[ Sex in a place like Duplicity is normal. But there wasn't a whole lot of opportunity to break bread when it came to them before being brought here. Wade sighs as he sits down to eat. Being hungover means he's conflicted about eating, his stomach really doesn't appreciate having black coffee as it's only resident so he knows that he'll feel better once he throws something else down.
Wade picks up his fork and knife, poised over the eggs on his plate. Then starts to slice through them — tidy, because the yolks are the best part when they're still warm and gooey and that shit gets everywhere when you break them. He takes a bite, and where Cable's quiet, he hums appreciatively, chewing a few times before he talks with his mouth full. ]
Cook? [ Wade scoffs with a soft laugh that ends in a snort. Please. Not like he was slaving away in the kitchen there, but it does make him happy to hear it. That's him, culinary genius, master of single-ingredient dishes. ]
Well, [ There's something funny about it, that they barely know one another outside of Russel being what brought their paths to converge across time. Wade places another bite into his mouth as he looks at Cable, expression fond. ]
What do you want to know? [ Wade asks, biting the tip of a piece of bacon. ]
[Cable is about to make a statement about how the best cooks really are the ones who make simple ingredients sing. He's also about to ask Wade to stay forever because he's tired of subsisting on cup noodles and cashews, but he doesn't.]
This is good. [He gestures almost threateningly at his eggs. He takes another mouthful, watching Wade watch him with a fond expression that he doesn't feel he deserves.]
I don't know. [God, his mind.]
Is there anything you'd like me to know? [Now it's like he's softly interrogating Wade and even he doesn't seem to realise it.]
[ Wade wonders if Cable tosses that question back at him because he's playing hard to get, acting like he doesn't have any interest in him. But if he didn't, he wouldn't have let him bother him last night, nor allowed him to crawl into his space like a flea-infested stray which might actually be more tolerable than Wade is.
So he chews on his bite of bacon — which, he notes, is the most perfect fucking strip of pork he's ever eaten in his life, fucking Dominants — with a little amused smile. ]
Let's see. I'm a Sagittarius, I was born in Regina, Saskatchewan so I'm Canadian. [ He carves around the yolk and balances it on his fork to pop it whole in his mouth, chewing a few times before he continues. ] I live in New York with my girl, Vanessa. My two favorite shows are probably The Great British Bake Off and Golden Girls, and my current favorite musical is Yentl. I'm more of a Star Wars girlie than a Star Trek, but I think they're both great.
[ He laughs, taking another bite of egg. ] Those must sound ancient to you.
[Cable is actually just terrible at this. Genuinely terrible. A lot of what Wade says, Cable picked up through his very brief investigation of him. It's different hearing it from his mouth.]
Most of it doesn't mean anything to me. [An honest answer with no irritation laced into it. He doesn't savour his food, so he finishes a lot faster and is now working on his coffee.]
So you got your girl back?
[Wade mentioned the watch a long time ago and Cable, at the time, hardly acknowledged it. Now seems like a good time to talk through that.]
[ Wade huffs a laugh, because sure enough, all of his pop culture references sail over Cable's head but not for the usual reasons. It's because they're fucking decrepit after 50 years. Do they even understand memes or was that lost somewhere in time? Wade shakes his head, but not about Vanessa. ]
I did. Saved some other people, ran some errands. It was a good day.
[ And as he said before, he wound up here, thrown right in Orientation with a line tattooed down his throat. Wade gets a little lost in thought there, but then he resurfaces, long enough to finish with the last yolk he pops into his mouth with a small sound of satisfaction. ]
Supposedly, no one notices we're gone while we're here. But if you ask me, it sounds suspiciously like something you'd tell someone so they don't bolt like a startled horse.
[ Wade wanders off in that special way only untreated attention deficit disorder typically manifests, happily chewing on the last of his bacon. ]
[They did talk about this. Briefly. And Cable probably didn't give the conversation the weight it deserved, but Wade seems as breezy as ever about repeating it. Maybe everything's fine.
Cable follows Wade's through-line into another thought, with the difficulty of someone who thinks far more rigidly.]
Apparently they can send you home and bring you back. Sometimes you remember being here, sometimes you don't.
[ Judging from the look Wade shoots Cable, this is new news. ]
Fuck me.
[ He says, pulling his mug to his face as his shoulders hit the back of his chair. For once, it's an expression and not a request. Then he seems to realize something that makes him straighten up. ]
You mean like if I were to theoretically dismember, neuter, and then unalive a fella, he might be walking around right now?
[ If so, that might be a problem. Also, Wade, maybe don't confess to murder at the breakfast table? ]
[Cable just sits perfectly still as he watches the reactions melt over Wade and the extremely specific and honest scenario spill out.
He takes a further moment, because he has absolutely no idea what to do with this information.]
Uh, yeah? [He seems to click back into place.]
I don't know. I know people who were dead in their world can come here. 'Spose we could both have a lot of intimate acquaintances make it here. [He means the people they've both definitely murdered back home.]
[ Wade pulls back with a quiet oh, landing finally that this whole coming back from the dead thing has more to do with the Duplicity application process. Wade seems to relax, nodding to himself. ]
Mm. Mmhm.
[ Wade lost track of his confirmed kills once he broke 200, he wouldn't mind another go at Sergei Valishnikov. Might be cathartic to take him apart piece by fucking piece, like he did his heart. Wade visibly pulls himself out of that pleasant thought back to Cable, smiling like he wasn't just talking about murder, indiscriminate and discriminate. Wade knows Cable can handle himself just fine, but it wasn't too long ago that they were locking eyes as they executed the child-abusing staff of Essex House for Mutant Rehabilitation together. ]
Does that worry you? [ Wade drapes himself along the back of the chair, turning his robed body toward Cable, resting his head against the crook of his arm. ] Do you find yourself in the market for a morally flexible merc to watch your six?
[There is a thread of thought there that Cable could pull. It's tempting, he is curious, but decides he'd prefer Wade to volunteer whatever information he's milling over.]
Not particularly. There's nobody here who can't take care of themselves. [Like a morally flexible merc.]
Kind of assumed we'd be watching each other's backs.
[ Wade looks away, because Cable is right and in the wake of that, Wade feels foolish for making that flirty. He scoots out his chair and gets up, collecting his place, then Cable's. Leaning in to punctuate his next thought with a kiss onto Cable's temple as he says: ]
And you assumed correctly.
[ Wade realizes in hindsight scenario feels crazy and normal all at the same time. Wade pulls away to put the dishes in the sink, turning on the faucet to wash them despite the fact there's a perfectly serviceable dishwasher likely in this expensive unit. He's scrubbing the plates and flatware because he needs an outlet for his nervous fucking energy. ]
[Cable scrunches his eye closed as Wade kisses his temple. He grits his teeth and makes an irritated sound, but it sort of irritates him that he didn't hate that.
He doesn't really hate watching Wade swan around his apartment in his robe, washing his dishes either. Not because of the dominance it asserts over him or whatever, but because it's comfortable and sweet as if they didn't have absolutely filthy sex all night in the other room.
That thought makes him have a renewed appreciation for the fact that Wade came here. Wade sought him out, crawled into his lap. Does he do that for everyone he gets attention from? Cable frowns into his coffee cup, which makes it look like he's annoyed to be connected.
His eyes trail over to the teddy bear on his shelf, then back to the table in front of him, then the window, then Wade.]
Yeah, we are. [He affirms. But how connected do we want to be?]
Thanks for breakfast. [He glances away again, casually sipping his coffee.]
[ Wade has, under the grip of the orgasm collars, rolled around under Erik's gaze when he was at his horny worst, has broken into apartments to try to get his cuddle on the first night in Duplicity, flirtatiously walked his fingers along the surface of many bodies. But for Cable, he crawled on his hands and knees, in part due to intoxication, but also because he wanted to. It's not to say that touch-starved Wade Wilson doesn't lean to most touches that come his way, but something about Cable makes him yield to his designation where few can.
As he predicted, Wade feels restored with food in him, and as he puts away the cleaned dishes, he takes a drink of water. Something that he nearly chokes on when Cable casually quantifies last night with the breathtakingly inadequate rating of 'good'. He sputters. ]
Good? [ Wade hates that he can feel the blood rushing from his head all the way down to his fucking johnson, like it just can't wait to be taunted again. But he dries his hands and slinks up behind Cable, hands mismatched as they begin to slide down his front from his shoulders, Wade's voice dropping to a sultry note as he looks at him from over one shoulder. ] Yeah, a bit of an understatement.
[ One of those hands continues to slide down, sexually aggressive, ready to squeeze Cable's cock from over his clothes. ] Wanna go again?
[Asserts Cable, who describes very few things as good and thus has given last night an acceptable and positive rating in his view.
Somehow he just knows when he's said something that has pressed a button with Wade. He straightens a little in his chair as he anticipates the other man slinking over, but he doesn't put down his coffee. Even when Wade's arms run down his chest. It feels nice, sure, but he feels teased and so he frowns.
Cable grunts at the squeeze to his cock, neither irritated nor aroused. Just an involuntary grunt.
Leaning back to look at Wade, Cable's stubbled face brushes against him as he shifts. Intentional? Maybe.]
[ Wade kind of likes how Cable doesn't just tolerate him, he allows him to enjoy his body. It makes this feel... special. Like Wade is a special case. He also likes how he calmly calls him out on his bullshit. But mostly he enjoys the feel of his morning-after stubble against his skin. That also feels like he unlocked bonus content he wouldn't have otherwise seen never mind felt. Wade's hands slide up to feel around his stomach and chest, enjoying the feel of his body from over his shirt.
He considers the question, eyes searching a corner of the room before he squints, then watches his face again. ]
Sometimes I think about how society's views on mutant-kind resemble the early struggles of what it means to be 'different' and that it's a surprisingly apt metaphor for what was happening with the Civil Rights Movement in the 70s, the 2000s and today, particularly with the LGBTQ community.
[ Wade answers sincerely. ]
...But yeah, most of the time when I'm around you I'm just thinking about sex.
[Cable doesn't know what he expected from asking Wade a relatively direct question, but it wasn't that. He clenches his jaw a little listening to it, but seems to consider it a moment.]
Uh-huh.
[Cable's face shifts again and yes, he brushes against Wade again as he does that. He finishes his coffee, flicking his tongue across his top lip to savour the taste.
Wade's hands can map over his shirt (which is tight because that's how he prefers them) and Cable isn't stopping him.]
But it's not just me, is it? This is your bit.
[For Cable, these questions and observations are actually asked with a surprising gentleness. It's not from judgement but from curiousity and a desperate need to figure out where he stands.]
[ Wade tilts his head back and forth, considering it again. Cable's not wrong. ]
More or less. I mean, making a joke out of everything is kinda my thing. Being horny on main, I guess.
[ But what makes it different? It's the way he makes him feel inside, how for days after he's still thinking about him. He's been busy during his short time here at Duplicity, but all those moments are fun and interesting diversions. Some even further whatever plot awaits him here. People like Ed, who was one of the first to make him feel loved with their explosive, whirlwind romance. ]
But you — you're like fucking catnip to me. [ Wade slinks lower, his arms holding and sliding over his shirt, textured cheek brushing against his stubble. It feels intimate, but almost accidentally so. ] You kinda drive me crazy.
[Cable repeats back in disbelief, narrowing his eyes at Wade. Of course, he's fully aware that he deliberately winds Wade up, but he absolutely doesn't perceive himself as someone who would drive anyone crazy in the way Wade is referring to.
Cable leans back in his chair, pushing away from the table slightly. There's an open invitation for Wade to move into the space he's created there, but not one Wade will hear put into words.
His head remains still where Wade has shifted against it, not leaning in but seemingly content there. The feeling and smell of Wade's skin is something that is becoming familiar, almost comforting.]
[ It's somewhat satisfying to hear Cable say that, because by implication, that incredulousness comes from somewhere. Wade briefly noses against his stubble, fighting a smug grin. ]
Does that mean I drive you crazy? I don't mean in the usual, Wade, shut-the-fuck-up kinda way.
[ Wade meets his gaze, his hands stilling over Cable's tight-fitting shirt, considering his next move. He notes the space he could absolutely fit into for a moment, and then returns his gaze on Cable. As if telling him he saw what he did. ]
Like if I just... walked around to the front of your chair right now and threw off this robe. What would that do?
[ Wade asks, murmuring into the shell of Cable's ear, his fingers drawing aimless patterns into the front of his shirt. ]
You're a fucking handful, you know that. Right? You're a fulltime fucking job.
[Cable sounds extremely exasperated because Wade really does have him cornered here. Having his smart, little hands rubbing up and down his chest is making Cable perk up but god he hates to be perceived.]
If you threw your robe off and got your dick out I would assume you want me to fuck you and I'd be right.
[And he would, is the answer Wade is looking for there but Cable just waves dismissively at Wade.]
[ Wade knows he is, it's why he only, up until Cable showed up, entertains bare-minimum contracts. Because he knows he's a handful, a full-fucking-time job. Because he fears more than anything of overstaying his welcome in a place that's unforgiving of useless Submissives. But that's not what he's thinking of when he considers Cable's challenge, he's only thinking of how he can prove him wrong. Prove that he's not someone to dismiss or underestimate.
Wade bites the lobe of his ear, giving it a firm tug before he peels away from him, rising to his full height, looking down at him as he walks that half-circle around him to the front of his chair. He looks at him from one angle, then another, sizing him up. He leans back against the kitchen table, the left side of the robe slipping down one shoulder as he lets his eyes examine Cable from top to bottom.
When his eyes meet Cable's again, he lifts a leg and slams a foot onto the negligible space between his thighs on the chair and shoves his foot forward to press against his crotch, chin tipping up defiantly as he feels him up with his foot as he slowly threads one end of the tie holding his robe together out of its knot. Once undone, he starts to peel himself out of the robe one sleeve at a time, watching Cable as he teases the front of his pants with rubbing pressure from his goddamn foot. ]
[Cable isn't quite sure if Wade will do the initial, ridiculous thing he suggested or move onto another ridiculous thing when he responds. He keeps Cable engaged, though, which is sort of what he prefers.
When he nips his earlobe, it becomes apparent to Cable that Wade is absolutely working himself up into being in heat again and he can only be impressed with his relentless stamina.
Cable's brow arches slowly as Wade's robe slips down his shoulder, then shoots back up when his foot launches far too close to his dick with way too much speed. That earns him a withering look, but it fades into something smug? Amused?
He leans back in his chair, folding his arms loosely over his chest but giving Wade his full attention.
The foot on his cock is an interesting sensation, so much so that it makes him exhale from the way it builds pressure in him. It comes out as a mix of exasperation and relief, a small smile pulling at his lips.]
[ As Wade threads one arm out of the robe, he lets the other slide off the other shoulder, a hand keeping the edge of the robe over his cock. The fabric falls a little more away from his body the more he moves his leg. The loose hold he has on that robe means there are tempting glimpses of his bare hip, his inner thigh, and occasionally a peek at some part of his shaft. It's a tease, of course, and hard to call it stripping when you're only wearing a single robe.
But as he gives Cable's dick a little stepping pressure, he moves down (with decidedly less pressure to wriggle his toes further down, playing with his sac with a playful wink, then pushes away from the table to nimbly climb into his lap, the robe trailing behind him, a snatch of fabric still covering his front as he tries to take Cable's hands and run them down the front of his chest. Hooking his legs in the legs of the chair, Wade leans back so he can show off his impressive command over his strong body, that under all those scars is a flexible, fit figure, one he's free to touch. He runs his hands down from neck to hips, the metal hand making him hitch in a laugh as the chill approaches his vulnerable, sensitive areas, basically anywhere below the navel.
Wade's leaning so far back that his shoulder blades almost touch his knees, and it's at this point that he winds his hips, glutes rubbing around in his lap as he bites on his lower lip. Huh, turns out this is becoming a turn-on for Wade, too. ]
[Cable is genuinely impressed at how artful Wade is able to be during his little performance. If Wade is aiming to captivate his attention, he's succeeding. Cable has no idea what he did in life to make his entire destiny intertwine with this ridiculous twink's, but it's not all bad.
Another grunt escapes Cable, reeling from the strange but pleasant sensation of toes on his nethers to having a lap full of Wade. God he moves fast. Cable allows his hands to be placed on his front, keenly spreading his fingers and running them slowly and encouragingly up the span of his front. His fingers curl and trace curiously at the places that make Wade's breath hitch.
Cable's hands rest on his waist as Wade starts to lean-- and lean-- and lean. Cable is positive he would have snapped in half like a kit-kat bar in Wade's position, so he's really able to admire it. Wade doesn't really need his hands on him to support him, but they linger, thumbs rubbing circles on him.
The noise he makes is something between a laugh, something impressed and a long, drawn out sigh of pleasure. Again, he's not sure what he did to summon this kind of crazy in his life, but crazy knows how to move their hips.]
You say that like it's hard.
[You're already crazy, Wade.
Cable's hands run curiously up and down Wade's sides.]
[ Wade performs like a man (with incredible core strength) who has spent way too many hours in a strip club or two, likely back when he was simultaneously stalking Vanessa while slicing his way through Francis' crew. Wade's muscles bunch as he goes from leaning nearly horizontal without touching Cable's knees to curling up again, hands catching onto the back of Cable's chair. He huffs a playful laugh, then sighs, because in his attempts at riling Cable up, he's only managed to get himself all hot and bothered. The duality of Cable's hands — one warm, calloused but soft... the other cold, hard, and smooth — takes Wade's breath away, and as he feels them running up and down his sides, he settles onto his lap, the robe still covering him across the lap. His movements slow to long, languid rolls of his hips and it's a miracle the robe doesn't slide off. ]
Sorry, what am I doing? I really know how to commit to the bit, huh?
[ Wade teases, his hands feeling their way up Cable's arms, smoothing over his chest where he can feel how all this touch has started to excite his intact flesh and as one hand climbs up the metal creeping up Cable's neck, he wonders how much sensation he has in that organic metal. Obviously, there's some. His thumb traces along the edge of Cable's jaw, rasping through stubble. ]
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Wade picks up his fork and knife, poised over the eggs on his plate. Then starts to slice through them — tidy, because the yolks are the best part when they're still warm and gooey and that shit gets everywhere when you break them. He takes a bite, and where Cable's quiet, he hums appreciatively, chewing a few times before he talks with his mouth full. ]
Cook? [ Wade scoffs with a soft laugh that ends in a snort. Please. Not like he was slaving away in the kitchen there, but it does make him happy to hear it. That's him, culinary genius, master of single-ingredient dishes. ]
Well, [ There's something funny about it, that they barely know one another outside of Russel being what brought their paths to converge across time. Wade places another bite into his mouth as he looks at Cable, expression fond. ]
What do you want to know? [ Wade asks, biting the tip of a piece of bacon. ]
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This is good. [He gestures almost threateningly at his eggs. He takes another mouthful, watching Wade watch him with a fond expression that he doesn't feel he deserves.]
I don't know. [God, his mind.]
Is there anything you'd like me to know? [Now it's like he's softly interrogating Wade and even he doesn't seem to realise it.]
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So he chews on his bite of bacon — which, he notes, is the most perfect fucking strip of pork he's ever eaten in his life, fucking Dominants — with a little amused smile. ]
Let's see. I'm a Sagittarius, I was born in Regina, Saskatchewan so I'm Canadian. [ He carves around the yolk and balances it on his fork to pop it whole in his mouth, chewing a few times before he continues. ] I live in New York with my girl, Vanessa. My two favorite shows are probably The Great British Bake Off and Golden Girls, and my current favorite musical is Yentl. I'm more of a Star Wars girlie than a Star Trek, but I think they're both great.
[ He laughs, taking another bite of egg. ] Those must sound ancient to you.
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Most of it doesn't mean anything to me. [An honest answer with no irritation laced into it. He doesn't savour his food, so he finishes a lot faster and is now working on his coffee.]
So you got your girl back?
[Wade mentioned the watch a long time ago and Cable, at the time, hardly acknowledged it. Now seems like a good time to talk through that.]
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I did. Saved some other people, ran some errands. It was a good day.
[ And as he said before, he wound up here, thrown right in Orientation with a line tattooed down his throat. Wade gets a little lost in thought there, but then he resurfaces, long enough to finish with the last yolk he pops into his mouth with a small sound of satisfaction. ]
Supposedly, no one notices we're gone while we're here. But if you ask me, it sounds suspiciously like something you'd tell someone so they don't bolt like a startled horse.
[ Wade wanders off in that special way only untreated attention deficit disorder typically manifests, happily chewing on the last of his bacon. ]
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Cable follows Wade's through-line into another thought, with the difficulty of someone who thinks far more rigidly.]
Apparently they can send you home and bring you back. Sometimes you remember being here, sometimes you don't.
[He leans back in his chair as he considers it.]
People come back from the dead, here.
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Fuck me.
[ He says, pulling his mug to his face as his shoulders hit the back of his chair. For once, it's an expression and not a request. Then he seems to realize something that makes him straighten up. ]
You mean like if I were to theoretically dismember, neuter, and then unalive a fella, he might be walking around right now?
[ If so, that might be a problem. Also, Wade, maybe don't confess to murder at the breakfast table? ]
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He takes a further moment, because he has absolutely no idea what to do with this information.]
Uh, yeah? [He seems to click back into place.]
I don't know. I know people who were dead in their world can come here. 'Spose we could both have a lot of intimate acquaintances make it here. [He means the people they've both definitely murdered back home.]
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Mm. Mmhm.
[ Wade lost track of his confirmed kills once he broke 200, he wouldn't mind another go at Sergei Valishnikov. Might be cathartic to take him apart piece by fucking piece, like he did his heart. Wade visibly pulls himself out of that pleasant thought back to Cable, smiling like he wasn't just talking about murder, indiscriminate and discriminate. Wade knows Cable can handle himself just fine, but it wasn't too long ago that they were locking eyes as they executed the child-abusing staff of Essex House for Mutant Rehabilitation together. ]
Does that worry you? [ Wade drapes himself along the back of the chair, turning his robed body toward Cable, resting his head against the crook of his arm. ] Do you find yourself in the market for a morally flexible merc to watch your six?
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Not particularly. There's nobody here who can't take care of themselves. [Like a morally flexible merc.]
Kind of assumed we'd be watching each other's backs.
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And you assumed correctly.
[ Wade realizes in hindsight scenario feels crazy and normal all at the same time. Wade pulls away to put the dishes in the sink, turning on the faucet to wash them despite the fact there's a perfectly serviceable dishwasher likely in this expensive unit. He's scrubbing the plates and flatware because he needs an outlet for his nervous fucking energy. ]
Like you said, we're connected.
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He doesn't really hate watching Wade swan around his apartment in his robe, washing his dishes either. Not because of the dominance it asserts over him or whatever, but because it's comfortable and sweet as if they didn't have absolutely filthy sex all night in the other room.
That thought makes him have a renewed appreciation for the fact that Wade came here. Wade sought him out, crawled into his lap. Does he do that for everyone he gets attention from? Cable frowns into his coffee cup, which makes it look like he's annoyed to be connected.
His eyes trail over to the teddy bear on his shelf, then back to the table in front of him, then the window, then Wade.]
Yeah, we are. [He affirms. But how connected do we want to be?]
Thanks for breakfast. [He glances away again, casually sipping his coffee.]
And last night. It was good.
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As he predicted, Wade feels restored with food in him, and as he puts away the cleaned dishes, he takes a drink of water. Something that he nearly chokes on when Cable casually quantifies last night with the breathtakingly inadequate rating of 'good'. He sputters. ]
Good? [ Wade hates that he can feel the blood rushing from his head all the way down to his fucking johnson, like it just can't wait to be taunted again. But he dries his hands and slinks up behind Cable, hands mismatched as they begin to slide down his front from his shoulders, Wade's voice dropping to a sultry note as he looks at him from over one shoulder. ] Yeah, a bit of an understatement.
[ One of those hands continues to slide down, sexually aggressive, ready to squeeze Cable's cock from over his clothes. ] Wanna go again?
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[Asserts Cable, who describes very few things as good and thus has given last night an acceptable and positive rating in his view.
Somehow he just knows when he's said something that has pressed a button with Wade. He straightens a little in his chair as he anticipates the other man slinking over, but he doesn't put down his coffee. Even when Wade's arms run down his chest. It feels nice, sure, but he feels teased and so he frowns.
Cable grunts at the squeeze to his cock, neither irritated nor aroused. Just an involuntary grunt.
Leaning back to look at Wade, Cable's stubbled face brushes against him as he shifts. Intentional? Maybe.]
Do you ever think about anything else?
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He considers the question, eyes searching a corner of the room before he squints, then watches his face again. ]
Sometimes I think about how society's views on mutant-kind resemble the early struggles of what it means to be 'different' and that it's a surprisingly apt metaphor for what was happening with the Civil Rights Movement in the 70s, the 2000s and today, particularly with the LGBTQ community.
[ Wade answers sincerely. ]
...But yeah, most of the time when I'm around you I'm just thinking about sex.
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Uh-huh.
[Cable's face shifts again and yes, he brushes against Wade again as he does that. He finishes his coffee, flicking his tongue across his top lip to savour the taste.
Wade's hands can map over his shirt (which is tight because that's how he prefers them) and Cable isn't stopping him.]
But it's not just me, is it? This is your bit.
[For Cable, these questions and observations are actually asked with a surprising gentleness. It's not from judgement but from curiousity and a desperate need to figure out where he stands.]
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More or less. I mean, making a joke out of everything is kinda my thing. Being horny on main, I guess.
[ But what makes it different? It's the way he makes him feel inside, how for days after he's still thinking about him. He's been busy during his short time here at Duplicity, but all those moments are fun and interesting diversions. Some even further whatever plot awaits him here. People like Ed, who was one of the first to make him feel loved with their explosive, whirlwind romance. ]
But you — you're like fucking catnip to me. [ Wade slinks lower, his arms holding and sliding over his shirt, textured cheek brushing against his stubble. It feels intimate, but almost accidentally so. ] You kinda drive me crazy.
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[Cable repeats back in disbelief, narrowing his eyes at Wade. Of course, he's fully aware that he deliberately winds Wade up, but he absolutely doesn't perceive himself as someone who would drive anyone crazy in the way Wade is referring to.
Cable leans back in his chair, pushing away from the table slightly. There's an open invitation for Wade to move into the space he's created there, but not one Wade will hear put into words.
His head remains still where Wade has shifted against it, not leaning in but seemingly content there. The feeling and smell of Wade's skin is something that is becoming familiar, almost comforting.]
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Does that mean I drive you crazy? I don't mean in the usual, Wade, shut-the-fuck-up kinda way.
[ Wade meets his gaze, his hands stilling over Cable's tight-fitting shirt, considering his next move. He notes the space he could absolutely fit into for a moment, and then returns his gaze on Cable. As if telling him he saw what he did. ]
Like if I just... walked around to the front of your chair right now and threw off this robe. What would that do?
[ Wade asks, murmuring into the shell of Cable's ear, his fingers drawing aimless patterns into the front of his shirt. ]
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[Cable sounds extremely exasperated because Wade really does have him cornered here. Having his smart, little hands rubbing up and down his chest is making Cable perk up but god he hates to be perceived.]
If you threw your robe off and got your dick out I would assume you want me to fuck you and I'd be right.
[And he would, is the answer Wade is looking for there but Cable just waves dismissively at Wade.]
Go on, fucking do it.
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Wade bites the lobe of his ear, giving it a firm tug before he peels away from him, rising to his full height, looking down at him as he walks that half-circle around him to the front of his chair. He looks at him from one angle, then another, sizing him up. He leans back against the kitchen table, the left side of the robe slipping down one shoulder as he lets his eyes examine Cable from top to bottom.
When his eyes meet Cable's again, he lifts a leg and slams a foot onto the negligible space between his thighs on the chair and shoves his foot forward to press against his crotch, chin tipping up defiantly as he feels him up with his foot as he slowly threads one end of the tie holding his robe together out of its knot. Once undone, he starts to peel himself out of the robe one sleeve at a time, watching Cable as he teases the front of his pants with rubbing pressure from his goddamn foot. ]
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When he nips his earlobe, it becomes apparent to Cable that Wade is absolutely working himself up into being in heat again and he can only be impressed with his relentless stamina.
Cable's brow arches slowly as Wade's robe slips down his shoulder, then shoots back up when his foot launches far too close to his dick with way too much speed. That earns him a withering look, but it fades into something smug? Amused?
He leans back in his chair, folding his arms loosely over his chest but giving Wade his full attention.
The foot on his cock is an interesting sensation, so much so that it makes him exhale from the way it builds pressure in him. It comes out as a mix of exasperation and relief, a small smile pulling at his lips.]
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But as he gives Cable's dick a little stepping pressure, he moves down (with decidedly less pressure to wriggle his toes further down, playing with his sac with a playful wink, then pushes away from the table to nimbly climb into his lap, the robe trailing behind him, a snatch of fabric still covering his front as he tries to take Cable's hands and run them down the front of his chest. Hooking his legs in the legs of the chair, Wade leans back so he can show off his impressive command over his strong body, that under all those scars is a flexible, fit figure, one he's free to touch. He runs his hands down from neck to hips, the metal hand making him hitch in a laugh as the chill approaches his vulnerable, sensitive areas, basically anywhere below the navel.
Wade's leaning so far back that his shoulder blades almost touch his knees, and it's at this point that he winds his hips, glutes rubbing around in his lap as he bites on his lower lip. Huh, turns out this is becoming a turn-on for Wade, too. ]
I told you, you drive me crazy.
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Another grunt escapes Cable, reeling from the strange but pleasant sensation of toes on his nethers to having a lap full of Wade. God he moves fast. Cable allows his hands to be placed on his front, keenly spreading his fingers and running them slowly and encouragingly up the span of his front. His fingers curl and trace curiously at the places that make Wade's breath hitch.
Cable's hands rest on his waist as Wade starts to lean-- and lean-- and lean. Cable is positive he would have snapped in half like a kit-kat bar in Wade's position, so he's really able to admire it. Wade doesn't really need his hands on him to support him, but they linger, thumbs rubbing circles on him.
The noise he makes is something between a laugh, something impressed and a long, drawn out sigh of pleasure. Again, he's not sure what he did to summon this kind of crazy in his life, but crazy knows how to move their hips.]
You say that like it's hard.
[You're already crazy, Wade.
Cable's hands run curiously up and down Wade's sides.]
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Sorry, what am I doing? I really know how to commit to the bit, huh?
[ Wade teases, his hands feeling their way up Cable's arms, smoothing over his chest where he can feel how all this touch has started to excite his intact flesh and as one hand climbs up the metal creeping up Cable's neck, he wonders how much sensation he has in that organic metal. Obviously, there's some. His thumb traces along the edge of Cable's jaw, rasping through stubble. ]
Dunno what it is. But it feels easy.
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