[ 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. ]
[ Just as blunt, but his tone is mild — not exactly trading punches so much as blows from a pillow. ]
This might come as a shock to you? But I'm here after a nice, mature chat with him. He knows I'm here, he wanted me to talk to you the moment you left.
[ It would've been weird if someone with several boyfriends told him not to, and that only endeared him to Wade. ]
I think you wanted to prove something. I think you wanted me to come to you right then and there. A part of you wanted to see me pick you... in front of him.
[ Maybe jealousy's the wrong word. It smacks of envy. And that's interesting. ]
[As is customary, Cable just stares impassively at Wade through a lot of what Wade says. He doesn't feel particular surprise about Ed. He doesn't know Ed. Wade could say that Ed grew a third head after he left the room and it would mean just as much as what he's being told.
He has been able to surmise that he seems to have genuine care for Wade, though, so again. He's not hugely surprised that there might have been a suggestion to come and fix his relationship with Cable.
That is a boring, logical and pragmatic assessment from Cable, at least.
Maybe, deep down, he kind of wishes it were something a little more complicated. But the fact that Wade is cottoning onto that is risky, in his view.]
I think I wanted to stop talking about nothing and get to business. [Flatly.]
And I think you want me to say that I want you to pick me over your boyfriend-- [He really visibly just hates saying that word.] But I don't.
It was supposed to accomplish having a fucking moment to speak to you without Captain Romeo getting in my face but everything about that night went to shit anyway.
[He is growing irritated with his conversation and he shifts uncomfortably under Wade, glancing aside and then back to Wade.]
I'll talk to him one on one. It's not a big deal. [He says, finally.]
[ Wade sits up a little straighter, the discomfort settling in Cable's body being enough incentive for him to drop it. Sensing Cable's growing agitation, he strokes his fingers around in circles on his chest, including over the metal half of it. ]
Okay, okay. I stand corrected.
[ Taking a mental step back, Wade reminds himself that not everyone has as easy time adjusting to chaos like he does. Cable's been here, what, some weeks? And already everything he knew about where they stood, who they were... it's all sideways. Not all bad but it's probably overwhelming. That, and he has a wife and kid waiting for him back home. ]
I know it takes adjusting to. Being here. Even if you're treated like royalty, it's... a lot to take in.
[ Wade says, sincere with his sympathy. Cautious about using it, because sometimes sympathy hurts more. ]
Thanks for — [ Everything. Saving his life, giving him affection. One of the best nights of his life. ] letting me stay the night.
[ Despite the banter, the challenge, and contradictions, Wade is very fond of him. He trusts him, too, which isn't much of a twist. But he was right, Wade did come when called, only hours later, and then there's the not-so-small matter of the heartstopping way Cable rewarded that.
Wade doesn't want to leave. It would mean Cable wouldn't be drawing little circles onto his skin as his stupid tall body sits on his lap in the middle of his kitchen. ]
I should get going.
[ Wade doesn't move. But instead of saying something sappy that he will definitely never live down anytime soon, he says: ]
[Cable's reluctance for Wade to leave is very coolly concealed under an expectant veneer. He arches a brow at him, waiting for him to make some sort of move since he's the one on top here.
Cable feels anticipation hanging in the air for a moment, waiting for Wade to follow it up and feeling fully unable to predict what he might say. He definitely is not expecting that and he grimaces, moving to stand up whether Wade gets up or not.]
Would you shut the fuck up and get out of here already?
[There is absolutely no venom in his voice, just exasperation.]
[ Wade, expecting such an outcome, is altogether too ready to step up and out of his perch on Cable's lap, tucking the robe around him for modesty's sake, despite the fact that he had not so long ago performed an impromptu lap dance without it. ]
Oh my god, fine!
[ Feigning offense, Wade makes a show of sashaying out of Cable's kitchen to collect all the little pieces of his tactical suit he dropped on his way to the bedroom. After a few minutes, he's finally dressed, squirming one of his hands into his gloves near the foyer. ]
Okay, toodles - have a good rest of your day!
[ He says, opening Cable's front door to see himself out. ]
[Cable watches Wade flounce around the apartment and gather his things. He does not help, because if Wade wanted this to be easy he should have taken it off more carefully.
Cable leans against the counter as Wade heads to the door. There's a weird impulse in him to do something now. Kiss Wade? Hug him? It suddenly feels like too much. Like he's seeing his wife off. He stays glued to the counter, but he does offer Wade a small smile.]
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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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You were never going to get the answer you wanted in front of him.
[Bluntly, but he essentially slammed a door and then opened it a crack by saying that.]
I'm not jealous. I thought we were there to fuck, so that's what I was trying to do.
[That should be as much as he's willing to address that, but he adds:]
And it worked eventually, didnt it?
[Because he has a lap full of someone who came to him after all that.]
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[ Just as blunt, but his tone is mild — not exactly trading punches so much as blows from a pillow. ]
This might come as a shock to you? But I'm here after a nice, mature chat with him. He knows I'm here, he wanted me to talk to you the moment you left.
[ It would've been weird if someone with several boyfriends told him not to, and that only endeared him to Wade. ]
I think you wanted to prove something. I think you wanted me to come to you right then and there. A part of you wanted to see me pick you... in front of him.
[ Maybe jealousy's the wrong word. It smacks of envy. And that's interesting. ]
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He has been able to surmise that he seems to have genuine care for Wade, though, so again. He's not hugely surprised that there might have been a suggestion to come and fix his relationship with Cable.
That is a boring, logical and pragmatic assessment from Cable, at least.
Maybe, deep down, he kind of wishes it were something a little more complicated. But the fact that Wade is cottoning onto that is risky, in his view.]
I think I wanted to stop talking about nothing and get to business. [Flatly.]
And I think you want me to say that I want you to pick me over your boyfriend-- [He really visibly just hates saying that word.] But I don't.
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Then tell me. Why'd you do that come hither gesture while I was holding him back? What was that supposed to accomplish?
[ Wade's hands press on his chest, stressing for emphasis. ]
Help me to understand what that was about.
[ Because it sure seems like involving himself. ]
If it didn't mean anything, fine. I'll leave it alone.
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[He is growing irritated with his conversation and he shifts uncomfortably under Wade, glancing aside and then back to Wade.]
I'll talk to him one on one. It's not a big deal. [He says, finally.]
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Okay, okay. I stand corrected.
[ Taking a mental step back, Wade reminds himself that not everyone has as easy time adjusting to chaos like he does. Cable's been here, what, some weeks? And already everything he knew about where they stood, who they were... it's all sideways. Not all bad but it's probably overwhelming. That, and he has a wife and kid waiting for him back home. ]
I know it takes adjusting to. Being here. Even if you're treated like royalty, it's... a lot to take in.
[ Wade says, sincere with his sympathy. Cautious about using it, because sometimes sympathy hurts more. ]
Thanks for — [ Everything. Saving his life, giving him affection. One of the best nights of his life. ] letting me stay the night.
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Yeah, it is. [He says in his best no shit voice.]
Thanks for [the eggs.] the eggs. And for coming. [His thumb traces idle shapes on Wade's thigh.]
Like I said, it was good.
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[ Despite the banter, the challenge, and contradictions, Wade is very fond of him. He trusts him, too, which isn't much of a twist. But he was right, Wade did come when called, only hours later, and then there's the not-so-small matter of the heartstopping way Cable rewarded that.
Wade doesn't want to leave. It would mean Cable wouldn't be drawing little circles onto his skin as his stupid tall body sits on his lap in the middle of his kitchen. ]
I should get going.
[ Wade doesn't move. But instead of saying something sappy that he will definitely never live down anytime soon, he says: ]
Think I could have your ass for dessert?
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Cable feels anticipation hanging in the air for a moment, waiting for Wade to follow it up and feeling fully unable to predict what he might say. He definitely is not expecting that and he grimaces, moving to stand up whether Wade gets up or not.]
Would you shut the fuck up and get out of here already?
[There is absolutely no venom in his voice, just exasperation.]
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Oh my god, fine!
[ Feigning offense, Wade makes a show of sashaying out of Cable's kitchen to collect all the little pieces of his tactical suit he dropped on his way to the bedroom. After a few minutes, he's finally dressed, squirming one of his hands into his gloves near the foyer. ]
Okay, toodles - have a good rest of your day!
[ He says, opening Cable's front door to see himself out. ]
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Cable leans against the counter as Wade heads to the door. There's a weird impulse in him to do something now. Kiss Wade? Hug him? It suddenly feels like too much. Like he's seeing his wife off. He stays glued to the counter, but he does offer Wade a small smile.]
Goodbye, Wade.