[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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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.]