[With Nate's attention, Wade's cock is bulging, thick and needy. The admission does make him start, blinking up at Nate. Since the bar too. He's caught between disbelief and desire, eye softening.] I just thought you were being funny...

[He searches his face as though still not convinced. Except Nate's here and holding his cock in his hand, so perhaps it is the truth. That might just be a clue.]

Should have seen me before the scars, I was a fucking smoke show. [And he misses it desperately. To feel comfortable in his own skin. One of Wade's hands moves around Nate to his front sliding to cup the man's balls first before continuing the journey to cock to clutch him in the same way he's holding him.] Like you.