Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Thursday Evening

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Deadpool had plans and ideas and... okay, he was just really, really in need of sex. Despite having only done that the whole time he was with Nate yesterday. But it was making him try to do stuff with OTHER people now.

Cute, blond, legs and ass and...

A certain mutant messiah to get his ass home NOW. Because now he was ordering porn on the man's cable and that would only end in tears.

"Oooo! Lord of the G-strings!"

[[For that guy! SP is the name of the game.]]

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Nate was capable of channelling most of his frustration. It was necessary, if you wanted to keep a cool head in battle - or take care of a small child who got increasingly more frustrating as she grew tired. By the time he was pushing open the door to his apartment, she had turned into a little heap of drowsy girl and it wouldn't be long--

"Wade?"

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"Is she asleep?" Wade asked, very kindly keeping a pillow in his lap. Because kids don't need to see anything like that ever.

He'd even changed the channel!

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"Almost," Nate told him. He didn't need the hint to know that he needed to head into her room as soon as possible. The almost-napping girl clung to his shoulder the whole while. He tucked her in, said goodnight, and walked back into the living room.

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Wade was already throwing a bottle of lube at his head, more than a little antsy. "I really, really, really need a lil' sugar, baby."

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Nate caught it, of course. Spending any amount of time with Deadpool (or Dom, for that matter) meant that you could count on a lot of stuff thrown at your head. "Figured," he said, and in a few strides closed the distance between them considerably.

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Struggling out of his shirt, Wade shoved the coffee table away from the couch with his feet. Because he wasn't going to wait for the bedroom and he didn't want to brain himself there.

"Are you going all caveman on me, Nate? Because that's kinda hot--Weird! Weird!"

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"I could head out to light a few candles first, if you'd like," Nate shot back, tugging his own shirt over his head before he got there.

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"Less talky, more fucky!" Wade shot back, wriggling out of his pants and boxers.

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"First time I've heard you say that."

Which wasn't stopping Nate from doing much the same with his own pants. And his briefs. He kicked them somewhere past the couch. Deal with that in the morning.

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"I don't feel very sexy," Wade replied in a sing song. Actually he did. As evident from BEING HARD ALL DAY. "C'mon c'mon! I need it."

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"Hate to disappoint," Nate mused, moving his body on in on Wade's. He was going for a kiss, his hand already travelling to his side to yank him closer.

Just because he could surpress the urge didn't mean he always had to.

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Wade wrapped his legs around Nate's waist, pulling him down for a kiss. "I got bored waiting, so... I think we may be good to go whenever you are."

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"Good to know."

First, though, he was going to kiss Wade back hard, let his fingers travel down his thigh in as much as he could while he was still holding the bottle in his metal hand.

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"What part of need this didja not get?" Wade asked, racking his fingers through Nate's hair and down his chest.

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"I got it all," Nate assured him, taking another moment to appreciate Wade's thighs and the texture of them before bypassing it all to go for Wade's dick.

Time for slow, later. Right now he figured Wade would appreciate some directness.

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A lil', yes!

Wade arched his back, trying to find a comfortable position when he was on the couch and had someone who may be part giant was over him. "C'mon c'mon!"

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He picked up some fast strokes on Wade's dick to keep him occupied - his other hand was a little busy popping off the cap of the bottle. "On it."

He probably thought he was funny.

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"I will shoot you when this is all over," Wade informed him.

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"We'll see about that."

He let go of Wade's dick, partly to slick his fingers, partly to slide down so he could take it into his mouth and-- get Wade a little relief while they were at it.

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"OhsweetbabyOprah,that'swhat'mtalkin'about," Wade managed in all of one gasp.

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At least that answered the Miss me? question.

He bobbed his head down in rhythm with little interest for finesse at the moment, far more interested in pressing his finger against Wade's ass, focusing his attention there.

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"I could do this forever right now. You have---great mouth. Taking my witty. Damn you!" Wade whined, rocking his hips back and forth helpfully.

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Very helpfully. If you anticipated on it, which Nate was forced to do, back and forth-- he brushed against the couch himself and all right, no need to surpress.

He pressed a finger in with little demand just yet.

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"You're a damn tease, you know that," Wade gasped, pressing back on the finger to find that fun spot.

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If Wade expected any verbal reply... a hum was all he got, and a curl of Nate's finger to get this just-- right.