[ Wade collides the narrow necks of their bottles together like they're not representative of shit, crowding into his space just a smidge more than appropriate. Wade tries so hard not to let that one moment define them and yet it's the only thing he can think of. Fuck. ]
The one about being quota partners, moose knuckle.
[ Wade says, darkly. He remembers that night with vivid detail, even as he empties the cool contents of that beer into his throat, he watches Cable from around the neck of that brown bottle. ]
If you'd rather it be anyone else, I wouldn't blame you. [ Wade always thinks it's him who is the problem, that someone wouldn't want him. But he also leaves an out. ] I'm just saying... it's not a problem for me.
[Cable makes a considering sound. It is infuriatingly neutral, he is neither disgusted nor enticed. This is because in his mind it was obvious that they had agreed on this.]
Why would it be a problem for me? We already did it.
[Again, his tone is flat and he's giving Wade nothing here.]
But I thought you didn't want to be the other woman.
[ Wade, eternally dwelling in that no-man's-land known by the unfuckable, reconsiders everything he knows of Cable and finds himself alone on a desolate island of questions. ]
Fuck off. [ Wade answers, distantly. He's not sure if Cable's being honest or merely performative. He stands there in the middle of his lavish apartment, bottle opened and foaming at the tip, undrunk. Wade can't look away from Cable's face as much as he needs to. He wants to hear it from him without the run-off, the aphro, whatever else might be clouding their judgment. ]
...And if I wanted to again? Say, tonight?
[ Wade already heard it before, now he's just searching for confirmation, the kind he always craves for. ]
[Still maintaining eye contact, Cable narrows his gaze and squints at Wade. His bottle rests on his lips for a moment before he tips in up, draining a considerable amount. Long enough to keep the tension in the room before he stops.]
[ Wade is slow to drink, spends too much time dwelling on how Cable meets his gaze in that discriminating, analytical way he does. Like he's measuring him, weighing him. Finding him wanting. It shouldn't turn him on but it always does.
Wade plays with the neck of his untouched bottle of beer, too distracted to sip from the bottle he opened and served up for two. He doesn't like how 'not getting enough of it' sounds accusatory, like he's not getting enough from those who matter, or that he's not worth it to those who should. He can tell he's being batted about like a toy. He just doesn't exactly know why it's Cable doing it. ]
No. [ He answers, defensively. His gaze scoots from the neck of his bottle to Cable, watching him taunt from halfway through his beer while Wade lingers in the wings to even taste his. Fuck, what is wrong with him? Can't he enjoy a single fucking commercial break of happiness without having to answer for it? Once? The tension is so thick that Wade finds himself tearing through it with far too much force when he demands: ] You wanna pretend you didn't like it?
[Cable says coldly, but he's aware he's entering an uncomfortable zone where being too aloof is probably going to hurt some feelings.
And he shouldn't care. But he does. A little.
He sets his almost empty bottle of beer down and moves to sink into an armchair that is way too soft for him. Finally, as an olive branch, he taps the arm of it to summon Wade closer.]
I'm asking you if you want it from me or if you need it from me?
[ Wade tracks him every step of the way until Cable drops himself into that chair and he feels himself drawn in by his own gravitational pull. Wade gives him his untouched beer by sliding it into his empty hand by the time Cable's gravitas draws him inevitably into his orbit. ]
...I don't know what the right answer is.
[ It's one of the most honest things he's said since he was tattooed and collared. ]
How bad is it that I want it?
[ Wade finally admits, but only when he's close enough to drop to his knees before Cable. He thinks maybe the collar is to blame, a lingering Pavlovian effect, making him want to obey, bow before his betters, but he's not even thinking of any of that. He's only thinking of Cable, who he is, what he means to Wade. What he's done to save him even when it costs him so dearly. ]
Am I allowed to want you? You can say no. I'd rather you say no.
[Says Cable, who has been laying intentional and unintentional landmines for them both to deal with since he got here.
He's also not really sure how he feels and he's definitely not sure how to be upfront or honest about it. The beer sliding in his hand goes almost unacknowledged until he starts to scratch idly at the label.]
I don't know what the fuck that means. [If Wade would rather he said no, is he not interested? Doing it out of obligation? Does that bother Cable? It feels like it does.]
I already said you're my type, didn't I?
[He's kind of joking and kind of seriously implying that comparing Wade to his dead wife was a true testament to his interest in him.]
If you want to make what we did a regular thing, it makes sense.
[Bluntly.]
If you're worried about my feelings, you're a fucking moron. [He looks up at Wade, visibly tired by this.]
Isn't this what people do here? Fuck? Does it need to be something on paper?
[ Cabel's delivery might be cold, callous... but it's exactly what Wade needs to hear. And like his designation, he slips neatly into Cable's hand like that beer does, and there's something fitting about how he instantly scratches the label off. Doesn't want a label on this either. Wade drifts into his orbit at 'my type' because it sounds a thousand times better than the rejection he was anticipating.
'Does it need to be something on paper' earns an emphatic no, except it's Wade shaking his head while he stands too close to where Cable sits, his knees bullying space on either side of the cushion Cable sits on as he sits himself onto his lap. hands grasping the back of his chair. ]
Ground rules, then? [ Wade manages, his throat dry. Out of all the encounters he's had, this one is the one that makes him nervous. What does it mean when someone's type is Wade fucking Wilson? ] This ain't Pretty Woman.
[ Wade settles on his thighs, hands smoothing up from the back of the chair over Cable's shoulders, his thumbs tracing the line of his jaw. He's asking about kissing, of all things. ]
[Cable sits motionless while Wade shifts and repositions himself around him like an overstimulated cat. When he finally settles on his lap, Cable looks up at him with a you done yet? expression.
He sets the beer bottle down on the coffee table beside him, but he doesn't move his hands to touch Wade yet.]
It sure as shit isn't. [He agrees, but he considers it. While he thinks, he catches Wade's wrist. He cannot be distracted while he is trying to develop an opinion of this.]
You mind your business and I'll mind mine. [He says finally, simply. His fingers twitch and finally, he rests a metal hand on the small of Wade's back.]
And neither of us are the other woman. Because this is nothing.
But Wade accepts it, because it defines a lot of his wild encounters, the very filthy baseline of his relationships with those he would have never otherwise had an opportunity to meet, let alone fuck. The city gives him gifts the multiverse never could have, up to and including this one. Wade holds his affection for Cable like a secret as he follows the strong line of his jaw with his thumbs, a thought interrupted when Cable snatches him by the wrist. ]
Okay. [ Wade relents, because trying to navigate this minefield is fucking exhausting. ] Can I fucking kiss you now? I can't cum without a little intimacy.
[ That's a lie, but a convenient one. Wade's already pushing forward, nosing past Cable's nose to try to kiss the corner of his mouth, to try to capture his lips in a more full one. He's got himself all turned on over nothing and now that he's in Cable's lap, he's having a hard time controlling himself. ]
[Cable says, as if he pulled it right from Wade's mind. Because he has analysed Wade enough. Also because he very pointedly did not kiss him and he came just fine before.
But what is intimacy anyway? A little frightening, apparently, since that one kiss to the corner of his mouth makes him more uncomfortable than Wade's whole ass in his lap. Not in an ew get off me way, it's just a weird twist in his gut. It feels like guilt, but guilt doesn't feel like the right word.
Whether or not he expresses it, he cares about Wade and he cares deeply. He doesn't have many people he cares about here or there or anywhere. Putting someone he cares about in this position is strange.
What's also strange is that Wade is intoxicatingly comforting to Cable. So, despite the grimace he pulls when he's kissed, he looks up at Wade through his eye lashes and moves his hand up to the back of his neck.
He presses down, leaning up and kissing almost experimentally. Like he's trying to taste something here.]
[ What's terrifying is Wade knows Cable cares. No one uses their one and only chance to get back home like he did. On someone fucking useless — someone who doesn't matter at all in his timeline, someone dead 50 years from now. Cable isn't the kind of guy who forms attachments. And yet, Wade wouldn't be here unless he did, and we're not just talking about in his fucking lap.
wade's fingers slide through the short, buzzy cut at the back of Cable's head as he kisses him like he wanted to before that run-off confused his nerve-endings and thought processes into nothing but animal fucking instinct and unbridled lust. Wade kisses him like he'd kiss Vanessa — with feeling, needy, like he craves this too much. It might be more intense than Cable wants, especially when he tries to feed him his tongue with a hungry moan.
Or maybe, just maybe, that's precisely what Cable needs, too. ]
[The kiss is a lot to take in, and not just because Wade is shoving his tongue in his mouth already. If it wasn't a complicated situation and if he weren't Cable, he might laugh a little at the intensity.
But he also leans into it, because this is much better than pussyfooting around with some smooches and chaste little tongue flicks. Cable grunts into the kiss, rejecting Wade's tongue from his mouth but only so he can lead the charge and shove his tongue in Wade's mouth. He pushes down on his neck again, pushing him closer.
This is probably the last thing he needs, honestly. What he needed to do is remind Wade that once they start tongue-fucking each other's mouths, life is going to get much more complicated. What he does instead is catch Wade's chin and rub his thumb over his bottom lip as he kisses him.
His other hand slips off Wade's neck, then the hand on Wade's chin gently pushes him out of the kiss so he can lean back in his chair and look up at him.]
You alright? [Because that was a lot. But he's not complaining and he's not pushing away-- it's a genuine check-in.]
Don't give me more than you want to give. [He adds, as a gentle warning. Suspecting Wade has a predilection for throwing everything at everyone whether he actually wants to or not-- and Cable wants him to want it-- but he can't say that.]
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[ Wade doesn't exactly fight the rejection, but there's a way he pushes and pulls in Cable's lap when he feels that hand yank him in and that tongue push him out, a wet sound as he feels Cable feed him his tongue instead, which he hungrily accepts. It's the kind of thing he should have expected from him, but doesn't, because this has never been their thing, outside of Wade's imagination and a palm of lotion in some lonely watch of the night.
Wade feels like he's looking at Cable with a dreamy, half-lidded gaze as he detects the unexpected tenderness of his touch to his scarred bottom lip. Takes a moment to process what's happening because Cable gives it to him. Wade nods, gathering his bottom lip under his teeth just to taste that lingering hint of beer he hasn't sampled unless it was off Cable's tongue. ]
Uh-huh.
[ Fuck. That's it. Wade can feel himself falling headlong into something completely reckless, all because Cable fucking checks in, leaving Wade without his last remaining excuse that there isn't something here. Wade's heart is pounding. Wade's hands slide down either side of Cable's neck, his hips riding up his thighs to press eagerly against his body. ]
Don't give me a free pass, I'll fucking use it. [ Wade takes a breath, and it's a greedy one, deep and heavy. All this works like Cupid's arrow right into his black, cancerous heart, and the most romantic thing Wade can manage is a lust-drunk: ] I want to ride your cock.
[Cable says, sounding satisfied with the response even though he knows they're both probably not alright and just whirling past the check points.
Under Wade's lap, Cable is already semi-hard from the friction and the kissing. Wade knows what he's doing and he does it well. Last time Cable kept the control, this time he's feeling the leash slip.]
Use it. [Cable says, daringly. The lights are dimming and it makes his eye glow almost invitingly.
His brow arches. He's curious. Neither of them are leaving without fucking now, that is very apparent.]
[ Wade's hands are unsteady, nearly trembling with urgency as he feels around his belt, fishing around for a half-used tube of creamy lubricant. He drops it between them as he unclasps his belt, keeping his eyes locked onto Cable's. He throws it along with his pouches onto the floor and with it falls his mask. Wade pulls off his gloves, leaving them somewhere behind Cable's chair as he rolls his hips, riding up against his thighs, rubbing his own burgeoning erection up against Cable's.
Guiding one of his hands to the back of his suit, he lets Cable feel for the hidden zipper at the back, one of two that rides along the same track back to front, front to back, so he knows it's there, anytime he wants it, anytime he needs it. But then Wade takes his hands away, knees adjusting as he straightens up with a sharper arch to his back, pulling the zipper down the front of his suit starting beneath his leather collar. Threading his arms out of the tactical suit, he slides down Cable's thighs to toe off each of his shoes and finally step out of his suit completely, leaving him abruptly nude, his half-hard cock swaying unhindered by fabric. ]
We're breaking in your bed.
[ Swiping the lubricant off Cable's lap, his palm squeezes it against the bulge in his pants, rough and pointed, his mouth nipping a biting kiss on his chin. ]
[In response to Wade's frantic energy, Cable remains still in his seat and just watches. Wade reliably puts on a show while making intense eye contact, which Cable matches.
He breathes out a groan when Wade rolls his hips against him, craving more contact but enjoying the gradual process they're going through. He allows his hands to be shifted and feels what Wade is showing him, lifting a brow just slightly as he runs his hands over Wade's back.
Then Wade is off his lap and very, very naked in the middle of his very nice apartment. The corner of his mouth lifts into a smug look as he takes it in. He greedily accepts Wade's hand on his pants and chuckles, breathily.]
Who says you're my first?
[He hoists himself up, pausing to return the biting kiss with a full, proper kiss to Wade's lips. He squeezes his shoulder as he does, then breaks the kiss to give Wade a push toward the bedroom by his shoulder.]
I've timed myself, I can get out of the suit in like 3 seconds.
[ Wade's mouth tugs into a smile, playful despite the ridiculousness of being this naked. It's a smile that grows weak the closer Cable gets to his mouth, his eyes fluttering closed when the kiss finally comes and it's the kind of thing that makes his knees feel like they've turned to jelly. It's a proper, full kiss, complete with a squeeze that Wade has a hard time interpreting, but will spend the next three ours overanalyzing. Thank god Cable is bringing him back around with that banter because Wade has his shirt bunched in his fists like he was hanging on for life.
Wade's eyes widen as he realizes Cable just admitted to having already christened the bed. Wade lets out a gasp. ]
Silver fucking fox!
[ Wade, with the lube tube pinched in his fingers, grasps at Cable's belt. He tugs him closer as he backs his way into the bedroom, his other hand running up the underside of his shirt to feel his way up his stomach and chest, mapping along that uneven convergence of technovirus and flesh. ]
Fine, I'll settle for sloppy seconds. [ Wade's hands grapple with buckle of his belt, his mouth forming a sly smile. ] Who had the honors?
[At Wade's statement, he gets a dismissive uh-huh despite the fact that Cable does file that information away somewhere.
There is something sweet about the way he grips onto Cable during the kiss, but it's also something that makes Cable feel a little protective. Weirdly. There's a small but genuine concern about getting in over both of their heads, since he's fully aware that he withholds everything and Wade withholds nothing.
But that's not an issue at the moment, because Wade is calling him on his bluff and he's forced to admit:]
I haven't brought anyone back here. [He looks down to watch Wade's hands mapping him, visibly not a fan of having the damaged flesh touched but unwilling to admit it.]
Just didn't think you should make assumptions. [He adds, pushing his hands under Wade's to undo his own belt and pants. He kicks off his boots and steps out of his pants, giving Wade another gentle push.]
[ Wade presses his hands up over his mouth, eyes widening as he lets out another muffled gasp. He feels like he's about to blue screen about this, the fact that he really is christening his glittering white tower with his filthy ass, and it's stupid but somehow that feels even more thrilling than knowing someone else was there before him.
God, he's going to be overanalyzing that too. ]
Oh, you're so gonna regret admitting that. You're never living it down.
[ He at least relents, crawling onto the bed. He's never felt sheets that were so soft, outside of Rowena's apartment, that is. The difference between the Up and the Down was staggering. But Wade's not focused on thread counts, he's focused on watching Cable pull off one layer after another because he's never actually seen him naked, and anticipation is practically gnawing at him. He watches him, attention entirely arrested to the point that he forgets he's clutching a tube of lubricant to his middle, brown eyes drinking in the sight of him. ]
[Cable warns. It's unlikely, but if Wade mashes enough buttons he just might.
He doesn't really thrive under an eager, watchful eye. He knows he's not hideous to behold or anything stupid like that, but he also doesn't feel the arrested attention is warranted. Other than the fact that his flesh has been eaten away, he doesn't think there's much for gawking at.
He peels off his shirt, revealing a salt and pepper happy trail that matches his hair. Then the jocks roll down and he's fully exposed, kicking the last of his clothing to the side and swiftly moving toward the bed.
Cable rests a hand on Wade's neck and pushes him back down, shifting so he's over the top of him and moving in to press him into the mattress and kiss him deeply again. His hips rock against Wade's, which is a very different sensation now that they're both nude.]
[ That's something Wade can relate to, not really relishing the thought of being watched under such scrutiny, but when it's with desire lingering in those eyes, it's a totally different animal entirely. There have been those who have seen Wade in all his scarred glory and not only did they ignore it as a mild inconvenience, but some had managed to make him feel hot. Wade sees for the first time the way his techno-organic virus has ravaged his body and he meets his eyes with a flicker of concern that is quickly put aside. Because Cable doesn't leave much room for talking about it, not when he climbs into bed and Wade can feel that silken slide of bare skin on skin, the pinch of cybernetic tendon and the pebbling up of ravaged flesh.
Wade had been so ready, so eager to ride his cock, and yet all it takes is for Cable to tip him over by his neck and he folds like a fucking lawn chair. This isn't how he pictured it. He thought it'd be more of the same — less Cable blowing out Wade's back against dirty, littered asphalt under the flickering piss-yellow of tungsten lights. Bewildered, Wade drops the tube to wrap his arms helplessly around Cable's body, clinging to his neck and shoulders. ]
Mmm! [ Wade hums against his mouth, mouth yielding readily to a deeper, sluttier kiss. It feels so different without the suit, with far more skin and metal, hot and cold, soft and hard. Wade winds a leg around Cable's hip and moans into his mouth as he rubs his cock against his body. For a moment, Wade feels so overwhelmed that he wonders if he should say stop, but like hell he would. Wade slides his fingers into the salt and pepper hair at the top of Cable's head and he runs a hand down his back, grasping one hard cheek of his ass as he rocks his hips against his. ]
[Cable feels a similar, vieled concern when he sees Wade's skin. He doesn't see ugliness, but he does see a hostile pain that you can't hide. He relates to that.
He hasn't planned to prevent Wade from taking charge, but he can't help defaulting to getting on top of the other man. It's not like he needs to work at him to get him to submit either, he just likes to envelop him a little.
Cable's tongue explores Wade's mouth, buying precious silence as the lube finds it's way into his hands. He fumbles with it while still kissing Wade.
Messily, he coats his flesh fingers. He pushes Wade's thighs apart, fingers roughly searching for his hole and running over the rim of it before he works one inside him.
He breathes into the kiss, pulling back to murmur against Wade's lips.]
[ That's the jarring thing about this, Cable manages to find every last nerve that responds so well to comfort and care that it makes Wade putty in Cable's hands. Triggers the thing that turns his limbs to jello, makes him yield and submit without another thought. Overthinking it later will make Wade realize he's got a little more going on than merely sexual attraction, but he doesn't realize it now.
Wade's so deep into the kiss where Cable's tongue searches his mouth that he fails to realize the point at which Cable's pushed his thighs apart until it's too late. A finger smears lubricant over the wrinkles of his asshole, only to push and press in. Wade's thighs tremble when that finger curls, brushing against his prostate. ]
Hhhgh, fuh-fuck...! [ Wade breathes out, clutching at Cable's shoulders as he stares down between their bodies. ] God, you were less of a bitch when you were under the influence!
[ Not true, but Wade rakes his fingers through Cable's hair and directs his mouth to his with a strong pull, biting at his lips. He only tears away from the kiss when he feels he's been adequately filthy with it. But when he asks where all his bravado went, Wade locks his ankles behind Cable's thighs and hurls himself over, swinging himself upright, with Cable's back on the mattress. Sure, Wade's plenty distracted by the finger in his ass, but he flexes his muscles as he rolls his hips, countering with temptation. ]
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The one about being quota partners, moose knuckle.
[ Wade says, darkly. He remembers that night with vivid detail, even as he empties the cool contents of that beer into his throat, he watches Cable from around the neck of that brown bottle. ]
If you'd rather it be anyone else, I wouldn't blame you. [ Wade always thinks it's him who is the problem, that someone wouldn't want him. But he also leaves an out. ] I'm just saying... it's not a problem for me.
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[Cable makes a considering sound. It is infuriatingly neutral, he is neither disgusted nor enticed. This is because in his mind it was obvious that they had agreed on this.]
Why would it be a problem for me? We already did it.
[Again, his tone is flat and he's giving Wade nothing here.]
But I thought you didn't want to be the other woman.
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Fuck off. [ Wade answers, distantly. He's not sure if Cable's being honest or merely performative. He stands there in the middle of his lavish apartment, bottle opened and foaming at the tip, undrunk. Wade can't look away from Cable's face as much as he needs to. He wants to hear it from him without the run-off, the aphro, whatever else might be clouding their judgment. ]
...And if I wanted to again? Say, tonight?
[ Wade already heard it before, now he's just searching for confirmation, the kind he always craves for. ]
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Is that what you're here for?
[He swigs his drink again.]
Not getting enough of it from your people?
[Is it ever enough for Wade?]
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Wade plays with the neck of his untouched bottle of beer, too distracted to sip from the bottle he opened and served up for two. He doesn't like how 'not getting enough of it' sounds accusatory, like he's not getting enough from those who matter, or that he's not worth it to those who should. He can tell he's being batted about like a toy. He just doesn't exactly know why it's Cable doing it. ]
No. [ He answers, defensively. His gaze scoots from the neck of his bottle to Cable, watching him taunt from halfway through his beer while Wade lingers in the wings to even taste his. Fuck, what is wrong with him? Can't he enjoy a single fucking commercial break of happiness without having to answer for it? Once? The tension is so thick that Wade finds himself tearing through it with far too much force when he demands: ] You wanna pretend you didn't like it?
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[Cable says coldly, but he's aware he's entering an uncomfortable zone where being too aloof is probably going to hurt some feelings.
And he shouldn't care. But he does. A little.
He sets his almost empty bottle of beer down and moves to sink into an armchair that is way too soft for him. Finally, as an olive branch, he taps the arm of it to summon Wade closer.]
I'm asking you if you want it from me or if you need it from me?
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...I don't know what the right answer is.
[ It's one of the most honest things he's said since he was tattooed and collared. ]
How bad is it that I want it?
[ Wade finally admits, but only when he's close enough to drop to his knees before Cable. He thinks maybe the collar is to blame, a lingering Pavlovian effect, making him want to obey, bow before his betters, but he's not even thinking of any of that. He's only thinking of Cable, who he is, what he means to Wade. What he's done to save him even when it costs him so dearly. ]
Am I allowed to want you? You can say no. I'd rather you say no.
[ Only if you meant it. ]
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[Says Cable, who has been laying intentional and unintentional landmines for them both to deal with since he got here.
He's also not really sure how he feels and he's definitely not sure how to be upfront or honest about it. The beer sliding in his hand goes almost unacknowledged until he starts to scratch idly at the label.]
I don't know what the fuck that means. [If Wade would rather he said no, is he not interested? Doing it out of obligation? Does that bother Cable? It feels like it does.]
I already said you're my type, didn't I?
[He's kind of joking and kind of seriously implying that comparing Wade to his dead wife was a true testament to his interest in him.]
If you want to make what we did a regular thing, it makes sense.
[Bluntly.]
If you're worried about my feelings, you're a fucking moron. [He looks up at Wade, visibly tired by this.]
Isn't this what people do here? Fuck? Does it need to be something on paper?
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'Does it need to be something on paper' earns an emphatic no, except it's Wade shaking his head while he stands too close to where Cable sits, his knees bullying space on either side of the cushion Cable sits on as he sits himself onto his lap. hands grasping the back of his chair. ]
Ground rules, then? [ Wade manages, his throat dry. Out of all the encounters he's had, this one is the one that makes him nervous. What does it mean when someone's type is Wade fucking Wilson? ] This ain't Pretty Woman.
[ Wade settles on his thighs, hands smoothing up from the back of the chair over Cable's shoulders, his thumbs tracing the line of his jaw. He's asking about kissing, of all things. ]
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He sets the beer bottle down on the coffee table beside him, but he doesn't move his hands to touch Wade yet.]
It sure as shit isn't. [He agrees, but he considers it. While he thinks, he catches Wade's wrist. He cannot be distracted while he is trying to develop an opinion of this.]
You mind your business and I'll mind mine. [He says finally, simply. His fingers twitch and finally, he rests a metal hand on the small of Wade's back.]
And neither of us are the other woman. Because this is nothing.
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But Wade accepts it, because it defines a lot of his wild encounters, the very filthy baseline of his relationships with those he would have never otherwise had an opportunity to meet, let alone fuck. The city gives him gifts the multiverse never could have, up to and including this one. Wade holds his affection for Cable like a secret as he follows the strong line of his jaw with his thumbs, a thought interrupted when Cable snatches him by the wrist. ]
Okay. [ Wade relents, because trying to navigate this minefield is fucking exhausting. ] Can I fucking kiss you now? I can't cum without a little intimacy.
[ That's a lie, but a convenient one. Wade's already pushing forward, nosing past Cable's nose to try to kiss the corner of his mouth, to try to capture his lips in a more full one. He's got himself all turned on over nothing and now that he's in Cable's lap, he's having a hard time controlling himself. ]
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[Cable says, as if he pulled it right from Wade's mind. Because he has analysed Wade enough. Also because he very pointedly did not kiss him and he came just fine before.
But what is intimacy anyway? A little frightening, apparently, since that one kiss to the corner of his mouth makes him more uncomfortable than Wade's whole ass in his lap. Not in an ew get off me way, it's just a weird twist in his gut. It feels like guilt, but guilt doesn't feel like the right word.
Whether or not he expresses it, he cares about Wade and he cares deeply. He doesn't have many people he cares about here or there or anywhere. Putting someone he cares about in this position is strange.
What's also strange is that Wade is intoxicatingly comforting to Cable. So, despite the grimace he pulls when he's kissed, he looks up at Wade through his eye lashes and moves his hand up to the back of his neck.
He presses down, leaning up and kissing almost experimentally. Like he's trying to taste something here.]
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[ What's terrifying is Wade knows Cable cares. No one uses their one and only chance to get back home like he did. On someone fucking useless — someone who doesn't matter at all in his timeline, someone dead 50 years from now. Cable isn't the kind of guy who forms attachments. And yet, Wade wouldn't be here unless he did, and we're not just talking about in his fucking lap.
wade's fingers slide through the short, buzzy cut at the back of Cable's head as he kisses him like he wanted to before that run-off confused his nerve-endings and thought processes into nothing but animal fucking instinct and unbridled lust. Wade kisses him like he'd kiss Vanessa — with feeling, needy, like he craves this too much. It might be more intense than Cable wants, especially when he tries to feed him his tongue with a hungry moan.
Or maybe, just maybe, that's precisely what Cable needs, too. ]
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But he also leans into it, because this is much better than pussyfooting around with some smooches and chaste little tongue flicks. Cable grunts into the kiss, rejecting Wade's tongue from his mouth but only so he can lead the charge and shove his tongue in Wade's mouth. He pushes down on his neck again, pushing him closer.
This is probably the last thing he needs, honestly. What he needed to do is remind Wade that once they start tongue-fucking each other's mouths, life is going to get much more complicated. What he does instead is catch Wade's chin and rub his thumb over his bottom lip as he kisses him.
His other hand slips off Wade's neck, then the hand on Wade's chin gently pushes him out of the kiss so he can lean back in his chair and look up at him.]
You alright? [Because that was a lot. But he's not complaining and he's not pushing away-- it's a genuine check-in.]
Don't give me more than you want to give. [He adds, as a gentle warning. Suspecting Wade has a predilection for throwing everything at everyone whether he actually wants to or not-- and Cable wants him to want it-- but he can't say that.]
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Wade feels like he's looking at Cable with a dreamy, half-lidded gaze as he detects the unexpected tenderness of his touch to his scarred bottom lip. Takes a moment to process what's happening because Cable gives it to him. Wade nods, gathering his bottom lip under his teeth just to taste that lingering hint of beer he hasn't sampled unless it was off Cable's tongue. ]
Uh-huh.
[ Fuck. That's it. Wade can feel himself falling headlong into something completely reckless, all because Cable fucking checks in, leaving Wade without his last remaining excuse that there isn't something here. Wade's heart is pounding. Wade's hands slide down either side of Cable's neck, his hips riding up his thighs to press eagerly against his body. ]
Don't give me a free pass, I'll fucking use it. [ Wade takes a breath, and it's a greedy one, deep and heavy. All this works like Cupid's arrow right into his black, cancerous heart, and the most romantic thing Wade can manage is a lust-drunk: ] I want to ride your cock.
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[Cable says, sounding satisfied with the response even though he knows they're both probably not alright and just whirling past the check points.
Under Wade's lap, Cable is already semi-hard from the friction and the kissing. Wade knows what he's doing and he does it well. Last time Cable kept the control, this time he's feeling the leash slip.]
Use it. [Cable says, daringly. The lights are dimming and it makes his eye glow almost invitingly.
His brow arches. He's curious. Neither of them are leaving without fucking now, that is very apparent.]
Do it.
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Guiding one of his hands to the back of his suit, he lets Cable feel for the hidden zipper at the back, one of two that rides along the same track back to front, front to back, so he knows it's there, anytime he wants it, anytime he needs it. But then Wade takes his hands away, knees adjusting as he straightens up with a sharper arch to his back, pulling the zipper down the front of his suit starting beneath his leather collar. Threading his arms out of the tactical suit, he slides down Cable's thighs to toe off each of his shoes and finally step out of his suit completely, leaving him abruptly nude, his half-hard cock swaying unhindered by fabric. ]
We're breaking in your bed.
[ Swiping the lubricant off Cable's lap, his palm squeezes it against the bulge in his pants, rough and pointed, his mouth nipping a biting kiss on his chin. ]
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He breathes out a groan when Wade rolls his hips against him, craving more contact but enjoying the gradual process they're going through. He allows his hands to be shifted and feels what Wade is showing him, lifting a brow just slightly as he runs his hands over Wade's back.
Then Wade is off his lap and very, very naked in the middle of his very nice apartment. The corner of his mouth lifts into a smug look as he takes it in. He greedily accepts Wade's hand on his pants and chuckles, breathily.]
Who says you're my first?
[He hoists himself up, pausing to return the biting kiss with a full, proper kiss to Wade's lips. He squeezes his shoulder as he does, then breaks the kiss to give Wade a push toward the bedroom by his shoulder.]
C'mon. [Bossily.]
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[ Wade's mouth tugs into a smile, playful despite the ridiculousness of being this naked. It's a smile that grows weak the closer Cable gets to his mouth, his eyes fluttering closed when the kiss finally comes and it's the kind of thing that makes his knees feel like they've turned to jelly. It's a proper, full kiss, complete with a squeeze that Wade has a hard time interpreting, but will spend the next three ours overanalyzing. Thank god Cable is bringing him back around with that banter because Wade has his shirt bunched in his fists like he was hanging on for life.
Wade's eyes widen as he realizes Cable just admitted to having already christened the bed. Wade lets out a gasp. ]
Silver fucking fox!
[ Wade, with the lube tube pinched in his fingers, grasps at Cable's belt. He tugs him closer as he backs his way into the bedroom, his other hand running up the underside of his shirt to feel his way up his stomach and chest, mapping along that uneven convergence of technovirus and flesh. ]
Fine, I'll settle for sloppy seconds. [ Wade's hands grapple with buckle of his belt, his mouth forming a sly smile. ] Who had the honors?
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There is something sweet about the way he grips onto Cable during the kiss, but it's also something that makes Cable feel a little protective. Weirdly. There's a small but genuine concern about getting in over both of their heads, since he's fully aware that he withholds everything and Wade withholds nothing.
But that's not an issue at the moment, because Wade is calling him on his bluff and he's forced to admit:]
I haven't brought anyone back here. [He looks down to watch Wade's hands mapping him, visibly not a fan of having the damaged flesh touched but unwilling to admit it.]
Just didn't think you should make assumptions. [He adds, pushing his hands under Wade's to undo his own belt and pants. He kicks off his boots and steps out of his pants, giving Wade another gentle push.]
Get on the bed.
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God, he's going to be overanalyzing that too. ]
Oh, you're so gonna regret admitting that. You're never living it down.
[ He at least relents, crawling onto the bed. He's never felt sheets that were so soft, outside of Rowena's apartment, that is. The difference between the Up and the Down was staggering. But Wade's not focused on thread counts, he's focused on watching Cable pull off one layer after another because he's never actually seen him naked, and anticipation is practically gnawing at him. He watches him, attention entirely arrested to the point that he forgets he's clutching a tube of lubricant to his middle, brown eyes drinking in the sight of him. ]
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[Cable warns. It's unlikely, but if Wade mashes enough buttons he just might.
He doesn't really thrive under an eager, watchful eye. He knows he's not hideous to behold or anything stupid like that, but he also doesn't feel the arrested attention is warranted. Other than the fact that his flesh has been eaten away, he doesn't think there's much for gawking at.
He peels off his shirt, revealing a salt and pepper happy trail that matches his hair. Then the jocks roll down and he's fully exposed, kicking the last of his clothing to the side and swiftly moving toward the bed.
Cable rests a hand on Wade's neck and pushes him back down, shifting so he's over the top of him and moving in to press him into the mattress and kiss him deeply again. His hips rock against Wade's, which is a very different sensation now that they're both nude.]
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Wade had been so ready, so eager to ride his cock, and yet all it takes is for Cable to tip him over by his neck and he folds like a fucking lawn chair. This isn't how he pictured it. He thought it'd be more of the same — less Cable blowing out Wade's back against dirty, littered asphalt under the flickering piss-yellow of tungsten lights. Bewildered, Wade drops the tube to wrap his arms helplessly around Cable's body, clinging to his neck and shoulders. ]
Mmm! [ Wade hums against his mouth, mouth yielding readily to a deeper, sluttier kiss. It feels so different without the suit, with far more skin and metal, hot and cold, soft and hard. Wade winds a leg around Cable's hip and moans into his mouth as he rubs his cock against his body. For a moment, Wade feels so overwhelmed that he wonders if he should say stop, but like hell he would. Wade slides his fingers into the salt and pepper hair at the top of Cable's head and he runs a hand down his back, grasping one hard cheek of his ass as he rocks his hips against his. ]
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He hasn't planned to prevent Wade from taking charge, but he can't help defaulting to getting on top of the other man. It's not like he needs to work at him to get him to submit either, he just likes to envelop him a little.
Cable's tongue explores Wade's mouth, buying precious silence as the lube finds it's way into his hands. He fumbles with it while still kissing Wade.
Messily, he coats his flesh fingers. He pushes Wade's thighs apart, fingers roughly searching for his hole and running over the rim of it before he works one inside him.
He breathes into the kiss, pulling back to murmur against Wade's lips.]
Where'd all that bravado go?
[He teases, curling his finger.]
wade's being dismantled live on national news
Wade's so deep into the kiss where Cable's tongue searches his mouth that he fails to realize the point at which Cable's pushed his thighs apart until it's too late. A finger smears lubricant over the wrinkles of his asshole, only to push and press in. Wade's thighs tremble when that finger curls, brushing against his prostate. ]
Hhhgh, fuh-fuck...! [ Wade breathes out, clutching at Cable's shoulders as he stares down between their bodies. ] God, you were less of a bitch when you were under the influence!
[ Not true, but Wade rakes his fingers through Cable's hair and directs his mouth to his with a strong pull, biting at his lips. He only tears away from the kiss when he feels he's been adequately filthy with it. But when he asks where all his bravado went, Wade locks his ankles behind Cable's thighs and hurls himself over, swinging himself upright, with Cable's back on the mattress. Sure, Wade's plenty distracted by the finger in his ass, but he flexes his muscles as he rolls his hips, countering with temptation. ]
You think I can't fucking take you?
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