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( 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.

( the sound he makes when that fingers presses into him is soft, a hitch in his breath before he swallows down hard and teeth take his bottom lip into his mouth. eyes fall shut, forehead pressed to the tile he still has palms flat against, imagining what it'll feel like to feel this for the first time after shrugging it off so vehemently upon his arrival. funny how he's here. now. in the shower with wade. about to get railed for the first time in his life.

i'll go slow to start gets a huff of laughter spilling from his lips, head canting some as he does. )

You're sweet.

( the words are just as genuine as they are playful and he wonders if maybe wade doesn't hear such a thing about himself as much. )

[He keeps coaxing Nate wider pumping fingers in and out, then spreading them, cursing a bit under his breath as his own anticipation builds. Wade laughs a bit too, echoing Nate's.]

Sweet. Right. I did only say I'd go slow to start. After that-- well. I make no such promises. [He curls his fingers.] God, fuck you're tight.

[It may take quite the adjustment to get himself all the way in. The thought of that alone makes him shiver and he can't take it anymore. His fingers slide out from Nate's ass so he can grip his cock to start slowly pressing inside, inch by inch, pausing at each to allow for Nate to adjust to him and checking to be sure that he was okay.]

( despite the gentle banter of humor between them, nate can't help the sounds he makes between huffs of laughter as he's fingered and stretched. tight and so unused to having anything inside him, it's an adjustment he tries to get used to as he's worked open — as he's prepped to take his first cock and it's wade's of all peoples. the thought alone has him him to himself at how it's going to feel and when those fingers finally withdraw and he feels the tip of that cock at him instead, his breath hitches in anticipation.

he braces himself against the shower wall, the sound of water filling any silence between them, drowning out the heaviness of his breaths as he feels that tip nudge at him at first. when wade finally begins to ease himself in, it's just as the other had said— tight and nate can't help the strangle of a gasp that falls from his lips as he's slowly fed that cock. )

[Wade hisses between teeth, head falling against Nate's shoulder, water cascading down his back. He is so tight that he's squeezing Wade's dick like a vice.] Relax-- deep breaths, fuck-- you feel so good. Let me in, come on, that's it, shit-- let me know if it hurts too much.

[Wade shudders as he keeps going, giving his hips the gentlest of rocks to thrust that little bit as he eases himself ever deeper until he's finally made it all the way to the hilt and clutches tightly to Nate's hips to hold himself there.]

( inch by inch nate takes him in, feeling the way he stretches around wade the more he makes him take it but it's weird and strange and he's hard himself despite the fact that he can't compare this feeling to anything he's ever felt before. there comes a point when wade is about halfway inside him that he feels like maybe he can't take this after all and he hesitates to ask him to stop. )

Wait—

( but then wade is in. all the way in and nate's forehead is pressed tight against the shower wall. his eyes are squeezed shut, breaths shaky there on his lips, and fingers clutching at the wall as he deals with the feeling of having wade's cock inside him. it feels... weird. he's not even sure what he expected to feel but he can't claim it was this. the feeling of something— someone inside him so thick and hard... he needs to catch his breath for a moment, a slight grimace there on his face as he brings his arm up to brace himself against, head hanging as he does. wade said that he feels good but he's not feeling what wade's feeling. )

It feels weird.

[Behind gritted teeth, Wade presses a hand against the shower wall beside Nate's taking that moment to collect himself and keep from getting too caught up in the moment and going too fast. Because holy hell does he want to keep going. His cock is quivering where it is pressed deep inside Nate.]

I know. Just gotta take a second to get used to it. And I promise that you're not... you know, taking a shit. That feeling will pass. Just gotta loosen up.

[He reaches around Nate with the hand not propped against the wall to find his dick there, giving it slow gentle strokes, forehead resting against his shoulder.] Tell me when you're ready for me to keep going. Because I really wanna fuck your brains out.

( if there was ever an analogy he didn't need to hear... and yet, he's not entirely wrong.

he wonders how this is supposed to get better — how it's supposed to feel good from this end of things when all he feels is full and weird. it's nice to have wade pressed so tight against him from behind like he is — nice to feel the warmth of him and those touches and they way he tightly grips him like he's wanted more than anything else right now. it's just... still weird for him, even as he attempts to adjust to it.

the hand on his cock giving him those gentle strokes does relax him a little and the sound he makes with forehead pressed to his arm is soft and needy. a huff of laughter just barely on his lips, he lets his eyes flutter open. )

You have such a way with words.

( after a moment and a breath he's been holding leaves him, he nods, relaxing his shoulders some. )

Ok. You can try. Show me how good this is supposed to feel.

I'm a regular Lin Manuel, it's true. You should hear me rap. [Or don't. He's a terrible rapper. Singer though? He's pretty decent. He nips Nate's neck with a playful bite, still stroking his cock, breath heavy against the other man's ear when he gives him the go-ahead. It's a bit of pressure feeling like he needs to prove to Nate that this can be enjoyable for him and something he might want to do again.

Not least of which because he hopes that he'll like to do it with him again. Maybe multiple times tonight if he can help it. That might be setting expectations too high. But a horny man can dream.]

Okay, then. Let's see if we can't makes this a fun r-ride. [Wade pulls himself out slowly as first only to pump his hips forward with a forceful thrust, muscle clenching as he buries himself deep into Nate's ass once more. Then he does it again. Quicker this time. Then again. And again. Until each successive quickened pace leaves him pistoning into Nate like a locomotive occasionally shifting angles to try and find the one that elicits the strongest reaction from him, cursing under his breath at the delicious friction.]

( it's not that he doesn't trust wade or the fact that this is supposed to feel good. it's just that he's not sure when or how it is when he's never done this before. he wants to know though. he really does. he wants to do something that's normal in ways he's never really had before. mind you, having sex with a man much older than you and is sort of dating your older half-brother and the submissive of your biological father maybe doesn't run that close to normal, but. it's close enough for nate and he feels he needs this as much as maybe wade himself does.

so he just nods when wade says what he does and braces for whatever discomfort he might have to power through to get to the good part.

at first, it hurts. wade pulling out and then easing back in. it has nate wince a little — has him swallow thickly and press his head against that arm there on the shower wall a little harder. breaths coming out quick and long as he's fucked nice and deep. but as wade keeps going — as he keeps making him take that cock with thrust after thrust, nate finds himself warming up to it a little, even coming to moan softly under his breath.

dropping his arm away from the shower wall, he presses his hands flat against the tiles instead and tips his head back, the sounds spilling from his lips growing more needy as he finds himself taking that cock better and better. )

Oh— fuck.

( there's a huff of laughter mixed somewhere in the moan that drips from his lips as he hangs his head there between his shoulders and keeps taking it from behind, feeling his body begin to shiver at how good it does feel. )

This is better... so much better...

Fuck yeah, it is-- [Wade breaths out, gasping as he loses himself in the feeling of plowing Nate as he finally starts to loosen properly and Wade can make good on his promise to fuck his brains out. He's still tight, but in a way that leaves it enjoyable for the both of them rather than awful.

And god, the noises that start coming out of the younger man, that's doing things to him. Knowing that it's him causing them. It spurs Wade on all the more. He wants to hear more. His hand tightens more around Nate's dick, jerking it in time with his thrusts.] You're still so tight, Nate. Fuck-- I'm gonna come so hard. Fill you up. You're taking it so good. [Wade is rambling but he can't help it.]

( the thought of being filled up — of being told he's taking it so good, it does things to nate he never thought he'd feel and he finds himself wanting to feel more of it. feel more of wade. feel more of that cock fucking him so deep and hard to the point where it's the only thing that matters and that he wants. it's good. it still hurts a little at times but it's good. it's a good sort of ache inside him that makes his head tip back, that makes lewd sounds spill from parted lips and fingers clutch and claw at the tiles he desperately tries to hold to as he's fucked hard. )

You feel so good...

( the words are breathless there on his lips, lost in a strangled moan that comes out louder than he means it to, head hanging between his shoulders again as he pushes back against wade almost as if on instinct, needing so badly to be fucked.

hand on his own cock, his breath hitches and he feels himself shiver — tremble at the clusterfuck of everything he's feeling and how overwhelmingly good it is. )

Do you wanna feel it too? Feel how good you are?

( words he barely manages to get out, but. feel what he's feeling, he means. because, as a telepath? he's very much capable of feeding wade what he's feeling for double the pleasure. )

[Wade curses under his breath when Nate tells him how good he feels, pumping his hips just a bit harder in response with a wet slap, eyes shutting tight as he keeps it up, resting his head against Nate's back.

The offer nearly makes him slip and fall into the tub. It's not something he'd ever even considered. Which is shocking with the amount that Wade thought about sex.] Yeah, absolutely-- I wanna feel that. [It'd be like fucking himself, almost.]

( somehow he feels like he shouldn’t be surprised wade would be open to feeling what it’s like fucking himself. but with his mind currently fogged up with the lust of being fucked hard here in the shower — taking it from behind like he was born to, he still finds the thought a little surprising that he’s for it, nate not entirely having been sure if wade would want to.

so with the go ahead given, head still hanging between his shoulders, he lets his eyes fall shut on a particularly hitched breath — he doesn’t know how much longer he can last with the way wade is fucking him — and he lets his mind reach out to wade’s, slipping into it with as much ease as wade has slipping into him. the pleasure he feels in being forced to take that cock — in the way wade pumps it into him over and over again is pushed into the forefront of the others thoughts and it curls around the receptive part of his mind, letting wade feel every little thing the telepath feels. the way it feels to be fucked for the first time, to take a cock so deep and hard in a hole that continues to be stretched, he lets those feelings curl around wade and stroke him from the inside, letting him experience what it feels like to be fucked by his own cock. at least within the mind.

even as he does, nate continues to feel himself slipping both against the shower wall and his own resolve of holding on to this feeling. lewd and unabashed in the sounds spilling from his lips — in the broken ways he lets the words yes and please roll off his tongue, he finally gives in, unable to edge himself any longer, and comes so hard that he makes the shower around them shake as he spills himself across wade’s hand and the shower wall. )

[Look. If there were a 616 Wade that showed up here, it would be a race to see which one suggested fucking the other first. It might be the first word out of each of their mouths upon meeting.

When the feeling hits Wade and Nate pushes those feelings into his brain he gasps, breath caught in his throat. It causes him to pause for the barest of moments in the shock of it all, but pretty soon he's back at it and fucking Nate with wild abandon and fucking himself. It's damn near mind-breaking feeling as though he's on both sides of it. The feel of Nate's warmth wrapped around him, and then the feel of his own girthy cock plowing what feels like his own ass. Talk about a mi-mind fuck... oh, yes... that's-- that's it--

[He can still feel what Nate is feeling when he comes and it sends him right over the edge along with him, pumping Nate full to bursting. So much so that it spills out of him and down Nate's thigh as Wade keeps thrusting through the orgasm and muttering soft curses that are muffled against Nate's back.]

( the link between them is left for only a few more seconds, letting wade feel him spill his load deep inside the telepath as if he were spilling into himself before it shatters and disconnects, nate unable to keep it going from the sheer weight of his orgasm — and what an orgasm it is.

pants are left heavy on his lips, blue eyes hazy and filled with a high one only ever really gets from an orgasm like that, and he presses himself hard against the wall, riding out the feeling or being fucked through his orgasm as wade keeps going a little. mind blank, he moans to show how much he loves it, and ducks his head down, watching the way his own mess splattered across the shower wall begins to wash away from the shower still going.

forehead pressed to the tiles, he gasps, eyes managing to flutter open, lashes wet and skin flushed. a grunt on his lips, he pushes himself up some, enough to press himself back against wade and he tips his head back a little, humming in a way one could almost describe as a little slutty, smile warm on his lips. )

So that’s how good it feels, huh?

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