Thinking about one of those nights after a very good date. Peter always gets a little lonely and pouty when Wade's out of town. Now that the kids are out of the house, Wade's been taking more and more jobs away. They pay a ton, Peter knows this. That's not the problem. He just misses him.
Which is normal, right? A lot of partners have some level of co dependency.. okay, maybe not.. maybe it was just his abandonment issues talking to him through the pitter patter of the hard rain on the windows.
Laying in bed, gaping and numb from the waist down; Peter was content with Logan, as he always was. Something about Logan brought this sense of stable security. A level-headed hunk was always hot. Since it's just the two of them and the dog now, Logan's been making an effort to take him out more, especially if Wade is away to try and ease his worry. Wade's a strong-willed and powerful, smart man. Slippery like an oiled up ferret. Wade called it "main charater plot armor." Logan said it's straight spite, resilliance, and training.
Laying next to the naked man, Peter litsens to his heartbeat. The bed feels bigger tonight, and yet Logan still held him close. Snores followed his heart like a rhythm, inhaling and exhaling through his nose the way a tired old man would. Part of this brought comfort to Peter. To know he will always have someone to hold him and keep him close even if Wade is away, but another part of him felt bad.
Logan was just so.. tired.. of everything. He heard his hip crack earlier when thrusting, and him groaning about his back this morning- Knees by lunch. Logan is 166 years older than him. He wonders how much pain he has to carry around on a daily basis.. Logan loves him. He wasn't blind or stupid. No man would get you a customized boutique, open all doors for you, hold your hand, kiss you in public, and take you for steak dinner if not. Completely on his own, too. Peter hadn't even mentioned a single work. Logan just took one look at him and decided himself.
Years of marriage and this stuff still make Peter more nervous than a cat on a floaty in the ocean. It gave him such a good feeling, though. It was a thick reminder that he's loved and cared for. Adored and cherished.
The sex is great. It always is regardless of which of the two was there- sometimes both. The hotness in his belly oozing out onto the sheets promised him that. Hell- the double orgasam was probably a good sign. But he knew thats not why he did it. No, Logan wasn't like that. He was one of those rare old timey gentlemen who didnt believe in hook up culture- well, at least not in his old age anymore.
Logan brought him home, kissed his cheek, and dropped him off at his room with a heart felt 'goodnight' chat, giving him the utter and full choice to come to the master bedroom or not when he was ready. It was easy to see why anyone loved him. How many have, and how many hurt him. Why? Peter would never know, but he knew he never would be that person.
Peter takes a deep breath, rolling over to kiss his cheek multiple times, making the noise he likes as he nuzzled up under his chin, nestleing himself in his big, strong arms. Logan grunts, a soft midnight complaint before his grip tightened, keeping him there, trapping him until morning. He muttered something under his breath about 'No more tonight, Darlin', scratching his beard over Peter's cheek with a deep purr.
Peter loved his purrs. They were so comforting and didn't mind that rumble in his chest. In fact, he thought it was splendid. The thick purrs he made to fill the air instantly sent him on his way to sleep city. His eyes drooped, becoming heavy as he yawned. Finally, despite the loud booms of thunder, Peter falls asleep again, happy, and completely filled with love..
