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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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.]