#wade is playing checkers but logan's playing motherfucking sex chess

[obihoebikenobi]

Logan knows Wade likes a view.

In fact, the asshole won't shut up about how much he likes Logan's body and hair and eyes and ass--

So Logan decides to give Wade what he wants.

Logan takes his time getting dressed after his shower in the morning, dropping his towel and whistling to himself while he searches through his underwear drawer for a good couple of minutes, just to take out another pair of tight black briefs like he wears every damn day.

Wade just stares, head still stuffed into the pillow, but he's wide fucking awake, watching Logan's ass flex when he pulls on his briefs and stalks out of the room like couldn't feel Wade's gaze on his back the whole time.

Logan will walk around the house after a heavy dinner in just an unbuttoned pair of jeans and without a shirt, read his book and glance over his reading glasses at Wade's gaze lingering from where he's washing dishes in the kitchen.

When Logan goes out for a run he wears Wade's tightest, shortest shorts, the ones that ride up his thighs the moment he starts moving around.

He's so good at nonchalant partial nakedness and live action thirst trapping that Wade thinks he's just like that, and blissfully unaware of the effect he has on Wade. Specifically.

Wade can't get a rise out of him, can't say something shockingly horny enough to scare Logan out of going commando in gray fucking sweatpants.

So Wade resolves himself to his fate of a constant half-mast cock and fucking his fist in the shower thrice a day.

[maddpool]

#wade is playing checkers but logan's playing motherfucking sex chess

Logan knows Wade likes a view.

In fact, the asshole won't shut up about how much he likes Logan's body and hair and eyes and ass--

So Logan decides to give Wade what he wants.

Logan takes his time getting dressed after his shower in the morning, dropping his towel and whistling to himself while he searches through his underwear drawer for a good couple of minutes, just to take out another pair of tight black briefs like he wears every damn day.

Wade just stares, head still stuffed into the pillow, but he's wide fucking awake, watching Logan's ass flex when he pulls on his briefs and stalks out of the room like couldn't feel Wade's gaze on his back the whole time.

Logan will walk around the house after a heavy dinner in just an unbuttoned pair of jeans and without a shirt, read his book and glance over his reading glasses at Wade's gaze lingering from where he's washing dishes in the kitchen.

When Logan goes out for a run he wears Wade's tightest, shortest shorts, the ones that ride up his thighs the moment he starts moving around.

He's so good at nonchalant partial nakedness and live action thirst trapping that Wade thinks he's just like that, and blissfully unaware of the effect he has on Wade. Specifically.

Wade can't get a rise out of him, can't say something shockingly horny enough to scare Logan out of going commando in gray fucking sweatpants.

So Wade resolves himself to his fate of a constant half-mast cock and fucking his fist in the shower thrice a day.