Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Saturday Afternoon

[mouthy_merc]

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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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.

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"Saaay iiiit," Wade sang.

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Nate shot him another unamused look, and shifted his hips. Pointedly.

Battle of wills, here.

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Hey, Wade could wait for aaaages. "You know you wanna."

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With a groan, Nate let his head flop back. "Wade," he said, finally, "Suck me off." Already.

No, he wasn't going to be nice about it.

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"Awww, you're so romantic," Wade replied with a wide grin. Hey, he totally won that. VICTORY WAS HIS.

And then grabbed hold of Nate's length to do as requested. Not without doing some more teasing the tip with his tongue, mind. Because he could. Deal with it.

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Sexual camel, blah blah blah...

Nate's eyes fixed on the ceiling for a second. He sighed at the contact, one hand wandering down towards Wade's shoulders. Not enough, no.

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Hey, some people enjoyed a lil' foreplay, you know.

Wade hummed the theme from Three's Company as he slid his lips down just a bit further.