[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.