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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"Oooo! That'll be fun. Always wanted a lil' girl on girl action," Wade insisted.

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"If it happens."

He took a hold of the tube on his chest, running his thumb over the top of Wade's dick at the same time.

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"Shhhh. Fantasy fun ti--Imes." That was cruel to do as he was talking. Wade shot him a look, but magnanimously forgave it.

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"I'll stop interrupting you," Nate assured him, popping the bottle open with the use of one hand.

He gave a little twist with the other.

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"Oh, sure. Say that now," Wade replied, shifting again for a better balance on his knees.

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"I do," Nate said, a few counts later, when the edge of the thumb of his metal hand was rubbing against Wade's ass. "Mhm."

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Wade shifted again, this time more just because he could. "C'mon! C'mon c'mon. You're way too slow at this stuff, Nate-o."

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"Or maybe you should try a little patience," he said, amused, giving Wade's dick a harder jerk as he pressed the tip of his thumb in.

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Wade leaned back, glaring at him. "Have you met me?"

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"Yes," Nate countered, squeezing him once, pulling his thumb out, and replacing it with another finger entirely.

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That worked much better!

"Has patience ever been a virtue I've exhibited? Hmmmm?"

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"There's always hoping," Nate said, wryly, pulling his hand off Wade's dick so he could snag his hips. He pressed his finger in deeper, backed by experience by now.

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"Nnnngh!" Oh, he was never gonna get used to that. "Hey, maybe after this we can watch Bravo."

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"I thought you wanted to watch porn," Nate said, pretty sensibly, shifting his angle just-- that bit.

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"We can do both!"

Really, Nate. Cheating was bad. Stoppit.

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Did he really want Nate to stop it?

"Might be a little hard," Nate told him. That wasn't meant as an innuendo. It just really, really sounded like one. He moved his finger again, almost thoughtfully.

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Wade grabbed his shoulders, digging fingers in. "I swear to god, Nate. If you don't add another finger, I will kill you dead so bad you won't come back in a blaze of glory and confusing science."

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"Noted," he said, lifting his chin up to catch Wade's eyes. Yep. The same there.

His next finger pushed up on into tight.

He figured that as long as Wade kept talking, there was work left to be done.