fourthwalled | Etraya IC Inbox

( 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?

Etraya IC Inbox

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

slaps a nsfw on this ig

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject