Logan Gnaws On Things As If He’s Constantly Teething. He’s Always Done It, And Typically Resorted

Logan gnaws on things as if he’s constantly teething. He’s always done it, and typically resorted to chewing the inside of his cheek or the rim of a bottle in the past. It was more acceptable that way. No one really batted an eye, nor did he make a big deal about it

Well, until Wade picked up on it.

He first noticed it when Logan would chew and grind his teeth against the glass rim of some cheap whiskey that lasted a grand three hours, at best, on a bad day.

After that, Wade would discreetly offer things for Logan to chew on, most of which were immediately denied.

Until one night Althea, Wade, and Logan were all sitting in the living space of their apartment, watching some British tv show that Wade was heavily interested in. He was practically latched onto Logan, arm wrapped around his shoulders and leaning into the latter.

Halfway through the night, Logan had slowly brought Wade’s hand to his mouth, gnawing on the knuckle of the mercenary.

Wade was ecstatic to say the least. He didn’t dare move an inch incase Logan suddenly became self-aware and pulled away.

Wade didn’t care about the slobber collecting on his hand, nor the idle pain from Logan’s canines digging into his skin. He barely even cared for the show now, watching Logan completely space out instead. The soft blue light from the TV illuminated Logan’s face almost beautifully, and Wade couldn’t help but be enamored.

He rested his head down on Logan’s shoulder finally (very slowly as to not alert the man), relaxing into the sensation and the fluttering in his stomach.

He prayed the moment wouldn’t ever end, closing his eyes and listening to Logan’s breathing. He could stay there forever if whatever celestial being allowed it.