[Fic] Everything Nice part 2 - Cable/Deadpool
Title: Everything Nice 2/??
Author: Guardian
Rating: PG-13 (NC-17 overall)
Pairing: Cable/Deadpool
Timeline: sequel to Sugar & Spice
Disclaimer: written for fun, not profit.
Word count: 2,300
Summary: Nate begins his plan, with lots of domestic bliss.
Previous Parts: One
The scent of bacon and eggs sizzling in a pan stirred Wade awake in the morning, along with the faint noises of domesticity as Nate tinkered in the kitchen. Wade had time to stretch, shower, and dress before knocking at Hope's door and bidding her good morning.
"Up and at 'em, my little baby cow."
Hope made a tired noise. "Baby cows are called calves," she said, not for the first time, as she got up and rubbed her eyes.
"And what are baby turtles called?" Wade asked jokingly.
The smell of a cooked breakfast banished Hope's tiredness as soon as she entered the kitchen. She hopped excitedly, inspecting the pans full of food, the hot toaster, the crackling bacon.
"Did you scramble the eggs right?" Hope asked.
"Yes," Nate answered.
"Is that toast mine?"
"Of course."
"Can you make my bacon extra crispy?"
"Go sit down, Hope."
She frowned, but went to the table and hopped into one of the chairs. Wade was already seated, admiring how Nate already had everything under control. Former president of Rumekistan and leader of his own island, now Nate was at least the master of the kitchen.
"Orange juice or milk?" Nate asked, already bringing Hope her plate of food.
"Orange juice!"
"And how do you want your coffee this morning, Wade?"
"In an IV drip, por favor," Wade said. He was given black instead, with a modest amount of sugar along with his heaping plate. He dug in appreciatively, finishing off half of his food before he came up for air.
"So, what's the lesson plan today?" Wade questioned around a mouthful of bacon.
"Nathan's going to teach me about photo... pho-to-syn-sis."
"Photosynthesis," Nathan corrected gently.
"Pho-to-syn-e-sis," Hope repeated. "Plants," she added, for Wade's sake.
"Cool. Plants are cool," Wade said.
"What are you doing today?" Hope asked. Wade didn't always have a job for the day, but when he did he wore his full costume and weapons to the breakfast table.
"Someone's paying me mucho payola to burn down a building," Wade said.
"But people live in buildings," Hope frowned.
"Yeah, but not this building," Wade said.
"You're sure?"
"I haven't seen the place yet."
"You have to make sure! There could be ladies in there. Old ones," Hope said.
"You're truly a Summers," Wade grumbled. Nathan shot him a look, and Wade took a quick gulp of coffee. "I'll check, of course," he promised.
"You better." Hope gave Wade a doubtful look until he finally made a motion of crossing his heart.
Half an hour later, Hope finished her breakfast and scooted out of her chair. "Can I go outside please? Please? Please, dad?"
"I'll meet you in the garden," Nate said, ruffling Hope's red hair.
"Come 'ere," Wade grabbed Hope as she went by and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'll catch ya later, tater tot."
"In time for dinner?" Hope questioned.
"Maybe."
"In time to tuck me in?" she persisted. "Please."
"That much I can do," Wade agreed, and gave her a pat on the head before she scampered off.
"Ah, kids these days," Wade said, in between the last few bites of his breakfast. "They always want to go outside and learn. Whatever happened to the good old days of television and video games?" he scraped his plate clean, then picked up his dishes and stood to deposit them in the sink.
Nate stood as well, stopping Wade with a tug at his belt.
"Wade," Nate said. "Before you go, I wanted to talk."
"I knew this was coming," Wade frowned, and scratched his head nervously. "Look, hear me out before you say anything. I noticed the way you've been looking at me lately. I know what you're thinking. But I meant to buy a new carton, honest. I just haven't had time to go to the store lately."
"I'm not talking about the milk," Nathan said. "Though I would appreciate it if you'd stop drinking straight from the carton."
"Oh," Wade relaxed fractionally. "What's to talk about, then?"
"You and me," Nate said, pointedly closing the gap between them.
"And our living arrangements?" Wade asked. "'Kay cause I admit, sleeping on the couch is kinda losing the appeal. We either need to upgrade to a bigger place, or install a laugh track in here."
"I don't want you sleeping on the couch anymore."
"Oh." The hurt was evident in Wade's eyes, even as he tried to look thoughtful. "I guess I'd better find my own-"
"Or you can start sleeping in my bed," Nate suggested.
"Yeah, but where would you sleep, then?"
"Beside you," Nate answered plainly. "The bed is king sized for a reason."
"But then we'd be like... We'd be almost like we were... Together."
"I don't want almost," Nate said. "I want you."
Wade seemed to have a hard time processing that. "But you're... and I'm... not..."
Nathan sighed softly, his fears realized. "Because we're both men," he surmised.
"Well, duh. Manly men, if you need to get specific. But I was gonna say... I'm not worth it. Cable and Deadpool, that's like a punchline, right? If you want like a friends with benefits thing, you should look Domino up. I'm sure she'll be discreet. And I can't believe I just turned down sex."
"Wade," Nathan settled closer, putting his hands on Wade's neck and waiting until the man looked him in the eye again. "You are worth it. You're not a joke. I don't want a 'friends with benefits thing.' I don't want Domino, or anyone else. I don't even, to an extent, want sex. I want you. And I'd like to, eventually, be able to make love to you. But if that's out of the question, I'll be content either way."
Wade shivered. "You know you could do whatever you want to me."
"Is that so?"
"This is going to end with me tied to the bed with weird things in weird places, isn't it?"
Nathan laughed softly. "I hadn't pictured anything quite so colorful. I thought we'd take things slow."
"Dinner first?"
"Easy," Nathan pressed down on Wade's shoulders as if to calm the mercenary's racing pulse. "Just kissing."
"Oh, kissing's good," Wade readily complied, nodding his head. Nate smiled with a silent laugh, and Wade leaned up on his toes, stealing Nate's smile with a kiss.
Nate let him lead, savoring the way Wade's hands went to his hair. He slipped his hands down, settling just above Wade's hips, and pulled him closer, slowly kneading the muscle at the same time. He felt Wade take a breath against his lips, and then kiss him again, this time open-mouthed and hungry. Their tongues slid together, Nate passive while Wade explored insistently.
Nate finally eased back, nipping at Wade's bottom lip while his hands went to Wade's belt. "I'll see you when you get home. And maybe we can continue... talking?"
Wade just began to form words of agreement when Nate activated his teleporter.
He was suddenly standing in the middle of Agency X, his mask and hands still up, clutching at nothing. He recovered quickly, pulling his mask down. "Uh, so what're we blowing up?"
"Setting on fire," Alex corrected. "Do not blow up the building, Wade. And I'm going to pretend that you weren't just making out with your boyfriend."
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Wade came home late that night, exhausted and smelling strongly of smoke. The house was already dark. He went to Hope's room, not surprised to find her still awake, waiting for him.
"Are you okay?" Hope asked, sitting up slightly.
"Yep. And home in time to tuck you into bed," Wade said, and proceeded to do just that, even though it was obvious that Nate had sort of beaten him to it. He still fixed her sheets and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"You were on the six o' clock news," Hope murmured sleepily.
"Yeah, there were almost some casualties," Wade responded. "Had to save the day. Go to sleep."
He left quietly, shutting the door behind him, and went to the living room to lay down. Nate was waiting for him on the couch.
Wade sighed and rubbed his mask with some frustration. "Don't lecture me, okay? Nobody got hurt."
"Not even the box of puppies," Nate noted, barely hiding his amusement, but Wade took him seriously.
"How was I supposed to know some stay mutt got into the basement and made a home? I was busy making sure the stupid people were out of there, and then Captain America shows up all, 'My sappy senses are tingling - there's puppies trapped in the building and you're going to special hell if you let puppies die in a fire, Wade.' So I had to go into the stupid burning building to save them because stupid Captain America is looking like he's ready to bust my face otherwise, and I got third degree burns and all he did was stand heroically in the doorway. At least they thought I was there trying to be a hero or something, but all the ladies were all over Captain Boy Scout there and it's not like he did anything. He didn't even take the dogs - seriously. But one of the puppies peed all over Alex, so that just made it worth it, you know?" Wade flopped onto the couch bonelessly, getting some soot onto the cushions. "So... how was your day, sweetie?"
"Hope and I spent the day in the garden," Nate answered simply. In truth, he'd explained to her about the parts and functions of a plant, dissected a few to show her the filaments and ovary of a flower, and even gotten into the concepts of pollination, and the role of plants in the food chain. Tomorrow Hope wanted to find a hive of bees for whatever reason. And if that's what she wanted to learn about, Nathan was happy to oblige.
"So what's the plan?" Wade asked after a pause of silence. "You want to make out on the couch like a couple of kids?"
"No. I just didn't want you trying to skip out on coming to bed tonight. And my plan is top secret."
"Don't I have clearance?" Wade pouted.
"It's on a need-to-know basis," Nate smiled. "And all you need to know right now is that we're at step one. Kissing." He emphasized by pressing a kiss into the side of Wade's mask.
"Lame. Step one is usually inventive bondage."
"Is that what you want?" Nate challenged.
"Uhh..." Wade scratched his ear. "What's the second step?"
"Whatever it needs to be," Nate answered, standing up.
"It doesn't involve nudity and a pottery wheel, does it?"
Nate shook his head.
"How many steps are there?"
"As many as there needs to be," Nate repeated. "Go shower, Wade. Come lay down with me when you're done."
"Like in a biblical sense, or...?"
"I'll be reading," Nate said as he walked away.
And he was. When Wade finished his shower and dressed in his boxers and a shirt and a robe and his mask (and why did he need so many layers? It just made him feel right, he was not nervous, shut up) he went to Nate's room, finding Nate sitting on one half of the bed, reading. The larger man was dressed in casual grey pajama bottoms, his ankles crossed while he read some book that was in French.
"Parlez-vous français?" Wade questioned, trying to appear nonchalant while he laid down on what was apparently 'his' half of the bed. It was soft, actually, and the bed was huge to him. He could stretch out completely and only feel more mattress and, ah, he'd just touched Nate's thigh. Ye gads. Bad hand, bad.
"Not fluently," Nathan admitted, glancing at Wade when his thigh was touched. "You?"
"No," Wade shook his head, crinkling his brow with a frown. "I know French, but I don't like the way it tastes."
"Synesthesia?" Nate questioned, forever amused and perplexed by Wade's quirks.
"Who in the what-now?"
"Never mind." Nate shook his head lightly and went back to reading, but couldn't quite focus on the words. He was too focused on Wade's bare feet, which idly flexed and rubbed together with impatience. The rest of Wade was disappointingly covered, from his knees to his head. Of all things, Nate was most dismayed that Wade wore the mask to bed. He'd really hoped they were past this.
"Invite me to bed and then ignore me," Wade mumbled, thinking aloud again.
"What was that?" Nate questioned, turning his head.
"Nothing."
"Tell me what's on your mind, Wade," Nate said, closing his book and putting it aside for the night.
"You're the psychic! You tell me," Wade pouted stubbornly.
Nate humored him, squinting in concentration while he stared at Wade, and putting a hand to his temple. He finally smiled and shook his head. "Duct tape?"
"Yep, that's it. That's all I'm thinking about," Wade lied. "Duct tape, duct tape, duct tape. Duct tape. Chimichanga. Chimichurri. Chirriburri. Nate. If step one is kissing then why aren't you kissing me yet?"
"Do you want me to kiss you?" Nate questioned, his voice lowering.
"Si, por favor," Wade answered, wiggling closer.
Nate touched Wade's neck, and carefully rolled the mask up to his nose. He leaned in slowly to Wade's lips, pausing as Wade swallowed a breath in anticipation... and then kissed Wade's forehead.
"Goodnight," Nate said, flopping back over childishly and turning off the light.
"Agh! Nate, nooo!" Wade whined, tackling the larger man. He pinned him, hands on Nate's huge shoulders, staring down at him. "Nate... don't make me beg... okay, please."
Nate stopped chuckling, lifting his hand to stroke the nape of Wade's neck. "Do what you like."
Wade hesitated for only a moment, and then his mouth was on Nate's - hot and slick and surprisingly tender. His skin still smelled like soot and earth, and his weight was relatively light but wonderful on top of Nate, and when Nate rubbed his back just so, he made soft, contented sighs.
They stayed like that for several long minutes, the kisses turned languid and soft, until Wade finally rested his head against Nate's neck and fell asleep in Nate's arms.