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Every now and then, Wade comes back from ‘work’ to track Logan down to a shitty little bar on the same street as their apartment. (‘Cause sometimes he just misses seeing his Logey Bear!)

He wants to hang out, gab about the latest gossip, swaddle the other man in layers of innuendo with the dead end flirting Logan’s becoming more and more accustomed to entertaining, even if only for Wade’s benefit. (Whatever, a merc can dream this is going somewhere, can’t he?) So off Wade goes to collect him and impose his company upon him.

Logan’s just standing up from the bar when Wade walks in and spots those unmistakable kitty ear cowlicks from the back.

“Lo-Lo!” Wade beams, skipping merrily over to deliver the slap of all slaps upon Logan’s unsuspecting rear. Kneading a plush cheek like it’s a delicate cashmere for a moment.

“Hey, asshole! I told you to quit- Oh… You.”

It’s almost affectionate in a way. This kind of resignation that Logan is unfortunately both acquainted with and fond of Wade and his antics when they come assaulting him, a small smile tilting his lips. But Wade doesn’t have the time to let it go to his presumptuous head that he may be getting closer and closer to actually having a chance with this guy some day, because… who has been grabbing Logan’s ass at the bar?

Who the fuck has Logan been threatening to keep their hands to themselves?

Who is touching his Logan.

(Ps. Logan isn’t afraid of sticking up for himself or handling a handsy shithead. He is afraid of fucking things up for Wade and the others, though, so the claws stay in, and the death threats stay mild.)