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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.

[ The air vacates Wade's lungs the moment he recognizes the shape of Cable's cock aligned to the cleft of his ass. Jesus Christ. Okay, this has to be another one of those unexpectedly hot moments brought to you by the one and only Cable, and Wade deliriously wonders if he should have his own kink list just for him. Wade leans back against Cable with a glance over his shoulder at him, hips twisting a little sinfully to let that lace grind against his cock. ]

Right?

[ Wade hovers in his insecurity, but the way Cable guides him to lay flat on his stomach forces him to think on anything else. Wade lets out a soft sigh as he feels Cable's cock move against the lace of his lingerie, riding along the cleft of his ass. ]

I love how I look in this. [ Wade skims a hand down the open back, laced loosely by those fragile threads, skirting the low back down to prove that he doesn't have to take it off to fuck Cable. His fingers touching Cable's cock as it threads through his cheeks and that makes him moan into the sheets. ]

Fuck, I'm so turned on right now.

[Cable grunts in approval as Wade's hips twist, hungry for any contact against his cock. His hips drag his cock over the shape of Wade's ass. And it's a nice ass, by the way.

What Wade sees when he glances over at him is a very focused man, who meets his eyes intensely. He is absolutely clouded with horniness and, despite himself, a little possessiveness. Wade came back to him, so he supposes that little beckoning gesture kicks in eventually for him.

Cable chuckles breathlessly against the back of Wade's neck, and those laughs are coming easier for him the more time he spends in Wade's presence. As are many things. Groans, as well, particularly now Wade is touching his cock.

Cable's flesh hand runs up the back of Wade's bare thigh, then slips between his front and the mattress to cup his cock. If it feels possessive, it is. Cable murmurs against his ear.]

What are you when you're in my bed?

[ Wade has been having adventures in Duplicity, reeling from one extreme end of the spectrum to another — good, bad, awful — laughing his way through it even in the ugliest of moments. And then comes Cable, interrupting one commercial break of happiness with another one, he's not the first temptation the city's thrown at him to learn how to really submit to his designation, but he's the most effective one. Wade feels like he was made for this when he hears Cable paint amusement with moist breath on his textured skin, and Wade answers with more yearning than he means for there to be. ]

Yours.

[ Wade says, his voice drenched in lust, because when Cable looks at him like that, he practically hears Chet Baker crooning some stupid love song, and he remembers how he had set those rules for him, his face pressed against the shower wall, printed on his cancer-riddled brain in capital fucking letters. ]

I'm your boy.

[ Wade moans those words out, his hips twisting to put his burgeoning erection into that hand, eager to give himself to him, pressing Cable's cock down against his ass, grinding against it hungrily. Cable's been giving him so much attention, so much of it crazy intense, and Wade's still reeling from it all. ]

[That yearning tone earns Wade an elongated hum of approval. He rewards the obedience with kisses across his shoulders until he comes to a lace strap. Cable bites it lightly, scraping Wade's skin with his teeth as he does before releasing it. Just a little sample of what's to come.]

You remembered.

[He observes, palming Wade with a heavier hand and grinding harder against him. The sensation of being pressed on top of Wade, pinning him to the mattress and keeping him there is extremely satisfying. Cable feels like he could finish just from rutting on Wade, but it would be a terrible waste.]

And you came back to me. [He continues, resting on Wade a moment as his metal hand sticks out and he summons lube into his hand.]

Good boy.

[ Wade can only see so much, but he swoons as he hears that hum of approval from Cable before he kisses skin textured with scars, and it feels rewarding in ways he's never felt before. It makes him melt in Cable's arms and release an unsteady, wavering breath, heavy and shivering, leaving him at the very moment he feels Cable bite the laces loose in one purposeful pull.

Fuck. ]

Where else could I go? I fucking belong here.

[ Wade says, helplessly. He tries to smother the sound in the sheets but he wants it too badly to keep quiet. He came to him on his hands and knees before putting his head on his lap, after all, desperate for Cable's approval. Hating to be without it.

Sensing Cable summon the bottle of lube, Wade's hand moves from pressing his cock between his cheeks to pulling one to the side, inviting him. ]

[Oh, there's so many places Wade could be and so many people he could be with, but he's here. As a testament to how much Cable quietly enjoys Wade's company, he doesn't try to taunt him about that. He just appreciates it, letting a warm, familiar glow build in his chest when he thinks about it.

Cable shifts to reposition himself, the metal arm transfers to Wade's middle and his fingers span over him as he holds him against his chest. His legs shift either side of Wade, flesh hand navigating and opening the lube, coating his fingers and rubbing his hole.]

I belong here.

[Cable's patented Simple Statements to Drive Wade Insane strike again. His finger teases him and pushes inside, slowly and evenly, feeling every muscle. He draws it in and out of Wade with painfully slow movements, working deeper each time he pushes.]

[ It's true, Wade has really made a habit of getting around this fucked up city, leaving his little marks, proving his designation right. But it's only with Cable that it really sinks in, that he underscores that he's been Duplicity's perfect, idiotic puppet. Wade tries, in his little, insignificant way, to fight the system, but in many other ways he plays right into it.

Cable's not helping. He's Duplicity's perfect fucking carrot, and when dangled in front of him, Wade's just begging for a taste. The crack of the bottle of lubr being opened causes him to take in an unsteady breath as anticipation builds, a hand scooting under him to grasp the one bracing him up against his chest. ]

Oh fuck — [ Wade pants, dropping his face into the sheets with a muffled groan. One long drag in follows another and Wade writhes into it, with the sensation of his finger slowly breaching him, a shudder as he feels him inevitably inching his way in. It's so torturously slow that Wade makes a brief sob of frustration through an involuntary smile. Cable always makes him feel like he's not just melting from the heat of his arousal, but it's causing stress fractures on the inside. Wade splinters, endlessly needy, pushing back against his finger. ] Yeah, right there.

[ Cable belongs here too. ]

[Cable is coming to really appreciate the sounds out of Wade's mouth that are not endless words. Listening to him moan, making his breath hitch and shudder is something he feels very proud of.

It is impossible to imagine that hardly a week weeks ago he was throttling this man on a truck and now he's making him melt under him with a finger in his ass. Life is full of happy accidents, sometimes you just have to allow yourself to become intertwined with them. For the betterment of humanity, of course.

It is for Wade's betterment also that he has some training from Cable with regards to drawn out pleasure. If they're going to do this often (and that seems likely) Cable wants to play with his food more often. The sob of frustration? That means it's working.

Cable shifts to bite down on Wade's shoulder, harder than a playful nip this time. His finger curls in him and he presses him snugly against his body, so Wade can feel a nice, slow pulse from him.]

Do you want more?

[ Wade lifts his head again at the bite, the air whistling through his clenched teeth in a pained hiss. The muscles around his finger clench, and beneath them, Wade squirms, simultaneously hungry to feel Cable's cock disturbing the lace on his body and digging his needy cock against the sheets. ]

I can't get over how bad you want me.

[ Wade says, his voice a little shivery after feeling the need pressed between his cheeks, practically moaning through that stressed word. He's a greedy slut who loves to be edged despite having no refractory period to worry about, infamously mouthy too. He can't help but rise to the opportunity to be bratty. ]

You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.

[ Wade aims a needy smirk at him from over his bitten shoulder, giving his hips a filthy twist, like he's wagging his fucking tail, smothering Cable's cock against his stomach. ]

[Finally, after a movie and a very brief but intense relationship, Cable laughs. Genuinely. It just rolls easily out of him and he presses his forehead against the back of Wade's shoulder.]

You're a fucking moron.

[Affectionately.

Cable bites him again, curling and uncurling his finger firmer and just a little faster. His hand slides further down his front and ghosts over the outline of Wade's cock. A breath shudders out of Cable as Wade squirms against his cock, all he can do is imagine how good it will feel once he's inside Wade.]

[ Wade gives himself a moment to bask in that genuine laughter, feeling fucking proud of himself. He smiles, smug and satisfied, snuggling his head up against Cable's forehead because it's nice and intimate if you ignore everything else. And admittedly, he likes this too, the teasing, the foreplay, exploring all the ways that they fit together. Between all the jagged edges, he can feel a part of him sliding into place with Cable, thanks to that laugh. ]

Ow, ow, ow, fuck! Mmm!

[ Wade makes a needy moan through his nose as he sinks back down against the mattress, because Cable knows just how to touch him that makes him light up. Just one finger in his ass and he can feel him petting his motherfucking prostate and even that whisper of a touch against the cock trapped — hard and huge between his thighs — feels like he could fall apart at any moment. Wade's toes start to curl against the mattress as he starts to tense up, coiling like a spring. ]

Oh fuck, oh fuck — [ Wade shudders under him, the firm curl of Cable's finger gently stroking him into one of those delicious anal orgasms that Wade loves, and he starts breathlessly repeating in a shivery voice: ] I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming...!

[Wade is just the happiest piece of ham in a Cable arm sandwich right now. With one hand over his cock and the other with his fingers up Wade's ass.

Cable's arm lifts up around his waist again, gripping him tightly and pulling him closer as he cums.]

Good boy.

[The coolness of his response is concealing how utterly gripping it is for him to watch Wade go from sassy to writhing and whining with a few curls of his finger. Unsympathetic to how sensitive Wade is during his orgasm, Cable starts to press his second finger into his hole.]

I'm gonna make you want to get fucked by me so bad it makes you look stupid.

Edited 2024-09-27 13:11 (UTC)

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