( 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 β 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 β 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 doubleβ 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?
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The bed's about a doubleβ 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?