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( 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?

[Eventually Wade's dick slips out of Nate, but he moves his arms around his waist when Nate leans back against him to keep them pressed up together as Wade collects himself from the overload of feeling. The hum on Nate's lips makes him shiver and lean in to give his ear a playful bite.]

As good as it is with me anyway. With anyone else? It'll be terrible. Completely awful. [He's teasing clearly if the laugh that follows is any indication.] We should probably actually take a shower now, huh?

[The loofah and soap are still on the tub floor where he'd dropped them earlier.]

( with wade more or less supporting his weight against him, nate relaxes a little, feeling wiped but also completely satisfied in a way he can't say he's ever really felt before. the smile he wears on his lips is soft and lazy but amused at the other's words and with a hand reaching out beside them, he lifts the loofah and soap up off the floor of the tub for them, drifting them there beside wade. )

Probably a good thing this was done before we left, yeah.

( how unfortunate to get all squeaky clean and then get all covered in sweat and sex, right? )

[Slowly he lets go of Nate when he's certain that he's not going to fall over to grab the loofah and soap that's lifted up to him.]

So... uh, did you want to spend the night? I call little spoon.

[He lathers the loofah with soap and starts by cleaning up Nate first and then himself.]

Unless that's too weird. With Scott... [And that he could pretty much show up at any moment. Although Nate would probably know before he ever reached the door.]

( provided nate was awake? yes, he could sense scott coming. could possibly make it be that he couldn't see him if he needed to sneak out. except scott has that whole being able to sense the movements of others, so. out the window it would need to be for a quick escape. thankfully he can fly? there's that.

a hum on his lips, he leans back against wade, eyes falling shut as he lets the water wash over him, cleaning away the soap on his skin. )

You got a lock on your door?

( because... there's that? at least. if wade really wants him to stay. )

I do.

[Not that Scott is in the habit of busting into Wade's room regardless. He slips around Nate to get his own soap off before stepping out of the shower to grab a towel to dry off and another for Nate.]

So... is that a yes? [He tries not to sound too hopeful, but it's hard not to. Wade is almost as eager for simple affection as he is for sex.

He doesn't even bother to wrap his towel around his waist on his way to his room. He does snatch up his clothes on the way though.]

( with the shower turned off and the towel taken in hand, nate takes a moment to dry himself off, making sure he hasn't left any water on the floor. )

It's a yes.

( he pushes the thought into wade's mind — lets him hear his telepathic voice as he lingers back in the bathroom for a moment, looking to himself in the mirror and pushing his damp hair back with fingers to keep it out of his face.

staying here is a lot better than the room he has for himself in the down; he still needs to work on that whole putting himself out there to find a dominant thing, but. one thing at a time and all that. unlike wade, he wraps the towel around his waist and lifts his clothes off the floor. doesn't want scott to come back and see his son's clothing strewn about after all.

following behind to wade's room, he carries his clothes against his chest and pokes his head into the room when they're there. yeah, it's... definitely better than what he has for himself at the down... than what he's ever had, really. )

[Wade's room isn't as cleanly as the rest of the apartment, but it's at least not as dirty as he could sometimes let it get. Just an unmade bed and a couple of baskets with unfolded clean clothes. That's a minor miracle really.

Once Nate is in the room too, he moves to lock the door. And then he heads toward the bed, tossing back the blanket and hoping in, smacking the free side invitingly.]

( with the door locked, he drops his clothes to the nearest... whatever, except for his boxer-briefs, slipping into those after removing his towel; he's dry enough.

fingers carding through damp strands of hair again, he looks over to the bed that wade invites him into and the smile he wears is soft but warm, making his way over with quiet steps.

crawling into that bed, he crawls over wade and drops down beside him with a huff, taking a moment to look up to the ceiling before he looks over to the other mutant. quiet. not really expecting anything and not trying to read his thoughts. just... letting himself feel this moment. this very normal moment. )

[Wade laughs when Nate crawls overtop him, turning onto his side once Nate's laid down. He pulls the sheet and blanket over them both. One Nate looks over at him, leans in to kiss him, and scooches closer, hooking a leg around one of Nate's.

It is normal. As normal as either of them could really ever get perhaps.] Fair warning, I run a little hot. Healing factor and all.

( wade's given him a sense of normalcy despite his own chaos and nate is grateful for that in ways he maybe doesn't even really know or appreciate just yet, but. it's nice to have. however fleeting it might be.

breath soft at that stolen kiss, he huffs a quiet laugh at the leg hooking around one of his and he presses his cheek into the pillow there, looking to wade with those lazy blue eyes of his. )

I sometimes have nightmares. The bed might shake a little if they're really bad.

( though he usually has a little more control over not being too loud with them. he had to learn to be, what with being in hiding and all. )

Oh. [Wade's expression sobers a bit.]

I get those too. Just with less bed shaking. [Bad memories that haunt him. Of his torture and Francis mostly. But also of Vanessa sometimes too.] They're usually quieter though... when someone else is around.

[Not always, but it certainly helps.]

( that admission from wade has nate reach out and brush the tips of his fingers from a hand across the other's brow, gentle in the way they run across scarred skin, feeling every last bump and line as he watches the way they trace across his forehead and down to his temple. )

Do you want me to give you a sweet dream tonight?

( there's something so genuine in the soft way he asks the other, blue eyes searching his face as he does. )

To chase away any nightmares?

[Wade's brown eyes meet blue as those fingers trace his face, shivering a bit under the gentle scrutiny. It's a level of intimacy that he's not really had here. He's slept with plenty of people, sure, but nothing even approaching this.]

I would like that... [If only he could do the same for Nate.]

( fingers lingering there at wade's temple, nate smiles a little before his expression softly changes to something a little more focused. )

Close your eyes. I'll keep your dreams safe.

[He stares back. Why Nate wanted to do all these things for him is causing no shortage of wonder for Wade. There are ways he's like Cable, but in this way, he's very much not. He's kinder, more like Colossus, maybe? Wade settles into his pillow, sneaking an arm to clutch the dip of Nate's waist, as his eyes close.

Having nice dreams for a change, not ones haunted by pain? It's almost better than sex.

Almost.]

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