[He corrects, punctuating it with a rougher jab inside of him.
In Cable's eyes, Wade has needy submissive written all over him and so there's no question to him that their designations are accurate. He does question how quickly he gets hard when he riles Wade up now, but it's not a problem for him now.
Cable almost laughs at Wade's promise, it comes out as sort of a hoarse, amused cough.]
I doubt that. [His finger goes back to curling inquisitively, pressing and searching for the spots that make Wade the most weak.]
[ That rough thrust of his finger makes Wade's back stiffen, but Cable's right — Wade has to come to terms with the fact that he was fucking made for this, is the very picture of a needy, bratty submissive. One who deserves the very disbelieving laugh that barks out of Cable.
Wade trembles when that searching finger tests his hole again, and turns out said hot spots are easy to find and plentiful, or at least Wade is that level of turned on. Wade presses into it, twisting his ass to help him map out what gets him off, his breaths hitching in his chest as he lets out a higher pitched groan. He can feel himself coiling up, that strangely pleasant buzzy sensation that builds and builds when his ass is played with that blooms out from his hips in radiating pleasure. ]
[Cable murmurs, his voice carries a warm, affectionate pride that he knows Wade will soak up like a sponge.
He hums as he explores Wade, his free fingers moving to massage under Wade's hole and over his balls.
Cable leans over the top of Wade so he can feel his erection against the back of his thigh. His metal hand moves over the top of Wade's hand, interlocking their fingers and squeezing.]
[ And Wade does drink it in, soaking that radiant praise like the sun itself. He grows wild under his touch, brown eyes rolling up behind his eyelids as he grumbles through the beautiful sensation of being fingered to the very edge of bliss. ]
Ugh — [ Wade gasps, hauling air into his lungs as he grasps Cable's metal hand in return, his grip trembling as he feels himself rolling from one anal orgasm into another. Wade moans, his hole twitching as he pushes his hips back, feels the renewed steel in Cable's cock. And as if everything else Cable was doing wasn't enough, the fact that he's hard again triggers another, stronger wave. ] What do you think I'm doing right now? You're driving me fucking crazy, fuck!
[ Weeping from the tip of his cock is a steady, clear thread of pre-cum and Cable reduces Wade to vowel sounds. Wade's breathing turns into increasingly louder groans until he's clearly peaking, melting from the inside out. It's when his body starts to quake uncontrollably, his hole twitching around Cable's fingers that his cock pulses out against the shower wall. ]
[Cable soaks in the view, watching pleasure ripple over Wade makes him almost weak at the knees himself. It is enhanced by how dizzying the warm water and steam makes the experience. It's so intoxicating it almost tricks him into feeling an intense pang of affection for Wade as he clenched around his finger.
Definitely just the horniness. Nothing more.
Cable clenches Wade's hand and thrusts his finger up hard as he hits the mark.]
Yeah. [Low, but loud.]
Good boy. Good.
[He mutters hoarsely and his finger withdraws. He hasn't prepped very generously, but he's half fucking insane with how much he wants to fuck this stupid, bald idiot again.
Cable repositions Wade's hips with his free hand, pulling aside his cheek and thrusting his cock deep inside of him.
He groans at how tight Wade is, how much hotter he is than the water. It's a perfect fucking fit. He squeezes his hand again.]
Found something you're good for.
Edited (God is punishing me for tagging too fast) 2024-09-25 13:39 (UTC)
[ Wade is going to have a lot to process after tonight. And really, is there any questioning why he's smitten with Cable? The man is dropping one breathtaking kinky talent after another on Wade, leaving him reeling in the fact that Cable fucks and it's quickly becoming the best sex of his life. Wade makes a hoarse, delighted gasp as his hips are pulled over, drunk off the praise and buzzy pleasure of a hard orgasm.
Cable fucks the air out of his lungs and he starts to let out a giddy laugh, straining against the shower wall to look at Cable from over his shoulder. Cable is blowing his mind, being a fucking machine and sex god wrapped up in a little package. ]
How the fuck are you so good at this?
[ Wade bucks back hard enough that the wet slap of their bodies echoes over the sound of rushing water, and he grunts. Cable thrusts into him in one hot, hard go, lets out a hotter groan and then says that delicious line. Wade goes wild, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip onto Cable's hand. ]
Mh, m-yeah! Your fucking hole to cum in. [ Wade gasps. ] Y, you're amazing!
[Cable says coolly, to obscure the fact that Wade is turning him on so intensely he feels like he's losing his fucking mind. Of course, it helps to have a partner as receptive and eager as him, but truly he's just awakening things that have been dormant in Cable for a long time.
Cable's hand repositions to sit where Wade's body folds over, using the leverage it gives him to roughly yank him back and thrust him forward with his cock. It feels like a lot of pent up frustration is being ass-slapped out of him, so he draws in a deep breath to stop himself from getting too excited by Wade's words.]
It's-- you. [Hoarse again, just barely audible over the shower.]
[ The arm slung low around his hips is insane and Cable doesn't fuck him angry so much as frustrated and it's a distinction that makes holding onto Cable's hand like he's holding on for dear life a lot more interesting. Wade's still sensitive, so all this rough fucking has him feeling like his legs are turning to jelly, his grunts and groans twisting away from giddy into slutty, orgasmic vowel sounds with every hard slap of skin on skin. ]
Guh — God!
[ Wade's other hand skates around on the wet shower wall as his body jitters with another climax from getting pounded so hard that he gets black spots in his vision. He feels like he's about to go insane himself from getting fucked senseless, screaming himself hoarse. Wade's lips tighten over his mouth, a keening groan through his nose as he floats through that delicious, buzzy wave. ]
[Cable is so drunk from ecstacy and lust he nearly feels dizzy. He's grateful for their interlocked hands anchoring him and he rubs slow circles with his thumb over Wade's hand. It's a near insignificant amount of contact considering he's all the way up Wade's ass, but it means everything. That he's grateful, that he wants this-- wants Wade and he's here. Very present in this moment.
The presence of thought is lovely, it helps him acknowledge that he's doing this to Wade. He's making him cry out like this without breaking him. The allure of being a dominant has never been so apparent, though it's a feeling Cable isn't totally unfamiliar with. He's always been good at breaking someone down, he just has a partner who bounces back faster than he can ruin him.
He allows himself to enjoy every clench and jerk from Wade, the pleasure builds in him and his thrusts get more and more erratic. The arm around Wade is almost fully supporting him as he grinds into him.
Then, finally, Cable's hips rock deep, forcing him far inside Wade as he comes. It feels almost violent the way he finishes, his thighs are marked red from rutting against Wade and he struggles for a moment to support both of them. He groans, sharp, loud and shuddering, followed by:]
[ While Cable thinks of the allure of being a Dominant, Wade has to come to terms with the dawning realization that he's made for this, that his designation was what allows this to happen. It's the kind of realization that drops the floor out from under Wade, takes his breath away, makes him dizzy and delirious long after. The kind of existential crisis Wade is utterly, completely unprepared for.
Right now all he knows is he feels incredible, floating on an exhausting number of delicious sensations, and thanks to the way he anchors him by hand, he knows it's because of Cable. ]
Nate — [ Wade gulps for air, his voice wrecked. ] I've nuh, never been fucked like that.
[ He realizes he never calls him by his name, only ever Cable, and that makes his throat grow tight. He feels so overwhelmed that he reaches back for something to hold onto, his shoulder, the nape of his neck, something. Chest heaving, he struggles to catch his breath. ]
[Cable can't remember the last time anyone other than Ororo used his real name, to the extent that it feels strange to hear it. But he likes the way it sounds, coming from Wade.]
Uh-huh.
[It sounds dismissive, but he keeps his arm locked around Wade's middle. He takes a moment to catch his breath and eases them back against the wall behind them, letting Wade's stupid, tall body envelope him. His cock is still in him and he finds not immediately pulling out extends the intimacy in a way he enjoys.
Once he catches his breath and processes, he asks:]
[ Wade's got a total of what, four inches on him? Not much, but when he's risen to his full height — frankly, an impossibility when he's feeling this unsteady on his legs — it's easy to know why Cable would feel dwarfed. Wade grimaces as his joints complain about the change in position, his hands feeling blindly for Cable's body behind him, one hand reaching for his head, the other for his hand, bringing his arm around his waist in an embrace. ]
Fucked stupid.
[ Wade says, dreamily. He doesn't try to extract himself because he fucking loves it. ]
I came... so much. Many times? I dunno, I'm just... fuck.
[Cable corrects, with absolutely no humor in his voice.
He allows his arm to be moved, metal arm softly whirring as he draws himself around Wade. There is a voice in his head asking why he's cuddling this idiot, but it does feel right.]
You've been getting fucked stupid since you got here.
[Again, it's this dismissiveness that refuses to allow any actual compliments or feelings of significance from Wade to stick to him for long.]
I've been sucking dick, giving it... but I meant what I said.
[ But like hell he'll move and let Cable have an excuse to fall out of him, he's thriving here. Loving the novelty of having Cable up in his fucking ass. Doesn't stop him from admitting, casually: ]
Sat on my boyfriend's face and he stuck a vibe in there. That came close. Sorry, what point were you trying to make?
[Unfortunately, Wade continues to have a sweet laugh that makes the hair on Cable's arms prickle affectionately. Which is completely normal between not-friends.]
Sounds like you like being fucked by me more than your boyfriend.
[Pointed out flatly, offering no indication as to whether that pleases Cable or not or whether it's a risky line of thinking.]
[ Wade extracts himself from Cable the moment the word 'boyfriend' leaves his mouth, turning around in his arms to look down at him. Crowding him against the wall. He thinks he's being fucked with, and when that happens, Wade wants to prove a point. ]
You sound jealous.
[ He might be feeling Cable leaking out of his ass and running down his leg, but that's not stopping his focus in this moment. His mouth tugs into a smirk. ]
Bold of you, sir, when we're not dating. [ But the moment those words leave his mouth, he immediately regrets them, hates that it pits two unequal opponents that shouldn't be opponents in the first place. Instead, Wade claps a hand over his bald head and tries again. ] You just got here, moose knuckle. What are you trying to prove?
[Cable is slightly surprised he's not the one doing the extracting here, but he is infuriatingly unflappable. He straightens up, cocking a brow at Wade.]
You said it, not me.
[And now he's visibly irritated, snatching the soap back from the shelving and washing his privates like he doesn't love himself.
The sullen silence indicates that he is not planning on addressing anything else Wade pointed out.]
[ Wade won't ask where he went just now, because sometimes when you're feeling really intensely, you go to a place that's not where you meant to go, brains are just... fucky like that. Wade tries to gently take the bar of soap away from him to take better, more tender care of washing Cable up. ]
You were amazing. [ Wade praises, hand sliding around to the small of his back, pressing his forehead against Cables. ] But I've only been here a month, even I need time to adjust to this. [ A pause. ] I feel like I need to show you what that feels like, how crazy it feels to get fingered until you fucking cum and then again and again.
[ Wade drops down to his knees, looking up at him. So fucking undone by the way Cable had just dismantled him since he walked in that door that he feels like he has to prove something, smooth over whatever misconception he has. There's no pecking order Cable can't fit into as far as Wade is concerned, and he'll use his mouth to prove it. ] Turn around, and show me your fuckin' hole.
[Unlike Wade, sometimes Cable just stops talking when he thinks he'll say something he regrets instead of saying more things he'll regret.
He allows the soap to be comandeered from him, but he just stands there like he's a comatose patient being spongebathed instead of an active participant.
Wade starts babbling, and Cable's brow furrows as they pivot from jealousy to shared experiences rapidly. Then he's talking about putting his fingers up Cable's ass, and that's where he draws the line.
Cable looks utterly bewildered for a second, then frowns. He holds a hand out for Wade when he says, firmly:]
You're not sticking anything up my ass.
[He takes a step into the stream of water, rinsing himself off.]
Clean up. We're wasting water.
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[ Wade says, shoulders sagging. God, he really cannot get out of his own way, can he? Wade accepts Cable's hand, because it's better than comatose patient, and then he's working double time to finger the cum out of his own ass. Which is still really fucking sensitive, by the way. ]
Ungh, fuck.
[ Wade shoves his fingers in and scissors them around, mourning he didn't do it sooner, before his body and its regeneration factor kicked in to snap him right back to anal virgin status. He finally does claw most of Cable out of him with a relieved sigh and he tries his very best not to make it sound slutty. Fails, obviously, because Wade can't fucking turn it off even if he wanted to. ]
Okay, okay, I'm done. [ Wade replaces the soap where it belongs and snaps his attention to him, back on his feet. ] Sir.
[Cable is making an active decision to ignore the slutty sounds from Wade as he cleans himself. Part of him thinks he should help, part of him remembers that's what got them in this mess in the first place.
Cable shakes out his wet hair with his fingers, leaning past Wade to shut off the water and nodding at him.]
Good work.
[He actually kind of means that.
He steps out of the shower, offering Wade a fresh, warm towel and taking one himself.]
[ Wade accepts it, obviously, because he can't just go air drying in Cable shiny new place, plus it's really soft and warm so he practically nuzzles the thing with a sigh before throwing it over his shoulders and drying himself off. It's like that kind of warm from clothes fresh from a good dryer, so fucking addictive.
Plus, he keeps getting fed little treats of praise, and that, hot on the heels of feeling like he may have overstepped feels really nice too. It also gives him time to think, because so much has happened tonight already that he isn't giving himself any time to process it. It's when he's halfway down wiping his legs dry when he starts to laugh again. ]
'Good'? That was fucking life-changing for me!
[ Wade ties the towel around his waist and steps over to Cable, automatically trying to help dry him off. He's received a bit of house-training, it would appear. Rowena's the one to thank. ]
[Cable, ever self-sufficient, is ruffling his hair with a towel to dry it. Without the gel in it, he looks remarkably dishevelled, which matches his general mood. Now he's fucked Wade thrice and came inside of him twice, which puts them in a decidedly strange position.
Wade seems far better equipped for this, but Cable knows better than to take cues from him. Even if they've had striking similarities about certain things before.
This time, Cable isn't comatose when Wade starts to service him, but he does catch his hand gently.]
I can dry myself.
[And he knows that Wade knows that so although he rests his hand on Wade's, he's not really stopping him.]
[ Wade stops, but only for a moment. Because that touch is surprisingly gentle, like a lot of what's happened tonight -- surprising, not necessarily gentle. ]
I could eat.
[ Wade takes the towel anyway, using both hands to gather the plush fabric against Cable's chest as he scrubs it down the front of him, then swings it out over his shoulders to get his back, moving in closer. ]
But then I have to go back to Rowena's. [ Wade takes the end of the towel to rub it under his arm, taking special care with the metal half, because there's a lot of crevases in there and he doesn't know how Cable exactly handles that. His voice is quieter when he adds: ] Even if I don't want to.
[ But he doesn't like how that sounds, because Rowena's been nothing but kind to him. ]
[Cable's arm whirs gently as he twists it to accomodate Wade. He's watching carefully, but so far Wade is being surprisingly attentive and gentle and not jamming his fingers in there like he might’ve when they first met.
Cable just barely winces, but masks it relatively quickly and just starts to take the towel from Wade so he can wrap it around himself.]
It's different when you don't have a choice.
[Somberly. He reaches out and teases his metal fingers over Wade's jawline to make him look at him.]
And you chose to come here tonight. So I'm glad.
[Is he smiling? Not really. He's hungry. He leaves the bathroom to order room service and he orders for Wade because he doesn't trust him.
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[He corrects, punctuating it with a rougher jab inside of him.
In Cable's eyes, Wade has needy submissive written all over him and so there's no question to him that their designations are accurate. He does question how quickly he gets hard when he riles Wade up now, but it's not a problem for him now.
Cable almost laughs at Wade's promise, it comes out as sort of a hoarse, amused cough.]
I doubt that. [His finger goes back to curling inquisitively, pressing and searching for the spots that make Wade the most weak.]
You're a lot of fucking work.
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[ That rough thrust of his finger makes Wade's back stiffen, but Cable's right — Wade has to come to terms with the fact that he was fucking made for this, is the very picture of a needy, bratty submissive. One who deserves the very disbelieving laugh that barks out of Cable.
Wade trembles when that searching finger tests his hole again, and turns out said hot spots are easy to find and plentiful, or at least Wade is that level of turned on. Wade presses into it, twisting his ass to help him map out what gets him off, his breaths hitching in his chest as he lets out a higher pitched groan. He can feel himself coiling up, that strangely pleasant buzzy sensation that builds and builds when his ass is played with that blooms out from his hips in radiating pleasure. ]
Ungh! Mm, yeah — You fucking love it.
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[Cable murmurs, his voice carries a warm, affectionate pride that he knows Wade will soak up like a sponge.
He hums as he explores Wade, his free fingers moving to massage under Wade's hole and over his balls.
Cable leans over the top of Wade so he can feel his erection against the back of his thigh. His metal hand moves over the top of Wade's hand, interlocking their fingers and squeezing.]
I want you to come again.
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Ugh — [ Wade gasps, hauling air into his lungs as he grasps Cable's metal hand in return, his grip trembling as he feels himself rolling from one anal orgasm into another. Wade moans, his hole twitching as he pushes his hips back, feels the renewed steel in Cable's cock. And as if everything else Cable was doing wasn't enough, the fact that he's hard again triggers another, stronger wave. ] What do you think I'm doing right now? You're driving me fucking crazy, fuck!
[ Weeping from the tip of his cock is a steady, clear thread of pre-cum and Cable reduces Wade to vowel sounds. Wade's breathing turns into increasingly louder groans until he's clearly peaking, melting from the inside out. It's when his body starts to quake uncontrollably, his hole twitching around Cable's fingers that his cock pulses out against the shower wall. ]
Holy shit, nngh!
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Definitely just the horniness. Nothing more.
Cable clenches Wade's hand and thrusts his finger up hard as he hits the mark.]
Yeah. [Low, but loud.]
Good boy. Good.
[He mutters hoarsely and his finger withdraws. He hasn't prepped very generously, but he's half fucking insane with how much he wants to fuck this stupid, bald idiot again.
Cable repositions Wade's hips with his free hand, pulling aside his cheek and thrusting his cock deep inside of him.
He groans at how tight Wade is, how much hotter he is than the water. It's a perfect fucking fit. He squeezes his hand again.]
Found something you're good for.
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Cable fucks the air out of his lungs and he starts to let out a giddy laugh, straining against the shower wall to look at Cable from over his shoulder. Cable is blowing his mind, being a fucking machine and sex god wrapped up in a little package. ]
How the fuck are you so good at this?
[ Wade bucks back hard enough that the wet slap of their bodies echoes over the sound of rushing water, and he grunts. Cable thrusts into him in one hot, hard go, lets out a hotter groan and then says that delicious line. Wade goes wild, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip onto Cable's hand. ]
Mh, m-yeah! Your fucking hole to cum in. [ Wade gasps. ] Y, you're amazing!
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[Cable says coolly, to obscure the fact that Wade is turning him on so intensely he feels like he's losing his fucking mind. Of course, it helps to have a partner as receptive and eager as him, but truly he's just awakening things that have been dormant in Cable for a long time.
Cable's hand repositions to sit where Wade's body folds over, using the leverage it gives him to roughly yank him back and thrust him forward with his cock. It feels like a lot of pent up frustration is being ass-slapped out of him, so he draws in a deep breath to stop himself from getting too excited by Wade's words.]
It's-- you. [Hoarse again, just barely audible over the shower.]
You drive me fucking insane.
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Guh — God!
[ Wade's other hand skates around on the wet shower wall as his body jitters with another climax from getting pounded so hard that he gets black spots in his vision. He feels like he's about to go insane himself from getting fucked senseless, screaming himself hoarse. Wade's lips tighten over his mouth, a keening groan through his nose as he floats through that delicious, buzzy wave. ]
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The presence of thought is lovely, it helps him acknowledge that he's doing this to Wade. He's making him cry out like this without breaking him. The allure of being a dominant has never been so apparent, though it's a feeling Cable isn't totally unfamiliar with. He's always been good at breaking someone down, he just has a partner who bounces back faster than he can ruin him.
He allows himself to enjoy every clench and jerk from Wade, the pleasure builds in him and his thrusts get more and more erratic. The arm around Wade is almost fully supporting him as he grinds into him.
Then, finally, Cable's hips rock deep, forcing him far inside Wade as he comes. It feels almost violent the way he finishes, his thighs are marked red from rutting against Wade and he struggles for a moment to support both of them. He groans, sharp, loud and shuddering, followed by:]
Fuck, Wade.
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Right now all he knows is he feels incredible, floating on an exhausting number of delicious sensations, and thanks to the way he anchors him by hand, he knows it's because of Cable. ]
Nate — [ Wade gulps for air, his voice wrecked. ] I've nuh, never been fucked like that.
[ He realizes he never calls him by his name, only ever Cable, and that makes his throat grow tight. He feels so overwhelmed that he reaches back for something to hold onto, his shoulder, the nape of his neck, something. Chest heaving, he struggles to catch his breath. ]
Please don't let go, my legs are fucked.
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Uh-huh.
[It sounds dismissive, but he keeps his arm locked around Wade's middle. He takes a moment to catch his breath and eases them back against the wall behind them, letting Wade's stupid, tall body envelope him. His cock is still in him and he finds not immediately pulling out extends the intimacy in a way he enjoys.
Once he catches his breath and processes, he asks:]
Fucked like what?
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Fucked stupid.
[ Wade says, dreamily. He doesn't try to extract himself because he fucking loves it. ]
I came... so much. Many times? I dunno, I'm just... fuck.
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[Cable corrects, with absolutely no humor in his voice.
He allows his arm to be moved, metal arm softly whirring as he draws himself around Wade. There is a voice in his head asking why he's cuddling this idiot, but it does feel right.]
You've been getting fucked stupid since you got here.
[Again, it's this dismissiveness that refuses to allow any actual compliments or feelings of significance from Wade to stick to him for long.]
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I've been sucking dick, giving it... but I meant what I said.
[ But like hell he'll move and let Cable have an excuse to fall out of him, he's thriving here. Loving the novelty of having Cable up in his fucking ass. Doesn't stop him from admitting, casually: ]
Sat on my boyfriend's face and he stuck a vibe in there. That came close. Sorry, what point were you trying to make?
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Sounds like you like being fucked by me more than your boyfriend.
[Pointed out flatly, offering no indication as to whether that pleases Cable or not or whether it's a risky line of thinking.]
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You sound jealous.
[ He might be feeling Cable leaking out of his ass and running down his leg, but that's not stopping his focus in this moment. His mouth tugs into a smirk. ]
Bold of you, sir, when we're not dating. [ But the moment those words leave his mouth, he immediately regrets them, hates that it pits two unequal opponents that shouldn't be opponents in the first place. Instead, Wade claps a hand over his bald head and tries again. ] You just got here, moose knuckle. What are you trying to prove?
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You said it, not me.
[And now he's visibly irritated, snatching the soap back from the shelving and washing his privates like he doesn't love himself.
The sullen silence indicates that he is not planning on addressing anything else Wade pointed out.]
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[ Wade won't ask where he went just now, because sometimes when you're feeling really intensely, you go to a place that's not where you meant to go, brains are just... fucky like that. Wade tries to gently take the bar of soap away from him to take better, more tender care of washing Cable up. ]
You were amazing. [ Wade praises, hand sliding around to the small of his back, pressing his forehead against Cables. ] But I've only been here a month, even I need time to adjust to this. [ A pause. ] I feel like I need to show you what that feels like, how crazy it feels to get fingered until you fucking cum and then again and again.
[ Wade drops down to his knees, looking up at him. So fucking undone by the way Cable had just dismantled him since he walked in that door that he feels like he has to prove something, smooth over whatever misconception he has. There's no pecking order Cable can't fit into as far as Wade is concerned, and he'll use his mouth to prove it. ] Turn around, and show me your fuckin' hole.
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He allows the soap to be comandeered from him, but he just stands there like he's a comatose patient being spongebathed instead of an active participant.
Wade starts babbling, and Cable's brow furrows as they pivot from jealousy to shared experiences rapidly. Then he's talking about putting his fingers up Cable's ass, and that's where he draws the line.
Cable looks utterly bewildered for a second, then frowns. He holds a hand out for Wade when he says, firmly:]
You're not sticking anything up my ass.
[He takes a step into the stream of water, rinsing himself off.]
Clean up. We're wasting water.
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[ Wade says, shoulders sagging. God, he really cannot get out of his own way, can he? Wade accepts Cable's hand, because it's better than comatose patient, and then he's working double time to finger the cum out of his own ass. Which is still really fucking sensitive, by the way. ]
Ungh, fuck.
[ Wade shoves his fingers in and scissors them around, mourning he didn't do it sooner, before his body and its regeneration factor kicked in to snap him right back to anal virgin status. He finally does claw most of Cable out of him with a relieved sigh and he tries his very best not to make it sound slutty. Fails, obviously, because Wade can't fucking turn it off even if he wanted to. ]
Okay, okay, I'm done. [ Wade replaces the soap where it belongs and snaps his attention to him, back on his feet. ] Sir.
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Cable shakes out his wet hair with his fingers, leaning past Wade to shut off the water and nodding at him.]
Good work.
[He actually kind of means that.
He steps out of the shower, offering Wade a fresh, warm towel and taking one himself.]
You did good. [Stop saying good.]
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Plus, he keeps getting fed little treats of praise, and that, hot on the heels of feeling like he may have overstepped feels really nice too. It also gives him time to think, because so much has happened tonight already that he isn't giving himself any time to process it. It's when he's halfway down wiping his legs dry when he starts to laugh again. ]
'Good'? That was fucking life-changing for me!
[ Wade ties the towel around his waist and steps over to Cable, automatically trying to help dry him off. He's received a bit of house-training, it would appear. Rowena's the one to thank. ]
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Wade seems far better equipped for this, but Cable knows better than to take cues from him. Even if they've had striking similarities about certain things before.
This time, Cable isn't comatose when Wade starts to service him, but he does catch his hand gently.]
I can dry myself.
[And he knows that Wade knows that so although he rests his hand on Wade's, he's not really stopping him.]
Are you staying to eat?
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I could eat.
[ Wade takes the towel anyway, using both hands to gather the plush fabric against Cable's chest as he scrubs it down the front of him, then swings it out over his shoulders to get his back, moving in closer. ]
But then I have to go back to Rowena's. [ Wade takes the end of the towel to rub it under his arm, taking special care with the metal half, because there's a lot of crevases in there and he doesn't know how Cable exactly handles that. His voice is quieter when he adds: ] Even if I don't want to.
[ But he doesn't like how that sounds, because Rowena's been nothing but kind to him. ]
Not that she isn't nice. She's very good to me.
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Cable just barely winces, but masks it relatively quickly and just starts to take the towel from Wade so he can wrap it around himself.]
It's different when you don't have a choice.
[Somberly. He reaches out and teases his metal fingers over Wade's jawline to make him look at him.]
And you chose to come here tonight. So I'm glad.
[Is he smiling? Not really. He's hungry. He leaves the bathroom to order room service and he orders for Wade because he doesn't trust him.
While they wait, he peels on a pair of pants.]