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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. )

Mmm-hmm. [Wade responds, distracted as Nate touches him, dick pulsing with the attention. His mouth travels down Nate's neck and then biting playfully at his shoulder. He's more or less forgotten about the shower and getting clean. The water is cascading over both of them at the very least.

His own hands start to travel down Nate's back, tracing lines along the wet skin, kneading muscles before settling on his ass, cupping one cheek with each hand.]

When did you decide you wanted to kiss me? Just then in the bubble, or...?

[Wade wants to know, to know he's wanted... so desperate for that attention as he is.]

( it's a nice feeling. to be wanted. wanted in a way that isn't to be used as a weapon because of your power and the things you can do. but to be wanted for something more physical, even if it's strictly physical, it's still... nice.

what else is nice are those lips on his wet skin and the way it feels to be touched by hands smoothing down the curve of his back — to be grabbed and held in a way that makes him moan there under the hot water. he noses at the crook of wade's neck, eyes shut for a moment, stroking him to get him even harder than he already is. )

At the bar.

( he murmurs, glancing down between their bodies as he pumps the other's cock, his own getting hard at the sight and feel of wade's in his hand like this. )

You think I call everyone hot stuff?

( tipping his head back, he raises a brow with a grin there on his lips. he may be cute, but it's not as if he's sleeping with or flirting with anyone and everyone he comes across here. )

[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.

( again, eyes fall shut and the sound that leaves his lips is one that’s soft but so very needy at the same time. the things he’s feeling with wade touching him like he is… he leans back against the shower wall, shoulders pressing hard against the tile, and he lets his blue eyes flutter open, strokes becoming a little more slow as he stares to wade with a desperation building there in his eyes.

there’s a huff of laughter there on his lips, sheepish almost, and his breaths come a little more heavy then, skin gently flushed on his cheeks from the heat; not from the shower either. )

You think so?

( it’s nice to be that. to be seen as something else than what he’s used to being seen as. )

What are you gonna do about it?

( even as he asks, he holds wade’s cock there in his hand and works him. liking the way it feels to have him hard in his hand like this. pumping him and getting him worked up. )

[The challenging question makes Wade laugh, the sound breathy. He keeps stroking Nate's cock when he leans back, enjoying the tantalizing view of Nate pressed back against the shower wall, hips jutted out toward him. Then there's that look in his eyes desperate for more. More of whatever Wade might give him. Fuck, that's hot.]

I don't know... there's a lot I'd like to do... [He pumps his hips forward into Nate's hand. Then suddenly Wade forces a few scenarios to the top of his mind intent on Nate to see them. The first of Wade turning him around right there in the shower and railing him with wild abandon. The next Wade with dropping to his knees to take Nate's dick down deep into his mouth to gagging. Then he's hauling Nate out of the shower and fucking him in every spot from here to Wade's bedroom.

Then there's the last where for some reason Nate is dressed like a unicorn and fucking Wade who's dressed like a cowboy. He can only be 'normal' for so long, Nate.]

( there's a sort of feeling one gets as a telepath when someone wants their thoughts to be heard — to be seen with their psychic eyes. just the implication of there being a lot he'd like to do is enough for nate to pick up on what wade wants from him in the psychic sense and so he does go ahead and take a look, letting the other fuck himself in his hand as he does.

the images he sees have his breath catch in the back of his throat— have teeth sink into his bottom lip, eyes to fall shut as his head tips back. almost as if he can feel his cheek pressed against the shower wall as he's thoroughly fucked under the hot water. feel how deep his own cock slides down the other's eager mouth and still wanting more. feel how good it is to be stuffed with such a hard cock in every way he can be. seeing and feeling it all there within his mind sends a shiver of pleasure throughout him and the sound he makes is so soft and lewd...

...until he sees that last one there and the look of sudden disbelief is almost enough to be an instant mood killer for him. almost.

a startled laugh escapes him instead and he swallows thickly then, eyes slowly coming to open and still wear that desperation there in them. )

First one. ( he murmurs, pumping wade's cock a little quicker, grin just barely there on his lips. ) Last one if you're good.

( age difference between them or not, he's not against fucking wade if the other wants it and lets him. )

[Wade's laugh is a bit strangled when Nate starts to stroke him that much faster.] If I'm good, huh?

[That's a tall order! But certainly, a good reason to try and keep himself in line if there ever were one. He moves in to capture Nate's mouth in a biting kiss, hand clutching the other's cock matching the pace Nate is setting on Wade's own. Although his hand does eventually slip to grasp a hip, coaxing him to move.] Turn around then...

[There is a passing thought when Nate does finally turn around, even as Wade's hands are clutching his ass and he teases his hole with a wet thumb.] Have you, uh, done this before? [Wade doesn't want to make any assumptions but, yanno... he should probably ask, right? Although also hoping he's not offending him by asking at the same time.]

( have you ever had telepathic sex before, wade? nate can do many things with his mind.

at the suggestion to turn around, he does, without so much as a second thought. palms press tight against the tile he faces now and he flexes his shoulders some, muscles taut for a moment before he lets them loosen up a bit. the sound of the water around them and the warmth that spills out of the shower, fogging everything up, drowns out any static noise in his head and keeps him right here in this moment with the other, taking in every touch and sound that wade gives him.

the question gets eyes to flutter open and he stares at the tiles in front of him, fingers splayed out and pruning from how long they've already been in here. )

No.

( it's soft — honest, and he looks over his shoulder to the other then. )

But I want to. With you.

( when you're on the run, hiding to survive, and helping humans under the guise of a performing act on the road, you sort of don't have time for anything other than just trying to make it to another day. )

['With you'. Wade can't help the way those words twist around in his insides and it probably shows in the way his lust-filled eyes soften, breath catching. He nods then.] Who am I to refuse that?

[And he's definitely not going to. Because he wants Nate too. He presses a finger slowly into Nate's ass, his thick eager cock grinding against his thigh.] Just gotta make sure you relax. I'll go slow to start.

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