[ 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. ]
[Cable slips back into domestic bliss so easily, it's like he never left. He might act like a lone wolf (cringe) but he is absolutely a house dog. He likes to care for someone and blessedly, Wade is such a mess he needs near constant care.
Cable brushes his own teeth, spitting his toothpaste out aggressively when Wade continues his questioning.]
Of course I have. It's all I fucking think about here.
[He looks visibly irritated as he inspects his stubble in the mirror, opting to leave it. Shaving in front of Wade is risky and who is he trying to impress?]
I'll figure it out. [Firmly, as if he's speaking to himself.]
[ Wade towels off his face, leaving his face in the comfortingly warm and soft fabric a little too long because the sheer amount of luxury in the Up is novel and hard not to get lost in. After the shower, he feels a lot more human and it lets him acknowledge the strangely easy way they coexist.
It means looking over at a very naked Cable while being similarly dressed, Wade's eyes visibly drop down and then up, sizing him up while his lower lip is tucked under his teeth. Wade looks away, drops the towel, and snags a robe to throw on as if equipping the world's worst armor against sex. ]
Submissives are supposed to spend no less than half their time cohabitating with their Dominant, so consider your options carefully.
[ Wade offers exactly zero new helpful information, but it helps him to say that instead of what's really on his mind. He breezes past, trying to play it cool like he isn't fighting for his fucking life to ask for the spot. He intends to head for the kitchen because the siren song of bacon and eggs is going to make everything feel a lot less insane. But he makes sure to speak directly into Cable's ear as he starts to move. ]
They're gonna hear a lot of us having sex, and I'm not quiet.
[ How presumptuous! But also, he's planting that little thought in his head a tad poisonously, knowing that it's probably going to haunt him. And he hopes it does, makes him think long and hard about who can tolerate front row tickets to that shitshow. ]
[Cable feels Wade's eyes on him and he's never been sure how to act under the captive attention of anyone like that, so he proceeds as normal.
His lip curls briefly at Wade's extremely useless information, as if disgusted by it. He shoots Wade a withering look, then the other man is passing him and speaking into his ear. Cable squeezes his eyes shut and exhales slowly through his nose, his irritation audible.
It does summon a whole host of memories, which Cable opts not to spend too long reflecting on before he comments back.]
No, you're not. Every time you come you act like you're about to die.
[It is a completely neutral observation, punctuated by Cable just getting dressed like they're not discussing their sex lives here. He very pointedly doesn't even remark on the fact that this is going to happen again, the implication just slides past him and Wade will never know if it was intentional or subconscious.]
[ Wade stops a short distance out the bathroom door, his expression flat. He backtracks, one of his bare feet squeaking on the very expensive floor as he spins around to face him. No, Cable, you don't get to rub his face in it. He'll rub his face in it all on his own.
Wait. ]
You're unbelievable! [ Wade internally panics as he rounds on Cable and realizes his entire rebuttal consists of complimenting him on sexual prowess. Everything from the way he commands him in the bedroom, where he puts his fucking hands, how he kisses him just sparked up every last nerve ending until he felt like he was fucking dying. He gives up, rolling his eyes and turning around again, shooting a sassy answer as he walks out. ] I can't help it, it's like that virus supercharged your dick. Not all of us can pull off 'sex with the T-1000' act like you can!
[ Wade is heading to the kitchen, yanking open the fridge door and closing his eyes as the cooler air hits his face. He feels flustered. ]
...How do you like your eggs and how many do you want?
[There is absolutely no way Wade was going to let Cable have the last word, so he anticipates him squeaking back into the room to challenge him.
Cable rises from pulling his pants up and straightens himself to stare directly at Wade as he berates him. As is customary, he just stares deeply and intensely at Wade. Always challenging him to say more than he wants to say and always amazed at how much that ends up being.
His pants are also tantalisingly not pulled up all the way, sitting low on his hips where they were abandoned when Cable started to square up. But that's not important right now.
Cable just stares Wade right out of the room, adjusting himself and his pants before he follows him.]
Two. Not burnt. [With all the faith in the world.]
You just make yourself at home. [He grumbles, but he is not in any way stopping Wade. He is slinking behind him to start making coffee.]
[ Wade tosses a package of bacon and carton of eggs onto the counter, then hunts down a skillet to place on the cooktop, arranging rashers of bacon in straight lines over the pan to start them cooking first. With a turn of a knob, he sets them to heat. ]
Over-easy, then. [ Wade's trying very hard not to think of how Cable looked with his pants slung so low on his waist. It's weird how appetizing someone can look with more clothes on than off. He's not sure if it's his hangover or his very recent development with Cable that's making him so fucking unwell, but he's experiencing it. He's aware that Cable is busying himself making coffee but ventures: ]
How well done do you want your bacon?
[ Wade asks, conversationally, as if they weren't just a moment ago comparing their o-faces to death or robots. Wade reaches over to pluck a spatula and tongs from where they're housed. Turns out he knows his way around a kitchen. ]
I'm partial to a little soft, not brittle.
[ Will this be the next hot debate of the day? Stay tuned, Duplicity. ]
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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.]
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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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Cable brushes his own teeth, spitting his toothpaste out aggressively when Wade continues his questioning.]
Of course I have. It's all I fucking think about here.
[He looks visibly irritated as he inspects his stubble in the mirror, opting to leave it. Shaving in front of Wade is risky and who is he trying to impress?]
I'll figure it out. [Firmly, as if he's speaking to himself.]
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It means looking over at a very naked Cable while being similarly dressed, Wade's eyes visibly drop down and then up, sizing him up while his lower lip is tucked under his teeth. Wade looks away, drops the towel, and snags a robe to throw on as if equipping the world's worst armor against sex. ]
Submissives are supposed to spend no less than half their time cohabitating with their Dominant, so consider your options carefully.
[ Wade offers exactly zero new helpful information, but it helps him to say that instead of what's really on his mind. He breezes past, trying to play it cool like he isn't fighting for his fucking life to ask for the spot. He intends to head for the kitchen because the siren song of bacon and eggs is going to make everything feel a lot less insane. But he makes sure to speak directly into Cable's ear as he starts to move. ]
They're gonna hear a lot of us having sex, and I'm not quiet.
[ How presumptuous! But also, he's planting that little thought in his head a tad poisonously, knowing that it's probably going to haunt him. And he hopes it does, makes him think long and hard about who can tolerate front row tickets to that shitshow. ]
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His lip curls briefly at Wade's extremely useless information, as if disgusted by it. He shoots Wade a withering look, then the other man is passing him and speaking into his ear. Cable squeezes his eyes shut and exhales slowly through his nose, his irritation audible.
It does summon a whole host of memories, which Cable opts not to spend too long reflecting on before he comments back.]
No, you're not. Every time you come you act like you're about to die.
[It is a completely neutral observation, punctuated by Cable just getting dressed like they're not discussing their sex lives here. He very pointedly doesn't even remark on the fact that this is going to happen again, the implication just slides past him and Wade will never know if it was intentional or subconscious.]
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Wait. ]
You're unbelievable! [ Wade internally panics as he rounds on Cable and realizes his entire rebuttal consists of complimenting him on sexual prowess. Everything from the way he commands him in the bedroom, where he puts his fucking hands, how he kisses him just sparked up every last nerve ending until he felt like he was fucking dying. He gives up, rolling his eyes and turning around again, shooting a sassy answer as he walks out. ] I can't help it, it's like that virus supercharged your dick. Not all of us can pull off 'sex with the T-1000' act like you can!
[ Wade is heading to the kitchen, yanking open the fridge door and closing his eyes as the cooler air hits his face. He feels flustered. ]
...How do you like your eggs and how many do you want?
[ God. ]
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Cable rises from pulling his pants up and straightens himself to stare directly at Wade as he berates him. As is customary, he just stares deeply and intensely at Wade. Always challenging him to say more than he wants to say and always amazed at how much that ends up being.
His pants are also tantalisingly not pulled up all the way, sitting low on his hips where they were abandoned when Cable started to square up. But that's not important right now.
Cable just stares Wade right out of the room, adjusting himself and his pants before he follows him.]
Two. Not burnt. [With all the faith in the world.]
You just make yourself at home. [He grumbles, but he is not in any way stopping Wade. He is slinking behind him to start making coffee.]
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Over-easy, then. [ Wade's trying very hard not to think of how Cable looked with his pants slung so low on his waist. It's weird how appetizing someone can look with more clothes on than off. He's not sure if it's his hangover or his very recent development with Cable that's making him so fucking unwell, but he's experiencing it. He's aware that Cable is busying himself making coffee but ventures: ]
How well done do you want your bacon?
[ Wade asks, conversationally, as if they weren't just a moment ago comparing their o-faces to death or robots. Wade reaches over to pluck a spatula and tongs from where they're housed. Turns out he knows his way around a kitchen. ]
I'm partial to a little soft, not brittle.
[ Will this be the next hot debate of the day? Stay tuned, Duplicity. ]
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