[If there's something Wade excels at, it's making light of terrible situations and finding ways to distract himself from reality. So in that way, he might be helping Nate forget too with his own little kind of bubble.]

Heh, good one. [His girthy erection bobs as though agreeing with Wade's assessment.

Wade's stopped questioning whether or not this is a good idea. If Cable would care if he ever did show up. How Scott or Jean might think of it. None of that mattered. It was just him and Nate. All that he is really paying attention to is the present. To the feel of Nate in his arms, the taste of his tongue on his lips, and now those questioning blue eyes and the hand trailing down his chest ever lower. His gaze lowers too, nodding, breathing starting to pick up.]

Of course, I want you to... you've been driving me crazy since the bar. I haven't played footsie since middle school.