Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Monday Morning

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After having a very busy day yesterday with being pretty--oh so pretty--Deadpool had been very glad to flop over and sleep. In someone else's bed.

Details, details.

It's not like Nate took up the whole thing. Most of the time.

Shut up, he could cling in order to find a spot to sleep. "Nate? I think I'm still pretty," He said in lieu of a good morning.

[[For the person in beeed

...and going NWS. LA.]]

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Wade put his unoccupied hand on his stomach to pat him in a way that was completely not annoying. Or in the same tune as La Cucaracha. "So! What should we do this morning? Breakfast? Trying to stab each other..."

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"We can do breakfast later."

And then, in a stunning display of the kind of stuff you only heard coming out of Nathan Summers in the bedroom,

"Right now we're naked."

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Wade shifted to look down at himself. "I think I'm still wearing boxers, but sure. You know, it wouldn't kill you to say 'Let's have sex, Wade!'" A beat. "Well, maybe not with that exclamation point, but it still stands."

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"Too poetic?"

Nate seemed to consider that.

"Take off your boxers and let's have sex," he said, easily. Maybe a little amused. Mostly a little heavy in the lower areas.

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"Awww, you say the sweetest things," Wade cooed, crawling on up to straddle Nate's hips, hands on the bed by his head to support himself.

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"You asked," Nate pointed out, sensibly.

Then pulled him on down while he leaned up.

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"And then I said you did it well," Wade insisted, kissing him soundly once he was done talking. And then starting the talking again, of course. "But maybe it would help if we watched porn. You know, a lil' Debbie Does Dallas to get the creativity flowing."

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"You want us to watch porn...?" Nate asked, blinking. His hands were busy pushing Wade's boxers down his hips by the back.

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"...maybe?"

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Another pause.

"...Right now?"

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That got Wade to pause in his searching under the pillows for that happy lil' tube they needed. "...do you have some here?"

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"No," Nate said, taking the opportunity for a civil grope of Wade's ass, "That would've been my next statement."

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"You have a computer, I'm sure you could find something to your tastes," Wade informed him, fingers finally closing around the lubricant.

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"Do you really want me to get up and find my computer right now...?"

He slid his hand down Wade's thigh. It was different without the scars, but that was just aesthetic differences.

On his side of things, at least. He still wasn't sure how this was going to work out for Wade.

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"Well, you do have telekinesis still." Sure, be logical. "Speaking of which. Online smut has informed me this should be kinkier," He said, dropping the lube on Nate's chest.

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"Kinkier?" Nate repeated, letting go of Wade's ass with the metal hand to find the lube on his chest. The weight of him was still warm and... nice.

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"You know, telekinesis, control issues, clones abounds, techno organic tentacles..."

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"I try not to strain my telekinesis too much," Nate said, eying him. Maybe in a little confusion. Help the guy, here.

Of course, while this was going on, he was busy petting up Wade's back along his spine. Barring a lack of bumps and ridges, still the same.

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"You're just lucky I'm not Japanese or a schoolgirl," Wade informed him, moving his hands from the bed to Nate's chest as he sat up a little to help things along.

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"I think I would've noticed by now if you were," Nate told him, dryly.

Rather than pander to the script, he ran his hand down Wade's hip and... curled it around him.

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"Heeey! We need that script! It helps us see where the climax is!" That was horrible.

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"You're losing your touch," Nate said, wryly, and jerked his hand up. His other, metal one slid up Wade's side, counting ribs. So to speak.

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Wade shifted and arched his back to find a comfortable position there. "You don't need all this foreplay, you know. I'mma let you in a lil' secret. This--" He waved one hand lazily between them. "--totally a sure thing."

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"Maybe I like touching you," said Nate.

It wasn't, in fact, the most romantic thing he'd ever said in his life - numbers 1 through 50 belonged firmly in the gently-mocking hands of Aliyah - but at least it was well-meant.

If totally dorky.

Nate didn't mind. He picked a slow rhythm for once.

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"Oh."

Well, crap. Sure made him shut up.