[ Fun fact, Steve had his dick for dinner. Wade might be enjoying his best bottom life, but he's surprisingly toppy when he wants to be.
Wade makes a thrilled little sound at the hand on his throat, which turns into a hot, shivery moan as he realizes he's being pulled into the most deliciously intimate kiss. Wade gives Cable one of those searching glances into his eyes before they return to his mouth, then slide closed as he slides his tongue over Cable's.
This stops being just sex.
It starts being love and somewhere between when their mouths meet and his next breath, Wade realizes it and loses his fucking mind.
Wade gasps into his mouth and his insides clench, his hole squeezing as he bares back against him with a hungry twist of his hips, a hand petting up encouragingly up Cable's metal hand as he turns into that kiss, straining into it. Matching that intensity as if his body will do the talking for him, spelling it out for Cable the things he can't really say without making it a joke. ]
[It's definitely more than sex, even if Cable is telling himself it's sex. It's unnecessary sex and if they actually critically analysed it, he'd have to admit he's just fucking Wade now because he wants him and he needs no external motivation.
What happened earlier in the evening does, however, colour this differently. Cable's not trying to punish Wade for being with anyone else or for saying what he did. He is, subconsciously or not, trying to make sure he wedges himself right in Wade's brain with every kiss and every thrust.
After all, Wade came here. His brain won't stop rotating that thought around. That Wade shouldn't even be here with him and he definitely shouldn't be on top of Wade right now. It's strange how all the things Cable knows he shouldn't do feel right. Wade feels right.
Somewhere between the way Wade twists his hips and pets his hand, Cable absolutely loses his mind. He makes a pathetic sound into the kiss, a very urgent groan that he'd normally choke down. He bites at Wade's lips, applying more pressure to his neck as he thrusts deep into the other man. His hand drops to palm over Wade's lace covered cock, thrusting harder into him as it becomes difficult to control the pace of his movements.]
[ The intensity dazzles Wade, and when Cable's composure cracks, he clenches around him, squirming tight and urgently into that deep thrust. He trembles, his hands shaking as he skates it around on the sheets, a helpless keening sound through his nose, needy and desperate as he feels the cool metal tightening on his neck. It feels like control, like need and it's exactly the kind of grounding touch he needs right now.
Wade breaks apart under the biting kiss, pouring so much passion into Cable's mouth that it turns sloppy, a hand reaching up to grab him by his hair as he rides back against him and the moan he lets out is orgasmic loss of control. ]
Nate —
[ He gasps, yearning into him, cock making a fucking mess of delicate fabric, damp with pre-cum. He never calls him by his name, but he splinters as Cable fucks him stupid. ]
[The sparing use of his name makes it special every time Wade says it. It certainly feels like he's doing something right whenever he hears it, too.
Cable's thumb rubs hard circles on Wade's jaw, squeezing up until a point, releasing so he can breathe and starting again. His other hand slips into the leg of his outfit so he can grip him properly.
He pumps in time with his thrusts until even he can't control his thrusts. All that slow, grounded movement goes to shit when he decides he just wants to fuck Wade until he's nothing but a dearly beloved wet spot on the mattress.
Cable's hand slips from his throat, pushing Wade down by his shoulder and rocking his hips into him.]
Who are you?
[It's strangled and urgent, like Cable is vividly aware he doesn't have much play left in him before he's finishing.]
[ The hold on his throat keeps Wade nice and woozy, floating through what is now his most intense fuck to date. Keeps his groans needy, keeps him feeling good and molten on Cable's cock. His mouth tugs into a pleased smile for a brief moment because Cable dominates him like no one else can. Wade mourns the loss of his innocent days of not knowing Cable was utter perfection in the bedroom, because now the knowledge that he can and will check every sexy box for him is going to haunt him for the rest of his life.
Wade's eyelids flutter as he comes from being shoved into the mattress, and a lot of that chaos in his mind seems to take a back seat as Wade is reduced to submissive, slutty moans as Cable switches gears. Each of his breaths a hoarse and ragged sound of panicked pleasure as he strokes him through each thrust until they're mismatched and Wade's clawing at the sheets, his toes curling as he bucks involuntarily. ]
Your good boy! Oh!
[ Wade sobs out, coming hard and hot. He never really thinks of himself as the kind of guy who cries during sex, but it's when he can tell Cable's close, that he's got to be his good boy one more time and it's so overwhelming that Wade's eyes get wet. Wade smothering his face into the sheets as it greedily drinks in tears and the fucking mess he's made of Cable's hand, his lingerie and the bed. ]
[This has definitely gone beyond a flash in the pan hook-up, not that Cable is willing to acknowledge this.
It's not that he's not any more or less thorough with another partner (even if it's been a long time since he had more than his wife), but with Wade he always seems to know just what to do.
Is it because they have a deep, internal connection that makes them simpatico despite their differences? No, it's definitely just because they're both horny and anything feels good right now. That's all.
It shocks Cable to hear Wade sob, but it rings through him so pleasantly he's breathless for a moment. He presses his forehead against the back of Wade's neck.
At a loss for words, Cable lets out a series of low, soft groans as he gets closer to tipping over. His thick arms slide under Wade, winding around him tightly as if to offer some sort of reassurance through his mangled sobbing without actually acknowledging it.
The volume of Cable's groaning builds and he slides two fingers into his mouth, hungry to feel more of Wade as he loses his entire sense of self and sanity for one blisteringly hot moment.
He comes inside Wade. Again. Very raw, very vulnerable and very exciting. His forehead presses hard against Wade's neck and his hips roll deep, fingers dragging at Wade's bottom lip.]
Fuck.
[Murmured tiredly, through panting. Then he asks:]
[ Wade's never really thought of himself as a fingers-in-mouth kinda guy, but you wouldn't be able to tell with how he lets Cable feed him those digits like it's his cock, grateful and eager to fucking please. The moan that slips out of his mouth is filthy, dreamy, subspace-y.
Cable started slow, ended slow, and it's when Wade is shivering under his embrace, wet, exhausted, drenched in sweat, drunk on all kinds of delicious hormones, that he realizes his cheeks are wet. He makes a wrecked, moist sound, his voice cracking with emotion as he tries to pick up the pieces of his ruined dignity.
Wade shakes his head, in extreme denial, but his voice doesn't recover, and he makes a wet gasp, because admittedly this felt fucking amazing, and he doesn't want to distract from that. ]
'm just a little overwhelmed. [ Wade palms over his face, he just feels so fucking good. ] That was...
[ Wade is at a loss for words, he could feel the moment Cable gently finishes inside of him, loved it, felt him get so wet inside him while he was still twitching from his orgasm, and those sweet, sultry rolls of his hips that only serves to remind him he's there, he's fucked his cum into him and everything's just too much. ]
That was so fucking good!
[ A massive understatement, but Wade leans into him, one arm sliding over the metal one, the other reaching to hold Cable by the nape of his neck. ]
[Now that he's finished, Cable waits for that sobering moment of realisation to hit. When it's not forthcoming, he realises that perhaps he may be labouring under something a bit stronger than aphrodisiacs or the thrill of experimenting.
He finds he doesn't really want to pull away, allowing his flesh hand to very gently ghost down the back of Wade's arm to rest beside his hip.]
Yeah. [With surprising honesty:]
Yeah, it really was. [And then he repositions his head so his chin rests on Wade's shoulder, leaning in to the hand on his jaw and murmuring in a low, teasing voice.]
You don't have to cry about it. But I'm glad you came.
[ Embarrassed, Wade sniffs, trying to rally himself. It's easier with Cable's arms around him, with him so close. His head shifts to look in his direction, eyes searching his face. One of his hands touching the top of his head because it's grounding to lay with him like this, soaked in those delicious hormones that he keeps waiting to clear so he can live in the cold reality of post-nut clarity that never comes.
Oh god.
God, he's got it bad, doesn't he?
He's got it so fucking bad. ]
Me too. [ Wade admits, pressing his forehead against Cable's from an angle, even if he's sticky and damp and breathless. This really does feel so fucking perfect. And because Wade is Wade, he can't let a perfect moment exist without cracking a joke about it. ]
I assume you meant coming here and not the innumerable fucking orgasms you just gave me.
[ Wade pets his arm around him with a hitch of a laugh. Don't fucking go, he needs this. ]
This is disgustingly affectionate, but it feels like exactly what he needs. What they both need. Maybe. Maybe Wade would prefer to get this kind of contact elsewhere, but he's never done anything but lean in when Cable reaches out.]
Yeah, I meant coming here. [Grumpily, but still murmured against Wade's skin.
He finally makes moves to pull from Wade's ass and shifts to lie alongside the other man. Now he's flat on his back with Wade over his metal arm.]
[ Wade regrets the loss of him, but it at least means he can flop over onto his back with a sigh, cooling into the air. Dazed and sticky and flooded with all those yummy hormones, he stares at the ceiling of Cable's bedroom without actually seeing it. But Wade pulls an arm up to curl his hand over the side of Cable's face, fingers appreciating his profile, the tacky feeling of sweat-slick skin. He's fucking smitten, he doesn't care that he's picked the hard, metal side to slot against, but he turns to him, resting his head on his techno-virus-riddled side, as he curls up on his side. Because he's been fucked into a boneless state and it was already hard enough to haul himself over onto his side.
Wade rests his head on his shoulder, his arms winding around Cable's waist as he slings a leg over one of Cable's. ]
Not tonight. [ He says honestly. He's not allowed many nights outside of his Dominant's but Cable doesn't need to know that so long as he's not risking prison time. ]
[Unfortunately, Wade already let the information about his night-time limits slip during another extremely frenzied fuckfest. As such, Cable is aware that Wade is specifically alloting an evening for him.
He wants to accept that without question, but there's a twist of guilt in his guts. He thinks quietly about the fact that Wade had the balls to confess something deeply personal to Cable tonight and that wasn't Cable wasn't ready to meet him there.
He was ready to fuck him, though. For that, he feels a little more guilt.
Cable simply allows Wade to settle against him however he pleases, aware that he's picked the less comfortable side. It pulls a string in his heart when he thinks about the fact that he and his wife had designated sides of the bed. That she'd tease him if he broke protocol but that she'd hold either hand and lean on either side of him without complaint. She never made it a burden, neither does Wade.]
You can stay.
[Cable says, but when he's also looking at the ceiling it feels dismissive. Like he's not meeting Wade halfway. He turns his head to look at him.]
I want you to stay.
EVERY TIME HE COMPARES SIMILARITIES WADE HAS WITH HIS WIFE I DIE
[ Cable can, at least, rest secure that he paid penance in some of the best sex of Wade's life. Wade is still reeling, but he's calmer and cuddling is the kind of aftercare he's after.
You can stay was enough, but Wade seems to come to attention with his eyes when Cable meets his, and he immediately snuggles closer. And admittedly, there's a novelty to sleeping with someone that wasn't Vanessa, and he doesn't sleep with Rowena. Not like this. Before he settles in too comfortably, he winces upright to drag the sheet over them. When he comes back to him, he's decidedly closer, nosing up into his neck as he presses his face against the side of Cable's head, curling up because he's got like 3 inches of height difference and he's long and leggy. ]
Jesus — [ Wade says, still processing... whatever the fuck this is. He huffs a laugh, feeling just on the warmer end of awkward. But he feels boneless and loved, and few match his freak enough to leave him feeling exhausted. ]
You really know how to put the benefit in friends with.
[People say size doesn't matter, and it certainly never stops Cable from being bossy, but those 3 inches do make all the difference sometimes. Cable is absolutely enveloped by Wade in this position, but he doesn't hate it. It's like a weighted blanket that never shuts up.
Cable seems appreciative of the blanket coming up over him, adjusting it over himself and Wade. His flesh arm comes to rest over the other man, just lightly.
He is never more aware of the fact that his eye glows than he is at night, when someone else is in his bed. He tucks his head against the pillow to mitigate this, but there's still a faint glow.
Cable just hums in response to Wade at first. It was good, really good. But it's all weighing on him a little.]
Is that what we are? [It's a sincere question, asked curiously.] Friends?
[ There's palpable hesitation when Wade opens his mouth and nothing comes out. There's a lump in his throat where he was supposed to say yes, breezily, like they're just two very normal friends having very normal sex. He might have cracked a joke had Cable not turned, forcing him to come face to face with his weird, messy, deeply complicated feelings for this man. ]
We're... not friends. [ There's a question in the way he says it. ]
[ Wade says, quoting Cable from earlier. His mouth tugs with a nervous smile, but it falls off as he swallows past the world's largest lump in his throat, his heart thundering. ]
I can't speak for the entirety of Duplicity but usually, friends don't fuck like that. [ And here comes the second-guessing, with Wade offering nervous little soothing gestures onto Cable's chest as he tries not to lose his nerve. He laughs because he's only been here, what? A month and change? ] I should know, I pretty much get passed around like a cheap blunt. Maybe that's just how it works here.
[ Wade returns his eyes up to look at Cable's face, unsure. Vulnerable. ]
[A weak, hoarse laugh escapes Cable when Wade makes a callback. Evidently, he's in a much better mood now.
But he does feel that unsettled feeling build in him as Wade further explains. It only complicates it further for Cable, who is suddenly unsure why they could quickly wrap this up and go to sleep.]
We are friends. [He starts, gently.]
And I don't treat my friends like they're cheap.
[He further adds, squeezing Wade's forearm when he does and visibly feeling weird about doing that.]
[ Wade does one of those half-blinks on his way to a normal one, where something is visibly happening to him. He smiles, touched, his heart falling a little. Not the lovers angle he was going for, but something tells Wade that maybe it's been a really long time since Cable's been vulnerable with anyone who wasn't his wife and maybe, just maybe, friends is something safe. And what are friends except another f-word? ]
Then we're friends.
[ Wade leans in, nose sliding past Cable's as he gives him the sweetest kiss he can manage, one that's tender and loving and surprisingly chaste, before pulling back. ]
[If Cable senses some dissatisfaction from Wade, he doesn't show it. Wade seems willing to accept his answers, though he wonders deep down if Wade doesn't really know what he wants yet either. At least Cable doesn't.
Cable smiles into the kiss, which is very chaste in contrast to the evening they've had.]
Night, Wade.
[Cable once again settles in such a way that his eye is obscured. His flesh hand traces idle shapes on Wade's shoulders for a few minutes. Then it stills, then his chest is rising and falling slowly and he's asleep with Wade in his arms.]
[ The unexpected treat of this entire night including falling asleep next to Cable of all people means that Wade's mind is a whirlwind. He has no doubt they're friends. He doesn't know if it's just chemistry or letting off some unresolved tension from the very violent start of their relationship or what, but he can't deny that they fit amazingly well. Maybe it was a fluke, maybe it's just Duplicity, and maybe Wade just needs to shut his fucking brain up and sleep. Eventually, he does, but it's almost against his will, because his body, despite having the ability to bounce back from anything, still needs to rest.
He doesn't remember when sleep finally came to him, but he sleeps like a fucking baby, so deep that when he finally comes to, it's in gradual, sluggish increments. The sheets feel nice, not too hot, not too cold. It's quiet too, not like the paper-thin walls of the Down's provided housing. But it does feel unfamiliar.
The headache, though, he could do with less of that.
God, he didn't hydrate enough. Healing factor means he bounces back from anything, but he's got that dry ache of not having hydrated enough, the dull and sluggish feel of someone who slept too much, and Wade, bleary-eyed, grunts as he hauls himself upright. He rubs a hand over his face, muzzy from sleep, and wonders briefly where the fuck he is.
It's not Rowena's apartment, that's for sure. He looks down at himself, and he's still in the lacy lingerie, but he pulls a face when he starts to pull the fabric that's sticking to his skin like a gross cum rag and that's when it dawns on him. A sudden bark of laughter and he snaps his mouth shut, suddenly self-conscious, but unable to get the giddy smile off his face. Now the real question is, is Cable still next to him? ]
[Cable wouldn't call it the best sleep of his life, but it was surprisingly good. In fact, he's still fast asleep when Wade rouses. This is strange for him, he's much more likely to subsist off a few hours of sleep and wake up before dawn.
Maybe Wade wore him out, maybe he's just comfortable. Either way, Cable's chest is still rising and falling with the cadence of someone in a pleasant sleep.
When Wade barks out a laugh, it seems like he might wake up. Instead, he grumbles in his sleep and drags his metal arm back toward himself so he can turn onto his side.]
[ Wade's eyes widen briefly, brow creasing with concern that he just woke Cable up. Given how militant the man was, he half expected him to be up at the crack of dawn and that must've been, what, hours ago? Wade's knees lower, extracting himself out of that tight and tense position to relax on the bed, curling his hands under his head as he looks at him, cheek rubbing into the sheets.
Wade has two thoughts: The first being So that happened. and the second is less easy to narrate. He often doesn't get to see Cable without a shirt on, particularly from behind. Sure, he's seen plenty of him, but from this angle he can see how badly the techno-organic virus has swallowed up much of his back and spine. He can hear himself say the same gut-wrenching remark he's heard directed at him, a sympathetic: that looks like it hurt.
Wade blinks, his expression flinching from that thought and he instead slides up to put his lips on the cold metal of his spine, snuggling up along his profile. His knees line up behind Cable's, spooning him completely, his face buried in his neck. Making a point never to flinch from that part of his body either, his arm wraps around his middle, hand feeling languidly up his stomach and chest. ]
Morning, sleepyhead. [ Casual, like he wasn't just going through his own emotional rollercoaster ride with a mild hangover. ]
[As if feeling eyes on him, Cable is starting to wake up. It's a pleasant sensation to wake slowly, for a moment it feels like his daughter wandered into the room, waiting for the right moment to ask her father for something.
The spooning against him removes that line of thinking fairly quickly, Cable starts to orient himself relatively quickly. The muscles in his back twitch as he stretches and comes to terms with the fact that he's not home and that there's someone else in the bed with him.
Cable grumbles like an old dog, like it isn't nice to wake up to a warm embrace from someone you're starting to really tolerate.]
You're still here. [It is neither disappointed or pleased, it is aggressively neutral. He starts to shift to sit up, slipping a hand under Wade's arm to gently unhook him.]
[ Wade makes an unserious, whiny sound through his nose as Cable tries to make space exist where Wade doesn't want it to. His hand is gently removed, but only temporarily. Wade's quick and insistently trying to get one last cuddle in, even if it means he has to crawl up to do it. ]
Yeah. [ Wade sighs, and as usual makes a joke of it. ] Super hard to leave when I'm kinda glued to your sheets.
[ Glued is too strong a word for it, but the sheets are a fucking mess. Wade makes a face as he pulls at the front of his lacy lingerie and tries to peel it off his textured skin. Wriggling it off his shoulders as he tries to press a kiss on the back of his head, dropping his shoulders back onto the beg to pull the garment off his hips. ]
I'm hungover, so I was gonna try to make eggs and bakey. Wanna shower first?
[Wade is.. so much first thing in the morning for a man who has been waking up alone for a little while now.
Probably what is most disconcerting is that it's actually not particularly disconcerting and Cable doesn't feel an impulse to scruff Wade and deposit him outside with his arms full of clothes.
Cable rubs his face, processing. His arm whirring softly as everything gears up for the day.]
Yeah. [He says, after a little pause.]
Come on then.
[Cable swings his legs over Wade with surprising agility and plucks up the clothes he neatly discarded last night, heading for the shower.]
[ Wade slides out of that lingerie, noting that trying to lace up the back is going to be a bitch later, but he's ready to get fucking clean. Letting the garment slide right off the tip of his toes, he swings out of bed only to reel a little, eyes squeezing shut as the telltale headache of too much fun and not enough hydration bricks him between the eyes. ]
Nn. Oof.
[ He whines, putting a hand on his head. He finally gets up, and feeling approximately 10 years older than Cable, he makes his way to the bathroom. The sensation starts to ebb, and he knows all he really needs is to get his blood moving, get hydrated, ingest that protein, amino acids and salt... a steaming cup of coffee, and he'll start to feel better. By the time he makes it to the shower, he doesn't feel quite as poorly as when all that blood rushed to his aching head. ]
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Wade makes a thrilled little sound at the hand on his throat, which turns into a hot, shivery moan as he realizes he's being pulled into the most deliciously intimate kiss. Wade gives Cable one of those searching glances into his eyes before they return to his mouth, then slide closed as he slides his tongue over Cable's.
This stops being just sex.
It starts being love and somewhere between when their mouths meet and his next breath, Wade realizes it and loses his fucking mind.
Wade gasps into his mouth and his insides clench, his hole squeezing as he bares back against him with a hungry twist of his hips, a hand petting up encouragingly up Cable's metal hand as he turns into that kiss, straining into it. Matching that intensity as if his body will do the talking for him, spelling it out for Cable the things he can't really say without making it a joke. ]
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What happened earlier in the evening does, however, colour this differently. Cable's not trying to punish Wade for being with anyone else or for saying what he did. He is, subconsciously or not, trying to make sure he wedges himself right in Wade's brain with every kiss and every thrust.
After all, Wade came here. His brain won't stop rotating that thought around. That Wade shouldn't even be here with him and he definitely shouldn't be on top of Wade right now. It's strange how all the things Cable knows he shouldn't do feel right. Wade feels right.
Somewhere between the way Wade twists his hips and pets his hand, Cable absolutely loses his mind. He makes a pathetic sound into the kiss, a very urgent groan that he'd normally choke down. He bites at Wade's lips, applying more pressure to his neck as he thrusts deep into the other man. His hand drops to palm over Wade's lace covered cock, thrusting harder into him as it becomes difficult to control the pace of his movements.]
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Wade breaks apart under the biting kiss, pouring so much passion into Cable's mouth that it turns sloppy, a hand reaching up to grab him by his hair as he rides back against him and the moan he lets out is orgasmic loss of control. ]
Nate —
[ He gasps, yearning into him, cock making a fucking mess of delicate fabric, damp with pre-cum. He never calls him by his name, but he splinters as Cable fucks him stupid. ]
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Cable's thumb rubs hard circles on Wade's jaw, squeezing up until a point, releasing so he can breathe and starting again. His other hand slips into the leg of his outfit so he can grip him properly.
He pumps in time with his thrusts until even he can't control his thrusts. All that slow, grounded movement goes to shit when he decides he just wants to fuck Wade until he's nothing but a dearly beloved wet spot on the mattress.
Cable's hand slips from his throat, pushing Wade down by his shoulder and rocking his hips into him.]
Who are you?
[It's strangled and urgent, like Cable is vividly aware he doesn't have much play left in him before he's finishing.]
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Wade's eyelids flutter as he comes from being shoved into the mattress, and a lot of that chaos in his mind seems to take a back seat as Wade is reduced to submissive, slutty moans as Cable switches gears. Each of his breaths a hoarse and ragged sound of panicked pleasure as he strokes him through each thrust until they're mismatched and Wade's clawing at the sheets, his toes curling as he bucks involuntarily. ]
Your good boy! Oh!
[ Wade sobs out, coming hard and hot. He never really thinks of himself as the kind of guy who cries during sex, but it's when he can tell Cable's close, that he's got to be his good boy one more time and it's so overwhelming that Wade's eyes get wet. Wade smothering his face into the sheets as it greedily drinks in tears and the fucking mess he's made of Cable's hand, his lingerie and the bed. ]
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It's not that he's not any more or less thorough with another partner (even if it's been a long time since he had more than his wife), but with Wade he always seems to know just what to do.
Is it because they have a deep, internal connection that makes them simpatico despite their differences? No, it's definitely just because they're both horny and anything feels good right now. That's all.
It shocks Cable to hear Wade sob, but it rings through him so pleasantly he's breathless for a moment. He presses his forehead against the back of Wade's neck.
At a loss for words, Cable lets out a series of low, soft groans as he gets closer to tipping over. His thick arms slide under Wade, winding around him tightly as if to offer some sort of reassurance through his mangled sobbing without actually acknowledging it.
The volume of Cable's groaning builds and he slides two fingers into his mouth, hungry to feel more of Wade as he loses his entire sense of self and sanity for one blisteringly hot moment.
He comes inside Wade. Again. Very raw, very vulnerable and very exciting. His forehead presses hard against Wade's neck and his hips roll deep, fingers dragging at Wade's bottom lip.]
Fuck.
[Murmured tiredly, through panting. Then he asks:]
Are you crying?
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Cable started slow, ended slow, and it's when Wade is shivering under his embrace, wet, exhausted, drenched in sweat, drunk on all kinds of delicious hormones, that he realizes his cheeks are wet. He makes a wrecked, moist sound, his voice cracking with emotion as he tries to pick up the pieces of his ruined dignity.
Wade shakes his head, in extreme denial, but his voice doesn't recover, and he makes a wet gasp, because admittedly this felt fucking amazing, and he doesn't want to distract from that. ]
'm just a little overwhelmed. [ Wade palms over his face, he just feels so fucking good. ] That was...
[ Wade is at a loss for words, he could feel the moment Cable gently finishes inside of him, loved it, felt him get so wet inside him while he was still twitching from his orgasm, and those sweet, sultry rolls of his hips that only serves to remind him he's there, he's fucked his cum into him and everything's just too much. ]
That was so fucking good!
[ A massive understatement, but Wade leans into him, one arm sliding over the metal one, the other reaching to hold Cable by the nape of his neck. ]
I'm fine, I'm fine.
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He finds he doesn't really want to pull away, allowing his flesh hand to very gently ghost down the back of Wade's arm to rest beside his hip.]
Yeah. [With surprising honesty:]
Yeah, it really was. [And then he repositions his head so his chin rests on Wade's shoulder, leaning in to the hand on his jaw and murmuring in a low, teasing voice.]
You don't have to cry about it. But I'm glad you came.
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[ Embarrassed, Wade sniffs, trying to rally himself. It's easier with Cable's arms around him, with him so close. His head shifts to look in his direction, eyes searching his face. One of his hands touching the top of his head because it's grounding to lay with him like this, soaked in those delicious hormones that he keeps waiting to clear so he can live in the cold reality of post-nut clarity that never comes.
Oh god.
God, he's got it bad, doesn't he?
He's got it so fucking bad. ]
Me too. [ Wade admits, pressing his forehead against Cable's from an angle, even if he's sticky and damp and breathless. This really does feel so fucking perfect. And because Wade is Wade, he can't let a perfect moment exist without cracking a joke about it. ]
I assume you meant coming here and not the innumerable fucking orgasms you just gave me.
[ Wade pets his arm around him with a hitch of a laugh. Don't fucking go, he needs this. ]
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[And he knew it was a goddamn lie.
This is disgustingly affectionate, but it feels like exactly what he needs. What they both need. Maybe. Maybe Wade would prefer to get this kind of contact elsewhere, but he's never done anything but lean in when Cable reaches out.]
Yeah, I meant coming here. [Grumpily, but still murmured against Wade's skin.
He finally makes moves to pull from Wade's ass and shifts to lie alongside the other man. Now he's flat on his back with Wade over his metal arm.]
Do you have somewhere to be?
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Wade rests his head on his shoulder, his arms winding around Cable's waist as he slings a leg over one of Cable's. ]
Not tonight. [ He says honestly. He's not allowed many nights outside of his Dominant's but Cable doesn't need to know that so long as he's not risking prison time. ]
I thought I could stay the night?
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He wants to accept that without question, but there's a twist of guilt in his guts. He thinks quietly about the fact that Wade had the balls to confess something deeply personal to Cable tonight and that wasn't Cable wasn't ready to meet him there.
He was ready to fuck him, though. For that, he feels a little more guilt.
Cable simply allows Wade to settle against him however he pleases, aware that he's picked the less comfortable side. It pulls a string in his heart when he thinks about the fact that he and his wife had designated sides of the bed. That she'd tease him if he broke protocol but that she'd hold either hand and lean on either side of him without complaint. She never made it a burden, neither does Wade.]
You can stay.
[Cable says, but when he's also looking at the ceiling it feels dismissive. Like he's not meeting Wade halfway. He turns his head to look at him.]
I want you to stay.
EVERY TIME HE COMPARES SIMILARITIES WADE HAS WITH HIS WIFE I DIE
You can stay was enough, but Wade seems to come to attention with his eyes when Cable meets his, and he immediately snuggles closer. And admittedly, there's a novelty to sleeping with someone that wasn't Vanessa, and he doesn't sleep with Rowena. Not like this. Before he settles in too comfortably, he winces upright to drag the sheet over them. When he comes back to him, he's decidedly closer, nosing up into his neck as he presses his face against the side of Cable's head, curling up because he's got like 3 inches of height difference and he's long and leggy. ]
Jesus — [ Wade says, still processing... whatever the fuck this is. He huffs a laugh, feeling just on the warmer end of awkward. But he feels boneless and loved, and few match his freak enough to leave him feeling exhausted. ]
You really know how to put the benefit in friends with.
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Cable seems appreciative of the blanket coming up over him, adjusting it over himself and Wade. His flesh arm comes to rest over the other man, just lightly.
He is never more aware of the fact that his eye glows than he is at night, when someone else is in his bed. He tucks his head against the pillow to mitigate this, but there's still a faint glow.
Cable just hums in response to Wade at first. It was good, really good. But it's all weighing on him a little.]
Is that what we are? [It's a sincere question, asked curiously.] Friends?
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We're... not friends. [ There's a question in the way he says it. ]
[ Wade says, quoting Cable from earlier. His mouth tugs with a nervous smile, but it falls off as he swallows past the world's largest lump in his throat, his heart thundering. ]
I can't speak for the entirety of Duplicity but usually, friends don't fuck like that. [ And here comes the second-guessing, with Wade offering nervous little soothing gestures onto Cable's chest as he tries not to lose his nerve. He laughs because he's only been here, what? A month and change? ] I should know, I pretty much get passed around like a cheap blunt. Maybe that's just how it works here.
[ Wade returns his eyes up to look at Cable's face, unsure. Vulnerable. ]
What do you think we are?
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But he does feel that unsettled feeling build in him as Wade further explains. It only complicates it further for Cable, who is suddenly unsure why they could quickly wrap this up and go to sleep.]
We are friends. [He starts, gently.]
And I don't treat my friends like they're cheap.
[He further adds, squeezing Wade's forearm when he does and visibly feeling weird about doing that.]
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Then we're friends.
[ Wade leans in, nose sliding past Cable's as he gives him the sweetest kiss he can manage, one that's tender and loving and surprisingly chaste, before pulling back. ]
Goodnight, bestie.
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Cable smiles into the kiss, which is very chaste in contrast to the evening they've had.]
Night, Wade.
[Cable once again settles in such a way that his eye is obscured. His flesh hand traces idle shapes on Wade's shoulders for a few minutes. Then it stills, then his chest is rising and falling slowly and he's asleep with Wade in his arms.]
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He doesn't remember when sleep finally came to him, but he sleeps like a fucking baby, so deep that when he finally comes to, it's in gradual, sluggish increments. The sheets feel nice, not too hot, not too cold. It's quiet too, not like the paper-thin walls of the Down's provided housing. But it does feel unfamiliar.
The headache, though, he could do with less of that.
God, he didn't hydrate enough. Healing factor means he bounces back from anything, but he's got that dry ache of not having hydrated enough, the dull and sluggish feel of someone who slept too much, and Wade, bleary-eyed, grunts as he hauls himself upright. He rubs a hand over his face, muzzy from sleep, and wonders briefly where the fuck he is.
It's not Rowena's apartment, that's for sure. He looks down at himself, and he's still in the lacy lingerie, but he pulls a face when he starts to pull the fabric that's sticking to his skin like a gross cum rag and that's when it dawns on him. A sudden bark of laughter and he snaps his mouth shut, suddenly self-conscious, but unable to get the giddy smile off his face. Now the real question is, is Cable still next to him? ]
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Maybe Wade wore him out, maybe he's just comfortable. Either way, Cable's chest is still rising and falling with the cadence of someone in a pleasant sleep.
When Wade barks out a laugh, it seems like he might wake up. Instead, he grumbles in his sleep and drags his metal arm back toward himself so he can turn onto his side.]
this icon is rude af
Wade has two thoughts: The first being So that happened. and the second is less easy to narrate. He often doesn't get to see Cable without a shirt on, particularly from behind. Sure, he's seen plenty of him, but from this angle he can see how badly the techno-organic virus has swallowed up much of his back and spine. He can hear himself say the same gut-wrenching remark he's heard directed at him, a sympathetic: that looks like it hurt.
Wade blinks, his expression flinching from that thought and he instead slides up to put his lips on the cold metal of his spine, snuggling up along his profile. His knees line up behind Cable's, spooning him completely, his face buried in his neck. Making a point never to flinch from that part of his body either, his arm wraps around his middle, hand feeling languidly up his stomach and chest. ]
Morning, sleepyhead. [ Casual, like he wasn't just going through his own emotional rollercoaster ride with a mild hangover. ]
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The spooning against him removes that line of thinking fairly quickly, Cable starts to orient himself relatively quickly. The muscles in his back twitch as he stretches and comes to terms with the fact that he's not home and that there's someone else in the bed with him.
Cable grumbles like an old dog, like it isn't nice to wake up to a warm embrace from someone you're starting to really tolerate.]
You're still here. [It is neither disappointed or pleased, it is aggressively neutral. He starts to shift to sit up, slipping a hand under Wade's arm to gently unhook him.]
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Yeah. [ Wade sighs, and as usual makes a joke of it. ] Super hard to leave when I'm kinda glued to your sheets.
[ Glued is too strong a word for it, but the sheets are a fucking mess. Wade makes a face as he pulls at the front of his lacy lingerie and tries to peel it off his textured skin. Wriggling it off his shoulders as he tries to press a kiss on the back of his head, dropping his shoulders back onto the beg to pull the garment off his hips. ]
I'm hungover, so I was gonna try to make eggs and bakey. Wanna shower first?
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Probably what is most disconcerting is that it's actually not particularly disconcerting and Cable doesn't feel an impulse to scruff Wade and deposit him outside with his arms full of clothes.
Cable rubs his face, processing. His arm whirring softly as everything gears up for the day.]
Yeah. [He says, after a little pause.]
Come on then.
[Cable swings his legs over Wade with surprising agility and plucks up the clothes he neatly discarded last night, heading for the shower.]
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Nn. Oof.
[ He whines, putting a hand on his head. He finally gets up, and feeling approximately 10 years older than Cable, he makes his way to the bathroom. The sensation starts to ebb, and he knows all he really needs is to get his blood moving, get hydrated, ingest that protein, amino acids and salt... a steaming cup of coffee, and he'll start to feel better. By the time he makes it to the shower, he doesn't feel quite as poorly as when all that blood rushed to his aching head. ]
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