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I’ll Show You Mine If You Show Me Yours (3/3) [Jun. 7th, 2008|12:19 am]
Cable x Deadpool

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Title: I’ll Show You Mine If You Show Me Yours (3/3)
Rating: NC-17 for teh pr0n
Word Count: 2107
Warnings: Pr0n, obviously. And yes, Nate is wearing ‘normal’ clothes. Fff, wardrobe consistency be damned. Also, one use of m*****f**king.

Sorry this is so late...

Part 1
Part 2



Wade doesn’t intend on wasting any time when they get back to Providence. Hell, he had wanted to do this for a long time before yesterday, and one night of rampant sex is not enough by any means to lessen the desire to touch Nate and kiss Nate and feel Nate’s cock in his ass... Mmm, good thoughts. Not that he’s like, really gay or anything, just... Nate is really, really sexy.

They reappear with the usual flash of light blue light, and mild expression of surprise from Wade, because really, he’s never going to get used to that. “Finally! Sex!” Wade says, pushing his mask up over the bridge of his nose. He grabs Nate by the collar of his shirt and drags him forward into a rough and slightly messy kiss. Mmm. Nice. Nate opens his mouth to let his tongue in, and Wade tastes him, something he’s pretty sure he’s not going to get tired of in a hurry. There’s that slight metallic tang that’s just sharp enough to send a shock through his mouth, like licking copper. Not that he goes around licking copper. Because that would be silly. Yes.

Nate pulls back with a slight smile. “Impatient?”

Wade rolls his eyes. “Ya think? Well maybe I need my powers back so I don’t die of cancer, thankyouverymuch.”

“Of course. No other reason at all.” Nate looks smug, so Wade kisses him again. Stupid future-Jesus. If Bea Arthur ever showed up on his doorstep he would drop Priscilla in a second. One. Second. Really, he would.

“So, how d’you use this TK of yours then?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, though it probably isn’t terribly obvious under the mask.

“Hnn?” Nate is actually surprised. Yay! Score one for Wade. “Don’t you think that’s a little ambitious?”

“No.” He presses his mouth to Nate’s neck, tasting T.O. mesh, another thing he’s pretty sure he’ll never get tired of. Very yummy.

Nate groans, low in his throat. “I’m not sure how to explain it. It was always pretty... instinctual.” His breath hitches as Wade’s teeth bite into the metal.

“So...what, I just have to think about touching you... or something?” Wade reckons if it was that easy he would have done it by mistake already.

“Well... yeah.”

“Hmm.” Wade thinks hard. He has a very good imagination. “Anything happening?”

Nate shakes his head, though he looks a little distracted, what with Wade’s hand down the front of his pants. Maybe too distracted. Wade pulls his hand out and thinks harder. There is... something there. And then it clicks, and Nate jerks his hips up as Wade feels himself mentally ghosting along the length of Nate’s cock, and yeah, that’s just plain weird. He smirks. Nate gasps, eyelids flickering, making his glowy eye strobe like some kind of crazy disco ball.

“I could so get used to this,” Wade says, grabbing Nate’s face with both hands and kissing him, teasing with his tongue, letting his mind use the TK to keep up the light ghosting of mental fingers that slide down to tease at Nate’s balls. Oh yeah. He is awesome. Pity he’s gonna have to lose this. Better than nasty motherfucking cancer though.

“Well,” Nate mutters into his mouth, “I’d never thought I would agree with you, but...”

Wade decides this is far too coherent, even coming from control-freak G. I. Jesus. He’s had enough of Nate keeping his cool. If the TK can’t make him loose it, then what the hell use is it anyway? “Shh, Prissy,” he whispers, breaking apart from the kiss long enough to breath – ‘cos he doesn’t have that healing factor right now, can’t stay in it for as long as he usually does – before diving back into it, teeth worrying at Nate’s lip. Time for some multi-tasking. Well, he’s a quick learner.

Nate was right; it is almost instinctual. Once he worked out the ‘trigger’, or whatever the hell it was, things just fell into place, and now all he has to do is think about touching. It’s almost a feedback loop; like having far more than just one pair of hands, all of which can feel as well as his regular ones. He touches Nate everywhere he can think of.

“You’ve so been holding back on me Nate!” he whines, threading fingers of his real hand through coarse military-cut hair, though it’s hard to tell real from TK. “How come you never used the TK on me before?”

Nate doesn’t answer straight away. Wade likes to think it’s because he’s just that good, but probably Prissy’s just thinking. “You only showed you had these kind of feelings for me,” his breath hitches as Wade continues his game of ‘distract Super-Jesus’. “yesterday. That’s not really enough time...”

“It seems like waaaaaay longer.” Wade replies, starting to get bored with foreplay. “Sex time now?” he suggests, unsubtly.

“Will you let me use actual lube this time?” Nate asks, raising a know-it-all eyebrow.

Wade blows a raspberry at him. “Whatever. We can do fucking now, please? You heard the nubile Young Avenger! Repetition time!”

Nate gives something that’s halfway between a sigh and a laugh, and pulls away to fetch the lube.

“And use a condom too,” Wade pokes him in the side. “I’m sure I’ve got all sorts of nasty diseases.” Nate looks at him sceptically.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit late for that?”

“Maybe if you’d worn one the first time we wouldn’t be in this mess,” Wade says, just to be contrary.

Nate can’t hide a little grin. “So if I wear one now, who’s to say we’re going to fix it? Besides, you jumped </i>me</i> in that alleyway.”

“Oh, you just want an excuse to ride me bareback.” He rolls his eyes at him, forgetting he’s still wearing his mask. He pulls it off and tosses it at Nate. “And I can’t help but notice we’re wearing way too many clothes.”

Nate smirks. Wade narrows his eyes and mentally grabs the lube off him, simultaneously latching psychic hands onto his shirt and pulling, which has the welcome double-effect of pulling an unsuspecting Nate towards him, and tearing the material. Nate sighs. “I liked that shirt.”

“Oh come on,” Wade tells him, almost bouncing over, snatching the lube from where it’s floating in mid air, and pulling the tattered material down off Nate’s shoulders. There’s an awkward moment when the buttons get in the way and the shirt gets stuck around Nate’s biceps, but Wade impatiently rips at it mentally, and the buttons go flying. “I’ll more than make it up to you,” he says, fluttering his non-existent eyelashes in a hopefully sexy way. Maybe not so sexy, judging by Nate’ chuckle.

“Let me give you a hand with that,” Mr. Future Soldier says, helping Wade shuck his bodysuit.

“Yeah, yeah,” Wade says, and mimics Nate under his breath. “Smug putz.” He grabs Nate by the waistband of his jeans and pulls him in again, licking that tender spot just beneath his ear. He found that last night. Nate moans something that’s probably some kind of Askani curse. Wade rubs up against him, closing his eyes at the friction against the denim. His cock is leaking precum, so that’s probably another of Nate’s items of clothing that he’s messed up. Like he cares. “You’d better fuck me right now or...”

“Or what?” Nate asks, grabbing Wade by the waist to keep him in place, and rubbing his thumb all too lightly over the head of his cock. Wade groans and arches up into it. He needs Nate so fucking badly.

“Or...” He can’t think coherently. How the hell does Nate do it? It irritates him no end that Nate always has to control everything, but right now, his brain is too fuzzy to decide whether to try and regain the initiative, or just let him do it. Go with the flow, because yes, it nags at him, but it’s worth it, isn’t it? He fumbles with Nate’s fly. “Bed. Now.” He glares up through half-lidded eyes. Shouldn’t let Nate think he’s going to do whatever the fuck Nate wants all the time. He’s no fucking pushover.

Nate nods, eyes dark with lust, and walks them backwards until Wade can feel the mattress nudging up against the back of his legs. Nate sucks and licks his way along Wade’s collarbone, tongue flicking over scar tissue and roughened flesh that has visibly worsened since this morning. Wade finally gets Nate’s fly open, and shoves his jeans down roughly so that he can step out of them. His rigid cock is tenting his boxers, dampening the fabric at the tip. Struck by a sudden idea, Wade imagines his mouth, warm and hot engulfing the head, using the TK to mimic his lips sliding down Nate’s length.

“Holy...!” Nate lets out a choked gasp, eyes widening, caught completely off guard. Wade smirks, and pulls Nate down on to the bed with him. They land heavily, and the bedsprings creak loudly. Wade doesn’t give Nate time to notice though, wrapping his legs around him and rubbing against him, cock to cock. Nate is breathing heavily, hot air huffing into the crook of his neck.

“Fuck me,” Wade growls, low and needy sounding even to his ears, burning with lust and want and impatience. Nate sits up, rocking back on his haunches to twist off the lid of the lube and slick up his fingers, pushing Wade’s leg up to his chest and thrusting in. Wade can’t help but shiver at the sudden chill of the cold lube and the fucking delicious stretch of Nate’s fingers in his ass. He moans, and tries to push further down, needing more. Nate presses a kiss to the thrown back arch of his throat and scissors his fingers, making him buck.

“Fuck, Nate!” Wade gasps as Nate pulls out. The head of Nate’s cock nudges his ass, and he’s so close to begging. Goddamit, but Super-Jesus is good at this. Best sex of his fucking life.

“You look good Wade,” Nate says, the edges of his voice ragged, almost breathless, and pushes in. Wade feels the burn of his muscles stretching, and it’s so good, so damn good. Nate leans in close, his hands planted either side of Wade’s head and captures his mouth in a rough kiss as he pulls out agonizingly slowly. He thrusts in again, not bothering to be gentle, and hits that happy-sweet spot inside him. Wade moans into Nate’s mouth, running his hands over Nate’s sides, needing to touch. He’s using the TK as well, getting as much contact as possible. Nate’s skin is hot and dry, the TO metal of his arm and left side slightly cooler, but still warmer than dead metal would be. Wade finds himself getting lost in the slick burn and aching pleasure of Nate’s cock inside him, the wet heat of his mouth, all the fucking sensations and ecstasy. Nate is big and he can feel it, the thick length filling him just right, and... yeah, this is perfect, right here and now in the moment... He realises he’s talking out loud, must be babbling. That would be like him, but he’s pretty sure Nate doesn’t mind. Unhhh... Nate is hitting that happy-fun-yay spot inside him with every stroke now, and he can feel his orgasm building just behind his balls. He tightens the grip of his legs around Nate, feeling Nate’s muscles bunching as he moves, pounding his ass and sending waves of pleasure through him. He’s so hard he hurts, and fuck, he’s going to come just from being fucked, not even needing a hand on his cock. Fuck! Oh fuck! His back arches and he comes, muscles tightening, spilling himself over his belly. Through the immediate euphoric haze, he feels Nate come too, biting down hard on his lip and making a few last strokes before he’s spent. He rests there for a few moments, gathering himself before pulling out, raising his head to look down at Wade, a sated smile on his lips.

“D’you think it worked?” Wade asks sleepily, resisting the urge to nuzzle into Nate’s side. He’s not the cuddling type, really. He’s a mercenary, not a teddy bear.

Nate blinks at him slowly. “I don’t know.”

Wade can’t actually spare the brain power to worry about it. He stretches out, and pushes Nate off him. “Mmmf. Sleep now.”

Nate chuckles softly, but doesn’t argue. “And if it hasn’t changed by tomorrow morning?”

“Well,” Wade says, keeping a straight face. “We’ll just have to try again, eh Priscilla?”
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Comments:
From: solar_cat
2008-06-06 11:21 pm (UTC)
FYI, your cut tag isn't working! I think you left out the ending " mark in your text. ;)
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[User Picture]From: gestalt1
2008-06-07 07:28 am (UTC)
It's fixed now.
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[User Picture]From: kitty11chan
2008-06-07 07:17 am (UTC)
Me-YOW. *fans self & goes to get Battery-Operated Boyfriend*
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[User Picture]From: gestalt1
2008-06-07 07:30 am (UTC)
*grins happily* Glad you enjoyed it.
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[User Picture]From: addygryff
2008-06-07 10:24 pm (UTC)
I've just read the whole thing
And.. well, rawr, rawr I say.
This was truly delicious,and great on so many levels.
I just love the way you write them both, especially Wade. <3
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[User Picture]From: gestalt1
2008-06-08 12:24 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! :D :D
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[User Picture]From: foresthouse
2008-06-19 03:48 am (UTC)
Woah, you pulled out all the stops on this one - if it was any hotter on this page, the internet would be on fire! Heh.

You write them well. I love Wade's thought processes.
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[User Picture]From: gestalt1
2008-06-19 04:42 pm (UTC)
*accidental internet arson*
*looks around* Gas can? What gas can?

Wade is far easier to write than Nate though. DX
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[User Picture]From: foresthouse
2008-06-19 05:43 pm (UTC)
Nate's probably going to give me headaches when I get around to writing him. *sigh*
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[User Picture]From: crimsonquills
2008-07-02 07:09 pm (UTC)
I read this ages ago and am only now getting around to leaving feedback. Terrible, I know. *hangs head* Especially given that this was incredibly hot! Smouldering hot. *fans self* I adore the use of the TK in the sex scene. *grins*

I'm so glad you finished this story!
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[User Picture]From: gestalt1
2008-07-12 08:54 pm (UTC)
Well it took me long enough to finish it, so I can hardly complain about late feedback! :D :D

*provides bucket of ice for coolant purposes*
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From: apogo305
2008-07-04 12:51 pm (UTC)
I really love it.It's hot and well... hot.Anyway,it's great.
Would you mind if I translate into Chinese?
I think my friends would love to see this.
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[User Picture]From: gestalt1
2008-07-12 08:53 pm (UTC)
Sure, go ahead. ;D
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From: apogo305
2008-07-18 05:12 am (UTC)
Thanks!I put it over this community.
http://www.mtslash.com/index.php
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