Cable and Deadpool Kink Meme
Hosting another kink!meme, this one based on the Cable and Deadpool comic. The main pairing is Cable/Deadpool obviously, but in the interest of fair play I shall allow any characters/pairings based on the comic series. Rules are as follows:
1. Anonymously post a pairing and prompt you would like to see written. Since this is a kink meme, there ( Read more... )
“Watch where your hands are, Wade.” The hands pushing down the towel paused then began moving upward again. If anything, his body was becoming tenser, defensive against any unsolicited advances.
Luckily, Nate was a patient man, and Wade seemed eager to prove himself. His muscles began to unknot and relax. The tense area at the small of his back began to release. Even the massage oil was enjoyable, with a sweet, cloying sort of scent and a pleasant warming sensation when Wade applied pressure. “The bottle said massage oil, and I stand by that,” Wade insisted when Nate questioned his choice of lubricants.
It was nice. Even with his initial reluctance, Nate had to admit that much. Wade seemed to know his body in ways the island’s masseurs didn’t. His hands knew just where to go, knew where to press, knew pressure points Nate hadn’t even known he had. “Is that WD-40?” It was really quite impressive. “Hmm. That feels good, Wade.” The hands on his back paused. The mattress beside him shifted. “Something wrong?”
“No.” Wade cleared his throat and continued almost awkwardly. “No, just - ah- reminded me of something, is all. You know, we should go to the beach some time.” When his hands made contact again, the massage was a little more… experimental.
A cold chill swept over Nate, leaving him on edge at first. Wade’s massage had moved beneath the towel, his palms and fingers moving in slower, more calculated motions over his hips, the back of his legs, between his thighs. There was a thin line between professional and erotic massage and Wade was pushing it… or groping it, maybe. “Groping” sounded more accurate.
Nate began to turn his head. His mouth began to form “Hey.” or some similar warning. Even shoving him away would do. Instead, Nate found himself laying his head back down in his arms. The mattress shifted again and though there was no contact beyond his hands, Nate knew that Wade was straddling him. He didn’t question this either. Wade would only give him some excuse about the angle being better - and it was. The pressure being applied was more direct and exact and, to Nate’s sudden dismay, arousing.
“Get the back of my neck, will you, Wade?” he asked immediately, hoping that if Wade moved on, his body would forget about doing anything horrifically inappropriate. The request backfired. Wade moved with his hands as he massaged upward, moved the length of Nate until his fingers slipped around the base of his neck and their bodies were barely touching.
“That good?”
Nate managed only an indistinct moan in response. In his mind, he was busy switching their positions. He was ripping off what was left of the Deadpool costume, using the rest of the “massage oil” for a more practical purpose.
Back in the real world, Wade’s hands slid back to Nate’s shoulders and moved down his arms. Their bodies pressed closer, which conflicted with Nate’s imagination. There Wade was on his back, gripping the headboard, legs over Nate’s shoulders as he talked about… something… possibly koalas.
Nate was too distracted by the pleasure to pay attention to what imaginary Wade was saying. Still slick with the massage oil, keeping his partner in place while thrusting was proving difficult, and Nate wasted no time at all switching positions. The transition was nonexistent. Suddenly Wade was in his lap; still talking, still slippery in Nate’s arms. He was doing the moving now, leaving Nate free to allow his own hands to explore - to familiarize themselves with Wade’s strange skin - to find the areas that were tense, that were tight, that were pressure points of release long neglected until…
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He had fallen asleep. Nate opened his eyes just in time to see an afterimage fade from the blank television screen. Wade sat with his back to him, still clothed while Nate was… His face burned red as he grabbed the fallen towel and got to his knees. The movement must have alerted Wade, because at that moment he turned to face him.
“I didn’t realize telepaths broadcasted their wet dreams.” Wade was grinning beneath his mask as he stood.
“Wade, I- Broadcast?” Nate’s mind was overwhelmed and impossibly blank at the same time. He imagined this was what an incoming aneurism felt like.
Wade nodded, sounding perfectly rational yet still grinning as he continued, “Has something to do with the TO, I’ll bet. If it makes you feel any better, I doubt the broadcast area was that wide. I mean, I haven’t seen anything like that before, and I think I’d remember Domino porn… like making love to a panda.”
So, Wade had seen. It wasn’t the end of the world, even if it did feel rather catastrophic. It seemed like a number of things needed to be clarified. How much had Wade seen? He knew this didn’t mean anything, right? What was with all the references to endangered animals?
As was so often the case, Wade beat him to the verbal punch.
“I’m a little disappointed, honestly. If you wanted a happy ending, all you had to do was ask.”
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Well, I hope someone enjoyed my lunchtime fun. Ooooh, I'm sorry, OP.
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AND A KOALA
AND A KOALA.
IT IS MY BATTLECRY FROM NOW ON. AND A KOALA.
CONTINUE, BIZTNITCH. DO YOU REALIZE HOW LACKING THIS FANDOM IS WITHOUT STRONG SOLDIERS LIKE YOU BEHIND IT!?
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Thank you for sharing--this was great fun.
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