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( 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. )

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