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[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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