy dance beat, something electronic with a lot of bass. Logan would call it Disco but Wade would probably call it something else. House? Electronica? What do they call club music today? He hasn't been out dancing since Ororo and Kurt dragged him out when it was called New Wave, sometime back in the late 1980s. Was that forty years ago? Fuck, he's old.

Logan stops wondering about the music and just watches her, when Ness raises her arms above her head and begins to undulate. Her bare breasts sway with each body roll. She executes a slow half turn, back to them now, and swivels her incredible ass at the camera. She drops her arms, graceful as bird wings, looking back over her shoulder coyly, then slowly runs her hands up the backs of her rounded thighs and hips. She frames her ass with her beautiful hands and squeezes her cheeks, digging those sharp red nails into the ripe flesh. Turns around to face them again. Smirk on her exquisite, elfin face. She runs her hands up over her tits and neck. Slowly, down her belly and hips. Moves her body to the beat, eyes half lidded, lips softly parted. She drops down to the chaise lounge on the song's chorus, crawling over it like a big cat, back arching, slinking. She does floor work on the chaise, elevated so her viewers can see everything. Stretches out to lay across it on her belly, pretty ass up, then rolls onto her back, legs reaching up, toes pointed. She hooks a finger in one of the rainbow knee socks and slides it off, exposing her high arched, bare foot, with bright Wolverine yellow painted toenails of course. She dances the second knee sock off and flings it. Stretches and wiggles her perfect little toes. Kicks her bare legs, points her feet at the sky and poses like a pin up. Rolls over and poses on her hands and knees. Arches her back and pulses to the rhythm. Dips down as low as she can go and then snakes her way up to standing on the floor in front of the chaise again, locking eyes with the camera. Then, Vanessa slowly pulls the hair pins from her hair one by one, letting her silver streaked, ebony curls fall down around her face. As she dances, her long, silky hair caresses the skin of her neck, shoulders and breasts, just like her viewers want their hands to do. Her shiny, raven hair hypnotizing as she sways, dips, and spins.

Vanessa finishes the dance, blowing a kiss to the camera at the end of the song.

"Did you like that? What else do we have time to do together? I'll miss you guys until next week's live. Let's make these last few minutes really count. That was a dare, so let's do a truth next," Vanessa leans forward and reads a Truth from the chat, "Do you have a dirty little secret to share? Oh, do I."

She poses, hooks her thumbs under the yellow elastic strings running across her hips. "Hmmm. Should I tell you my secret? Or dare me to take these off and show it to you?"

Vanessa pretends to ponder for a second and then flashes a grin, turns her back to the camera, bends forward, and drags the tiny, wet, Wolverine yellow, g-string down her long lovely legs, all the way down to the ground, and there it is. Her secret. She does have a plug inserted, the flared base winking at him as she bends all the way forward and spreads her cheeks for the camera. Gives her ass a playful little wag. Then, she gracefully rolls back up to standing and spins to face the camera again. Her face is the picture of impish delight, her radiant smile beaming. She lays down on the chaise lounge again, then pulls both her knees up, letting them fall open, exposing her pussy and bottom to the camera from this even more exposing angle. The light picks up the glisten of moisture on her rosy brown folds and clipped curls. She's wet and ready to play. She spreads her legs wide, showing herself to the camera with the flexibility of a dancer.

"Now for the bonus round," she sighs into the microphone, her voice a sexy purr that feels like a hand down Logan's pants. "Dare me to see how many times I can cum for you before the hour is over?"

God yes, he wants that. Logan and Wade are no longer relaxed, all the coiled tension of the last hour, raging right back up to the surface again, both of them sitting up now, almost at attention. Logan's cock feels painfully hard. Wade's breathing fast, excited. Logan can feel his body heat radiating next to him.

"Ask her if I can touch you now," Logan urges Wade, feeling frantic, "Wade. Please. I need-"

But then, she reaches between her legs and taps on the flared base of her butt plug with one ruby lacquered nail. A glowing blue l.e.d. lights up. She grins into the camera.

The angle switches to a close up shot of her, spread open with the little blue light sparkling center screen.

"What's-?" Logan starts to ask.

Wade is putting his phone in Logan's hand. Logan frowns down at it. Confused for a second.

"Vanessa's plug vibrates and you get to control it, with my phone. Your prize for being such a good boy and winning all three rounds of our game," Wade smiles. The phone screen is lit up with an unfamiliar app. It shows a slider bar and a toggle switch. It looks like a simple control panel.

Logan understands. A swell of warm love for them rushes behind his solar plexus. Wade and Vanessa are giving Logan the gift of control, letting him pleasure Vanessa from a distance, both knowing that not being allowed to give them any touch during this scene has been exquisite torture for him. They're so fucking thoughtful. Logan feels a purr rumble in his chest. He looks up at Wade to say thank you but then, Wade moves.

"Aaand...," Wade goes from sitting up to kneeling on the bed. His voice, deep and wicked says, "It also controls this one."

Wade leans forward, spreads his cheeks, and shows Logan his own plug. He taps it and it lights up just like Vanessa's. "They're synced. I feel what she feels."

Logan makes a noise he isn't sure he's ever made before. Wade grins over his shoulder, looking back at him.

"Fucking hell, bub. Can't believe you kept that a secret this whole time," Logan groans, and Wade titters.

"Unlike me, I know," Wade agrees, snickering, delighted with himself, and says, "These are some Star Trek butt plugs, aren't they? The Future is now, babygirl. That toggle is for speed. You can ramp it up and down in intensity. The switch turns it on/off. You can flick the switch on and off quickly, to make it pulse."

"Some science fiction shit," says Logan, impressed by the blue tooth technology, though he's seen more than a few amazing gadgets. He has both time traveled and universe hopped, met Cerebro and seen most of Hank's inventions. He's still never seen one of these. "You ready for me to turn it on?"

"Yes," Wade answers.

Toggle on the lowest setting, Logan immediately flicks the switch to ON and both Wade and Vanessa jump. She makes a little gasp sound. Logan's sharp canines draw blood from his inner cheek, he smiles so hard and fast in response to that.

"Oh, shit," Wade moans, as Logan ever so slowly slides the toggle up to about 30% power.

"How's that feel, bub?" Logan asks him.

"Like I need to fuck you, STAT," Wade's voice is strained.

Vanessa's breath is coming faster now, too. Looking up, Logan watches her start to touch herself. One hand spreading her labia and the other, dipping inside, fingering herself with her two middle fingers then drawing the moisture up over her clit, swirling her fingers over her clit and then thrusting her fingers into her hole again.

"Feels so good," Vanessa answers Logan's question herself. She moans a little on each exhale now, "Tell you what, when I cum, you can cum, how about that, Red? Puppy?"

"God yes," Wade answers her. He's up and off the bed, standing beside it. He pats the mattress in front of him, "Here, boy."

Logan snarls but immediately obeys, of course. He moves over, to lay on his back, ass against the edge of the bed, knees pulled up, open for Wade.

Wade adds more lubricant to Logan's hole, his fingers teasingly light, but he quickly lines up, pushing easily in.

Logan howls. Wade lets loose with a string of cusswords in at least four languages. He's moving immediately, stroking into Logan firm and deep.

Like this, they can both look to the side and see the laptop screen. They can watch in high def detail as Vanessa rhythmically switches between penetration with her fingers and teasing circles on her clit. Logan grabs for the phone and starts to switch the ON/OFF switch, pulsing the vibration in time with her pumping fingers. Clever Wade instinctively starts to thrust into Logan at the same pace. Her gasps onscreen time up with theirs.

Wade's strong hands grab Logan's legs and bring them up to rest on his shoulders. He's nailing Logan's prostate like this, the angle intense. Logan needs to up the intensity for them.

Logan leaves the switch set to steady ON and moves his thumb to the slider. He ramps it up to 50% power. Vanessa and Wade both groan and Wade starts fucking into him harder, faster. Vanessa's ruby tipped fingers dance over her clit. Her voice is getting higher pitched. Closer, thank fuck. Logan is praying to all the gods he's heard of to last as long as she does. Next he moves his thumb to the slider, draws the power down to 10%, then pulses it up to 80%, then back down, and back up, in a slow, throbbing rhythm. He doesn't dare touch his cock until she cums, is already in danger of coming untouched from the pounding his prostate is taking.

Wade is babbling pure nonsense about how this has to be a fanfic because there's no way on earth he could last this long, how good Logan's ass feels, how much he loves him. His praises turn to whiney pleas each time the plug intensity ramps up. He's snapping his hips forward into Logan, starts begging Vanessa to cum so that they can, "Ness-a-a-a! Please fucking cum, baby!"

Almost like she can hear them, she does. The next time Logan ramps it up, she shudders and screams. He watches her pussy pulse and gush, her ass spasm around the plug. Wade's hand is on Logan's cock in an instant, and three pulls is all it takes. He's cumming so hard blood roars in his ears and his back arches off the bed. It feels like it goes on forever.

Wade cums too, with a shout, and his hips stutter to a stop, pressed as deeply inside of Logan as he can go.

Remembering, Logan grabs for the dropped phone and switches their plugs to OFF, not wanting to overstimulate them.

"Goddamn, Bub," Logan breathes. He feels himself sliding deeper into subbed out headspace, relief pooling in his core. He drops his legs from Wade's broad shoulders to around his slim waist, using them to pull Wade deeper in. His cock doesn't soften on his belly, healing factor renewing his erection immediately. He reaches his arms up to Wade, pulling him down for messy, panting kisses. Wade gets one knee on the bed and half lays over him, Logan's thighs squeezing his hips.

They kiss as their bodies pass through overstimulation and back into rekindling desire. Logan's head begins to clear, the subdued predator inside of him waking up. He's not nearly done with Wade. He wants more.

But then, Logan hears a new buzzing sound and looks up at the laptop. On screen, Vanessa is sliding a vibrating wand in and out of her wet cunt, already chasing her third orgasm of the night. Still daring to see how many times she can cum before the live ends.

"Greedy girl," Wade giggles, pot calling the kettle a slut.

Logan gets an idea, "Wanna switch?"

"Oh my, Peanut, now who's the greedy girl?" Wade teases but he pulls out of Logan, greedy himself.

Logan rolls over. He grabs the wedge from where it's been knocked to the floor, puts it in the middle of the bed again. Wade moves to bend over it, but too slow for Logan's liking. With a growl Logan shoves him down and manhandles Wade into position. Wade gasps, high pitched and delighted at being played with so rough. He turns to melting butter under Logan's hands, easily molding into the position. Face down, ass up, legs together.

"I'm going to take this out and fuck you now," Logan warns, hand gently grasping the flared base of the plug.

"Green!" Wade gasps into the mattress.

Logan tugs the wide bulb out. Wade makes an agony/ecstacy sound that Logan could listen to every day for the rest of his very long life. Logan straddles Wade's legs and lines up behind him. Wade lifts his tailbone, arching open, stretched and slick already. Logan grabs his hip with one hand, uses the other to steady the base of his cock as he nudges his cock head against Wade's opening. He pushes into his lover with a rumbling growl. Wade keens, his long fingered hands gripping the sheets. Already Wade's trying to push back into Logan, but he chose this position so he could dominate Wade, not let him try to top from the bottom, so Logan uses his hands on Wade's hips and his weight on Wade's thighs to pin him as he buries himself in Wade's ass at his own pace.

Sated from his first orgasm, Logan decides to fuck Wade as deep and slow as he can. Make the brat feel every single inch of it. He withdraws almost entirely and slides back in so slowly, Wade whines and tries to squirm and speed up the pace, but Logan won't let him, bruisingly firm hands on his hips Wade feels so good inside, velvety and slick. He's always a little feverish from his cellular regen rate, and Logan sinks into his warmth again and again. Loses himself in the long, smooth drag out and the easy, achingly slow push back inside.

"You're mine," Logan tells Wade, taking his sweet time to claim him. "Ours. Mine and Nessa's."

Wade moans something into the mattress that might be agreement. It's enthusiastic, whatever he said. Logan could make out a "Yes!" and "Si!" Something desperately filthy, whimpered in Spanish, about his culo.

On screen, Vanessa takes the wand out of her cunt. It's her bright orange colored, slightly curved rod. Logan knows that it warms and vibrates. He likes that one himself. She strokes it over her swollen clit.

Portuguese is not one of Logan's languages, but both Nessa and Wade speak it. He may have to learn because he's pretty sure he'd like to know what they're both groaning right now. Her voice, sweet and breathy, raising in pitch as she gets closer. His voice deep and dirty, grunted into their mattress. Logan knows enough to catch the word bom and know that means good. They're both saying some of the same words as they chase orgasm. Ness and Wade sync up sometimes like this, though she claims he and Wade are the ones eerily in connected since the Time Ripper.

Their merging love cries drive Logan towards the edge. The sight of Wade trembling under him and Nessa spread open and flowing on the screen, it's more beauty than Logan's nervous system can handle. He's unable to hold back now, speeds up, hips slapping into Wade's ass. His forearms ache from holding his claws in. The beast inside of him wanting to release everything now, not just his seed.

Wade is a ragdoll under him, gone soft and wide open, zero resistance. Arms limp above his head, shoulders relaxed. If Logan could see his face, he knows, he would recognize the bliss of complete submission. Wade gets so pretty and sweet like this. He's not even making words now, just low, groaning, broken syllables. Logan fucks into him savagely, knowing he can't hurt him, knowing Wade can take everything Logan could ever give him. The bed thuds hard against the wall. Logan doesn't care, the neighbors below are out, working nights, he can't hear their TV through the floor right now.

On the laptop, Vanessa cums again. Her pussy gushing a clear, shining fluid and pulsing around the orange wand. She's making a sobbing noise that goes straight to Logan's hindbrain. He feels a rush of triumph like he made her cum, though he has not touched her. He wishes again that they were there or she were here. Wants to shove Wade's face between her legs and tell him to lick her through it while he fucks him.

Just thinking of that, makes Logan's next orgasm thunder down his spine. His whole core tightens, warmth pooling in his balls and taint. His pounded prostate still throbbing. He falls over Wade's back, grinding as deep inside as he can go. Shoves a hand under Wade to work his cock. His fist makes a channel around it, and it pulses in his hand as Logan cums inside of Wade. Thrusting hard with his hips, he bites into the upper trapezius muscle of Wade's shoulder, deep enough to satisfy the ache in his canines, and Wade screams in pleasure, shaking and cumming against Logan's hand and the wedge.

"Hope that was as good for you as it was for me. See you again next week. Bye bye," Vanessa purrs on the screen. Her stream ends.

After, Wade is quiet, soft smile on his face, eyes closed.

He only goes silent when he's like this, fucked into a place without words (or if he's temporarily dead). The Mouth talks in his sleep. Talks during movies. Talks to himself while doing chores around the apartment, claiming he's talking to the obliviously napping Mary Puppins. Talks while torturing evil scientists with careful slashes of Baby Knife. Tries to talk dirty around Logan's cock in his mouth. Althea accuses Wade of living with a blind woman so he has an excuse to constantly narrate life out loud.

Logan proudly basks in the precious silence.

After cleaning himself at the sink, Logan comes back from the bathroom with a warm washcloth for Wade. He rolls Wade's enormous, limp form off the wedge onto the mattress, and tosses the pillow prop onto the laundry pile. He'll strip the cover and wash it tomorrow. Wade lays on his back, smiling up at him, golden brown eyes gone love drunk and sweet. Logan bends and kisses him quickly, unable to resist. Hands him the washcloth. Naturally, Wade makes no move to clean himself, so after a beat Logan sighs and does it for him. Wade just sighs back and his eyes drift shut.

"Don't fall asleep upside down, Bub," Logan tells him. Wade's head is still pointed towards the foot of the bed. Sleepily, Wade drags himself partially upright and lurches towards the head of the bed, flopping onto their pillows with a heavy flump. Logan pulls up the rumpled top sheet and quilt, untangling the bedding so they can sleep comfortably, and covers Wade. He's already breathing deeply, drifting off.

Logan finds his pajama pants on the floor and puts them on, shuts down the laptop and goes to put the TV tray back in the kitchen.

His phone vibrates on the counter. Texts from Ness, of course. She's checking in after the scene, he knows her well. Always considerate about aftercare, even from afar.

U okay?
Wade told me what a strong boy u were
Made us feel so good
I love you, Logan.

He texts back.

Then, he pours two glasses of red wine. Rummages in the fridge for a snack. She'll be hungry after work.

Twenty minutes later, a soft knock at their door. He opens it. Vanessa, of course, smelling fresh from a shower, with a slight whiff of Dopinder's cab on her jacket, her hair still wet, pulled up into a topknot. She's not at a character anymore, just herself. Now wearing a soft, baggy pajama set with a fresh scrubbed face and some leather slippers. She looks completely different, but for the black nerdy plastic glasses. She's still wearing them. Nessa looks over the top of the frames at him, all big dark eyes and long lashes, a little knowing smirk on her face. He bends and kisses her right there in the doorway. Not lustily, but with a deep gratitude and reverence, something he can't quite put into words. They simply hold each other in the doorway for a moment.

He tries, "That was wonderful. I love you, too, Vanessa. You were incredible. Thank you."

It doesn't cover it. But she smiles up at him radiantly, and he steps aside to let her in. Mary Puppins toddles over, not bothering to bark when she sees who is coming in at this late hour. Vanessa kneels for a pat, Mary immediately rolling belly up in adoration. Logan knows exactly how she feels.

They cuddle on the couch for awhile. Logan happy to be touching her after being denied it. Some nature show playing on TV that neither are really paying full attention to. They share a late night snack and another glass of wine. They don't talk much, no words really necessary. She's in post performance mode, dreamy, letting the extroverted energy drain out of her body. Mary Puppins, a snuggle magnet just like her other Papa, comes over and begs for uppies and her share of the midnight cheese plate. Vanessa lifts her up to her lap, sneaks her a bite of salami. Logan pulls Vanessa's feet into his lap and rubs them until she starts to fall asleep. Mary snores softly.

Logan sits up a little longer. TV off, just listening to the night. He doesn't need to sleep as much as his lovers do. He likes the nighttime, being alone but still having them close. He's better when they're all together, feels safer. Being split between two apartments has gotten harder than it used to be just six months ago. He'd like to find a place big enough for them to all live together full time. Build them a bed for three. Somewhere close by, so they can still keep watch over Al. He'll start looking tomorrow.

The early morning hours grow chilly. Logan is ready for the warmth of their bed. He stands up, waking Ness. They do the sleepy eyed, bedtime routine of brushing teeth and such. She loosely braids her long hair so it won't tangle in the night or get pinned under a heavily sleeping mutate who doesn't believe in personal space.

The bed is much too narrow for three adults. Wade is taking it all up by himself. Sleeping on his back, like a pink starfish. They manage to squeeze in on either side of him. Wade murmurs a pleased, sleepy sound of welcome to Vanessa when she tucks herself against him, but doesn't really wake. Logan throws a leg over Wade's thigh, reaches a hand across Wade's belly so he can rest it on Nessa's hip. She puts a small, cool hand on top of his. His eyes close. He listens to their slow, steady heartbeats.

It should be far too crowded for the canonically claustrophobic Logan, with three in his small room and smaller bed, but somehow, it feels like the perfect fit.

They sleep.