Lunch.
Gender fluid Wade and Construction worker Wolvie have a picnic on his lunch break. His co workers tease him.
Logan never really understood why.
Why anyone in their right mind would ever love him.
It's something he wondered about often.
What idiot would be insane enough to ever lay their eyes on a beat-up man, hear about all the things he's done and not run for the hills?
Well, unfortunately, his idiot IS insane. So insane that he dragged him by the scruff of the neck into this universe and practically decided that day he was keeping him for himself.
Like a souvenir that catches your eye and glitters in the light every time it turns a certain way. The way a kaleidoscope intrigued a child. Wade had to have him, so he took him.
Though.. years later.. Logan still wondered why.
Why he kissed him good morning when it was time for work. Why he premade his coffee while he got dressed. Why he asked him about his day on his lunch breaks. Hell- why he made his lunch daily for him.
Why did Wade love him so much?
Rather, HOW did he love him at all? Knowing how stained his hands were with the amount of blood on them. The amount of dry wall dust and concrete couldn't change that. For each night when he comes home, the hot water and terrible water pressure wash off the grit that covers his sins.
Logan understood Wade's line of work wasn't much better. He wasn't dumb, and he knew how much Wilson killed. He knew that Wade's hands were just as drenched as his own, but Logan's stained his elbows like gardening gloves, and under Wade's gloves were the most softest and forgiving hands he's felt in a long time. They kind of reminded him of someone. From a long time ago. No, Wade's hands weren't smooth, but they were soft and sensitive, and each ridge nook and cranny dripped with a thick honey ambrosia that he couldn't find anywhere else.
The way they would rub over his knuckles after a rough day, how they'd run across his back after a nightmares, how they'd hold his own callused rough ones in line at the grocery store, not ashamed to be seen with him. Or how they'd touch his when holding the pole on the subway or when he hands him his brown lunch bag each morning with a kiss on the cheek.
Logan thought about the things Wade did for him. Even in the beginning, before those soft hands and sharp nails ran down his back. In the start, it was just fooling around. At least, that's what Logan thought. But he was wrong. They weren't made for that type of thing. He thought that in the beginning, Wade could teach him how to love. And maybe he'd learn how to love like him. How to be kind and funny and so ungodly annoying about such little things.
The way Wade would pout if Logan covered up too much near him. The way he'd bring Logan a beer just from him thinking about it, not even uttering a word. How he does his laundry with the special soap because the other soap Althea uses made him itchy. How he'd give him extra meat on his plate in the bulking seasons. The way he'd hold his hand and hum if he noticed his leg bouncing.
This all being said, Logan hated Wade. He hated his stupid bright smile and his pearly beauts of eyes. He hated how slim his waist was, how easily he could pull him close when Wade dragged him out to a dance bar. He hated how his nose crunched and how many micro expressions he had. He hates his crooked teeth and the few freckles he got in random places after regeneration. He hates how he talks about himself. That he's just an annoying fuckhead who dosnt deserve squat. Now, Wade is annoying.
He's annoying like the dark ring of coffee that stained the inside of his favorite mug, annoying yes, but no matter how much he scrubbed (and scrub he tried) it never left him, and now, after many have suggested just replacing the cup if the ring irrated him so much, mornings wouldn't be the same without it. Without him. Or.. them? Her?
Logan couldn't recall what they were wearing when he left the apartment.
Wade always said he just wanted to be a "prettyboy" with a pretty voice. That he wanted a pretty face and a pretty 'fat ass'.
Honestly, Logan was confused by this. Because to him, Wade already had all of those things.
Was he blind? Perhaps they could use his benefits to get their eyes checked.
Logan sometimes would stare at him. Map out in his memory, each little divet and detail of his face. It was like a game almost. Each week, it was slightly different. A different pattern, a different look. And Logan would never get sick of it.
Last week, Wade had a perfect heart on his cheek and each time Logan kissed it, he's flail his arms and whine, try to push his face away as if he was giving him the plague by holding him down and kissing his face like it was the last chance he'd get.
Some people were starcrossed lovers. Two identical falling stars crossing over one another like a strand of DNA, but not them. No, they were like the idiots staring at the sun during an eclipse and going to the ER together. They were a box of donuts at a cop station. Like red clay on a spinner. Mess flying everywhere to make a beautiful finished piece. Like Hydrogen and Oxygen. In some instances explsoive, in other cases, the entire building block of life. Both beautiful. Hot and bright like the sun and as calm and cool as the moon. They were like tall, pretty sunflowers and round thick tomato plants grown in the same garden, vines inseperable.
Speaking of sunflowers, his just rolled up in the truck. The song on the radio is still playing when he stepped out and down with a white chunky kitten heel, a red bow tied to the front clip. Pausing, he wasn't the only one who noticed.
Half the crew, Logan included blinked, wiping their brows as the old blue chevy door slammed. Out behind it came a wonderful lemon and white dotted knee lengthed dress, white lace on the bottom. Probably a petti coat if Logan knew anything about dresses. The front was tied up into a knot, the shoulders nothing but straps that also tied in the back.
One of the men stopped the jack hammer, turning to lean on it and whistled.
This immediately got a glare from Logan, who only took the cigar out of his mouth, putting it out on his boot before straightening up.
Wade is carrying a basket of sorts, smirking, smiling ever so wide that it makes the sun look dull. "Hi boys!" He coes, Waving.
Logan strips off his thick gloves, stuffing them into his pockets, licking his fingers. Taking off his hard hat, he begins to step forward, pushing back his hair.
The team murmurs and laughs, some calling him a loverboy or making kissy noise, others whistling more as Wade came close to the construction line.
He stands there like a boy nervous to ask his crush to homecoming. He ain't got anything to offer him, neither. This is until he spotted a small purple flower in the grass. Ripping it out the ground like its family owed him money, Logan's smile goes lopsided the moment Wade steps up to him.
"Heya Wolvie."
"H-hi.. what are you do-"
"That for me?" The Lashes batting and red lips gave Logan a good idea about what they were today. He blushes, noticing the big sun hat with a red bow hanging from the back, the brushed out blonde (blow out ruined by the wind), loose flowing hair sitting on her shoulders.
"Oh- uhm. Yeah." He whispers, Giving her the pretty little thing. "You er.. whatcha doin here, darling?"
As if Logan just admitted to cheating, Wade's face becomes offended, gasping as her hand comes to her stuffed chest. "How dare you. Can't I come see my husband without gettin' questioned?"
Logan's smile widdens, his canines showing. "Yeah, of course i's just.. it aint really common of ya to show up like this.. That's all.."
"Well.. I guess that means I outta come bug ya more often then, huh?"
"Heh.. yeah but..why?"
She lifts the picnic basket, smiling. "You forgot yer lunch so I thought I might as well join ya."
His heart feels like it's about to burst through his metal rib cage. "Yeah but... why?" He asks, again.
Wade tilts her head. "What you mean? You don't wanna have lunch with your wife?"
"No-"
"No!?"
"I-its not that its just-"
"What? Afraid i'll embaress ya infront of all your manly work friends??" Purposly, she leans over to look at the group of nosey men now standing about 30 feet away, definitely not eavesdropping. She wiggles her fingers, smirking. "Hi boys~" she says again, more gentle and seductively.
A couple turn dark, the majority jumping up to do a stupid fake task, one even going as far as picking up a broom and sweeping upside down.
It makes Wade giggle, though frown at the thought of Logan being ashamed of her.
"That's not what I meant. I-i meant.. it's not my lunch yet."
"It is now. Now come on or the chickens gonna get cold" She smiles, turning on her heel to go set off for a spot only for Logan to grab her shoulder.
Stopping, she turns again, raising a non existant brow, lips pursed with curiosity. "What?"
"Why?"
"Why what?" She asks again.
Logan swallows, glancing back and glaring at the men who were looking a bit too much before turning back to Wade, staring at those uncut diamond eyes. "Why did you bring me lunch? T-to have it.. with me.. I mean."
"I wanted to." She says blatantly, smiling and taking his hand, pulling him to a patch of half dead grass that seemed to spring up the moment Wade's heels touched it. Setting down the basket she takes out a blanket, begining to spread it out.
"But why?" He asks again, not being able to comprehend why someone would ever do this for him. Him of all people. The absolute worst that there is.
"Because I love you." Wade awnsers, mindlessly taking out a small cooked chicken, some fruit, crackers, cheese, and two bottled cokes. "I brought you some cake too, but i'm afraid that's a dessert item." She giggles.
The teasing makes him blush, feeling unatural as he sat next to a noisey work site across from such a pretty lady. Esspecially while he was covered in much dirt and dust.
"But.... why?" This is more of a whisper as he sits criss cross on the blanket, trying not to dirty it too much as Wade brought out a plate, starting to cut into the chicken and put some on a plate for him. "Here."
"Thanks.."
"Wait.. why what?" She asks, having still been snickering to herself in her head about her tease, the cake being her ass of course. Oh she should have brought some whipped cream. Dang it. That'd be funny.
Logan swallows as he takes the plate, gently poking at it with the small fork Wade gave him. "Why... I... i was just wondering.."
"What is it? Are you not hungry?" She asks, tilting her head innocently. The lashes weren't helping.
"No, no.. starving.. actually.. I just.." he trails off again as he feels tears well up in his eyes, realizing just how much work Wade put into such a simple gesture. She had gotten all gorgeous just to show off and make Logan's co-workers jealous and made such a good lunch for him. She could have just dropped it off, but instead, she came to have a mini date with him.
"Howlett! What are you doing!?" One of the managers call.
Wade turns, waving a napkin. "He's just having an early lunch! You can have'm back in an hour!!"
"W-wade you cant just-"
"Oh yes, I can. And if he wants to fuss about it, he can come tell it to my face. You deserve a nice sit-down lunch, Loagie Bear." She says, confident and beautiful. So much so that it make's Logan want to pull her in and kiss her right here and there.
He blinks, staring at her with wet eyes.
"...Why do you love me?" He asks, Cleary just as insane as Wade if he thought she didn't.
Sighing, she grins, putting those two cherry lips together into a pitiful smile. "It's such a foolish reason, i'm afraid.." She says, scooting closer, wiping his cheek of the single tear that fell.
"I just do."
Logan's heart explodes, sniffling as he grabs her, pulling her up on his lap into a big hug. Squealing, Wade giggles. "Logan!!"
He kisses her hard, letting his hands slip under her dress. This is until they hear a 'Whooo! Get it!' And suddenly Logan is red, ears crimson.
Wade giggles again, taking off the sunhat, holding it up to kiss Logan more. Yeah.. sorry, cheif. You weren't getting him back in an hour..
Logan didn't know how it happened, how he ended up with such a pretty as sin thang like her, but he knows it dont add up on paper.
She loves him the way he is. She's not just his ride or die but his biggest fan. She's got the devil's wicked smile and eyes of an angel. Any guy would be lucky to have her. And when he lays down at night with her in his arms, he can't stop but keep wondering why..
