Wade is staring, yes. Although not in any way that can be described as distaste. He's surprised, perhaps, but his own cock is already starting to bulge in his sweatpants.

"No, I don't mind at all... that's fucking hot as hell, honestly. Really wish I wasn't dying right now, gotta say. Because I'd like to do a lot more than watch you right now." He starts to slide down his pants and boxers, letting his thick half-hard scarred cock flop free, growing harder by the second.