Notes:
Warning: inappropriate use of "Toto - Africa".
HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYONE
You see, the authors and the characters they write about often share the same fears.
In our case, I was worried that the second time wouldn't be as perfect as the first one, and the author was worried that her second chapter wouldn't be as good as the first one.
What if they had reached the peak of their performance? The tall, hard, leaking peak of it?
Well, the answer is simple: they need to remember that the Himalaya is a mountain range, not one single mountain, and that the view is breathtaking from every summit.
I know, right? How uncharacteristically deep of me!
"Who are you talking to?" asked Cable over his metal shoulder, concerned about the mercenary's mental health, as he should be.
"Sorry, cupcake, I was talking to these naughty peepers," Wade answered, gesturing towards the readers. "So, where were we? Oh sí."
He slammed his hand down on Cable's right buttock, making him cry out in surprise. Then he slapped it again, just because he could, before doing the same to the left one. He watched the lighter skin of Cable's ass turn a beautiful tint of red and licked his lips.
A maniacal joy was bubbling in his throat, begging to be let out, and that called for drastic measures.
"I bless the raaains down in Aaaaaafricaaaaaaa," Wade sang out loud while smacking the cyborg's butt in the rythm of Toto's song. "Ow!" he yelped when Cable kicked him in the ribs like a fed-up, part-machine horse.
"Either fucking get your shit together or we are done," he growled.
Wade gasped. "You used the "w" word! I love it, do it again!"
Cable needed a few seconds to understand.
"... We?"
"Good boy," Wade cooed, spanking him hard as a reward.
The older man buried his face between his forearms, his moan muffled by the mattress.
Wade began massaging his rear, digging his fingertips deep into the firm flesh of it. The little sighs of relief Cable made were music to his ears, almost as good as Wham!'s even if nothing will ever compare to George Michael's voice, may he rest in peace.
Wade took his time to revel in the sight of Cable's thick cock hanging between his – incredibly –muscular thighs, hard again and continuously dripping precum on the white sheets. "Something tells me you're into this, muffin… Is there no kinky sex in the future?" the mercenary asked, alternating between harsh blows and feather-light caresses.
"Of course there is, dumbass, I just- ah! Never had this done… to me," Cable muttered, embarrassed.
"Oooh, poor thing. I'm gonna be very gentle to you, don't worry. I will gently pound into you while you feel the top of my thighs repeatedly hit your sore ass, okay?"
Cable swore under his breath before nodding eagerly.
The tip of his ears were scarlet.
Wade grabbed the bottle of olive oil standing on the bedside table and coated his fingers with it. He circled Cable's fluttering hole a few times before pushing his index inside. The cyborg's whole body tensed in response.
Wade waited for him to get used to his finger moving inside him, then, when he had relaxed enough, he added another one, carefully scissoring him open.
"Fuck! Wade… Please..."
"Who's lacking patience now, huh?"
Cable's answer was unintelligible, but the mercenary was positive there was an insult in it.
He removed his fingers and spread a little more of their makeshift lube on his dick. While Cable's one was all delicious girth and veins, his was a tiny bit thinner, but longer.
And now was Lil' DP's chance to shine.
Wade aligned himself and penetrated Cable in a torturously slow thrust, although all he wanted to do was fuck him like a rabid dog on cocaine. But the older man was already shaking under him, both from pleasure and exhaustion, having been standing on all fours for so long.
So Wade spared him. He kinda owed him that, even if he hadn't wanted to be saved, back at the orphanage. That memory awoke the one of Vanessa and Wade's heart sank in his chest. Shut up upper brain, now is not the time! he thought to himself, chasing these depressive thoughts far away to refocus on a whimpering Cable.
The mercenary tempted a few back and forths, hypnotized by the way the wires eating at the cyborg's back immediately rippled like a silver sea, mimicking his real muscles.
It was one of the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
"Fuck, it's like you were made in a computer... which, you are- well, pretty much half of you is, but you know what I mean," Wade said. "You're all my turn-ons, beautifully brought together like the Fellowship of the Ring and-"
"Wade."
"Sorry, I'm rambling again, am I?"
"Yeah. But I was about to tell you to fuck me harder."
This went straight to Wade's cock.
"Well then, ladies and gentlemen, keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times and enjoy the ride," the mercenary announced gleefully on a non-existent microphone.
Cable barely had the time to roll his eyes that Wade started to ram into him in earnest, just the way he described earlier, bottoming out with each thrust. The cyborg grunted and grasped the sheets so hard he tore them, the sound of ripping fabric covered by the creaks of the bed. He winced every time Wade's hips clacked against his abused ass with an obscene sound, growling low in his throat as his skin was on fire.
It looked absolutely delicious and the mercenary cursed his healing factor for preventing him to feel something like this.
Wade grabbed Cable's plump sides to direct his thrusts better, knowing he and the older man were getting close. "Now I know why we call these "love handles"," he panted against Cable's right ear as he pinched his flesh.
He reached under the cyborg's belly to jerk him off and the latter came all over his fist with a strangled cry, clenching so hard around the mercenary's cock that he followed soon after.
They collapsed on top of each other, breathless.
A few moments later, Wade slid out of Cable and leant over him to lick at the sweat pooling in the valley formed by his spine, making him shudder. "Man, you're gonna kill me, enough," Cable slurred lazily, already drifting off.
"No more sexy times for tonight, copy that. Sleep tight, cupcake," Wade said as he kissed the top of his head before laying down next to him.
The cyborg had already fallen asleep when the mercenary was done tucking him in.
Loud thumps on the door woke Wade from his R-rated dreams with a jolt. Next to him, Cable's metal arm activated with a whirring sound, a few seconds before his owner opened his eyes.
Interesting. And creepy.
The mercenary put on his pink Hello Kitty boxer briefs and went to open the door. A huge, disgruntled, Russian chrome man was staring down at him from the other side, arms crossed against his barrel-like chest.
"Cable, it's for you!" Wade announced in a high-pitched voice after a comedic pause, already backing away.
Colossus grabbed his skull to pin him on the spot.
"As matter of fact, I came to talk to both of you. You were louder than two bears fighting last night and you disrupted the students' sleep," he said with his heavy Slav accent.
"Bears, seriously? Could you have used a more stereotyped comparison?" Wade complained. "Do you put vodka instead of milk in your cereals for breakfast? Do you have a matryoshka sex doll in your X-closet?" He felt a warm hand land on his left shoulder and saw it belonged to Cable, who looked like he was actually repressing a laugh. Wade beamed with pride.
"I sincerely apologize. It won't happen again," the cyborg said solemnly.
Wait, WHAT?! thought 's grip tightened on his shoulder, preventing him from making a scene in front of the metallic mutant.
"Thank you," Colossus replied, eyeing the ruined sheets Cable was holding around his waist in a barely concealed disgust. "The Professor wants to talk to you, as soon as you... can."
Cable agreed before talking about uninteresting, world-on-the-brink-of-extinction stuff that Wade didn't listen to, so he just stared at him, his mind still stuck on the it won't happen again.
Shit, the fucker did have a nice jawline. Wade was only human, so what if he was running a finger over his stubble? Give him a break.
"Ok, I think I should leave now," Colossus said, frowning at the mercenary's lovesick expression.
Cable remained unflappable. "Yeah, see you later."
The X-Man walked away, his heavy steps making the old white men portraits tremble against the walls. His massive figure had hidden the students who were peeking at the scene from their room, each one of them displaying a different expression like a 30-feet-long human color chart. Sleep deprivation, disgust, anger, curiosity, amusement...
Cable and Wade waved awkwardly at them and fumbled to close the door.
"Hi, Wade!" said Yukio in her adorable baby voice, her head poking out of the doorframe under Negasonic's one. Wade stuck his face out of the door just before Cable shut it to answer "hi, Yukio!" in the same tone.
Back in the room, the mercenary clapped his hands.
"Ok, big guy. Time to-"
Cable had discarded the sheets on the floor, now completely naked in the early afternoon sunshine, turning on the coffee pot and Wade at the same time.
"How dare you distract me with your Greek-statuesque body, I'm trying to talk here!"
"What do you want to talk about?" Cable sighed. His whole body hurt. He leaned against the countertop and immediately regretted this decision when his sore ass touched the hard surface. Surprisingly, Wade made no lewd comment about his grimace.
"It won't happen again?!" he recited in disbelief.
"Ah, that. I was only trying to appease Colossus."
Oh good, everything's good then.
"Besides, we completely rushed... whatever this is," Cable added, gesturing at the space between them. "Neither of us was ready."
Abort, abort, everything's gone to shit!
"What the actual fuck, did you skip the part where we consensually agreed as responsible adults to fuck out our respective grief, post-fight adrenaline excess and mutual tension?!" Wade yelled.
Cable turned off the coffee pot and filled two cups with it. His calmness made the mercenary even more confused, as he handed him one of them.
"I know. I don't regret it. I hope you don't either. I just... It all happened so fast. In my timeline, I was holding my dead family in my arms two days ago. And I abandoned the hope of ever seeing them again yesterday. So pardon me if I need some time to adjust."
Ok, the last sentence stung.
"No need to get all passive-aggressive, asshole! I will leave you aaall the time you need, because you know what? You're not the only one in pain, I have my own wife to mourn since a stupid cyborg cockblocked me in the afterlife!"
"I saved you!" Cable exclaimed, appalled.
"I wanted to die!" Wade screamed.
Silence dropped harder than the ratings of The Walking Dead.
Cable stared at Wade with something that looked too much like pity in his hazel eyes.
The mercenary could take being hit by a truck, shot multiple times and literally torn in half but he couldn't take this.
He turned his back on Cable to retrieve all the parts of his suit scattered on the floor and jumped out of the window, breaking both of his knees on landing.
"Wade, no, wait!" he heard as he limped away as fast as he could.
Notes:
Sorry, this chapter is a bit shorter than the first one but I couldn't cut it at a better point of the story, otherwise I wouldn't have satisfied my sadistic tendencies.
Hope you still liked it, and that my English is still readable
Next chapter will be more from Cable's POV.