Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Saturday Afternoon

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So, it was snowing.

Hells to the yeah. That meant a snow day from going out and doin' crap like shopping or--shopping. Look, Deadpool really didn't like shopping.

This now meant that Nate wasn't gonna be goin' to work either. Instead he was being used like a pillow slash personal heater on the couch. He was going to enjoy the damn snuggling and take it like a man, okay?

"Just lay back and think of Providence," Deadpool suggested, settling for the fiftieth show on home improvement of the morning.

[[For that guy who is modded there.]]

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At least the boot wasn't actually aimed at Wade, just at the space beside the bed somewhat near Wade. "I got it," Nate assured him, removing his other boot, then his belt, and with a fwumph he flopped onto the bed.

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"Aw, c'mon. I gotta have a lil' fun here, man. I just spent the day snugglin' you. I deserve some dirty times."

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"That wasn't my idea," Nate pointed out, stretching out. He patted Wade's leg with one hand, pulling down his pants with the other.

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"You were beggin' for it!" Wade countered, stretching out in a vaguely sexual way. "With your eyes."

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"You wanted something warm to sleep on," Nate said, kicking his pants to the floor before he stretched further along Wade's body.

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"...yeah, aaaaaand?" Wade asked, snagging Nate by the back of his neck for a kiss.

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"Just correcting assumptions."

He kissed back, bracing himself on the bed with his hands.

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"Aren'tcha glad you didn't run off into the future to beat up space sharks?" Wade asked, doing the clever thing and wrapping his legs around Nate's hips like a clingly koala bear.

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"Space sharks...?"

That was probably one of those things Nate shouldn't ask.

He reached between them to stroke Wade just once. Tease.

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"...Jumpin' that shark," Wade replied, closing his eyes and grinning like a loon. "Do that again or I'll hafta get some canon catch up time."

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"Right..." Nate mouthed at a scar on the edge of Wade's jaw, skimming his stomach with his knuckles for a moment or two before he actually bothered to curl his hand around Wade in earnest.

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"I'm gettin' mad play back home," Wade reminded him. "New, less crappy, Wolvie here. It's that Ryan Reynolds crap."

A beat.

"And Fabes."

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Yeah, not asking would be key here, Nate was getting the feeling.

So he did the sensible thing and bit down lightly on the side of Wade's throat, stroking idly. "So do something."

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"...okaie-dokie." That would be when Wade was gonna be all proactive and shove Nate over onto his back.

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Nate went along with it, letting go of Wade because he wasn't in any rush to figure out if he could regrow that, stretching his arms out as he hit the mattress.

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"Laaaazy mutant," Wade cooed like he was trying to be a 50's sex kitten. "Whatcha wanna do?"

The kissing his way down Nate's chest might be a hint at what Wade was up for.

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The sex kitten act meant looking faintly amused, but that wasn't exactly something Nate was unused to in bed. These days. "Where you're going looks good," he said, stretching his back out until it popped. Helping out, here.

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Suuuuuure he was.

"Well, how will I know if you don't say it?" Wade asked, resting his chin on Nate's hipbone.

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Nate squinted down at him. So they were playing that game. "Guess?" he offered.

Like he'd give in so soon.

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"I don't think 'guess' is a sexual position. Unless the future is more fucked up than I first thought."

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Nate shot him a dry look. "Wade..."

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"Nate."

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Nate's eyebrows went up.

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Wade tilted his head tot he side to rest his cheek on Nate's thigh. "Yeeeeees?"

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Mean.

"Wade," he said again, "Come on."

Certain pieces of anatomy were getting all interested.