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.]
(cw: okay people should know by now that wade's mouth is nsfw)
[ 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. ]
If you didn't want me to do it, you shouldn't have spent the whole fucking cab ride telling me how.
[What a cute little call back and god how things changed since then. Now Cable is murmuring this in a soft growl against Wade's ear.
His finger curls and rubs inside of Wade, enjoying the way he melts like butter on a pancake when you touch him right.
He anticipates an aggressive reaction to calling Wade out on that, so he's ready for the flip and he rolls with it. He still lets out a customary annoyed grunt, but his metal hand rests on Wade's hip while the flesh hand returns to fingering him with a renewed energy.]
You can put on a show all you want but you know damn well all you want is for me to bend you over and take you.
[He puncutates that with a second finger, lip curling into a smirk.]
[ Wade huffs out a laugh, recalling that moment in Dopinder's cab when he forced Doms and Cableto listen to his TED talk about prostate-assisted orgasms, with the satisfaction of seeing Cable shoot him an uncertain glance like he just learned something he never wanted to, resentment lingering in his glare. It was worth it.
Until it's turned against him, that is. Wade goes rigid when that second finger slips in, his arms trembling as he snaps his gaze upright. A hand snaps out and slaps against the headboard. FUCK. ]
Is there a point you're trying to make, your majesty?
[ Wade begins, prissily. Of course, he wants you to bend him over the nearest flat surface, how is that a bad thing? The only reason he's not doing that to Cable is because anal (receiving) isn't on his kink list. But instead, Cable keeps trying to make it romantic, it feels, but then he says shit like that and Wade goes into a tailspin. The truth is, Wade has it bad for Cable and this stupid city makes it work. Wade thinks about how Cable tries to instigate a fight by reminding him of his designation, and Wade can feel the second digit squirming inside of him, a reminder of how tight he always is. And he relents. ]
As if you want me to just bend over. [ There's a part of him that's accepting of his designation, after all, there are few times he's fit in so well, but he still chafes under it. ] You've got the hard job, you've gotta learn how to handle me.
[For a moment, Cable looks almost boyishly tickled by Wade losing it. There's a ghost of a smile on his lips as he looks up at him, as if he has no idea what he's doing.
His leg shifts under Wade, nudging him forward on his chest. His fingers spread and curl inside him, rubbing almost idly as he listens to Wade.]
You don't know what I want. [Because even he doesn't know that.]
And you've already got a handler-- [He points out, leaning in so they're nose to nose. Knuckles deep in Wade.] So you're not my problem.
[ Wade rears up with another sensation of fingers stretching inside him and he half-moans as he drops his hips onto his fingers, a shuddering intake of air before he answers him. The gasp he aims down at Cable is desperate, heated. ]
We don't need a contract for me to be your problem.
[ Wade says earnestly, like it's a love confession. Maybe in a way it is, in a language only they know. Wade brushes his nose against Cable's as he hovers over him, hanging over his body, his needy, hard cock gliding over Cable's stomach until he reaches down to try to align their cocks together. Somehow, the challenge of knowing what Cable wants feels like a red herring, a tempting distraction but a distraction nevertheless. Is it something either one of them can answer right now? Or is it something to look forward to? Some not-so-insignificant discovery to be made along with whatever this was unfolding between them? ]
When you fuck anyone else, you're gonna be comparing them to me. [ Wade challenges, licking a hot stripe over his lips, biting his lower lip. Where Wade strives to make this pornographic, Cable keeps making it romantic, it's sending him to places he doesn't know how to navigate, so he scrambles like he has no idea what he's doing, because Cable makes him feel rudderless. ] And my handler doesn't know me like you do.
[Apparently what Cable wants is to have romantic sex with Wade. Maybe it's because he doesn't watch as much porn as Wade. Maybe it's because he knows he won't out-perv Wade, so he needs to find other ways to muddle him.
Maybe he's just doing what comes naturally. This might be the likeliest option, though probably not one either of them are sold on.
Cable bucks his hips gently against Wade, creating more friction between their cocks.]
I should have mouth fucked you.
[He says, exasperated and breathy.]
How about I fuck a mute next?
[He reaches for Wade's face, metal thumb tracing his lips and sliding into his mouth.]
Hold that and shut up for a minute. [Wade feels pretty ready here, so he drags his finger out and takes him by the hips, dragging him so he's positioned over his cock without forcing him down on it.]
[ Wade exhales like Cable hit some kind of kink bullseye like Wade might've truthfully preferred having his mouth fucked than try to navigate all of his complicated feelings. Not that he's doing a particularly good job of it, but he wasn't expecting his day to unpack the way it has for him. Wade's mouth opens wetly for him, the hot and velvety bed of his tongue touching that cold metal before he sucks it into his mouth, lidded eyes watching Cable watch him. ]
How about you fuck me.
[ Wade murmurs, like he's suggesting regularly, like he doesn't need anyone else. Wade reaches back to guide Cable's raw, unprotected cock to his ass and his hand circles around the base tightly. The last time, they'd been drunk off aphro-water, but this? It's only whatever existed before they got here, and Wade can only contend with it. Prefers it, if he's being honest. Wade sucks on that digit and warms it in his mouth, keeping Cable's eyes locked as he purposefully sits down on his cock, taking all of him in one hot, hungry thrust as he seats himself on him fully with a heavy groan. ]
[Cable is dismissive now, but to his dismay he will hear everything Wade is saying over and over for a long time following this rendezvous.
He plays his cards close to his chest, so it may not be apparent to Wade that he has all of his senses in his metal arm. He can feel the warm, wet heat from Wade's lips and watch he does. At times, the glow of his eye is almost like a sniper rifle, fixed on a target.
Wade has his full, fixed attention, though his eyes briefly flutter shut as Wade takes him in. He hisses, adjusting to the sensation he gets from Wade dropping onto his cock like a fucking rock.]
Fuck--
[He sputters, completely unfiltered through his usual posturing. His flesh hand grips Wade's hip tightly, his own hips rocking of their own accord under him.]
Anyone ever tell you that you're like a cat in heat?
[Of course, he assumes Wade is like this with everyone.]
[ Wade gives a lazy, eager shake of his head, still gripping him by the wrist. He makes a point to drag that metal thumb out of his mouth along the flat of his tongue, only to press a kiss against the pad of it. ]
Only you.
[ Said with the smug satisfaction of a man who has Cable balls-deep in his ass. He might be horny on main for most in this city that manage to have chemistry with him, but few strike a nerve like Cable, who like him, manages to find every last one. Wade arches his back with Cable fully seated in him, brown eyes momentarily up on his ceiling as he breathes through it, finally dropping his eyes to look at him.
For all the ways Cable describes him like a stray, fucking him feels like coming home. Good luck getting him ever to admit that. Wade breathes, feeling victorious, but only so long as he starts to move. And fuck it's so different when he's not high on fucking aphro-water. Wade lifts and falls, and Cable feels like the perfect fit. This is a problem.
Wade rolls his hips in tight circle, not so much rising and falling on his cock as squirming, sucking one last time on the metal thumb before he slides his metal grip over his throat in a quiet invitation. Wade can't admit it right now, but he loves feeling like a sleeve for sex. ]
What's that make you? [ Wade asks, tension rippling in his thighs as he lifts up and drops down again, a keening sound dropping out of his mouth. ]
[Cable says, almost idly. Almost like he's a little breathless and distracted by the way Wade moves over him. He has a hard enough time having a conversation when he's not on his cock. Let alone when he says just you like that.
It makes the hairs raise on his arms, pleasantly. Offhandedly, he wonders if he ever would have given Wade a chance back home. Did he need to be drugged to think this was a good idea? Is this going to develop into a very specific addiction? That's worrying.
His hand squeezes Wade's neck, firm enough to feel it but not enough to leave a mark. Yet. His thumb rubs in circles over his Adam's apple and he watches him through half-lidded eyes.
Cable works his hips under Wade, meeting him in his movements so his cock keeps hitting the good spots. His flesh hand slides up his body and meets the other hand on Wade's neck. He squeezes when Wade drops on him again, hissing.]
[ Oh god dammit, Cable, that's cheating. Cable works under him and Wade starts to ride him just as he said he would — hungry and desperate, touch-starved and ruined by the ferocity of his desire. He meant it when he said 'just you' and Cable rewards his honesty with the kind of tease that instantly drives him wild with lust. He breathlessly stammers, a hand wrapping around the one surrounds his throat as he rolls his hips. ]
D, don't say that. Don't say that. don't fucking say that —
[ Wade chants, his hips moving to fuck himself down on Cable's cock, the hand on his throat seeming to give him that one-two combo that only seems to crack him open from the inside out. Wade's hips buck, a breath hitching in his chest as he grasps at the hand on his neck. ]
Oh, god, I love your cock — [ Wade gasps, dropping harder onto his lap with a louder groan. There's so much cacophony happening that Wade doesn't realize how disjointed his kinks are aligning all at once. Wade arches his back sharply, riding Cable before he bows over his body, breathing hard. ]
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!
[ Wade gasps, riding him so hard his luxurious bed creaks like it's about to break. Wade thrashes onto it, thrilled to be filthy for no other reason than to just be. ]
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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.]
(cw: okay people should know by now that wade's mouth is nsfw)
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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[What a cute little call back and god how things changed since then. Now Cable is murmuring this in a soft growl against Wade's ear.
His finger curls and rubs inside of Wade, enjoying the way he melts like butter on a pancake when you touch him right.
He anticipates an aggressive reaction to calling Wade out on that, so he's ready for the flip and he rolls with it. He still lets out a customary annoyed grunt, but his metal hand rests on Wade's hip while the flesh hand returns to fingering him with a renewed energy.]
You can put on a show all you want but you know damn well all you want is for me to bend you over and take you.
[He puncutates that with a second finger, lip curling into a smirk.]
They made you the sub. Not me.
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Until it's turned against him, that is. Wade goes rigid when that second finger slips in, his arms trembling as he snaps his gaze upright. A hand snaps out and slaps against the headboard. FUCK. ]
Is there a point you're trying to make, your majesty?
[ Wade begins, prissily. Of course, he wants you to bend him over the nearest flat surface, how is that a bad thing? The only reason he's not doing that to Cable is because anal (receiving) isn't on his kink list. But instead, Cable keeps trying to make it romantic, it feels, but then he says shit like that and Wade goes into a tailspin. The truth is, Wade has it bad for Cable and this stupid city makes it work. Wade thinks about how Cable tries to instigate a fight by reminding him of his designation, and Wade can feel the second digit squirming inside of him, a reminder of how tight he always is. And he relents. ]
As if you want me to just bend over. [ There's a part of him that's accepting of his designation, after all, there are few times he's fit in so well, but he still chafes under it. ] You've got the hard job, you've gotta learn how to handle me.
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His leg shifts under Wade, nudging him forward on his chest. His fingers spread and curl inside him, rubbing almost idly as he listens to Wade.]
You don't know what I want. [Because even he doesn't know that.]
And you've already got a handler-- [He points out, leaning in so they're nose to nose. Knuckles deep in Wade.] So you're not my problem.
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We don't need a contract for me to be your problem.
[ Wade says earnestly, like it's a love confession. Maybe in a way it is, in a language only they know. Wade brushes his nose against Cable's as he hovers over him, hanging over his body, his needy, hard cock gliding over Cable's stomach until he reaches down to try to align their cocks together. Somehow, the challenge of knowing what Cable wants feels like a red herring, a tempting distraction but a distraction nevertheless. Is it something either one of them can answer right now? Or is it something to look forward to? Some not-so-insignificant discovery to be made along with whatever this was unfolding between them? ]
When you fuck anyone else, you're gonna be comparing them to me. [ Wade challenges, licking a hot stripe over his lips, biting his lower lip. Where Wade strives to make this pornographic, Cable keeps making it romantic, it's sending him to places he doesn't know how to navigate, so he scrambles like he has no idea what he's doing, because Cable makes him feel rudderless. ] And my handler doesn't know me like you do.
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Maybe he's just doing what comes naturally. This might be the likeliest option, though probably not one either of them are sold on.
Cable bucks his hips gently against Wade, creating more friction between their cocks.]
I should have mouth fucked you.
[He says, exasperated and breathy.]
How about I fuck a mute next?
[He reaches for Wade's face, metal thumb tracing his lips and sliding into his mouth.]
Hold that and shut up for a minute. [Wade feels pretty ready here, so he drags his finger out and takes him by the hips, dragging him so he's positioned over his cock without forcing him down on it.]
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How about you fuck me.
[ Wade murmurs, like he's suggesting regularly, like he doesn't need anyone else. Wade reaches back to guide Cable's raw, unprotected cock to his ass and his hand circles around the base tightly. The last time, they'd been drunk off aphro-water, but this? It's only whatever existed before they got here, and Wade can only contend with it. Prefers it, if he's being honest. Wade sucks on that digit and warms it in his mouth, keeping Cable's eyes locked as he purposefully sits down on his cock, taking all of him in one hot, hungry thrust as he seats himself on him fully with a heavy groan. ]
Nngh, fuck!
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He plays his cards close to his chest, so it may not be apparent to Wade that he has all of his senses in his metal arm. He can feel the warm, wet heat from Wade's lips and watch he does. At times, the glow of his eye is almost like a sniper rifle, fixed on a target.
Wade has his full, fixed attention, though his eyes briefly flutter shut as Wade takes him in. He hisses, adjusting to the sensation he gets from Wade dropping onto his cock like a fucking rock.]
Fuck--
[He sputters, completely unfiltered through his usual posturing. His flesh hand grips Wade's hip tightly, his own hips rocking of their own accord under him.]
Anyone ever tell you that you're like a cat in heat?
[Of course, he assumes Wade is like this with everyone.]
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Only you.
[ Said with the smug satisfaction of a man who has Cable balls-deep in his ass. He might be horny on main for most in this city that manage to have chemistry with him, but few strike a nerve like Cable, who like him, manages to find every last one. Wade arches his back with Cable fully seated in him, brown eyes momentarily up on his ceiling as he breathes through it, finally dropping his eyes to look at him.
For all the ways Cable describes him like a stray, fucking him feels like coming home. Good luck getting him ever to admit that. Wade breathes, feeling victorious, but only so long as he starts to move. And fuck it's so different when he's not high on fucking aphro-water. Wade lifts and falls, and Cable feels like the perfect fit. This is a problem.
Wade rolls his hips in tight circle, not so much rising and falling on his cock as squirming, sucking one last time on the metal thumb before he slides his metal grip over his throat in a quiet invitation. Wade can't admit it right now, but he loves feeling like a sleeve for sex. ]
What's that make you? [ Wade asks, tension rippling in his thighs as he lifts up and drops down again, a keening sound dropping out of his mouth. ]
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[Cable says, almost idly. Almost like he's a little breathless and distracted by the way Wade moves over him. He has a hard enough time having a conversation when he's not on his cock. Let alone when he says just you like that.
It makes the hairs raise on his arms, pleasantly. Offhandedly, he wonders if he ever would have given Wade a chance back home. Did he need to be drugged to think this was a good idea? Is this going to develop into a very specific addiction? That's worrying.
His hand squeezes Wade's neck, firm enough to feel it but not enough to leave a mark. Yet. His thumb rubs in circles over his Adam's apple and he watches him through half-lidded eyes.
Cable works his hips under Wade, meeting him in his movements so his cock keeps hitting the good spots. His flesh hand slides up his body and meets the other hand on Wade's neck. He squeezes when Wade drops on him again, hissing.]
Yeah. That's a good boy.
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D, don't say that. Don't say that. don't fucking say that —
[ Wade chants, his hips moving to fuck himself down on Cable's cock, the hand on his throat seeming to give him that one-two combo that only seems to crack him open from the inside out. Wade's hips buck, a breath hitching in his chest as he grasps at the hand on his neck. ]
Oh, god, I love your cock — [ Wade gasps, dropping harder onto his lap with a louder groan. There's so much cacophony happening that Wade doesn't realize how disjointed his kinks are aligning all at once. Wade arches his back sharply, riding Cable before he bows over his body, breathing hard. ]
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!
[ Wade gasps, riding him so hard his luxurious bed creaks like it's about to break. Wade thrashes onto it, thrilled to be filthy for no other reason than to just be. ]
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