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( He prefers conversing through telepathy, but. It's a little easier and less jarring on the other's end when they're also a telepath or someone used to communicating with one, so. It's text he opts for. )

Hey. It's Nate Grey.

[if he'd opted for telepathy wade might have just thought it was just a hallucination. Wouldn't have been the first time ]

hello nate grey!
what's up, buddy?

Just thought I'd see how you are.

( Since. You know. It's been awhile and all. )

I'm great, I was pretty much the best camp counselor out of the whole group. Cable wishes he'd been as good as me.

Heard you went through it.
But hey, you're not dead so I'd count that as a win!

I'm not that easy to kill.

( Unless you're his body then lol. )

You had fun at camp then?

I did. I didn't even get stabbed once! Even if it was pretty touch and go with brandon for a minute there.

oh! I made something for you when I see you next.

You made something for me? Why?

why not? there was a craft table and so I made some crafts! and you missed out on most of camp so I wanted to make you something.

( He sees the colours there. )

A bracelet?

[he knows the importance of sticking to a color scheme!]

a friendship bracelet.
because we're friends.

[whether you like it or not!]

( It's weird to think how many of them force that on him, but. Maybe force isn't the right word for it. Accept? Accept him as their friend, maybe. He's almost sort of glad this is text because something like a bracelet made for him so small of a thing and what might be considered as trivial to some has him feeling a mix of things right now. )

I've never been given one of those before.

[he'd made a few others like for cable and storm, but he'd thought of nate as he'd suspected as much. his life had seemed bad, not that they'd talked about it much. still he'd could read between the lines and not just because he could fourth wall.]

Well now you have. I've popped your friendship bracelet cherry 😉

[he could practically feel cable's glare boring into his skull as he types and he's not even there. behave wade.]

( He doesn't get it but sure. )

Are you staying at the mansion?

for the moment.
you?

Yeah. What do you mean for the moment? You're not planning to stick around?

For as long as everyone wants me around I'll be here.
Not my first stint hanging at an X-Mansion.
It didn't work out back home for long.

This is my first time in it. But why didn't it work for you?

I'm not X-Men material.
Don't follow the rules.
I'm a wildcard.
Didn't matter that I could make a bomb ass ceviche.

( Hm. )

I don't really do teams myself. Solmara was frustrating for that.

oh yeah?
you butt heads with the team?

No. ( How did Quentin put it? ) There were just too many cooks in the kitchen.

ah.
no clear leader, everyone having their own ideas.
cats and dogs living together, mass hysteria.

a good learning experience though?
maybe?

Sure. Not really looking to work with others like that again I don't think. I'm better off doing it myself.

sure sure
sometimes that's true.

but like... a team up with at least one other person isn't so bad?

Maybe. When do you plan on giving me this bracelet?

if you're at the mansion it could be right now.
I'm not doing anything.

I'm in my room.

( Hiding? Not him. )

[Wade doesn't answer, instead a few minutes later there will be a knock at his door. Once he opens it, Nate will find Wade standing there in all his scarred glory in a pair of Hawaiian shorts and a N'SYNC t-shirt.

Has he seen him without his mask? Who can remember? He holds out the bracelet expectantly.]

Your friendship bracelet, my good sir.

( Nate's there on his bed with a book in hand that he was giving a look over because... there wasn't many of these around where he was from. Or, well. Not many he'd had a chance to see for himself. Even outside of Etraya, given how much he's moved around, he's never had the time to really indulge in "normal things" like this, so. Why not look at a book?

When Wade comes in, bright blue eyes blink at his attire more than the scarring and, with a lift of his hand, he telekinetically pulls the bracelet over to him... along with Wade after, mostly because he knows Wade enjoys flying and all.

Bracelet in hand, he looks it over with genuine curiosity. )

So you wear these to prove your friendship to another?

[This is going to become a thing, isn't it? Nate floating him around. Hopefully so because Wade is all about it!]

That's right. To prove your friendship but also to remind you? [He lifts both wrist to show a few on his wrists, including one that matches the one he'd given to Nate as he'd not been around to make one back.]

This one is from Cable, Storm, Fio, and this one is yours obviously...

( Raise of his brow, he looks with skepticism to Wade there. )

Cable made you a bracelet?

( That's more a dig at his big bro than Wade because, well. It's Cable. )

Of course he did. He's a big softy, don't let the cursing and grumbling fool you.

[Plus Cable did all sorts of things for Wade that he probably wouldn't be caught dead doing for anyone else. Or maybe that's just Wade's own wishful thinking that he's special.]

I do think he wishes he'd been out there on the mission with you. He'd probably never say it, but I think he was worried.

Well I guess someone had to keep an eye on you all here.

( Was that someone Cable? Who knows. But Nate's looking back at the bracelet again and slowly turning it around between his fingers before he lifts those blue eyes of his to meet the other's gaze. )

I don't have one of these to give you.

I made one to match, but it's not quite the same as you making one obviously... but maybe you can make me one at some point to return the favor?

[wade suggests with a shrug, now that he's no longer floating, moving to sit at the edge of the bed. He not so subtly peers at the book Nate had been reading to see what it is.]

Only if you want to, of course. No pressure.

( The book in question is Treasure Island, though his attention is more on the bracelet than the book. )

I don't know how to make one. ( A beat. ) But I could figure it out.

( In telepath words, download the information from another. )

[The one with the Muppets? Nice, nice. Good choice.]

I'm sure you could. Or I could teach you? [No need to yank it out of anyone's head, cowboy.] Just putting it out there.

( But downloading it from another’s head is so much easier and just how telepaths are.

Still, the offer gets him to smile some at Wade there before he’s sitting himself up a little better, legs crossed. He ducks his head, strands of white falling in front of his face as he does - stares at the blue and yellow colours of the bracelet he gently twists between his fingers. )

You feel like you don’t fit in here?

( He doesn’t look up as he asks, still staring to the bracelet he twists. )

Like you’re sort of a stranger even among your own kind?

( Mutants, he means. )

Of course. And depending on who you ask, I'm not even really a mutant. [Mutate, mutant. Potato. Pota-toh.] I definitely don't fit in. And most of the time I just ignore that feeling and plow right ahead.

[But he feels it. Just like every time he lets himself get hurt. Other times he does just sit in that feeling and lets it swallow him. Those aren't good times.]

Why do you ask? [Wade is pretty sure he knows why. He doesn't even need to be a telepath to be able to parse that one.]

( At the question, he shrugs, still fiddling with the bracelet that he keeps looking to. )

I don’t know. Just because, I guess.

( Telepaths can be hypocrites. They find it insulting for others to try and lie to them, then go and do the same thing to others. Granted, this isn’t Nate lying. He’s just… not really talking about it. Something else telepaths are bad at, what with always being able to feel everything. This is one of those times when he doesn’t really want to feel much at all, but. That involves shutting certain parts off, which he’s not looking to do. Not yet anyways.

Instead, he latches onto the gentle surprise still there with him at being gifted a bracelet and, finally, looks up from it to Wade there, holding that bracelet up some with a smile so soft it nearly masks the gloominess in his blue eyes. )

Thanks for this, though. You’re kind of weird but it’s not a bad thing. You almost feel the most normal to me sometimes.

[How fascinated and grateful that Nate seems to be over this simple gift isn't lost on him. It's simple and Wade hadn't made it to be a grand gesture, but it means something. That last comment leaves Wade a little dumbfounded, blinking. He lets out a small laugh.] I think that's the first time anyone's ever called me normal.

[They call him a lot of things, but not that.]

But you're welcome.

( Ducking his head some, the laugh that leaves him is soft and quiet, strands of white falling in front of his face as he does. Maybe it’s weird to say, but. Handling Wade’s nonsense over any sort of mutant drama is a lot more easier and normal for him.

When he looks up, he flicks those bangs out of his face, staring to him. )

You’re weren’t pestering Cable before stopping in?

I mean... I do more than that in a day. [sometimes.] I also pester some hedgehogs. And make pancakes, and I've been trying my hand at air frying.

[But he is usually attached at the hip to Cable, seeing as he's one of the few people that tolerates him. Although maybe tolerate is a strong word considering how many times the man had stabbed him.]

( His smile is gentle as he listens to Wade list off the other things he does aside from pester his big brother. Alternate… half-brother. While they may seem mundane to Wade, Nate finds them to be very low-key and normal. Things he’s still trying to find and experience for himself here amidst the missions and… everything else that happens.

The thought gets him to look back down to the bracelet, fingers brushing over the blue and yellow, knowing they match his colours which match his father’s which… is a whole other thing, too. )

Do you find it tough to be around so many others? ( So many mutants. ) I think maybe you do but also you like having others around, right? I’m still trying to figure that out here.

( Working with others, living with them, navigating everything that comes with talking to others. It’s just been… a lot for him lately. A lot that he’s not used to. He huffs a little then. Tilts his head some, licks over his lips, gaze on that bracelet. )

I feel like I mess things up too much.

Edited (i had more thoughts 😌) 2025-06-06 15:33 (UTC)

I do like having others around. [He concedes that and considers the rest and how to say what he's thinking.] I don't find it tough, really, I just... I know how I am.

[Wade looks at Nate, seriousness taking hold in his gaze, letting those walls drop as he does.] Take it from probably the multi-verse's biggest fuck up, I don't think you have anything to worry about. People care about you. They want you around and would help you figure it all out.

[He's not convinced most of them would even care if Wade blew up and finally never came back. Except maybe Cable? Even that he's not entirely sure about sometimes.]

And if you need space from them for a bit too, I'm sure they'd give it to you. If that's what you need.

( Laying himself back against the bed, blue eyes watch Wade there as he listens to him, noting how serious he seems to come off as he speaks. He tucks an arm under his head there, cheek pressing into elbow while his other hand still rolls the bracelet around a bit, looking between it and Wade. )

You don’t think people care about you?

( He drops his hand with the bracelet down some, looking just to Wade now as he asks. )

You don’t seem like that much of a fuck up to me.

Here? Not really. [Just being honest.] Back home, I've got some people that care, even if they... [Wade pauses, shaking his head thinking of Vanessa. She cared about him, but didn't love him enough anymore to be with him.] Even if they don't care about me as much as I'd like.

And you only think that because I wasn't on that mission with you.

( He’s silent as he mulls over the other’s words - as he takes in what is and isn’t being said simultaneously. )

I’m sorry. ( The words are soft and genuine as those blue eyes stare to him. ) I know what it’s like. To care about someone who doesn’t maybe care about you as much as you’d like… or like you thought.

( His gaze drops back to the bracelet and he sighs, pushing himself up onto his elbows. )

It sucks. But I guess we just gotta get over it and move on, right?

Edited 2025-06-07 02:32 (UTC)

Not like you made my fiancée break up with me. [It's probably better that way, though. He's less likely to kill her again. He smiles sadly, giving Nate a smack on the shoulder before he moves to get up from the bed.

He's insanely curious who this 'someone' is that Nate's thinking about-- because he's a nosey little shit, and he loves the little tidbits of mutant drama. It's like the Young of the X-Restless around here.] Right? Cause who needs therapy? Not me, that's for sure.

[He doesn't want to sit in his head long enough for that.] How long you been holed up in this room? We should go do something. We could get drunk? Eat our weight in Ding Dongs? Break some shit?

( He’s had enough mutant drama, thanks. Small as it’s been, it’s more than he’s ever had before and he’s ready to tap out.

When Wade gets himself up, he lifts his brows in both surprise and confusion the moment those suggestions start coming. Bracelet still in hand, it rests there on the bed with him and he tilts his head some as he blinks those bright baby blues of his. )

You have a healing factor, don’t you? Doesn’t that mean you can’t get drunk?

I can... I just have to drink an absurd amount very quickly. And the effects don't last very long. But I'm not a quitter.

[It's a much too fleeting feeling for how expensive it can get.] But, hey, it just means I'll be sober enough to hold back your bangs if you need to hurl your guts out.

That doesn’t really sound like a fun time for you.

( The whole holding his bangs back and what not. Even though he doubts such a thing would even happen to him, thanks. Still, he pushes himself up more on the bed and then gets himself off it, taking the blue and yellow bracelet with him as he does.

Hand out, palm up, he offers it to Wade. )

You trust me?

I'm not the one sulking in my room looking like I'm two seconds away from cranking up the Fall Out Boy.

[He watches Nate as he moves, looking down at the palm held out. Truthfully, Wade barely knows Nate, so perhaps he shouldn't say yes to that question, but he does trust him. Also his curiosity won't let him say anything else.] Of course. [He slaps his hand down onto Nate's offered one.]

( Oh. Well. He was going to be nice about this, but. While he doesn’t understand the Fall Out Boy part of that, the sulking he does and so that earns Wade a bumpy ride. )

Know what’s just as bad as lying to a psionic? Insulting one.

( And with that, fingers grip tight to Wade’s hand and he’s pulling him along as he flies out the window. Quickly. Very, very quickly. Because, yes. He’s taking them somewhere via air, though it’s with Wade in tow via being held by his hand and he’s… maybe letting him dangle as he goes rather than keeping him up alongside him. He’s sure Wade can handle it and hell, some part of him might even enjoy how dangerous it feels to be dangling like this from Nate’s hand, but. That’s the way this ride is going. Hopefully he doesn’t lose his shorts against the wind. )

[Wade hadn't said it to upset him; he honestly doesn't think at all before he speaks. If it enters his mind, it usually comes out of his mouth two seconds later.]

Insulting you, I was j-- fuck! [And he's being dragged out the window. There is a string of curses from his mouth before he finally settles, gripping to Nate's hand tightly. Just because he could fall and survive doesn't mean he's eager to plummet. Not that he'd care too much if he did. And the thrill does do a little something for him. Nate's not wrong.

And so far at least his shorts are holding strong.] I wasn't trying to insult you, just making a joke. That's what friends do, give each other shit!

( For the record, he’s not actually mad or anything, but. He does give a glance down to the dangling mutant there he’s pulling along and despite the way his brow raises as if in disbelief, he can’t help the soft chuckle there under his breath at the sight. Heh.

He flies them through the sky with a quickness, bringing them to one of the bars around here and, as he descends to the ground, with an underarm throw, albeit a somewhat gentle one, he lets go of Wade’s hand and lets him roll to the ground. Thankfully, the drop isn’t that high from the ground. A moment later, he taps himself down gently near the place and takes a look at it curiously. )

I haven’t ever been here before. But I guess now’s as good as ever, right?

[And roll he does. It's mostly graceful, aside from his ass skidding on the pavement at the end there. His butt cheeks will only have minor road rash, don't worry. And it'll be healed in seconds. Dusting himself off, Wade gets to his feet and looks at the bar entrance in front of them.]

That's the spirit. I haven't been here either, but I'm sure it'll be fine. [It'll have liquor. And it's free. That's all Wade needs to know.] You ever drink before?

[He knows Nate's not exactly of legal age in the US. But he would be in Canada!]

I've had one or two here before.

( Granted, those had been his first ever times actually consuming alcohol, but. You know. Gotta start somewhere and all.

With a glance over to Wade, he nods for the other mutant to make his way in with him because, you know what? He's going to do this. Granted, he's been trying not to be as impulsive as of late with things, but. With how everything's been with him as of late? Screw it.

He shuts certain parts of his mind down — shuts himself off from others and prevents them from peeking in as he stands there in the bar and takes a look around. They're really the only ones in here as of right now, aside from the bots, and he glances to one that passes them by before he's heading over to one of the booths and stands there before he takes a seat, looking around. What is there... to drink... and what's even good?

When prompted by a bot, he just... says whatever. )

Whiskey on the rocks. Make it strong.

( Perfect. )

[Wade lets out a low whistle at Nate's drink order.] Well, shit. Look at you with the badass drink order.

[He wonders if Nate even knows what he's ordering? Ah, well. It'll grow hair on his chest? Or something. He looks up to the bot.] Make that two. Or what the hell, just bring over the whole bottle and two glasses with ice.

[Since the point is to get Nate drunk.]

( Yes. Look at him. Ordering something that’s likely to destroy him, but. That’s the point of this, right? So why not go all the way?

He takes his seat when Wade adds to the order and sits there in the booth, looking around the place. Again, it’s nothing he can recall having seen back on his world, but he knows they’re a thing on Earth, same with pubs and diners.

When their drinks arrive, swiftly as they do, he looks back to Wade as he pulls his glass towards him. )

So you had a fiancée?

Did I say that? [He sometimes forgets the words that come out of his mouth. It's hard to keep up with himself. He pours them both a hefty sum of liquor into each glass.]

I did, yeah. She died because of me. I stole Cable's time travel device to stop it and saved her... but it didn't work out after that though. But maybe she's better off, seeing as I'm the reason she got killed the first time.

( He’s not entirely sure what he expected to hear, but. That’s not anything he could have put money down on and won. Drink in hand, he looks down to the ice cube floating in the alcohol and he frowns some as he lifts the glass up. )

I’m sorry. That… everything happened.

( Her dying then being brought back and it not working out. He can’t really relate, but. He can understand the feelings that come with it not seeming to work despite the hardships that happen. At that, he offers him a smile, soft with reassurance. )

Only gets better from here?

( Maybe?? Hell if he knows. )

Thanks, man.

[But it can't be changed. At least she's alive to make those kinds of decisions. And maybe there's some chance they'll get back together. Stranger things have happened.]

I love the optimism-- [Wade clinks his glass against Nate's before tossing his drink back.] But hey, at least this means I can play the field? You know that large field of people that are super into burn victims.

[He knows finding someone like Vanessa who'd also been into Wade's whole.. everything had been one in a million. Or at least that's what it feels like.]

You’d be surprised. We’re mutants. We’re into a lot of things.

( Smile on his lips, he indulges in a sip of his drink and… yowza. That’s strong. The face he pulls shows how much it is but he shakes it off and helps himself to another sip… a sip that turns into him gulping it all down to the point where the ice hits his teeth.

Blue eyes blinking widely, he wipes the back of his hand across his mouth and goes for another round, telekinetically pouring the whiskey into his glass. )

So, you know. You could get lucky.

[He's just about to tell Nate to take it slow, eyes wide at how he takes that last sip with vigor. Wade wants to help him unwind, not get alcohol poisoning. Blinking, he looks around like maybe he's on camera.]

I guess I could? [Nate's not-- is he? He clears his throat. Wade fills up his own glass after Nate finishes with filling his own.] Although, like, half of you are teenagers... or close enough to it.

( Is he? Would it be so bad? Who knows. All he does is help himself there to that second glass and take another long sip of it, blue eyes sparkling a little as he does. )

Only half. Besides, we're here, aren't we? Away from where we usually are and where things are a lot more different than how they tend to be.

( He shrugs, sitting back some in his seat as he floats his glass over to him. )

This place is filled with experiences from the looks of it.

I suppose you have a point? [Does he? Wade's not sure, but he'll play along. He sips his drink, trying to act casual.]

Is that what you've been trying to do? Get filled with experiences?

( Catching his drink, he takes a moment to finish it off and licks over his lips, huff soft on them. )

More like try something normal. You know... about as normal as things can get for people like us.

( Mutants. )

Back home— on Earth... there's so many mutant politics and fighting. Wars. Agendas that this mutant and that mutant has. It's like asking for a break from it is some sort of taboo or something... and that's not when they're hunting you down to be some pawn in their game to give them a win. Here? Not really a lot of that.

We're all here, pawns in Echo's game instead, so we don't have time for our own bullshit. I've got you. I tried normal normal for a bit. I sold used cars and wore a toupee. That didn't last long.

But I can try being normal for me. [Whatever that meant. He'd have to find out.] I keep trying to be somebody for someone else. Be an X-Men like Colossus wanted, have a normal life for Vanessa, be the hero for the universe.

Guess I've got time now to figure it out.

( Shaking his head, he sets his glass down. )

Don't do that. Be somebody or something for someone else. You should be who you want to be. Whoever that is, however he is, in whatever moment you're in. You're more than what other people want you to be or think you should be.

( Looking to his empty glass there, he blinks slowly before he's floating it back to the table and moving his fingers to pour them both a little more. )

And even though we're here and we're still not sure about Echo and Aurora and now her brother, when we don't have missions? That's when we figure other stuff out. However that is. With whoever.

( To which he offers Wade a smile. )

Ah, but see if I do what you say... am I then just trying to be what you want me to be? [He taps the side of his head.] That a mindfuck right there.

[He watches him float the glass back.] And you might want to slow down on the drinks, or you'll be figuring stuff out with the floor, bud. And I don't think this linoleum is a gentle lover... or STD free.

[Seriously, did the bots even clean it? Back to the point at hand, it is good seeing Nate smile. Better than the moping mess he'd been.]

But I read you loud and clear. I'm gonna sow my oats in my free time and just fuck everything that moves! Consenting things, obviously. [Is he getting this right?]

( The way Wade phrases his plan of action gets Nate to first blink then chuckle a little. It’s not really all that funny. He’s just got a bit of a buzz going right now. That and, well, the way he puts it makes him think about things in his life and how much of a mess they are. Were? Does anything even count anymore with being here? Who knows.

He does, however, raise a brow at the thought to slow down and simply pulls his freshly filled glass into his hand. )

Is that what you want to do? I mean… you can. People do it here. With more than one person, too. Not at the same time though.

( He stares to the bottom of his glass, chuckles again, then downs the shot and hums at the burn spilling down his throat. )

But, you know. I know it sucks. I mean… I thought someone cared about me but they left. Just disappeared. Then I found out she was just leading me to her master for his plan. So, you know. That sucks. Thinking it was more than some job for them. That I was a job. Target, I guess.

( Sigh on his lips, he looks back up to the other mutant. )

So, I’m sorry. I get it and it sucks. But at least we’re here now, right?

Edited 2025-06-14 03:38 (UTC)

[Wade watches him go right in for another shot despite the warning. Well, shit. He's not going to stop him by force. He'll just have to make sure that he didn't pass out in his own vomit if it came to that.

He pours himself another shot-- if only to lessen the amount in the bottle for Nate.] If it's not at the same time, what even is the point? Threesomes, moresomes, orgies? Bring it on.

[Not that Wade's had any such thing in a long time.]

At least we're here now. [Here isn't great, but it's better than whatever mess Nate had just described, that's for sure.] If anyone does that shit to you here, you've got me and a load of other people to watch your back.

( He smiles at Wade’s being there for him and pulls himself up to rest on his elbows there against the table, glass beside him, their bottle they’d been given about half-full now. )

Thanks. Same for you. We'll look out for each other, right?

( A beat, he tilts his head some, those blue eyes sparkling playfully as his smile becomes warm, couple strands of those white hairs of his bangs falling in front of his face. )

Be there for each other? And… help each other. Whatever the other needs.

( Whatever the other needs indeed. )

Right. We'll look out for each other.

[Wade is staring. Is this really happening right now? He clears his throat, wetting his lips. Hitting on Nate when he figured the young man would have zero interest is one thing, now he doesn't really know what to do with himself with the shoe marginally on the other foot.]

Easy there, cowboy, you keep undressing me with your big blue eyes like that and a lady is going to get ideas. [He's already got ideas, and this isn't helping. But Nate's drunk and drowning his sorrows, and this feels like taking advantage. Wade's an asshole, but not that kind of asshole.]

( Those big blue eyes of his blink a couple times when Wade goes and says that and… he stares, seeming confused for a moment before he’s chuckling into his glass. )

Why would I undress you with my eyes when I have my mind to do that?

( That just seems weird, Wade. Also, he’s not drunk, thanks. Just a little buzzed which is probably what he needs right now as a distraction from feeling everything else that isn’t this. But with his glass empty, he sets it down with a soft huff and rubs at an eye with a knuckle. )

Also, you’re difficult to read. Are you doing that on purpose?

( Normally he just picks up on things from others — thoughts and feelings — but Wade is… difficult to pin down, it seems, and he’s not entirely sure why. )

You're not trying to read my mind, are you? [Now it's Wade's turn to drink.] You don't want to do that if you are. Not a nice place, my head. I don't even like to be there.

It's a mess. That's probably why it's hard. I didn't get my powers like the rest of mutants usually do. They were tortured out of me.

I’m not trying. I just sometimes pick up on things from others without even realizing it but I don’t really feel anything from you.

( It’s the more empathic side of him playing with his telepathy. How he just suddenly feels a shift in the mood or environment around him, almost always because of someone or something he’s around, but. He doesn’t seem to be feeling that with Wade. Not passively anyways. So of course he’s curious.

Shrug of his shoulders, he smiles to the other. )

Was making me wonder if you were shy or something.

Shy... no one's ever called me that. [With the number of times he's accidentally flashed people his balls, clearly he's not. About certain things, anyway.]

It's probably because I shut a lot of myself off. From myself. [He makes a little cheers motion with his drink and downs the rest of what he has.] I prefer to live in the moment? Can't spend too long in my own head.

( The buzz he has makes him feel light and loopy. A lot more relaxed than he’s been in awhile and, because of that, maybe he amps up his confidence a little alongside feeling more open himself. Arms crossing, he leans himself onto the table there, blue eyes bright and sparkling with curiosity while his smile slowly bleeds into a playful little grin. )

Yeah? So what do you wanna do in this moment right here?

In this particular exact moment? [That is the question, isn't it? That playful, knowing grin isn't helping. Wade finds himself leaning closer too to match Nate. Two can play that game, mister. His eyes flicker to his mouth and then back to his eyes.] Something that's might need a Not Safe For Work tag if you're not careful.

( He doesn’t get it really, but he also sort of does at the same time? Wade sometimes has a strange way of simultaneously making sense and not, something he’s beginning to pick up on with the other; he still prefers his chaos and confusion over everything else he’s got going on, really. Which is exactly why he keeps himself as he is and lets those blue eyes of his roam across the others face. No disgust or sympathy there in his eyes for those scars. Just a playful little smile on his lips as he cants his head the other way. )

Maybe I don’t want to be careful.

Edited 2025-06-17 23:46 (UTC)

[There are some things about Nate that are like Cable, but ultimately he's really not like at him at all, really. So while the attraction he's feeling right now is wrapped up in that a fair bit, it's not all that's there. Nate is sweet. Funny. Good. Not that he really knows that for sure, it's just his general aura. The way he's looking at him right now, without an ounce of disgust too? That's nice.]

You could do a lot better than me, you know. If you wanted this kind of distraction. [Wade's not good. He's a mess, and he knows it. He's still leaning in closer, lips nearly touching Nate's.] And this isn't why I gave you that bracelet...

Edited 2025-06-18 00:01 (UTC)

( Apparently, Cable is a lot more of a dork when he’s younger, from what he’s seen and been told, but. Maybe that depends entirely on where and when he’s younger. Still hard to imagine him being any other way than the grump of an old man that he is. He wonders what Wade would think of the young Cable he’s briefly been shown.

Still, his gaze drops between them to catch sight of that bracelet he still holds and he smiles, warm and playful, as he looks back up amidst the closeness. )

I won’t tell if you won’t tell.

( Because that’s apparently what people do here. )

[This feels like the sort of thing that will come out eventually, but that's a problem for a future self, clearly. Present him is weak and incorrigible.]

Who would believe me anyway? [Wade says a lot of crazy shit, they might just think he's being his usual self. Not that Wade would be likely to say anything about this... probably. He gestures to the robot off to the side, currently just there staring ahead as there's no one else in the bar to put in an order.] You think it likes to watch?

[With that, Wade moves in quickly to kiss the younger man, hand reaching out to grab the back of his neck to pull him in closer.]

( The moment he’s pulled in for that kiss, the smile he wears becomes both playful and mischievous and he can’t help the quiet little hum he presses into it. He’s already wrapped them up in privacy on a telepathic level — he’d more or less done that the second they arrived here, but. He does it in a way that’s not so obvious. When a door suddenly slams shut on the telepathic airways, it’s a little noticeable to others like them. This? Not so much. Though he does gently wonder what Cable might think… not his problem right now though. Right now? He’s letting fingers curl into the front of Wade’s very loud shirt there and letting himself forget about everything and everyone else and just feeling this.

Playfully, he nips at the other’s bottom lip, brow pressed to his and he chuckles softly as he takes another kiss for himself, eyes sparkling with that playful mischief and the buzz running through him from the alcohol making everything feel lighter. Peeking an eye over there to the bot, he smiles brightly to Wade, lips more or less still pressed to his. )

Want to go somewhere else?

[Cable... that is the question. Wade doesn't know exactly. Because half the time, he doesn't know how the man feels about anything. He can only assume it will end with a knife in some unfortunate place for Wade for some reason or another. But it's not stopping him now.

He might not be drunk right now, but he's starting to feel fuzzy in his brain-- because of his blood rushing to other places, most likely. Making any reasonable decisions is going to get harder. Swallowing, he stays there, finally mumbling back against Nate's lips.]

Maybe. Got any ideas where?

( The buzz he has running through him is both light and electric at the same time. He’s aware of everything he says, everything he does. It just comes with less concern — less confusion or hesitation as he might normally feel in a moment like this. You know, until he starts to just go with it. Right now all he can really focus on are the happy little sparks buzzing around in him and how he wishes he could feel this more than half the other things he does; feeling everything from everyone else really just sucks sometimes.

Smile against Wade’s lips, he hums again, but this time a little more in contemplation than satisfaction. )

Apartments? There’s empty ones there. I can take us.

( Stuff happens back at the mansion, sure. But he doesn’t want to be there right now. He wants to be here. With this feeling. With no concerns. With Wade. Everything and everyone else can wait. )

[So this is really happening, huh? The way Nate's face lights up makes his stomach feel a pleasant warmth. When was the last time anyone had looked at him like that? Too long. That's what makes a lot of his concerns melt away.]

Abandoned apartments it is. [He nods, dumbly, reaching out to playfully tug one of Nate's long bangs.]

( Abandoned apartments it is.

Chuckle soft on his lips at the tug to his hair, he reaches for the pitcher of alcohol — what’s left in it anyways — and takes it with them as he pulls Wade along with him as he exits the booth. )

C‘’mon. I can get us there quick.

( And the way he smiles back at Wade as he tugs him along with him out of the bar is electric in its own way, brightness within him almost shining through. )

[Wade seems perfectly fine being dragged wherever Nate cares to take him. He's looking pretty pleased with himself, too. Hopefully his dumb brain doesn't say something to fuck it up.]

Alright! [He stumbles after him.] Hopefully when we get there, things aren't real quick thought, right?

[Dumb joke. They can't all be winners.]

( Glancing back to the other, he smiles as he pulls him through the door, mindful of the pitcher he’s carrying with him. )

I’ll leave that up to you.

( His laugh is soft but bright and with a look to the sky, they’re up and off, hand tight on Wade’s arm while simultaneously using his TK to keep them both afloat as they go. He’s not going as fast as he could when by himself, but he’s also not taking his sweet time either. The whole journey is really just a couple minutes and when he gets them to the apartments, he takes a moment to scan the building with his mind - locates one that isn’t occupied by anyone… and takes them right to the window.

Because, apparently, Nate uses windows more than he does doors.

A flick of his wrist, he opens it up, flicks the lights on, and starts to crawl his way inside all with the help of his TK while still holding to Wade. He’s laughing a little to himself at how awkward it is, but. Ultimately, he gets himself inside, pulling Wade with him. )

Oh, I may be old, but I got stamina for days. Regenerative powers are good for more than just healing! I can keep going over and over and over and over--

And over. [No refractory period, baby!

If Wade minds being hauled around like a telekinetic caveman's conquest, it doesn't show it on his face. He's smiling like a goddamn doofus as he goes through the window, even as his head clangs against the frame.] Ow.

( The apartment looks like all the others in the building. Gently furnished with the basics one needs with a lot left to add if one decides to make one of these home here. Nate's wandering in a little — taking a slow gulp of the alcohol left there in the pitcher when he hears the head bump behind him and he chuckles around the pitcher before he goes and sets it down. )

Doesn't help with the being clumsy though, huh?

( Heading over to help Wade some, fingers gently stroke over the spot where he'd bumped it and, with a gentle push of his telepathic gifts against the other's mind, he makes it so Wade is able to feel the sensation of his fingers brushing through hair — meant to be a sort of comfort — as he looks his head over. )

You look ok to me. Think you'll survive.

Good one. I'll have you know, I'm only clumsy when it's for comedic effect.

[And because he's careless about injuring himself. His eyes widen when Nate's suddenly in his space, touching the bump that's already healing, combating the threatening hematoma.

There's a small gasp out of him when he feels-- his eyes shut a moment. It's been years since he'd felt anything like it. God did he miss his hair for so many reasons, but this is a newly discovered reason. His stupid hair system couldn't even hope to compensate for the loss.] Yeah, I think so, too. [He swallows, trying to collect himself as he slips the rest of the way through the window to join Nate in the room.] It was a close call, though. Real touch and go...

( He doesn’t miss the gasp — lets the sensation linger a little longer before he drops his hand away and, with it, the feeling of his fingers running through hair no longer there. Blue eyes settle their gaze there on the other mutant and, after a moment, he slowly starts to remove his denim jacket, letting it drop to the floor and leaving him in his white fitted tee. Reaching out, he touches Wade’s cheek there with a hand and smiles as his gaze softens some despite how electric he still feels. )

Speaking of touch…

( Tips of his fingers ghosting along Wade’s face, his smile slowly turns warm and bright and he tugs the other in close with a little help from his mind… to which he kisses him. Warm and bright, just like his smile. )

[He watches him slip off the jacket, leaning into the touch.] I do like touchin-- [Nate's lips cut him off, and he sinks into the kiss, hands reaching to tug the younger man against him. He'll no doubt feel the building excitement through his Hawaiian shorts by the simple action alone.

Grabbing for him, Wade's hands roam blindly down his clothed back and over the curve of his ass, kissing him harder and more insistently, eager after so much teasing.]

( When his mind is a little more clear and not buzzing as much as it is, he’ll come to realize that, while he’s had sex before, it’s always been with women and this is… very much his first time being like this at all with a man… and it just so happens to be Wade Deadpool Wilson of all people. There’s a joke here somewhere.

Is it because he’s like Cable but not? Attractive even to a guy? Or is he simply just a [pretty] distraction as most seem to prefer him to be? He doesn’t know — doesn’t bother to wonder about any of that because the moment those hands find themselves on his ass like they do, his heart pounds and his breath hitches there against Wade’s lips. This isn’t how he thought any of this would go when he first sent that text message to the other. But here they are. In an apartment home to no one, denim jacket on the floor, hands touching and fingers twisting within material, about to indulge in something that Cable is likely to be annoyed about to some degree should he ever find out. But that’s just it: no one needs to know.

His mind catches up with what’s happening and he cups a hand there over that excitement Wade has going on in his shorts there, palming him as a means to see if he likes it. Even in doing so, he slips that bracelet on that he’d been carrying around and takes another look at that strange shirt Wade has on, smiling with those bangs in front of his face. )

I get you that worked up?

[Wade doesn't entirely know why he's here. By all accounts, maybe he shouldn't be. A forty-year-old plus man and Nate... is he even eighteen? Honestly, he's not even sure. But he's a weak, weak, shameful man. And Nate keeps looking at him like that, keeps doing things that he can't ignore. And he's hot, and has stupid cute bangs, and a smile that makes him melt. Dammit.

Maybe it's because he's so desperate for someone to show him any kind of attention at all. And Cable, for as much as the other man and Wade are attached at the hip, Wade assumes none of the teasing and none of Wade's flirting or feeling is truly reciprocated like that. But Nate is reciprocating, and so Wade is putty in his hands. Dumb eager stupid putty.]

Fuck-- [Oh, he likes it. Nate's hand over him makes his erection grow even larger. And he's large. Which might make him a poor choice for a first time if that's where this is going, but so be it. His mouth falls to Nate's neck, giving the flesh a growling little bite.] I'm excitable, what can I say?

Are you sure... you want to do this? Last chance, because I may not be able to control myself... from here.

( Yes, he’s eighteen, thanks.

Nate’s never been touched like this before — never had someone so eagerly taste and touch him as if they were going to die on the spot if they didn’t. It sends little jolts of that electricity through him and makes his head spin through the buzz he’s still feeling. The sounds that leave him both soft and eager, head tipping back some as eyes almost roll out of his head before closing. Why does it feel so good to be wanted like this? Not for his power or who he happens to be the son of, but purely based on his looks and… maybe something else? He doesn’t know — it doesn’t matter. All that does is the way his heart begins to pound louder in his chest and his skin grows warm beneath his clothing.

Wade bites at his neck and Nate lolls his head to the side, that one hand still working the front of those shorts lazily while his other smooths around to clutch at a shoulder blade. When he speaks, eyes flutter open and he’s looking to him through those playful bangs of his. )

I’m tired of controlling myself. Aren’t you?

[If there's one thing Wade's good at, it's being in the moment and wanting someone without any ulterior motive other than attraction, just out of sheer desire. The fact that Nate is just as excited about this as him makes him even more excited and frantic. Fuck, he can feel his heart thumping against his mouth there on his neck.

The question makes him whimper a bit. Because, first of all-- hot as hell. Second, he really is. Wade is a force of nature, and he's been trying like hell to keep it locked in. To keep Cable happy, to make it so the other mutants didn't kick his ass out of the mansion, to be sure that his universe could be saved, all of it.]

It is really fucking exhausting, it's true.

[He tugs Nate backward in the direction of where he can see a bed. No more hesitation. There's no telling where his head would be at when his dick is no longer talking, but for now he's only thinking about how good it feels to have Nate pressed against him and fondling his cock.]

( The more he thinks about it, the more likely he is to fumble it all, so. He chooses to not think about any of this. Which, ironic for a telepath, but. The buzz he still has going helps in forgetting this is his first experience with a guy and he just... goes with it — follows after that eager desire felt between them not only physically but telepathically as well. Wade's mind seems to be a mess from what he's said — he'd had a difficult time picking up much from him back at the bar, but here, it's a little easier. For a couple reasons, one being hard against his fingers.

The bed's about a double— maybe queen from the looks of it and Nate, jacket already off, bunches the front of Wade's shirt and pushes it up and off the other. So long NSYNC band shirt, dropped wherever on their way to the bedroom. At the bed, he grasps the other's face between hands and kisses him hard, strands of white hair tickling some before he pulls back some to flick them out of the way, blue eyes blown in a way that's because of the double desire he can feel between them. His own cock strains against the front of his pants, a lazy flick of his mind undoing the front of them to make it a little easier for both of them while hands caress down the curve of Wade's neck, nosing at him with eager little sounds on his lips.

This doesn't have to mean anything for either of them and, maybe when he's not so buzzed from both the alcohol and everything he's feeling between the both of them, he'll come to see that, in so many areas of his life, people are drawn to him as a means to use him. Be it for his powers, as a job, to be a distraction, or whatever else. So much of his life so far has been others seeking him for something and it'll leave him wondering if anything real actually exists for him.

Not right now though. Right now, his heart beats hard in his chest and he smiles some there against the other's lips. )

Think we can find a better way to exhaust ourselves, yeah?

[He's no idea that Nate's peaking in his mind, not that there's much to see right now other than, want, need, and right now. Wade pushes down Nate's pants the rest of the way and whatever may be underneath. Everyone wants something. It's just a matter of if it's something you want to be wanted for.

Wade for his part, isn't so picky. He just wants to be wanted because so few people actually do. He's incredibly broken and lonely. And he knows it. A little shimmy of his hips and his already loose shorts fall down to his ankles, and he falls backward onto the bed and brings Nate with him, angling to have Nate land straddling him.] I like the way you think.

[Nate is most assuredly going to be worn out long before Wade will, but he's fine with that.]

( So yes. Absolutely this is happening. Again, not planned, but not something he's about to stop either.

The smile he wears is a bit on the cheeky side both at Wade's words and the helping of clothing removal. Currently, it's just his lower half that's free and, ordinarily, maybe he should feel some sort of way about being half-naked with Wade Wilson all of people, but. No time for that. Not when both their cocks are hard, eager, and gently bumping against each other with the sudden movement to the bed happening. He follows down, breath on his lips, straddling his lap like he wants. There's a soft hitch in that breath of his — hands clutching the sheets around Wade as he leans over him and just... stares down to him with those bright, blown blue eyes of his, strands of hair framing his face.

This is the part where his mind gently catches up to all of this and the whole he's never done this with a guy before part. Hopefully Wade has because he might need a bit of leading here. )

What else do you like?

( What— how does he want this to go? Or do they just fall into the intoxication of this moment and how heated it feels between them... a feeling that he telepathically presses against Wade's mind. A sort of double shot of his own want and need coupled with what Nate's feeling as well.

Intoxicating is definitely the word for it. Welcome to what Nate feels. )

[Par for the course with Wade. Random shit happening with absolutely no solid plan guiding him there. At least this one doesn't seem to be ending with him getting blown up or ripped in half. Although the night is still young.

He suspects maybe that Nate's never done this before, but they'll get there. It's unfortunate that he didn't have any lube, but they'll make do. Or they wouldn't and this would be going very, very wrong.]

Mmm, I like-- [He reaches up to tug off Nate's shirt so that he's no longer Donald Ducking it and is as naked as he is.] I like this view. Holy fuck, you are a smoke show, has anyone ever told you that?

[Wade just stares at Nate, his soft skin, hard cock, hair doing whatever it liked in his face. It's a stark comparison to the mottled, bumpy skin now pressed against him. There's not an inch of Wade that isn't scarred, even his cock. There's a beginning flash of self-hatred there that doesn't last long before his eyes glaze over when Nate presses that feeling into his brain. It's almost like he's got vertigo from the overload of feeling-- head falling back against the cushion as he attempts to steady himself, hands starting to roam Nate's chest and nails over abs, then he grabs both of their cocks together with one hand, taking a moment to spit into the other hand not currently clutching them before taking hold of them with both to stroke them.] I like this. Feeling you against me. Whatever you're doing.

[Because he knows he's doing something.]

What about you... do you know what you like? How's this?

( Wade's appearance doesn't bother him in the least and he gently wishes it didn't bother him, because he felt that bit of self-hatred, fleeting as it was, and he feels sad to know he feels that way. On the other hand, he's aware he's attractive, conceited as he knows it is, even if his clothing options are something a bit hit or miss, but. He's aware. He just hadn't thought he'd be considered such a thing among guys, but. With his being here on Etraya, there's a lot of things he's coming to learn and experience.

And he'll most definitely be coming and experiencing something new tonight, it seems. Especially later when he starts to wonder if he's actually into guys himself or if Wade Deadpool Wilson is just an exception there. He's never really had time to think about his sexuality and what he does or doesn't like in terms of personal preference. He's just sort of... winged it, really. Both back on Earth and a little here on Etraya.

Just as he's about to wing this... unless he downloads it from Wade's mind with how to go about this... it's a possibility.

But that's all ignored in favor of the way Wade suddenly touches him — the way that hand strokes both their cocks together and his breath is hitching again, fingers twisting in the sheets around them as his head hangs there between his shoulders. It takes him a second but the sound that leaves him is one wrapped up in a heavy desire and insatiable need for more of whatever this all is. It doesn't help that he's absorbing what Wade is feeling and he throws it back to him telepathically to feel the way he's making him feel. a never ending loop of horny. )

Yeah... yeah that's good.

( His head swims with the double shot of pleasure filling his senses and he's letting go of the sheets around them to drop hands to Wade's shoulders instead, instinctively rocking against that lap and into that hand a little. )

What do you need? I can find it with my mind.

( While he's able to before he sinks into this sea of lust. The thing that's unfortunate for them to not have. The lube. )

[It's likely it will never not bother him, although the extent of his self-loathing might ebb and flow along a sliding scale. Meanwhile, Wade could find nearly anyone else aside from himself attractive in their respective ways. No harsher critic than yourself, huh?

Still stroking both of them and getting drunk off the overwhelming feeling that Nate is pumping into his brain, Wade struggles to form a coherent thought to break through the fog. Right. That is a thing they need. Thanks, bracket text.] L-Lube? Something oily? My spit is only going to go so far.

[He's made do with worse, but they should probably do this properly, so Nate doesn't swear off doing it ever again.]

( Something oily. Right. Just… give him a second or two.

Eyes fall shut with a soft little hum on his lips as he gently keeps rocking himself against that lap. Really, it’s more his body falling into a sort of instinct he didn’t even know he had than actively doing it himself, but. Hey. He’s learning all sorts of things about himself here. On Wade’s lap. With his cock rubbing against the other man’s. Yeah. But eyes are shut and he scans his mind across Etraya looking for something oily.

Heart pounding, mouth becoming a little dry, he cocks his head to the side some — fingers digging rough into the shoulders they hold to and then… got it. In a matter of moments, a bottle flies in from the window they’d come through and drifts into the bedroom with them. Floating there above Wade, a bottle of coconut oil.

Straightening himself up some on that lap, eyes lazily open and he looks to the bottle there before looking back down to Wade. )

Will this do?

Damn. You're a like a sexy InstaCart. [Wade laughs, the sound a little breathy as he reaches to snatch the bottle from the air, to pop it open. Hopefully they didn't just ruin someone else's night. Not that Wade cares too much. Still gripping them with one hand, he moves the bottle to drip a generous amount of oil on both their dicks, pumping his hand roughly, groaning under his breath.]

I'll definitely be giving you a generous tip. [Dumb joke. But that's what you get when you decide to fuck Wade Wilson, Nate.]

( Judging from the way Wade goes and uses it there on both their cocks, yeah. He figures that'll do just fine.

Blue eyes fall shut — mouth hanging open — fingers squeezing at scarred shoulders. He gets the dumb joke and even chuckles a little breathlessly at it. Eyes fluttering open, he looks down to the other mutant beneath him and takes a moment to swallow. )

You want me to ride you, right?

( That's what this is getting at, isn't it? )

[Wade's not really a planner, he just falls face or ass first into everything. The question makes his cock pulse against Nate's in his hand.] That's one way.

Or you can get on your hands and knees. But this way you can decide how fast we go... [So maybe in that way it's slightly better. A now oiled finger gives Nate a little reach around, prodding until he finds his hole, pressing against it teasingly.] Unless you want to fuck me? I'm not that particular.

( The gasp that leaves him when that finger finds him is both soft and surprised, hips rocking forward without so much as a second thought. Head hanging between his shoulders, he looks down to Wade through his curtain of hair around his face. )

What's hotter for you?

( A breath, he adds: )

I can lessen the pain for myself. Telepath, remember?

You on top... that's hotter. [Although, Wade can't help but notice that it's all about what he wants and not what Nate wants. Which is fine, Wade is a selfish fuck, but it is curious. Maybe it's just because Nate doesn't know, but hopefully he'll coax an opinion out of him if they do this again.

Look at him, already acting like this is going to become a thing. Wade leans up to kiss him, pressing that finger a bit more firmly until it finally slips inside to the knuckle, teasing and prodding, and then he presses deeper still.] It won't be all pain though, I hope? If it is, I'm really doing something wrong.

( The sound that leaves him is a soft gasp against those lips there and he grips the curve of Wade's neck with a hand, brow pressing to his. Eyes are squeezed shut — his mind gently working to disable the discomfort he feels to the point of it being a little more bearable. He doesn't want to completely take it away. He wants to know what it feels like, just... not as bad. )

Definitely won't make me want to be on your lap again.

( Words wrapped within a soft chuckle, he nudges his brow to Wade's and presses both hands now to the slope of the other's neck, smile soft and warm. )

How about this? Me on top for a bit, then you flip me over and watch me take it from behind. That sound hot to you?

( There. Compromise. Both can get a little bit of what they want. )

Jesus-- [Wade feels utterly transfixed now, with the way Nate clings to him, nudges his face to his. He shudders, gaze meeting Nate's like he can't entirely believe this is happening, despite being well into it at this point. Anyone fucking him ever is a baffling mystery that he's forever grateful for and that's not likely to ever change.

The offer makes him dive that finger even deeper and slide in another a bit more aggressively now.] You drive a hard bargain. But you've got yourself a deal.

[Fingers slipping out, he reaches for Nate's muscular hips to urge him upward, gripping his own cock to get a good position.] Come on then... take a seat.

( The fact that Wade seems to like his suggestion... well. It certainly gets that smile of his to bubble more with warmth there against Wade's mouth and he noses at him, stealing a quick but soft kiss. When they'd first met here in Etraya— on Aphaia, he hadn't ever thought they would end up like this. That Wade would be someone who feels so normal despite his chaos and he doesn't know quite what to make of that... make of him... and how he gives him that semblance of normal.

He appreciates him for that.

Just as he appreciates the way he makes sure to get him as ready as he'll ever be for this.

Lips press to Wade's — a moan spilling into his mouth at that finger and when it leaves, and when he's asked to take a seat there on that hard cock of his, Nate just grins a little around the way he bites his bottom lip and shifts then with a soft breath. His mind is ready to dampen whatever discomfort might wrack his body and the moment he feels the head of that cock press against him, his breath hitches — hands holding tight to Wade's neck. )

I'll let you feel how good it is in a bit.

( Once they're past all this... awkward getting into it part... once he starts to [hopefully] feel how good it can be to have sex like this. With a guy. Taking his cock. Which he slowly starts to do as he eases himself onto it, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to bite back the sound that wants to leave him. )

[Hopefully he likes it or this might get pretty terrible fast. It'll be an adjustment, naturally. Wade slowly presses his cock against Nate's hole watching his face the entire time. Letting out low groan as he manages to get the head of his cock pressed inside it takes everything he's got not to simple force himself the rest of the way in, so fucking turned on he's buzzing.]

I do want to feel that... [Like getting the best of both worlds. He gets a bit further still and then again some more.]

( Once he's able to, he'll telepathically push everything he's feeling into Wade and he'll... feel what it's like to be fucked by himself. Might be a little trippy to experience, but. Hey. Somehow he gets the feeling the other will be into it, so.

He gives himself another couple moments — pauses every now and then to just have a second to adjust — lets himself feel it out with having Wade's cock inside him like he does, but. After a bit of the awkward game of stop and go, he finally lets himself sink down onto that hard cock he's taking, pulls himself up some, then takes it back in with a low groan against the other man's mouth. It helps that he's dampening the pain from being stretched like he is, but not enough to completely rid himself of it; he wants to experience his first time with Wade after all.

Hands cradling the curve of that neck they hold to, he starts to ride Wade with slow but steady rocks, getting used to feeling — in having a guy's cock inside him — while letting himself be stretched a little more with every thrust of that cock he takes. Swallowing, he presses his brow to Wade's again, eyes closed, lips parting. )

Is it corny of me to say you feel really big inside me?

Well, it is sexier than you saying that it makes you feel like you're taking a massive shit.

[Wade. You really are you're own worst enemy. Why anyone's ever fucked you ever is a goddamn mystery. Provided Nate doesn't climb off him right then and leave this questionable decision in the dust where it belongs, Wade will kiss him as he thrusts his hips upward with a bit more force before matching the pace Nate sets.

His eyes flutter shut, fingers digging a bit deeper into the flesh of Nate's hips. It feels good, physically, that goes without saying but fuck does it feel good to have someone close like this again-- someone to be close to. Even if maybe it doesn't mean anything afterward. Even if it's fleeting.]

( That's what people do with sex [here] isn't it? Doesn't mean anything. For him, it's difficult to really understand, given the fact that anyone he's slept with, he's liked in some way. He's not... entirely sure how he feels about it, but. Right now, this is the two of them making a questionable decision after having had a few drinks together. So it's best not to think about it too much, even if he catches sight of that blue and yellow friendship bracelet there on his wrist.

He rocks his hips to match Wade's pace there — gives him a look for that comment made, then moans against his lips as they're lost in another kiss and he's starting to get the hang of this feeling. )

Turn me around and fuck me. See how good it feels to take your cock.

( Because, yes. He intends to have Wade feel that. )

[If that's what people do here, Wade's got no idea. He's not running around fucking a lot of people. If he could? Sure, he might be laying pipe like a goddamn plumber. Who's to say for sure?

He's clinging to Nate as he's sat there riding him, and Wade's brain is swimming with lust, attraction, and awe. Nate's words nearly make him choke, fingers digging into his hips and thrusting just a bit deeper with an eager growl.]

Fuck. That's the hottest thing anyone's ever said to me. [Shuddering once, Wade moves in a flash, lifting them both, groaning as his cock leaves Nate's ass-- but it's not gone for long. Just long enough to get Nate on his hands and knees, and Wade's hopping behind him like the horny fucking rabbit he is and slamming right back into his still gapping hole.

The moment he starts to feel it too, it will take everything he has not to come immediately with the wild, erratic way he starts to mount him.]

( If it is, he's going to have to surprise the other more in the future. Provided this happens again, that is. Again, things he's not really letting himself think about too much at the moment. Not when he's taking cock like he is.

The moment he's turned around, he groans at the loss of the other man inside him despite how uncomfortable it had started off initially. But when Wade finds his way back inside him and buries that cock of his nice and deep, the sound that leaves the younger mutant is one that's loud and lewd and he can't even begin to find it within him to care. Head hanging there between his shoulders, fingers twist themselves up in the sheets as he takes the other's cock over and over again, letting his mind pull on the threads of pleasure unraveling within him from the hard and dirty sex they've managed to get themselves into now and pushing them into Wade's mind to feel what it's like to be fucked by him like this.

It's a bit of double pleasure there for Wade now. His own from being inside Nate and the pleasure Nate feels from taking his cock as roughly as he is. )

[Wade nearly doubles over, falling forward against Nate's back as he feels the full brunt of it. It's breaking his already cluttered brain-- feeling both sides, both fucking and getting fucked. The feel of Nate tight around his cock and the girth of his slamming inside himself.] Guh. Fuh. Trip--trippy.

[Once he's recovered, he's back at it, taking Nate and himself nearing orgasm. Or is it Nate who's close? Fuck, he's no idea, but he likes it!]

( Well. Seems like he was right? Wade is definitely into it and from the way he slams him into more erratically from the behind, he can't exactly say he's not into it either. Especially if it gets Wade going like that.

Fingers twist up in the sheets — eyes shut tight and mouth hanging open. His head hangs between his shoulders — arms ready to give out on him and he feels both their approaching orgasms rubbing against his mind. It's done in a way that makes it so intoxicating, he wonders why he ever bothered with those drinks earlier on in the first place. This right here... this is exactly what he needs to take his mind off everything.

He drops down onto his elbows, teeth sinking into his bottom lip and he holds out for just a little longer before he's finally giving in and, in doing so, the whole room practically shakes as he comes — disgustingly loud groan of ecstasy there on his lips as he does. )

[The feeling of Nate's orgasm in his own brain makes his own rip right out of Wade, spilling inside him with a few uneven and almost panicked thrusts before he falls off to the side with another small squirt of cum out of his cock as he flops to the bed beside Nate.] Fu-Fu-uuuck me.

That was batshit insane. [His brain feels like jelly. And less of a mess than usual because all that's there right now is pleasure and aftershocks. There's none of the constant pain, the disjointed thoughts. Nothing. But--] Wanna go again?

[Having a non-existant refractory period can be a problem.]

( One day, he'll be able to use his mind to heal himself up. That day, however, is not today and when Wade goes and asks if he wants to go another round, all he can do is let out of a puff of warm laughter there as he drops to his side, facing the other mutant. )

You really can go all night, huh?

( It's said through a huff of amusement and he takes a second to catch his breath there a little more properly before he's pushing himself up to rest there against his arm. Fingers pushing those bangs out of his face, he gives himself a moment to really look over the other and there's... nothing but appreciation there in his expression. )

Give me an hour and we can.

[Wade turns to look at Nate from his spot on the bed, grinning-- although he does spar a moment to appreciate the view, especially the way the light from the window cascade's over his ass before returning to his face. The look he finds there, softens his own grin. It's nice.]

Okay. I'll hold you to that. [Or he'll fall asleep. Either or. He shifts closer.] What did you want to do in the meantime?

( A lazy little shrug, he drops his cheek into the palm of his hand, watching the other mutant there scoot in closer. )

I don't know. What do you usually do after you fuck a guy face first almost into the bed?

I dunno. Snuggle, maybe? [He holds out an arm, wriggling his fingers to try and coax Nate to move forward and into it.]

( Blue eyes blink at that because... oh. He didn't think Wade would want that? But, he's not about to deny him it, so. With a soft chuckle there at the way he wiggles those fingers to coax him in, he grunts a little playfully as he scoots himself on over into that arm and drops himself back to the bed there on his side, hand gently walking fingers along the center of Wade's chest. )

How's that?

[Clearly he's got a lot to learn about Wade, because this is 100% the kind of thing the touch starved idiot would want. Both arms slide around him, pulling him closer, burying his face into Nate's neck, contenting himself with the closeness.

It didn't matter that they were both sweaty as fuck and the entire room reeked of sex.] Perfect.

( The smile he wears is a soft one as he settles in there against the other mutant and his cheek comes to press some against Wade's head, fingers slowly and gently drawing lazy patterns across his chest. )

You know... this could sort of be some sort of secret spot. If we ever do this again, I mean. ( At that, he chuckles softly. ) Back at the mansion it's just... crowded.

( For a telepath and all. )

[He lets out a content sigh as Nate's fingers graze his scarred skin, eyes closing a bit as he nuzzles his face in deeper with a little wiggle.]

Yeah? We could do that. It could be... our Secret Sex Lair? Our Fuck Palace? Our Fortress of Sex Solitude? [Wade wonders if he's suggesting it out of an embarrassment of anyone knowing. He's got his own reservations that involve Cable blowing his head off with a huge gun, but that's a little different. Complicated. It didn't matter the reasons, anyway. He needed this just as much as Nate seems to.]

Or some place to just get away from everyone else?

( Tipping his head back, he taps at his temple. )

Telepath, remember?

( Fingers slipping away from his temple, he brushes them over Wade’s head with the sensation of running through his hair pushed at the forefront of the other’s mind, like he’d done before. )

Plus, I don’t know how Cable would feel about you hooking up with his little brother.

[Wade reacts the same way as before, a small gasp, eye shutting tighter as he follows up the gasp with a groan. The feeling almost makes him want to sob.]

Angry. Pissed. Would probably want to shoot me in the head. Maybe a large knife to the dick for good measure... [He shrugs, trying not to think about it too much longer. Because whatever this is, it doesn't feel like a mistake.] What's it like? Having everyone's thoughts trying to rattle around in your head?

Annoying.

( The reply comes quick and soft, fingers stroking down to brush across Wade’s brow instead, blue eyes watching him. )

But it’s more like white noise, too. Once I get a better control on it all. It’s sometimes too quiet without having that going on in the background.

( Fingers pausing there at Wade’s brow, he smiles gently to him. )

It’s why being around you is… nice. Well, one of the reasons anyways.

[There's a soft laugh against Nate's neck.] Most people find me annoying, so that is kind of ironic.

[Most of his friends are ones that he's worn down in some kind of strange Stockholm Syndrome, since he's just so damn persistent. He squeezes his arms tighter around Nate.]

At least my broken brain is good for something, eh?

I guess I find you more strange than annoying.

( It’s gently said with a warm smile softly there on his lips, both at his words and the way Wade squeezes him close against him, wrapping him up in a strange little warmth felt between the two of them. )

You weren’t so bad for a first time, you know.

I'll take it. [Strange he can work with. His fingers move idly along Nate's back, letting his index and middle fingers move like they are walking along his shoulder blades.]

Yeah? [He perks up, pleased, pulling back to meet Nate's face.] You, uh, feeling okay? Not like super sore or anything?

[Wade got a little nuts at the end there, he realizes now. So hopefully he didn't hurt him.]

I'll probably feel it tomorrow. ( He shrugs, laying back some to meet Wade's gaze there. ) I blocked most of the pain with my mind. Telepath, remember?

( At that, he leans in — noses at Wade briefly then steals a sweet kiss from his lips. )

It's ok. It's worth it for how good it ended up feeling.

Is that a thing telepaths can do? Huh. [He mumbles against lips as Nate kisses him.] Learn something new every day.

[Wade looks content. More than he's been in a while. This is nice. Just something sweet and cute and not about the end of the gooddamn fucking world for once.] Well, good. I'm glad. I thought it felt pretty fucking good, too. Especially that... thing you did.

[The telepath mind thing. Full of useful tricks.]

( Smiling some, he stretches his arms above his head then and settles back a little more comfortably against the bed, looking over to Wade with a smile. )

Your mind's a little messy from what I can tell, so I'd rather push things into it, than try and pull them out.

( Hence the whole letting him feel that double shot of pleasure. )

But I'm glad you liked it. Kind of thought you would. Seemed like something you'd be into.

(Usually, this would be telepathy, but remember how she hates Wade's brain? Yyyyyeah.)

mister wade wilson.

how about a party?

[if she'd not typed out his name, he'd think this was sent in error.]

really?
what kind of party???

the stupid, drinking game kind.

doing a barbecue is soooooo a few months ago.

right, right. totally.
fuck BBQ.
especially brisket.
no one wants you. they want the ribs and they're just being fucking polite.

but drinking games?
i might have something of an unfair advantage, considering.

i'm still definitely there, but just saying.

how dare u i love bbq
and brisket if you know how to do it is the shit
there's this place at home? sells wagyu brisket. im literally drooling just with the thought

(And it's also like, $300, but listen.)

i mean yeah
for sure you do
still though

i was just screwing around
but fuck me. WAGYU brisket!?!
what in the gentrified bbq

i said i was in.
surprised you'd invite me.
but this place is full of surprises i guess.

it's the best thing since the wheel.
it's just
beautiful.

oh.
why? i don't dislike you or anything?

nah it's just never not going to be weird that x-men types seem to want me around at all in this place.
only colossus, ntw, and yukio give me the time of day in mine.
and logan but we went through the shit together

nah. far as i'm concerned, you okay. really fucking weird, but okay.
our version of you even helped out esme once. uh, my evil twin
and i think he helped us out when we were going through the latest mutant massacre if i remember correctly

so i think you deserve a little grace
sue me

i'm all too happy to benefit from another deadpool's work.

and while im not sure my lawyer would take the case maybe i should sue you because you're apparently fucking loaded.
what pairs best with wagyu brisket?
lobster mac & cheese sprinkled with gold leaf or saffron coleslaw seasoned with endangered baby seal tears?

as i would if i were you.

and i am fucking loaded.
apparently, emma frost doesn't seem to exist in your world
that'd explain like a fuckton

also yeah the latter along a whiff of male despair on the rim of the most expensive wine in the house. duh.

she existed, but the acting was a little lackluster.
and she died off-screen.

[sorry january jones, but that was not the role for you, babe.]

ah, right of course. get me the name of your sommelier will you?

??? ok
what

well i'm her clone. she's pretty much adopted us so you can imagine what comes from it

mmm no, it's an acquired skill, wade. you gotta go collect it yourself. they just do presentation.

sorry? was that callous?
i don't really think before i speak.
but pretty sure she's dead in my timeline although you know how it goes that shit never stays permanent.

ugh sounds like too much work.

no i just didn't get what you mean lmao
eh it's fine. who hasn't been dead

not if you're good at it

still waiting for my turn.
i'm sure yours has gotten to shoot his shot a few times by now.
i'm still a baby.

[A baby in his late forties.]

i once ate a burrito out of the trash.
but it was still good!

i'm not a deadpool connoisseur. might want to ask the others

... wade. no. -10 points

( gently backdated a little. )

Cable's gone. In case you thought he was avoiding you.

I did wonder.

[Part of him suspected, but he'd not wanted to admit it to himself.]

Thanks.
For letting me know.
You doing okay?

( it's one of the things that sucks about being a telepath: feeling when others disappear. )

Yeah. I just wanted to let you know. I know you were friends and all.

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And he was just starting to warm up to Mary Puppins too.
Hopefully I'll see him again...
With how he hops through time and all, I can't be sure.

[And he'd not been in DP3 and wasn't likely to be in any sequels... unless he's recast? Maybe it'll be someone taller? Wouldn't be the same.]

You'll see him again.

( he can't tell him that for sure, but. he can hope for him. )

I love the optimism.
Would be a shame if I never saw him and his dumb fanny pack again.

You will. Him and the fanny pack.

And you will too.
Or a version of him, probably?

We should probably check on Hope.

I'll let her know.

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