[ 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. ]
[Cable says honestly, but fondly. In addition to the fact that Wade is successfully getting him aroused, it's also just a really endearing little mating dance he's doing.
As he pulls himself up, Cable's hands slide over his back. The way the robe sits over him and preserves trace amounts of modesty is funny, but Cable gives lifts his leg under Wade to fullt expose him.
If Wade feels he's failed his mission to work Cable up, he will be proven wrong by the fact that he's hard under him.
Both of Cable's hands move up to cup Wade's face, running a curious thumb over his bottom lip.]
Do you do this for everyone or just me?
[He doesn't know why he's asking that, he doesn't know why he cares. He has a searching look on his face when he looks up at Wade, fighting the urge to kiss him so he doesn't have to hear his answer.]
[ Wade flirts, and he sways slightly, balancing himself as Cable moves his leg, but he instinctively looks down and his brows shoot up, a pleased smirk that seems to delight in the simple fact that Cable is not, in fact, dead below the belt. Just when Wade starts to tell himself that having an erection doesn't necessarily mean anything, that it's just junk physics and friction and warmth coaxing it to life, Cable holds his attention with his hands and he feels the pad of his thumb running over his scarred lip. ]
No. [ Cable's focused scrutiny is intense, and Wade's voice sounds vaguely nervous, vulnerable. There's a brief laugh, more jitters than anything else. ] Why, does it look like I shake this ass on stage anywhere?
[ He might be experiencing a remarkable amount of body positivity lately, but stripping? Nah, not for him. ]
I haven't, not for anyone. [ Wade's hand idly feels the organic metal cords on the side of his neck, his other hand running slow loops up and down his chest. There's a lot of intimacy going on here, but that glowing eye can be a little intimidating. ] Not, not that I haven't thought about it, but it's one thing to fantasize.
[Cable observes, in relation to the idea that Wade does this professionally.
He is so very aware that holding Wade's face like this is very intense for both of them, which means it is absolutely necessary for Cable to maintain this while they talk awkwardly.]
Hmm.
[He hums, a very insightful and useful response after putting Wade on the spot with his question.]
You should do it more often.
[He says finally. If he were in the habit of trying to qualify or justify his statements he might add that Wade doesn't need his permission but that it's a good look for him.
Instead, he just pulls Wade's head down toward him and kisses him warmly and softly. Like friends do.]
[ Wade gives Cable a flat look, because obviously, he was joking. This might be Duplicity, but he's not gonna be out there dancing for money. Not that he has anything against dancers. He just makes a lot better scratch fucking up guys for money. His Dual-Cam clone on the other hand? He tries not to pay attention to what he does, just that there's a tidy little passive income he gets from... whatever it is he does.
But it's hard to maintain that expression when Cable's cupping his face like that, a bit of that glow from his eye reflected on the textured surface of his skin and his thumb teasing at his bottom lip. Is this revenge for fooling around on him? Certainly yes.
Wade's brows shoot up at that final suggestion. Back up, what? ]
What? No no no. I'm not going pro — mmph! [ This is one of the more effective ways to shut Wade up, because he ends up smothering whatever it is he was about to say and ends up melting into the warmth of that kiss, a little sigh escaping through his nose. ]
[Cable enjoys both the kiss and that little noise Wade makes. That is the sound of a Boy who has been Handled.
Cable's metal hand rubs circles on Wade's cheek as they kiss. Once he decides they're done, he pushes down on Wade's chin to unlock their lips so he can look up at him again.]
If there's something you want to do before you go back to her, you better do it now.
[He suggests idly, as if he's totally not as eager for something to happen here. That's why his fingers are trailing down Wade's neck and over his tattoo in a careful line.]
[ There's something interesting about the way Cable ends the kiss, like he does't get a say, it's forceful in a way that's pretty damn hot, although at this point everything he does seems to light him up. ]
Anything I want?
[ Lost his nerve? Never. But feeling Cable, a Dominant, follow the line the city had tattooed onto him (somehow) down the length of his throat makes him swallow involuntarily, his adam's apple bobbing in this throat. ]
So it could be anything from 'tell me what you like about me without lying' or over-the-pants mouth stuff... or give me a contract for Christmas.
[ Wade makes a point to hold his eye contact on that last part. Brows flicking up briefly. Wade slowly reaches for the robe and starts to pull it on.
[Cable mutters, trying to cut off that train before Wade leaves the station on it, but he's too late.
Cable's brow arches at the options provided. One of those is not like the others. Extremely specific. Extremely relevant.
He glances down at his lap for a moment while he processes that. There's a strong feeling of conflict in him, perhaps because everything has moved so quickly or because the disparity between them makes him uncomfortable and intoxicated at the same time.]
Is that something you really want? Not the other shit-- you know what I mean. You want a contract with me?
[He's looking up at Wade now with searching eyes. God, he is ill equipped for a conversation like this.]
[ Poor Cable, having this stupid, horny little agent of chaos in his fucking lap. Wade nods, a nervous smile tugging the corners of his mouth. Brittle, like anything could easily dash it to pieces. ]
Yeah! I don't see any reason why not.
[ And besides, Cable and he are officially friends now, right? And he said he doesn't treat his friends like they're cheap. Maybe Wade can think of a different plan that wasn't 'get passed around like a blunt' every three months. ]
I think we work well together, fit together. I've been around and, just trust me when I say it just hits differently with you.
[ Wade fastens the bathrobe belt around his waist again and meets Cable's gaze. A little hopeful. ]
[Cable questions it, because he has to. Because he already knows that Wade has a tendency to idealise everything. He's not sure if he's really thought about this.
Cable shifts under him, but his hand still falls to his lower back to protect Wade from toppling off the chair.]
I think you're getting ahead of yourself. And I think we work well because you're not contractually obligated to keep me happy.
[Cable admits, mouth twisting as he thinks. He runs his fingers over that line again, curiously.]
[ Guaranteed Wade hasn't thought it all through, but that's because it's the start of an idea. There would have to be conditions decided upon. ]
Exactly. Just saying we got... time...
[ Wade trails off because such a close examination of that bizarre little line down the whole of his throat is not only miraculous that it's there given his healing factor, but for what it represents. It almost makes him feel like he's being appraised under Cable's glowing eye. ]
What kind of obligations would those be, huh? Some Dominants have close to nothing in theirs. [ Despite putting the robe on again, Wade's starting to feel agitated under such careful scrutiny. Wade's hands slide up his chest. ] What would keep you happy? Quiet hours?
[Which is difficult, because Cable really likes his space. But does he like it more than helping someone? Hard to say.
Cable seems to sense Wade's agitation. It's hard to miss when he starts to run his hands up his chest. Unable to help himself, he shifts in to put his mouth over the line, scraping his teeth over it. It's a little possessive for someone being non-committal.]
What keeps you happy?
[It sits better with him when he asks that, gives him something to consider.]
[ Wade understands that he's a lot to deal with at times, but in Orientation it became clear to him that he's precisely the kind of 'a lot' they were looking for in this city. It took him a little longer to accept his designation, and part of him still rebels against it. With the rare exception of a few encounters that were brief, lust-drenched encounters dipping his toe in submission, it wasn't until Cable reentered his life that it felt easy and right.
Cable, not so eager to show his hand, asks to see Wade's. And to ensure a more honest answer he has the nerve to bite on Wade's fucking neck to get it. Wade tips up his chin and yields to it with a shivery breath, his fingers cradling the back of Cable's head. ]
As many rights as I'm allowed. If, if I'm giving up any control, it's because I want to. Not because it's written in some fucking contract.
[ Cable's winding him up again, so Wade's thumbs press into his jaw and he pulls back with a little more force. ]
[At first, Wade tips his chin and yields and Cable thinks Oh, good. We're done talking about this. Then he follows that up by making a valid and surprisingly salient statement and Cable fears they're not done.
He makes an irritated sound as Wade uses his trick against him and ends assault to his neck.
Cable sits back in his chair, giving Wade a flat look but his eyes are appraising him.
He resists the urge to say nothing will make him happy here, even if he strongly suspects that's true. He just hates to vocalise all the doubt and shame he feels, even with Wade. Maybe especially with Wade.]
Why aren't you making a contract with your pirate?
[He'll run out of uno reverse cards eventually, but he does genuinely require this information. He thinks.]
[ You son of a bitch. Wade's eyes widen, mouth snapping shut for a moment. ]
With Ed? Wow. Uh. [ Wade's throat works again, his eyes trying to miss Cable's. ] I thought about it. Yeah. But then I thought it'd just be weird, you know?
When I first got here, I thought my designation was a death sentence. Who'd want someone who looked like Freddy Kruger fucked a topographical map of Utah? Boy was I wrong.
[ But then he met people who didn't treat him like he looked like pepperoni flatbread. Of course, there were those from home — or a variant of it, at least. People who knew a Deadpool, and those were the familiar reactions. Wade can't say he warmed to the designation per se, but he did have fun. Wade lets his thumbs rasp through the light stubble on Cable's jaw, not necessarily having a hard time being vulnerable — it's not the first time they have been, mr. lip balm — so much as never really sparing himself a moment to unpack this messy topic to himself. ]
The whole system is basically 50 Shades of sugaring, so trying to make distinctions between what kind of relationship gets more or less fucked by a contract makes about as much sense as a sandpaper dildo. I get that.
[ So why didn't he? Why does he keep resisting getting a contract with Ed? Even the excuses he's made before sound weak, forcing him to reconcile with the fact he really has none. ]
Maybe it's timing? Something's missing? [ Wade's hands lift in a microscopic shrug and he rests them on Cable's chest. ] Why do you care?
[There's a lot of information here for Cable to process. Not just the stuff Wade is saying, but what he's not saying. The way he looks away is a little telling, but it is an uncomfortable question in an uncomfortable conversation.
There's a little part of Cable that almost yearns to be as honest about his situation. The fact that he just abandoned his family and arrived here has been difficult to process alone. Couple that with the risk of losing his powers, the vulnerable situations, the way he feels about the way he looks and you have the makings of a decent internal crisis.
His demeanour softens, allowing Wade to tease his stubble even though it kind of tickles. At Wade's final question, however, his brow furrows again.]
You're asking me to involve myself in it, I should know where I stand.
[Cable points out, coolly, slotting his hands over the top of Wade's but not pulling him away.]
I know it's a big ask-- needing you to remember something that happened in the last twelve hours-- but I want you to close your eyes and think real fucking hard about how he feels about me.
Involve in what, the whole city is one giant open relationship.
[ Wade's eyes fall on Cable's hands as they cover his, but under that smooth, raspy voice is a sassy little undercurrent. Wade looks at his vaguely satisfied arch and replies with a few degrees of increase in temperature. ]
What, you mean — Oh, come on, you were a total dick to me right in front of him!
[ Wade pulls back, but his hands stay connected to him. Note, he also doesn't fucking move. But isn't that the way they operate? Caught in each others' orbit, even when they come close to colliding into one another to catastrophic effect. They always seem to be near-misses, though. ]
Ooh, I remember plenty, yeah. I distinctly remember you beckoning me to come to you like pspsps!
[ Remember that come hither gesture you made, Cable? Wade remembers seeing that gesture from that metal hand, his head canting at a quizzical angle from over Ed's shoulder as he held his fury back. Cable's hardly blameless here. ]
What are you, jealous? He's got like five boyfriends. [ He's got three total, Wade. ]
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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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[Cable says honestly, but fondly. In addition to the fact that Wade is successfully getting him aroused, it's also just a really endearing little mating dance he's doing.
As he pulls himself up, Cable's hands slide over his back. The way the robe sits over him and preserves trace amounts of modesty is funny, but Cable gives lifts his leg under Wade to fullt expose him.
If Wade feels he's failed his mission to work Cable up, he will be proven wrong by the fact that he's hard under him.
Both of Cable's hands move up to cup Wade's face, running a curious thumb over his bottom lip.]
Do you do this for everyone or just me?
[He doesn't know why he's asking that, he doesn't know why he cares. He has a searching look on his face when he looks up at Wade, fighting the urge to kiss him so he doesn't have to hear his answer.]
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[ Wade flirts, and he sways slightly, balancing himself as Cable moves his leg, but he instinctively looks down and his brows shoot up, a pleased smirk that seems to delight in the simple fact that Cable is not, in fact, dead below the belt. Just when Wade starts to tell himself that having an erection doesn't necessarily mean anything, that it's just junk physics and friction and warmth coaxing it to life, Cable holds his attention with his hands and he feels the pad of his thumb running over his scarred lip. ]
No. [ Cable's focused scrutiny is intense, and Wade's voice sounds vaguely nervous, vulnerable. There's a brief laugh, more jitters than anything else. ] Why, does it look like I shake this ass on stage anywhere?
[ He might be experiencing a remarkable amount of body positivity lately, but stripping? Nah, not for him. ]
I haven't, not for anyone. [ Wade's hand idly feels the organic metal cords on the side of his neck, his other hand running slow loops up and down his chest. There's a lot of intimacy going on here, but that glowing eye can be a little intimidating. ] Not, not that I haven't thought about it, but it's one thing to fantasize.
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[Cable observes, in relation to the idea that Wade does this professionally.
He is so very aware that holding Wade's face like this is very intense for both of them, which means it is absolutely necessary for Cable to maintain this while they talk awkwardly.]
Hmm.
[He hums, a very insightful and useful response after putting Wade on the spot with his question.]
You should do it more often.
[He says finally. If he were in the habit of trying to qualify or justify his statements he might add that Wade doesn't need his permission but that it's a good look for him.
Instead, he just pulls Wade's head down toward him and kisses him warmly and softly. Like friends do.]
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But it's hard to maintain that expression when Cable's cupping his face like that, a bit of that glow from his eye reflected on the textured surface of his skin and his thumb teasing at his bottom lip. Is this revenge for fooling around on him? Certainly yes.
Wade's brows shoot up at that final suggestion. Back up, what? ]
What? No no no. I'm not going pro — mmph! [ This is one of the more effective ways to shut Wade up, because he ends up smothering whatever it is he was about to say and ends up melting into the warmth of that kiss, a little sigh escaping through his nose. ]
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Cable's metal hand rubs circles on Wade's cheek as they kiss. Once he decides they're done, he pushes down on Wade's chin to unlock their lips so he can look up at him again.]
If there's something you want to do before you go back to her, you better do it now.
[He suggests idly, as if he's totally not as eager for something to happen here. That's why his fingers are trailing down Wade's neck and over his tattoo in a careful line.]
Unless you've lost your nerve.
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Anything I want?
[ Lost his nerve? Never. But feeling Cable, a Dominant, follow the line the city had tattooed onto him (somehow) down the length of his throat makes him swallow involuntarily, his adam's apple bobbing in this throat. ]
So it could be anything from 'tell me what you like about me without lying' or over-the-pants mouth stuff... or give me a contract for Christmas.
[ Wade makes a point to hold his eye contact on that last part. Brows flicking up briefly. Wade slowly reaches for the robe and starts to pull it on.
He hasn't lost his nerve, he's just found it. ]
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[Cable mutters, trying to cut off that train before Wade leaves the station on it, but he's too late.
Cable's brow arches at the options provided. One of those is not like the others. Extremely specific. Extremely relevant.
He glances down at his lap for a moment while he processes that. There's a strong feeling of conflict in him, perhaps because everything has moved so quickly or because the disparity between them makes him uncomfortable and intoxicated at the same time.]
Is that something you really want? Not the other shit-- you know what I mean. You want a contract with me?
[He's looking up at Wade now with searching eyes. God, he is ill equipped for a conversation like this.]
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Yeah! I don't see any reason why not.
[ And besides, Cable and he are officially friends now, right? And he said he doesn't treat his friends like they're cheap. Maybe Wade can think of a different plan that wasn't 'get passed around like a blunt' every three months. ]
I think we work well together, fit together. I've been around and, just trust me when I say it just hits differently with you.
[ Wade fastens the bathrobe belt around his waist again and meets Cable's gaze. A little hopeful. ]
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[Cable questions it, because he has to. Because he already knows that Wade has a tendency to idealise everything. He's not sure if he's really thought about this.
Cable shifts under him, but his hand still falls to his lower back to protect Wade from toppling off the chair.]
I think you're getting ahead of yourself. And I think we work well because you're not contractually obligated to keep me happy.
[Cable admits, mouth twisting as he thinks. He runs his fingers over that line again, curiously.]
But you have until December to prove me wrong.
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Exactly. Just saying we got... time...
[ Wade trails off because such a close examination of that bizarre little line down the whole of his throat is not only miraculous that it's there given his healing factor, but for what it represents. It almost makes him feel like he's being appraised under Cable's glowing eye. ]
What kind of obligations would those be, huh? Some Dominants have close to nothing in theirs. [ Despite putting the robe on again, Wade's starting to feel agitated under such careful scrutiny. Wade's hands slide up his chest. ] What would keep you happy? Quiet hours?
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[Which is difficult, because Cable really likes his space. But does he like it more than helping someone? Hard to say.
Cable seems to sense Wade's agitation. It's hard to miss when he starts to run his hands up his chest. Unable to help himself, he shifts in to put his mouth over the line, scraping his teeth over it. It's a little possessive for someone being non-committal.]
What keeps you happy?
[It sits better with him when he asks that, gives him something to consider.]
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Cable, not so eager to show his hand, asks to see Wade's. And to ensure a more honest answer he has the nerve to bite on Wade's fucking neck to get it. Wade tips up his chin and yields to it with a shivery breath, his fingers cradling the back of Cable's head. ]
As many rights as I'm allowed. If, if I'm giving up any control, it's because I want to. Not because it's written in some fucking contract.
[ Cable's winding him up again, so Wade's thumbs press into his jaw and he pulls back with a little more force. ]
You're not answering my question.
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He makes an irritated sound as Wade uses his trick against him and ends assault to his neck.
Cable sits back in his chair, giving Wade a flat look but his eyes are appraising him.
He resists the urge to say nothing will make him happy here, even if he strongly suspects that's true. He just hates to vocalise all the doubt and shame he feels, even with Wade. Maybe especially with Wade.]
Why aren't you making a contract with your pirate?
[He'll run out of uno reverse cards eventually, but he does genuinely require this information. He thinks.]
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With Ed? Wow. Uh. [ Wade's throat works again, his eyes trying to miss Cable's. ] I thought about it. Yeah. But then I thought it'd just be weird, you know?
When I first got here, I thought my designation was a death sentence. Who'd want someone who looked like Freddy Kruger fucked a topographical map of Utah? Boy was I wrong.
[ But then he met people who didn't treat him like he looked like pepperoni flatbread. Of course, there were those from home — or a variant of it, at least. People who knew a Deadpool, and those were the familiar reactions. Wade can't say he warmed to the designation per se, but he did have fun. Wade lets his thumbs rasp through the light stubble on Cable's jaw, not necessarily having a hard time being vulnerable — it's not the first time they have been, mr. lip balm — so much as never really sparing himself a moment to unpack this messy topic to himself. ]
The whole system is basically 50 Shades of sugaring, so trying to make distinctions between what kind of relationship gets more or less fucked by a contract makes about as much sense as a sandpaper dildo. I get that.
[ So why didn't he? Why does he keep resisting getting a contract with Ed? Even the excuses he's made before sound weak, forcing him to reconcile with the fact he really has none. ]
Maybe it's timing? Something's missing? [ Wade's hands lift in a microscopic shrug and he rests them on Cable's chest. ] Why do you care?
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There's a little part of Cable that almost yearns to be as honest about his situation. The fact that he just abandoned his family and arrived here has been difficult to process alone. Couple that with the risk of losing his powers, the vulnerable situations, the way he feels about the way he looks and you have the makings of a decent internal crisis.
His demeanour softens, allowing Wade to tease his stubble even though it kind of tickles. At Wade's final question, however, his brow furrows again.]
You're asking me to involve myself in it, I should know where I stand.
[Cable points out, coolly, slotting his hands over the top of Wade's but not pulling him away.]
I know it's a big ask-- needing you to remember something that happened in the last twelve hours-- but I want you to close your eyes and think real fucking hard about how he feels about me.
[Cable arches a brow, leaning back.]
See if something comes up.
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[ Wade's eyes fall on Cable's hands as they cover his, but under that smooth, raspy voice is a sassy little undercurrent. Wade looks at his vaguely satisfied arch and replies with a few degrees of increase in temperature. ]
What, you mean — Oh, come on, you were a total dick to me right in front of him!
[ Wade pulls back, but his hands stay connected to him. Note, he also doesn't fucking move. But isn't that the way they operate? Caught in each others' orbit, even when they come close to colliding into one another to catastrophic effect. They always seem to be near-misses, though. ]
Ooh, I remember plenty, yeah. I distinctly remember you beckoning me to come to you like pspsps!
[ Remember that come hither gesture you made, Cable? Wade remembers seeing that gesture from that metal hand, his head canting at a quizzical angle from over Ed's shoulder as he held his fury back. Cable's hardly blameless here. ]
What are you, jealous? He's got like five boyfriends. [ He's got three total, Wade. ]
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