[Fic] Everything Nice part 1 - Cable/Deadpool - R
Title: Everything Nice 1/??
Author: Guardian
Rating: R (NC-17 overall)
Pairing: Cable/Deadpool
Timeline: sequel to Sugar & Spice
Disclaimer: written for fun, not profit.
Word count: 1,800
Summary: Nate tried to put his finger on exactly what the word was to describe this plan budding in his head. Courtship wasn't quite the word that was compatible with Wade. And 'dating' was something that didn't come close to fitting the plan. It was more like... seduction.
"Gimme," Wade said, pulling at the bucket and plunging his hand in when Hope tried to keep him away from the popcorn.
"Nate!" Hope hissed, frowning at the enormous popcorn bowl in her lap which was massively lacking in popcorn, and they were barely into the movie. "Tell him to stop hogging it all."
"Wade," Nate began in a tone that was both amused and serious.
"You guys know nothing, I swear," Wade rolled his eyes, an impressive feat given the fact that he was wearing his mask. "Super Jumbo Popcorn comes with free refills. What's the point of not using them?"
Wade crammed every last bit of popcorn into his mouth, and then grabbed the empty tub and got up to refill it. Why he decided he had to exit the row by climbing over Hope and then Nate was anyone's guess, except for the obvious reason: to be difficult and make a scene.
"Oof! Clumsy me!" Wade said, tripping into Nate's lap. "Shaddup," he said to a 'shush'er in the audience, finally managing to get through the row of seats and exit theater #4. The number was important to remember, apparently. He'd learned that the hard way when he had to take a potty break right after the opening trailers (they were so long, and Nate insisted on being on time for the viewing, which meant they were too early, and Wade had been thirsty and that Super Slurp was way bigger than his bladder) and he had accidentally gone into theater #1.
"But they make the place so confusing," Wade said aloud to himself as he entered the lobby. "All these lights and signs with words on them."
It had been about three weeks since Wade kicked Wolverine's butt in Central Park. Yes, true believers, when Wolverine and Cyclops had come to take Hope away, Wade had saved the day and sent the X-Men home crying, never to tell a soul about Hope's return, or her current location.
Pacton, an imaginary California town near San Francisco, had a lot to offer, including this nice movie theater. Nate had a little home of his own, with a room for Hope that they'd spent an entire weekend repainting on Wade's insistence (he only liked the pink because Hope liked it, honest! And the frilly canopy over the bed so wasn't his idea!) Pacton even had decent choices between private or public schools, but Hope went to neither - Nate had insisted on teaching her himself, which Hope was all too pleased about.
Of course, Nate being in charge of the education meant that Wade had a lot of necessary things to fill in. This little expedition had been hard to plan until Tasky told Wade to call it a lesson in cinema. Lesson the first was to either bring your own food, or buy the refill size and abuse it. And Nate was a stickler for the rules. (But come on, that "No outside food or drinks" rule was only enforced by a sticker. A sticker!)
Wade showered his newly filled bucket-o-popcorn with butter and then strolled back to the theater, once again jamming his way between the seats and Nate's enormous thighs to get back into his seat. He grinned and gave Hope the bucket again - she was the designated bucket-holder between them - and dug in, grabbing the most buttery handful.
Nate could only sigh with some amusement, noting that Wade's gloves and face were indiscriminately greasy from the artificial flavoring. He'd either have to convince Wade to take a shower, or ambush him with a wet wipe at the first opportunity.
"What did I miss?"
"The cartoon cats were singing," Hope explained.
Nate didn't watch the film so much as he watched Hope and Wade enjoy the film. He knew from the moment he agreed that this was not going to be an educational venture - purely an entertaining one. Still, he'd agreed because Wade put forward such an effort to convince him that things like these were necessary. And apparently it was educational, whether Wade had even expected it to be or not. He babbled on to Hope about the background of the lead voice actor, and how they used to hand-draw the frames before computers could be used. There was even talk about digging up classic films to watch. From Wade.
By the end of the film, Hope was yawning and Wade was raving about how such-and-such a film was better, or how more explosions would have made the entire film watchable.
"Do we have to do another bodyslide?" Hope complained against Nate's shoulder as he carried her outside.
"I'm afraid so," Nate answered. "You're ready for bed as it is."
"It'll be fine, kiddo," Wade encouraged. "Just do like I told you."
Hope sighed softly, but closed her eyes and held on to Nate.
Lately, the bodyslides didn't bother her as much as they used to. For one, they weren't much compared to Wade's teleporter. For another thing, Wade had taught her the trick to how to spin without getting dizzy. Now they usually only made her nauseous.
"Ugh," Hope groaned when they landed.
"Easy," Nate said. He took her to bed and had her lay down for a while until the nausea passed, then get ready for bed. But when he went to check on her half an hour later, Hope was already out like a light and he didn't feel like waking her.
"I don't think she'll be waking up until morning," Nate said to Wade after he'd left her room.
"Nah, the little critter was tuckered out," Wade agreed. He wriggled to lazily kick off one of his boots. "So 'm I."
Nate watched with idle fixation while Wade carefully removed the gold band from his thumb before peeling off his gloves, and then returned the ring to the same spot, now against his bare skin. Wade never took off the ring that Nate had given him, whether costumed or not. Even when he'd heorically attempted to fix Sandi's sink, and had lost some of his fingers in a disposal-related accident, he had fussed and panicked until Tony helped him get his thumb out of the plumbing. At least, that's what Nate had heard second-hand, because Wade never admitted that the incident had taken place.
"The bed is more comfortable," Nate offered, not for the first time in the few weeks spent together, but renewing the offer always made him feel oddly. He wasn't sure why he had to convince Wade that he was more than just a welcomed guest in his home.
"No thanks," Wade replied, already flopping onto the couch. "Big day tomorrow. Arson, insurance fraud. Daddy's bringing home the bacon."
"Hm. Make sure you look into what you're blowing up before you hit the detonator," Nate cautioned, turning to make his way to his own bedroom.
"Not blowing up. Setting on fire. I can be subtle sometimes, you know. Use candles. Or maybe a flamethrower. No. I'll settle for matches, and play some Rock Master Scott. The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire..."
Nate let Wade's babbling fade away, shutting his door and undressing for the night. He peeled off his shirt, exchanged boots and pants for a soft pair of shorts, and sat heavily on the side of his bed, shoulder hunched.
He just didn't understand, really. Surely Wade understood what he'd meant when he gave him that ring. After the kisses they'd shared, how could he not? But since they'd come back to the present, Wade had yet to join him in bed.
Maybe it was because Hope had her own bed, and there was no buffer between them, no survival reason for them to stay so close. Maybe it was because of the prevalent homophobia in this century, because despite how close they were, men didn't really sleep with each other. And while it might be okay for them to raise Hope and share a house, or even kiss each other now and then, it was a running gag because men didn't really have romantic relationships or share their bodies with each other that way. Maybe Wade was even scared. Or maybe Wade just didn't think of him in such a way.
But despite his physiology, Nate wasn't a machine. He was very much human. And sometimes he just wanted a warm body to hold at the end of the day, or one to hold him. Sometimes he just wanted Wade to let down his defenses for real, to remind him that they really did understand each other, because some days he wondered. And sometimes he just wanted to push Wade down and make love to him, because he loved everything about that man for some reason. His voice, his thoughts, his skills, his loyalty, and yes, his body.
Nate knew very well that Wade liked him, to a degree. The boyfriend remarks, the few kisses that Wade had instigated, their close friendship, and the fact that Wade never rebuked him, never made slight of him or his advances. But he never acted on them, either. Perhaps it was just a case of denial, then. Perhaps Wade would never make the first move, unless he managed to get himself incredibly drunk, and Nate didn't exactly look forward to the idea of their first time being considered a drunken mistake in Wade's mind, or worse - a black spot in his memory.
He had to take progressive steps, Nate finally decided. Make his intentions clear. Work things slowly. There was a good chance that Nate could go out there right then and come on strong, and that maybe Wade would even be receptive to a direct advance. But Nate wanted Wade to want it first.
Nate tried to put his finger on exactly what the word was to describe this plan budding in his head. Courtship wasn't quite the word that was compatible with Wade. And 'dating' was something that didn't come close to fitting the plan. It was more like... seduction. A lengthy and involved seduction plan, beginning to outline itself in Nate's mind. That was just the right word. If Wade asked, Nate was sure that Wade would be highly amused to hear that he was being seduced. Or maybe he'd be genuinely surprised, and get embarrassed, trying to joke it off until Nate kissed him thoroughly enough to convince him that he was nothing but serious.
That was a good mental image - Wade defensive, his exposed skin growing red at the realization that Nate really wanted him.
Nathan finally lay back in bed, turning his light off with a thought. The darkness became his accomplice in the plans that were ever-expanding in detail. He'd begin tomorrow.
Author: Guardian
Rating: R (NC-17 overall)
Pairing: Cable/Deadpool
Timeline: sequel to Sugar & Spice
Disclaimer: written for fun, not profit.
Word count: 1,800
Summary: Nate tried to put his finger on exactly what the word was to describe this plan budding in his head. Courtship wasn't quite the word that was compatible with Wade. And 'dating' was something that didn't come close to fitting the plan. It was more like... seduction.
"Gimme," Wade said, pulling at the bucket and plunging his hand in when Hope tried to keep him away from the popcorn.
"Nate!" Hope hissed, frowning at the enormous popcorn bowl in her lap which was massively lacking in popcorn, and they were barely into the movie. "Tell him to stop hogging it all."
"Wade," Nate began in a tone that was both amused and serious.
"You guys know nothing, I swear," Wade rolled his eyes, an impressive feat given the fact that he was wearing his mask. "Super Jumbo Popcorn comes with free refills. What's the point of not using them?"
Wade crammed every last bit of popcorn into his mouth, and then grabbed the empty tub and got up to refill it. Why he decided he had to exit the row by climbing over Hope and then Nate was anyone's guess, except for the obvious reason: to be difficult and make a scene.
"Oof! Clumsy me!" Wade said, tripping into Nate's lap. "Shaddup," he said to a 'shush'er in the audience, finally managing to get through the row of seats and exit theater #4. The number was important to remember, apparently. He'd learned that the hard way when he had to take a potty break right after the opening trailers (they were so long, and Nate insisted on being on time for the viewing, which meant they were too early, and Wade had been thirsty and that Super Slurp was way bigger than his bladder) and he had accidentally gone into theater #1.
"But they make the place so confusing," Wade said aloud to himself as he entered the lobby. "All these lights and signs with words on them."
It had been about three weeks since Wade kicked Wolverine's butt in Central Park. Yes, true believers, when Wolverine and Cyclops had come to take Hope away, Wade had saved the day and sent the X-Men home crying, never to tell a soul about Hope's return, or her current location.
Pacton, an imaginary California town near San Francisco, had a lot to offer, including this nice movie theater. Nate had a little home of his own, with a room for Hope that they'd spent an entire weekend repainting on Wade's insistence (he only liked the pink because Hope liked it, honest! And the frilly canopy over the bed so wasn't his idea!) Pacton even had decent choices between private or public schools, but Hope went to neither - Nate had insisted on teaching her himself, which Hope was all too pleased about.
Of course, Nate being in charge of the education meant that Wade had a lot of necessary things to fill in. This little expedition had been hard to plan until Tasky told Wade to call it a lesson in cinema. Lesson the first was to either bring your own food, or buy the refill size and abuse it. And Nate was a stickler for the rules. (But come on, that "No outside food or drinks" rule was only enforced by a sticker. A sticker!)
Wade showered his newly filled bucket-o-popcorn with butter and then strolled back to the theater, once again jamming his way between the seats and Nate's enormous thighs to get back into his seat. He grinned and gave Hope the bucket again - she was the designated bucket-holder between them - and dug in, grabbing the most buttery handful.
Nate could only sigh with some amusement, noting that Wade's gloves and face were indiscriminately greasy from the artificial flavoring. He'd either have to convince Wade to take a shower, or ambush him with a wet wipe at the first opportunity.
"What did I miss?"
"The cartoon cats were singing," Hope explained.
Nate didn't watch the film so much as he watched Hope and Wade enjoy the film. He knew from the moment he agreed that this was not going to be an educational venture - purely an entertaining one. Still, he'd agreed because Wade put forward such an effort to convince him that things like these were necessary. And apparently it was educational, whether Wade had even expected it to be or not. He babbled on to Hope about the background of the lead voice actor, and how they used to hand-draw the frames before computers could be used. There was even talk about digging up classic films to watch. From Wade.
By the end of the film, Hope was yawning and Wade was raving about how such-and-such a film was better, or how more explosions would have made the entire film watchable.
"Do we have to do another bodyslide?" Hope complained against Nate's shoulder as he carried her outside.
"I'm afraid so," Nate answered. "You're ready for bed as it is."
"It'll be fine, kiddo," Wade encouraged. "Just do like I told you."
Hope sighed softly, but closed her eyes and held on to Nate.
Lately, the bodyslides didn't bother her as much as they used to. For one, they weren't much compared to Wade's teleporter. For another thing, Wade had taught her the trick to how to spin without getting dizzy. Now they usually only made her nauseous.
"Ugh," Hope groaned when they landed.
"Easy," Nate said. He took her to bed and had her lay down for a while until the nausea passed, then get ready for bed. But when he went to check on her half an hour later, Hope was already out like a light and he didn't feel like waking her.
"I don't think she'll be waking up until morning," Nate said to Wade after he'd left her room.
"Nah, the little critter was tuckered out," Wade agreed. He wriggled to lazily kick off one of his boots. "So 'm I."
Nate watched with idle fixation while Wade carefully removed the gold band from his thumb before peeling off his gloves, and then returned the ring to the same spot, now against his bare skin. Wade never took off the ring that Nate had given him, whether costumed or not. Even when he'd heorically attempted to fix Sandi's sink, and had lost some of his fingers in a disposal-related accident, he had fussed and panicked until Tony helped him get his thumb out of the plumbing. At least, that's what Nate had heard second-hand, because Wade never admitted that the incident had taken place.
"The bed is more comfortable," Nate offered, not for the first time in the few weeks spent together, but renewing the offer always made him feel oddly. He wasn't sure why he had to convince Wade that he was more than just a welcomed guest in his home.
"No thanks," Wade replied, already flopping onto the couch. "Big day tomorrow. Arson, insurance fraud. Daddy's bringing home the bacon."
"Hm. Make sure you look into what you're blowing up before you hit the detonator," Nate cautioned, turning to make his way to his own bedroom.
"Not blowing up. Setting on fire. I can be subtle sometimes, you know. Use candles. Or maybe a flamethrower. No. I'll settle for matches, and play some Rock Master Scott. The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire..."
Nate let Wade's babbling fade away, shutting his door and undressing for the night. He peeled off his shirt, exchanged boots and pants for a soft pair of shorts, and sat heavily on the side of his bed, shoulder hunched.
He just didn't understand, really. Surely Wade understood what he'd meant when he gave him that ring. After the kisses they'd shared, how could he not? But since they'd come back to the present, Wade had yet to join him in bed.
Maybe it was because Hope had her own bed, and there was no buffer between them, no survival reason for them to stay so close. Maybe it was because of the prevalent homophobia in this century, because despite how close they were, men didn't really sleep with each other. And while it might be okay for them to raise Hope and share a house, or even kiss each other now and then, it was a running gag because men didn't really have romantic relationships or share their bodies with each other that way. Maybe Wade was even scared. Or maybe Wade just didn't think of him in such a way.
But despite his physiology, Nate wasn't a machine. He was very much human. And sometimes he just wanted a warm body to hold at the end of the day, or one to hold him. Sometimes he just wanted Wade to let down his defenses for real, to remind him that they really did understand each other, because some days he wondered. And sometimes he just wanted to push Wade down and make love to him, because he loved everything about that man for some reason. His voice, his thoughts, his skills, his loyalty, and yes, his body.
Nate knew very well that Wade liked him, to a degree. The boyfriend remarks, the few kisses that Wade had instigated, their close friendship, and the fact that Wade never rebuked him, never made slight of him or his advances. But he never acted on them, either. Perhaps it was just a case of denial, then. Perhaps Wade would never make the first move, unless he managed to get himself incredibly drunk, and Nate didn't exactly look forward to the idea of their first time being considered a drunken mistake in Wade's mind, or worse - a black spot in his memory.
He had to take progressive steps, Nate finally decided. Make his intentions clear. Work things slowly. There was a good chance that Nate could go out there right then and come on strong, and that maybe Wade would even be receptive to a direct advance. But Nate wanted Wade to want it first.
Nate tried to put his finger on exactly what the word was to describe this plan budding in his head. Courtship wasn't quite the word that was compatible with Wade. And 'dating' was something that didn't come close to fitting the plan. It was more like... seduction. A lengthy and involved seduction plan, beginning to outline itself in Nate's mind. That was just the right word. If Wade asked, Nate was sure that Wade would be highly amused to hear that he was being seduced. Or maybe he'd be genuinely surprised, and get embarrassed, trying to joke it off until Nate kissed him thoroughly enough to convince him that he was nothing but serious.
That was a good mental image - Wade defensive, his exposed skin growing red at the realization that Nate really wanted him.
Nathan finally lay back in bed, turning his light off with a thought. The darkness became his accomplice in the plans that were ever-expanding in detail. He'd begin tomorrow.