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[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!]

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