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Yeah.

( as horrific as this had been to see [a little up there with finding forge's dying body], it's almost a fucked up blessing that it had been wade and not someone else what with his having that rapid healing and all. almost anyone else would have been killed instantly.

shifting some, he moves to stand and reaches out with his hands for wade to take. )

Come on. I think you've had enough fun for one night.

[Taking the hand Wade hauls himself shakily to his feet. The horrified onlookers starting to disperse.]

Oh, um. Okay. [pause.] So no more kissing then?

( again, wade seems to surprise nate, which is ironic when he’s a telepath and all.

hauling the other mutant up to his feet, he lets his hands slip away from wade’s, reaching out to help balance him instead if he needs it and, in doing so, he tips his head some, white bangs falling in front of his face as he looks up to him through them with those blue eyes of his. )

Maybe not in the middle of the street with your blood all over the ground? Seems like a mood killer.

[He looks down at the bloody spot, shrugging a bit before meeting those blue eyes that seem almost shy? In that way he's very different than Cable and it reminds him again just how young Nate is.]

Guess not. [It wouldn't have stopped Wade, but that's just Wade. Although he's also got blood on his face, so that might be less than appealing too. He starts in the direction of the Up apartments, limping at first but soon walking normally.]

I didn't expect you to do that. Kiss me just like that, I mean. [So Nate's not the only one surprised here. He'd wanted it, he thinks, despite voices in his brain saying it was a bad idea. Especially with Scott's warning not the fuck Nate over. He's not planning to, but what he intends and what happens are rarely the same thing.] I am old, you know? Not Wolverine old. But still. Don't let my youthful looks and childlike wonder fool you.

( it's to the up apartments looks like and nate follows alongside wade, keeping an eye on the other with that limping until he seems to straighten himself out. last thing he wants is for something to give and for wade to be stumbling over or something. he's got a healing factor, sure. but after a fall like that, probably disorients a person for a bit. even someone like wade.

he's quiet as they go, arms there at his sides, looking to the blood he has on his thigh from wade. hopefully he can figure out a way to get that out, he thinks. the mention of wade being old, however, gets him to snap himself out of his thoughts and he looks over to the other mutant, a huff there on his lips as he rolls his eyes. )

Really? And here I thought you were some spring chicken with some shitty fashion sense.

( sarcasm. so much sarcasm there.

bowing his head, those bangs fall in front of his face again, pushing them out of the way when he looks up, carding fingers through his hair. )

But I wanted to. So I did. ( kiss him, he means. )

Hey! What's wrong with my fashion sense? No one can pull off rainbow crocs, sweatpants and Hello Kitty t-shirts like this guy can! [He pounds his chest, fist pounding against a now bloodied Hello Kitty shirt. Which might now be ruined. He does smile though, peaking back at those blue eyes through Nate's too long bangs. Seriously dude, get those things cut already!

But not actually, it's kinda hot.]

I thought I was the impulsive one. Just couldn't resist my raw animal magnetism, hmm?

( again, the eyeroll comes, hands moving to stuff themselves into his pockets as they go. good to know it's not just his healing factor that's relatively quick but his "getting back to normal" as well.

swaying a little towards the other as he goes, he doesn't look to wade. just keeps looking ahead as they go to the up apartments. )

Do you actually hear yourself sometimes?

( he honestly has to wonder. )

I'm surprised you haven't been gagged yet.

I mean... it's happened. Or someone finds something else to occupy my mouth. [He waits for Nate to look at him again then winks with one eye and then the other. Then waggles his hairless brows.

Get it, Nate?

Yeah, okay, it's not that subtle.]

( yeah. he gets it. if the flat look he gives the other is anything to go by.

but look, he leaves it at that and just keeps an eye on wade as they head back to the up apartments— which? doesn't take a super long time and, as they come up to them, nate lets his gaze drift up the luxurious looking building. things like this, also, are mostly destroyed in the world he'd grown up. )

Scott's not here.

( he says as they head in, having scanned for his father and not feeling his presence there within the apartment the older mutant shares with wade, letting the other lead since, well, he lives here and nate's not about to burst down the door. again. )

Not surprising. He's not been spending a lot of time there.

[And Wade's not entirely sure where he goes. Logan's? Jean's? The gym? Maybe a selection of all three? He doesn't ask. He steps up to the door, pulling out his keys to unlock it before stepping inside, glancing back to see if Nate is going to follow.]

I guess I should probably take a shower. [Since he's covered in blood and gore and all.]

( there's a curiosity that nate feels when wade reveals to him that scott doesn't seem to spend much time here in his own place and, like wade, he wonders where it is then that his father goes. not that it's any of his business, but. he wonders. he can't help it.

he's stepping in after wade when he goes and makes the suggestion of taking a shower and then he pauses, lingering there in the doorway, hands still in his pockets. )

Oh. Yeah. I mean... you should. You're kinda... you know.

( covered in blood and gore.

still, he lingers there. )

Guess you're good from here.

[Wade's not usually awkward about this kind of stuff, but Nate being awkward is making him uncertain too.]

Oh. Um... okay? [He's disappointed that it seems Nate is leaving, not that he'd really known what to expect or if he'd expected anything at all really. Still.] Thanks for helping me with that cheese spreader.

[It seems the thing to say? Maybe?]

( for the better portion of the night, he's been good with not prying into wade's thoughts. not necessarily because of that one time he had slipped into his mind, but more because it just... seemed like the right thing to do. to not pry.

so he still doesn't — not really. instead, he feels as if he picks up on something from the other mutant and it has him standing there, eyeing wade before he lets his gaze drift away for a second. )

Yeah. You're really bad at this, huh?

( deciding for them, he pushes past wade and heads inside. )

What?

[Wade looks confused, pouting a bit, watching as Nate pushes past.]

Hey! I'm not usually! [Usually he's all in and practically throwing himself at a people. Now? He's just not sure how to navigate Nate for some reason. Wade starts to tug off his shirt, scars that cover his face and hands continue there too. Every inch of him. He heads in the direction of the shower.]

You gonna join? Or...?

[Yup, now he's being weird again. Fuck.]

( wade doesn't even need to say anything, he can just feel his uncertainty, even without being a telepath. it's sort of... cute... in a way. to think he makes someone feel like that where it doesn't even have to be because of what he can do. what he's capable of. it's because of that he feels a little more confident himself — a little more playful and so when wade goes and asks him about joining him, he gives it a serious consideration, tilting his head. )

Sure.

( removing his jacket, he drops it there on the counter and heads his way for the bathroom. )

Might be nice to have some consistent hot water.

( the showers in the down weren't that great after all. )

[Maybe in some accidental way Wade actually is 'good at this' since it's helping Nate put himself out there in a way he might not of otherwise. It's a thought. But really Wade is just being weird and this is all dumb fucking luck.

He grins when Nate agrees, some of the tension lessening in him, and then boldly shucking off his pants and boxers next, giving Nate a view of his scarred but nicely shaped ass before heading into the bathroom to turn on the water.] It is nice. My apartment in the Down didn't even have water half the time.

( nate follows along, unable to Not stare at the other’s ass what with it right there in front of him. unlike wade, however, he waits until they’re actually in the bathroom before he starts to undo the front of his pants, tugging his shirt up and over his shoulders. he’s fit — has some muscle on him and lacks any sort of scars one might think he could have from the sort of world he grew up in. helps to sometimes have that telepathy of his heal him up, he guesses.

shirt dropped to the floor, boots and pants go next and then everything else does as well, boxer-briefs sitting around his ankles before he steps out of them. flicking his hair out of his face and fully naked, he takes a second to look around the actual bathroom, noting how much more different it is from the ones in the down. )

Yeah. It’s real hit or miss.

( the water, he means. which, with it running now, he steps his way into the shower after letting fingers reach out to touch the warm water and just lets himself enjoy how nice it feels on his skin, pleased little hum there on his lips as he does. )

[Wade is muscular. Large biceps, six-pack abs, and those little lines that crease down at the hip? Yeah, he's got all that. It's just covered in the scars. Scars that Wade is more than a little subconscious of. The more time he spends in Duplicity, the less that's the case. But he still hates them. Still doesn't believe anyone that says they don't mind them or even that they like them.

His eyes do linger on Nate as he steps into the shower after him, stepping in behind him. As awkward as he'd been, he's thinking more with his dick than his mind now. That makes it marginally easier not to question much of anything.

Reaching around Nate, arm grazing his waist he snatches up the loofah and some soap.] I get your back? Then you can get mine?

( the scars, genuinely, don’t bother nate. the reasons BEHIND them do, but not the fact that wade has to wear them. he figures the other is a little self-conscious of them, what with the surprise he had had when nate had said he wasn’t ugly, so he doesn’t bother to draw attention to them, even in a playful manner. when he catches that hand reaching around for the loofah [that’s a strange looking thing] and soap, he turns a little. )

Wait.

( reaching out himself, he gently grasps at the others neck and leans in. kissing him. just like when they’d been high above the city in that little telekinetic bubble of theirs. just, this time there’s no chance of unexpectedly falling and going kersplat on the pavement. a good thing, he thinks. )

That’s for dropping you by accident.

[Wade makes a little strangled noise that's supposed to be a groan but almost sounds like a squeak when Nate kisses him again, both the loofah and the soap dropping from his hands in an instant so that his arms can go around Nate's waist to tug him against him.]

I don't know, maybe I should let you drop me out of the air more often if this is how it turns out...

( being tugged in like that with arms around his waist… that feels nice. so does the warm water cascading down his back and the way it feels to kiss someone under the water like this. his hair sticks to his face - a mess there at his forehead - as he looks up to wade, water there on his lashes and he gives him a disapproving look at first that soon melts away when he gives a roll of his eyes. )

How about we skip the whole dropping you out of the sky and just cut right to this instead?

Hmm... you drive a hard bargain.

[He grins back, tugging a little bit at him again and going in for another kiss. It will also be hard to ignore how hard he's getting, pressed up against one another as they are right now.]

But you have yourself a deal.

( this is about as normal as anything has really been for him. he still hates it here - still hates that this place expects certain things of him that he doesn’t agree with. but this right here, even if it’s still giving in to what they want, it’s also something he wants to himself - what he craves to have in his life. moments like these. not entirely sexual just… normal. or as normal as it can get for a mutant from a dystopian world now gone. intimacy, closeness, moments that make his heart race in ways that aren’t from fear or panic. funny how someone as chaotic as wade is capable of giving him something so normal.

he tips his head back, letting the other’s lips press against the corner of his mouth, his chin, eyes shut and just feeling how this all is. blinking his eyes open, he smiles, hand slipping away from wade’s neck. )

Something else is a little hard, too.

( ducking his head some, he watches the way the tips of his fingers trail down the other's chest and torso, lifting that blue-eyed gaze up to him with a certain sort of coyness about them. )

Do you want me to?

[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.

( since the bar. eyebrows raise a little in surprise and yet... he had thought so. at the time, it had seemed almost arrogant [his worst trait how about that] to assume as much and yet, seeing where they are now, seems like he was right with that assumption based solely on his gut and nothing else— well. maybe just the inkling of a feeling he might have picked up, but just threads of it.

teeth sinking into his bottom lip, fingers trail along the length of the other's cock and, slowly, he begins to stroke him, letting his gaze drop just for a moment before he's looking back up to wade. )

That long, huh?

( does he mean since middle school or the cock he's stroking in his hand right now? who's to say. )

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