[ 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. ]
[ Wade scoffs, not because of the perfectly well-deserved callout but because Cable is enjoying watching Wade pay for his crimes. As if he was in any position (sometimes literally) to press pause on any of last night's activities. ]
Yeah, cuz I was gonna interrupt all of that for a glass of water. Thank you.
[ Wade adds mildly, stepping in and then letting out a relieved, heavy sigh under the delicious water pressure. Wade snags the soap first, lathering it in his hands before he hands it to Cable, apparently far more comfortable with communal bathing after some time in the Down-provided housing before being contracted. ]
[Cable scoffs at Wade's comment, perhaps a little because he's underselling his own ability to captivate Wade and also because Wade is stupid and the things he says are stupid.
As always, when the warm water hits Cable he makes a relived sound. He cracks his neck from side to side and rolls his shoulders. He's giving Wade shit but here he is, kind of visibly a broken old man too.
He narrows his eyes at Wade but he shifts aside for him while he soaps himself up.]
[ In all fairness, Cable is not wrong. Except for the part about captivating Wade. Then he's the fucking idiot.
Wade's halfway through sudsing up his lower stomach and junk, where all their fun had decided to congeal on his body then shooting his hand down behind his balls to get right into his business from the back end. He squints at Cable as he moves aside for him, and they're just doing this rotating little dance. Wade rinses off, but his eyes are roaming over Cable's wet body with renewed interest, tempered by their banter. He ignores the question in favor of asking an impetuous one of his own. ]
Hey, so do you have to blow dry your cables? Just curious if you might rust when you bathe.
[ Wade says, somewhat acidically, but he's leaning awfully close to him when he says it, close enough to touch, or kiss. He's flirting. ]
[Cable doesn't ogle Wade cleaning himself up because he's minding his fucking business over here.
As always, Cable is very careful and calculated even when he's cleaning and he's taking a moment to rinse out the intricate parts of his fingers so as not to exist in a world where he has Wade jizz in his circuits.
He furrows his brows at the question, unable to just not answer it.]
It's not that kind of metal. It's organic.
[Is the short answer, and he already wants to prepare for the long answer by cupping his hand over Wade's mouth. But he doesn't.]
Any other stupid questions you want to get out of the way?
[ Wade knew asking about it was going to only prove as Wade, in his effort to try to quell the nervousness surrounding this entire thing he has with Cable, tries valiantly to think of a good follow-up question to irritate him with. In his heart, learning more about that virus clenches acutely around his cancerous heart, makes him yearn a little more about the idea of making life easier for him. Not just because it's Duplicity, but because he sacrificed his one ticket home and Wade not only abused it, but destroyed it.
Obviously, he lands on precisely nothing clever. ]
Yeah — got a spare toothbrush?
[ After he's busied himself lathering up his body — focusing on his underarms, stomach, ass, and junk, he's crowding Cable out of the stream of water, but in a way that he means he's got his hands on him, getting in too close and flirting with kissing his mouth or his body. The only thing holding him back is his own general nausea from his hangover and Cable's demeanor. ]
[If Cable knew Wade's little heart was clenching for him, he would feel nauseous too. Instead, he's just irritated, because Wade is asking questions and getting in the way of having a productive shower.
Cable places a firm hand on Wade and nudges him gently aside, out of the way so Cable can rinse off. Once that's done, Cable nudges Wade back into the stream while he moves out of the shower.]
I have two of most things. For now. 'Til someone moves in.
[It's a bit of a series of broken thoughts as he considers what that looks like.
In typical Cable fashion, he takes Wade's request completely seriously as he sets the spare toothbrush on the countertop for him.]
[ Wade is so in his own head that when he thinks he's moved out of Cable's way, he's actually just getting more in his way and it's only when Cable puts hands on him and physically adjusts him that he realizes it. His mouth snaps shut, eyes immediately fixed on Cable's face as he casually mentions the vacancy in his apartment and he knows why it's there. It's for his submissive and Wade involuntarily brushes his hands on Cable's sides like he's trying to self-soothe as he tries hard not to think about how he'd feel if there was another person here.
Wade isn't exactly a jealous kind of guy. He has fits of pique, sure, little jelly feels that he quips about, but those kinds of feelings tend to slide right off. Wade pokes his head out to see Cable put the toothbrush out and Wade's expression is unreadable as he reaches in to turn the water off.
The hangover has him feeling vaguely cranky, so he lays blame at its proverbial feet for the weird little flip his stomach does about Cable making room for him in these little gestures, even though he made it clear it doesn't mean anything. Jesus Christ.
Wade towels off, mechanically goes through the motions of brushing his teeth, ignoring the fact that everything from water pressure to the quality of toothpaste is better in the Up, because quality doesn't mean shit when you feel vaguely queasy. He needs to fucking eat. He spits foam into the sink and keeps fucking talking. ]
Given any thought to who your first contract will be with?
[ Wade grimaces at his reflection and mouths out: What the fuck, zip it! He rinses his toothbrush and splashes cold water on his face, patting his face. ]
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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.
Be prepared to die a lot
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?
HAHAHA
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.]
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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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As they make it to the bathroom, he gives the other man an evaluating look which changes to a smug look.]
Feeling your age?
[He steps into the shower, because he's having this conversation fully nude and that's also not an issue, and turns it on. He beckons for Wade.]
Next time remind me you're plastered so I can get you a glass of water.
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Yeah, cuz I was gonna interrupt all of that for a glass of water. Thank you.
[ Wade adds mildly, stepping in and then letting out a relieved, heavy sigh under the delicious water pressure. Wade snags the soap first, lathering it in his hands before he hands it to Cable, apparently far more comfortable with communal bathing after some time in the Down-provided housing before being contracted. ]
Your shower's amazing. Here, switch with me.
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As always, when the warm water hits Cable he makes a relived sound. He cracks his neck from side to side and rolls his shoulders. He's giving Wade shit but here he is, kind of visibly a broken old man too.
He narrows his eyes at Wade but he shifts aside for him while he soaps himself up.]
What now?
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Wade's halfway through sudsing up his lower stomach and junk, where all their fun had decided to congeal on his body then shooting his hand down behind his balls to get right into his business from the back end. He squints at Cable as he moves aside for him, and they're just doing this rotating little dance. Wade rinses off, but his eyes are roaming over Cable's wet body with renewed interest, tempered by their banter. He ignores the question in favor of asking an impetuous one of his own. ]
Hey, so do you have to blow dry your cables? Just curious if you might rust when you bathe.
[ Wade says, somewhat acidically, but he's leaning awfully close to him when he says it, close enough to touch, or kiss. He's flirting. ]
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As always, Cable is very careful and calculated even when he's cleaning and he's taking a moment to rinse out the intricate parts of his fingers so as not to exist in a world where he has Wade jizz in his circuits.
He furrows his brows at the question, unable to just not answer it.]
It's not that kind of metal. It's organic.
[Is the short answer, and he already wants to prepare for the long answer by cupping his hand over Wade's mouth. But he doesn't.]
Any other stupid questions you want to get out of the way?
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Obviously, he lands on precisely nothing clever. ]
Yeah — got a spare toothbrush?
[ After he's busied himself lathering up his body — focusing on his underarms, stomach, ass, and junk, he's crowding Cable out of the stream of water, but in a way that he means he's got his hands on him, getting in too close and flirting with kissing his mouth or his body. The only thing holding him back is his own general nausea from his hangover and Cable's demeanor. ]
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Cable places a firm hand on Wade and nudges him gently aside, out of the way so Cable can rinse off. Once that's done, Cable nudges Wade back into the stream while he moves out of the shower.]
I have two of most things. For now. 'Til someone moves in.
[It's a bit of a series of broken thoughts as he considers what that looks like.
In typical Cable fashion, he takes Wade's request completely seriously as he sets the spare toothbrush on the countertop for him.]
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Wade isn't exactly a jealous kind of guy. He has fits of pique, sure, little jelly feels that he quips about, but those kinds of feelings tend to slide right off. Wade pokes his head out to see Cable put the toothbrush out and Wade's expression is unreadable as he reaches in to turn the water off.
The hangover has him feeling vaguely cranky, so he lays blame at its proverbial feet for the weird little flip his stomach does about Cable making room for him in these little gestures, even though he made it clear it doesn't mean anything. Jesus Christ.
Wade towels off, mechanically goes through the motions of brushing his teeth, ignoring the fact that everything from water pressure to the quality of toothpaste is better in the Up, because quality doesn't mean shit when you feel vaguely queasy. He needs to fucking eat. He spits foam into the sink and keeps fucking talking. ]
Given any thought to who your first contract will be with?
[ Wade grimaces at his reflection and mouths out: What the fuck, zip it! He rinses his toothbrush and splashes cold water on his face, patting his face. ]
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hangover personified
NOT WRONG
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