Highly explicit chapter folks! You've been warned. If you're not a fan of curse words or smut, I suggest you skip this chapter! *

No-One But You (The Zephyr Endeavor)
Chapter 53: Chaos Control (Part 3)

Ezekiel Stane did a small math equation in his head for some absurd reason. He quickly calculated how much time he'd been spending with Wade Wilson, and how many times he'd been … intimate… with… him.

It's safe to say that the number was pretty up there, and Ezekiel's calculations left him feeling very flustered.

The thoughts in his head also sparked an absurd urge to nuzzle his face up against Wade's, or whatever, like a cat.

They were "hooking up" once again. That's how Wade always described what they were doing, but all Ezekiel could think about was tracing over Wade's neck with his tongue.

Wade Wilson was hung like a horse too, and rough, uhm, and his face, his skin and body was always searing hot. For a moment all Ezekiel could do was look up at him and lust over what was right there in front of him.

The mercenary caught him staring, like always, so he smiled. That smile always made it worse. The Jackal concluded long ago that he desired Wade in more ways than one, and that freak off a leash was happy to oblige.

The skin-to-skin contact was getting to Ezekiel, and all the heat that was building up around him.

I mean, the temperature was controlled in the room, but not on that bed. Ezekiel was burning up from all the contact, and Wade's behavior suddenly brought a question to his mind.

The mercenary was thinking some filthy greeeeeeedy thoughts about the person he had all pinned down and flustered below him. Since their first encounter happened at his place, Wade proudly gorged himself senseless. He basically fucked that quiet coyote for hours at a time, sometimes for days.

His dick wouldn't quit, and maybe that's why the Stalker Council was keeping a close eye on his physical and mental state. I mean, did they think he was treating Ezekiel like a sex slave or something?

Well fuck, Ezekiel was compliant and more than thirsty for it. He begged for sex when nobody was looking, and initiated it when they were alone in his clever silent ways. Even right then and there in that friggen moment, that baby Jackal was gripping Wade's ass, and making him thrust in hard and as deep as he could.

His soft moans and movements were making things even hotter too. Their bed was always soaked, and a straight-up filthy mess.

The merc was about to cum inside him AGAIN, so he slowed it down and gave Ezekiel a simple instruction. When he withdrew his cock, the baby Jackal said something instead. His voice was soft, but raspy from all the sexy shit they've been doing.

…

"What does… PB and J mean?"

…

Say what? Wade kinda gasped with what he heard, cuz he thought that mouth was goingin a different direction. The mercenary migrated backward just a bit as he processed the question, while Ezekiel took a long look up Wade's thighs, his torso, then his face.

Wade told him that they were like something called PB and J, well… Ezekiel didn't know what that meant. He wanted to know, but he also heard Wade's instructions for a "top-off".

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"PB & J? You've… You've never had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich before? For real? I…"

…

Wade didn't know what to think. The quiet coyote sat up when he spoke, then he moved in and slipped a hand over the mercenary's swollen cock. Ezekiel stroked him from root to tip as he thought over his response, then his mouth took over.

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"You've really missed out in life Shiny. I'll make you one, cuz PB&J is like a perfect pairing. I think we're the perfect pairing, and it always feels all yummy, gooey and good. Like wine and cheese, or whatever? You know?"

…

Fuccckkkiiinnnhhh whuuuttt. That boiling hot tongue all over his skin caused Wade to grab ahold of all that dirty brown hair, oh wow, he started fucking that Coyote's throat as soft as he possibly could.

Being soft and gentle was hard for him, cuz Wade's body was built to go. Not only was his cock super-charged and perfect, but he actually thought he was made for fucking.

Hooolyy shit Shiny, PB& J… Wade could feel that he sprung a hot leak. A luxurious ripple effect passed through the middle of his lower half, somewhere deep and around the other man's throat.

No, now, he wasn't done. The mercenary flipped the script, and before Ezekiel could react to anything, his face was pressed against some part of the bed.

Wade's gorgeous cock slipped straight into his quiet coyote once again, because the merc changed his mind and he wanted to get back to filling him up instead.

He heard him moan hard against the bed when his grip tightened over Ezekiel's hips.

Every thrust was rough as fuck, but it still wasn't hard enough. It almost felt like a crazed rage was happening on both ends, and Ezekiel felt more than obsessed with Wade.

He said… they were the perfect pairing? PB&J was explained, and….

The Jackal agreed with what he heard. He wanted to please Wade for hours, hear him moan, and feel that crazy merc inside him all the time.

Ezekiel had to grit his teeth together as hot bursts of cum from his own cock seeped through the cotton sheets below him.

Ezekiel wanted to try whatever the hell peanut butter and jelly was, be only his , and he didn't want Wade to stop. The Jackal told him not to, begged for him once or twice, and he even said that he didn't care if he couldn't walk the next day.

They behaved that way when Ezekiel knew no one was looking, but the Jackal kept all of that to himself. He couldn't tell Charles Xavier, or Victor Strange any of it, and he didn't want them to see how obsessed he actually was.

Chapter: END

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