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[Cable doesn't leave him hanging too long this time, so Wade should be prepared for the door to swing open by the power of telekinesis.

Cable himself is sitting in his armchair, inexplicably shirtless (the button up was annoying him) in sweatpants and socks with his feet up.

The apartment is more lived in now, with a probably familiar Cable-esque smell. It's still tidy, because Cable is anal. It is dimly lit but at least he isn't completely sitting in the dark.]

[ Thank fuck, he's home. Wade wasn't sure he'd actually be here, because let's face it — he could have dipped out to avoid dealing with this annoying butt plug. But Wade's actually relieved because it means he's not that annoying. Or at least, he's his annoying butt plug.

Wade comes in, manages to close the door behind him, head on a swivel as he tries to figure out where Cable's at. Finally, he sees him and crosses the floor, but ends up crawling the last few feet on his hands and knees because he really, really wants to rest his head in his lap. He buries his face in the dip between his thighs and murmurs a muffled: ]

I really wanted you two to fuck me in the ass.

[ Wade sulks, turning his face to rest his head on top of Cable's thighs. ]

Why are you so shirtless?

I'm not allowed to be shirtless in my own home?

[Cable just grunts as Wade positions himself as awkwardly as possible. He could kick him off, but he doesn't. He is becoming aware that offering small mercies is what got him in this mess, but he's in it now.]

Maybe you should have kept your mouth shut.

[Helpful.]

Sure, but you don't have to hit me with all that sexy all at once.

[ Wade snakes his arms around Cable's calves because trying to hug his waist is a little too much to ask right now. He tries to think back on what he said, can really only remember honey-nut-feelios and the sting of rejection. It's fine though, because Cable's not ignoring him. He's letting him have something. ]

...I'm sorry.

[ Wade says, his tone mildly whiny. ]

I'm feeling much more like myself now. A little drunk, but it'll pass in like no time.

You didn't say anything we both couldn't have figured out.

[It is surprisingly conciliatory, because Cable isn't sure how he feels but he knows he isn't shoving Wade off his legs.

He rests a hand on Wade's head for a moment, but it drops off.]

You didn't need to come here and tell me that. Go back to your boyfriend.

[ For a moment, the warmth of Cable's hand on his head feels so welcome, so nice. And then it's gone. Wade misses it immediately, so he searches around with his hand until he finds it, trying to clumsily thread their fingers together. ]

I know. And we're fine, by the way.

[ They have an understanding. Which might be helpful if Wade spent a little more time unpacking that for Cable, but he's kind of a open-relationship by default kind of guy these days. Wade lifts his head, looking up at Cable as he crawls a little higher up on the chair. ]

...You said I was your type. Doesn't that make us something more than just friends?

We're not friends either.

[Cable points out, because slipping into being callous is his comfort zone.

His hand hangs idly as Wade threads their fingers, but it stays. He even shifts a little to accomodate Wade, not realising he's just inviting him up into his lap.]

Whatever it is you want, I'm not.. [He cuts himself off before he can say ready for it because it feels disgustingly vulnerable and he doesn't even want to think about it.]

I don't know what you want from me.

[He admits, finally. Maybe he should stop guessing.]

[ Wade's used to letting Cable's meaner streaks slide off him, today had been wild and he can't really fault him for throwing up his defenses the only way he knew how. And that's because Wade can also feel him making space for him and it only draws him in, makes him climb the rest of the way up, knees dipping into the empty spaces on either side of Cable's hips as he finally settles on him. An uneven distribution of weight on his thighs as he leans in, rests his elbow on the back of the armchair and looks at him at an angle, with space enough to let him hold his hand. ]

I think you do.

[ But he can tell a lot from the way that thought catches in Cable's throat and he eases off. Wade rolls his head off his hand and rests it on the hard metal of his shoulder. ]

You already gave up a lot for me. [ And I'm being greedy. ] We don't have to talk about it.

[Well, here they are. Just two idiots in a chair that Wade has successfully wormed his way onto.

Cable's hands just rest either-side of him because he doesn't feel particularly cuddly, but he's looking up at Wade at least.]

It was for the betterment of humanity. [He argues, because you can never wrestle that bone from this old dog.]

And you're part of that. [He concedes.]

So we'll always be connected. [Which is such a shockingly gentle thing to say that he wants to leave, but instead qualifies it with:]

But I'm not your fucking boyfriend.

[ At least with Wade slouching like he is, half at an angle, he's relatively at eye-level with Cable, walking his fingers up Cable's bare chest as he tries his very best to navigate some very complicated feelings. He feels a kind of warmth at 'connected' and he couldn't agree more. Cable did, after all, save his life... and no matter how he tries to package it together for the good of humanity, he knows it's nothing so grand. See, Wade knows he doesn't matter, but despite that, he did it for him. ]

Not with that attitude.

[ He gives a soft snort-laugh, his hand flattening out over his chest as he nuzzles his head against the metal arm, acting like it's somehow comfortable despite it being anything but. It's just a part of Cable so he tolerates it like the rest of his hard, calloused bits. ]

...We're still totally fucking, right?

What else is there to do here?

[Except build weapons and hope you never get de-powered.

He hates how endearing that stupid laugh is. How comfortable and safe this feels. He doesn't even want to fuck now, he just likes the way it feels to be close with Wade safely on his lap.

Cable exhales slowly through his nose, sinking deeper into the chair and finally letting the side of his head rest against Wade's.]

And by the way, don't fuck my dad.

[ Fuck and kill (sometimes, if you're Deadpool). When you're literally anyone else? Try not to get depowered. Try to live. Try not to let the world put you through it's fucking meat grinder. Or the People Zoo. ]

Are you kidding? [ He rolls his eyes, laughing as he rakes his gaze up to fix on Cable's face, a smile spreading across his face. ] Your dad is a fucking dick, by the way.

[ Wade isn't going to tell him that the guy threatened him with a forced blow job, of all things. That was weird. ]

I swear, you Summers are nothing but problems. But I guess that's how it goes, yeah? Don't need a contract to be a problem. So moody.

I'm not kidding.

[He's using his very serious voice, because he knows Wade.]

..So you did talk to him. Christ. [He gathered as much just because of how cruel life is, but the realisation is very painful. Cable cringes a little.]

Next time, just walk away. [He advises, but he punctuates it by circling an arm lightly around Wade.]

Are you sleeping here tonight?

Not like I wanted to. No, he gave me the shovel talk. And trust me, I tried. He really wasn't taking no for an answer.

[ Violently, at that. Wade lifts his head to look at him again. ]

I'd like to — If we can stop talking about your dad?

[ Setting himself upright on Cable's lap, he runs his fingers through his hair. He'd love to depart as quickly as possible from this particular topic because that was probably the closest to second worst thing to happen tonight. ]

I get three nights a month away from home. Is it too much to ask that one of them involves spooning with you?

[ For a guy not asking to be boyfriends, he sure does ask for a lot of boyfriend content. ]

[Cable makes an extremely uncomfortable sound at the knowledge that his father now knows he's fucking Wade Wilson.

There's nothing he can say that will unring that bell, so he allows the conversation to move away from his father.]

Sounds like a waste to me. [And yet, his arm circles a little tighter like he's hoping Wade won't change his mind.]

Is that what you want to do? Spoon?

[ In all fairness, Wade said VERY LITTLE on that front. But Cable's dad not only read between the lines, but he crossed some very big ones. And at least Wade isn't going to talk about that, because Duplicity has a way of bringing out the worst in everyone, and not everyone needs to know the worst of their parents even if they're from another timeline.

Wade does pull up to look at Cable. ]

Is that a trick question? Because I kinda want to fuck, then spoon. Or... spooning fuck.

[ Cupping Cable's face with his hand, he leans in to kiss him, trying to smooth over any of his sins tonight with a kiss. ]

C'mere.

[Cable's eyes bore into Wade's for a moment, which is particularly intense in the dim light with his glowing eye.

Something in him clicks and he just leans in, teasing Wade's jaw and chin with his fingertips before he kisses him.

Deeply. Much deeper than a fuckbuddy kiss. Much warmer. Like he's devouring a piece of Wade's soul.]

[ There are those delicious fucking mixed messages again, jangling around in Wade's cancer-riddled brain made a little worse with booze. Despite what Cable said, they're friends. Friends with benefits here in Duplicity, but everything else? Undefined. That's okay, the kiss mollifies Wade enough that he gives a hungry little moan into Cable's mouth, and then another — surprised with the intensity of Cable's kiss that feels borderline overwhelming. Wade almost breaks it off to point out that he can't just fucking kiss him like that and not expect him to fall in love. But who fucking cares.

Gonna kiss him like that? Fine. He's not going to allow Cable to humiliate him with being the only one getting an erection from some passionate kissing foreplay. After their white-hot night of surprisingly passionate sex that left Wade feeling delirious the next day, Wade can't seem to keep his hands off him for long. Wade's a horny little slut, so his hands run along Cable's jaw on either side, down his neck, chest and finally he squeezes right over the front of his pants, grabbing his dick. ]

[Cable doesn't do anything by halves. It's lead him into difficult situations before and it will continue to do so. Being intensely passionate for brief, casual sex isn't such a bad thing. It's the fact that he's so interlocked with Wade that all that passion is going to start to bleed into every fucking thing.

Cable already finds himself frustrated watching Wade do idle, everyday things. As he's said, Wade drives him fucking insane already. Now the colours are all bleeding together and when he sees Wade, he just feels intensely confused.

And horny. Because now he knows how to get Wade to yield very easily, and it tends to lead to extremely good things.

Cable's hand slides to the back of Wade's neck, stroking his thumb over the nape as he kisses him. He grunts into the kiss when he starts to manhandle his cock, a little exasperated as he pulls back.

In the position they're in, it's easy enough to hoist his arms under Wade and stand with him, since he's wrapped around Cable like a koala. The height difference makes this slightly ridiculous as Wade's long legs dangle, but Cable is strong enough that he's just mildly inconvenient and not heavy.]

Bed time.

[He announces. To be fair, it absolutely is past his bed time, but they did also say there would be spooning so that's where this belongs and that's where he starts to go.

And by this point, yes. He is absolutely hard.]

[ This little cuddle session was scratching all kinds of intimacy itches that Wade craves, everything from resting his head on his shoulder and Cable resting his head on his dome, it's all so deeply romantic coded that it feels overwhelming, particularly when Cable, who is never known for gentleness, kisses him in a way that feels fucking loving.

Cue the panic that triggers Wade's slutty response to all things, ruining the moment by touching Cable's dick. Cable pulls back and Wade giggles, looking dreamily back at him like he's got hearts in his eyes, when Cable abruptly picks him up — like a stray fucking cat — and announces that playtime is over. Wade drops his head back and groans. ]

Ugh! Fine! [ He complains, but at least he's not getting thrown out, so that's something. It also smells like opportunity, like he could have that spooning sex he was talking about earlier. But if he's being honest, he is also getting drowsy. Wade peels off his gloves, dropping them on the way, leaving a little trail of Deadpool clothes on the way to Cable's bedroom. ]

Put me down, I wanna get undressed.

[As much as Cable could look at the dreamy, brown eyes looking at him all day, he is all business.

He is prepared for Wade to be difficult and squirmy and he ignores it like a father getting ready to put a toddler to bed. He is mildly irritated by the trail of clothes and the whining, enough to pause at the door frame.

He pushes Wade against it, just rough enough to remind him who is in charge as he leans over him and kisses him.

It's only a brief, passionate interlude because he pulls back quickly, steps into the room and flings Wade at the bed so that he can bounce onto it.

Cable is already half-dressed, so he takes a moment to methodically remove his pants, briefs and socks and set them neatly on his laundry basket before he climbs onto the bed to join Wade.]

[ That aggressive little shove against the door frame chases the bitch out of Wade's voice, replaces it with a decidedly softer hum of approval, something that implies yes, sir. Like a problem momentarily handled. Cable leans in and Wade slinks closer, his arms loosely draping around his shoulders, scarred fingers running through the buzzcut at the back of his head as he sinks into that kiss.

Wade knows he has it really fucking bad for him. He also has it bad for gravity but that's because as much as he'd like to quit that bitch, she's clingy as fuck.

Wade yelps when he tumbles onto the bed, springing up like he's ready to start some shit, but then Cable gets naked in record time and Wade's mouth goes dry. Now cue Wade trying to beat his personal best record in getting out of the suit, forgetting that he's still got that lacy little number on underneath. Distracted, he pats down himself, fingers pulling at the delicate fabric as he tries to see if this is still a thing he wants to be wearing right now. ]

[Thanks to Wade, Cable has getting naked down to a fine and effective art. Which is why it surprises him to watch Wade squirm frantically on the bed.

Cable just sits for a moment with an unwaning boner watching this tragic man fuck up his neatly made bed.

Before he can consider taking off the lace, Cable's hands run up his back and under the straps of it, gathering them lightly in his hands. He presses his lips against the back of Wade's neck, muttering:]

Keep it on.

[Now his flesh hand spans up Wade's front, feeling the soft lace run over his calloused finger tips and humming thoughtfully.]

Your dom lets you go out like this?

[As usual, it's not really a genuine question and more slut-baiting role play that Wade seems to inspire.]

[ It's really hard to be comedic when Cable is being impossibly sexy. If you'd caught him months ago and told him Cable would be gripping the delicate lacing of a sexy black lingerie body suit with no back and feeling up his front like he's a hooker, Wade would have laughed and said don't threaten him with a good time. But now, that slide of Cable's hands through those strings feels like a weaver's shuttle, something that catches him and binds him in place, and Wade tries very hard not to show how rattled he is. He laughs, feeling Cable's warm breath on his neck and he has an even harder time suppressing the hitch in his chest. ]

Yeah. She's like, super big into body positivity?

[ Wade can tell exactly what Cable's doing, and this slutty little bitch leans right into it. Wade catches his hand and makes it slow down, really feel the fabric against his textured skin. ]

She said if I feel sexy in it, it's because I am.

[Cable uses the hand on Wade's front to press his back against his chest. Of course it feels like Wade is a perfect fitz nestled against his body with Cable's erection against the curve of his ass.

Cable's face rests against the back of his neck, hand slowing under Wade's touch.

The texture of Wade's skin is different, not traditionally smooth and soft. This is not something Cable finds unattractive. Wade is long and lean and his body is becoming a warm, familiar comfort. Cable can see the discomfort in Wade every so often, and feels all the more enticed by the vulnerability. It's something they share, but they've never spoken about it and maybe they never will.]

She's right.

[He affirms, no longer in a space where he feels like he needs to degrade Wade to get a response from him.

He starts to tip them forward, bracing his metal arm on the bed as he guides Wade to lie face down on the mattress. His hips press against Wade, moving his cock right into the cleft of his ass. Once he's there, he starts to softly move his hips against Wade.]

But I'd rather keep the view for myself.

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