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Two years later…
“Excuse me, I clearly say handle with care!”
Nathan laughs at how Wade bounces as he’s dropped onto the bed. Carrying Wade is no mean feat – despite his lithe appearance, the man is surprisingly well-muscled – so dropping him onto a soft surface is always the best way to set him back down again.
And hey, it’s funny.
“Gotcha.”
Suddenly he’s tugged down by his shoulders and Wade’s hands are sliding up his neck to cup his jaw. It’s amazing, truly, that even after two years together, Wade still acts like a few seconds without touching Nathan is enough to make him desperate for it.
But then again, maybe it’s not an act. Wade is by far more cuddly than anyone Nathan’s known before, and seems touch starved even when they’ve shared space for days at a time. Nate’s therapist would probably tell him that he’s trying to find insincerity where there isn’t any – it’s something Nathan’s working on.
So he climbs onto the bed to join Wade, happy to let himself be pulled down into a kiss, sucking Wade’s tongue into his mouth and pressing him into the indulgent softness of his mattress. It’s been months since he was last home, but since he called ahead the house has been nicely aired out, and the bed linens are crisp and fresh. Wade looks absurdly good framed against the sheets.
It feels like he’s come home.
“You what?” Wade bats at a piece of hair trying to flop over Nathan’s good eye, like a cat. “You are home, dingus.”
Nathan harrumps. “Did I say that out loud?”
“Sure did. And now I get to tease you about growing old in a whole new way.”
Years ago, the old Nathan might have growled. He might have crafted a ball of anger deep in his gut and tended to it, letting it grow and burn, until it either made him walk out the room or explode. Today’s Nathan lunges forward, pins Wade to the pillows and savages him with an unstoppable series of kisses down the side of his neck. Right where Wade loves it the most.
“Old, am I?” he says, while Wade wriggles and pleads for mercy. “Forgetful, huh?”
It’s wonderful, how quickly Wade works up the most demanding erection beneath him. Only then does Nathan pull away and smirk triumphantly at Wade, while he keeps their hips pressed tightly together.
He looks, somehow, even better disheveled. With his mouth open, his chest heaving, and his eyes bright. And Wade’s not the only one whose body has something to say about this – Nathan’s cock is like a heavy bar of heat, squeezed against Wade’s navel.
Wade lifts one finger up between them. “Touché.” He lifts his hips against Nathans, wiggling experimentally until they both moan. Nathan can feel himself getting harder, grinding down against Wade’s deliciously textured skin, and it’s funny to him how obviously that’s turning off all Wade’s higher brain function. The snark goes right out the window as Wade focuses on getting more contact to his dick, and when Nathan shifts so they can frot together, Wade whines, high and desperate.
“Okay, okay,” Wade whimpers, shoving at Nathan’s shoulders even as he’s pushing their hips together as tight as he can manage. “I’ll take it back if you swear you’re gonna get me off this time. You spent the whole shower teasing me, I deserve to cum, I earned it. C’mon.”
Laughing, Nathan settles his weight over Wade, holding him still so he can’t wriggle his way to completion without Nathan allowing it. “Take what back,” he asks blandly, enjoying the sight of Wade's face going red in mottled patches as he tries to get more contact to his dick and simply can’t. Nathan’s too big, too strong; Wade can’t move if Nathan doesn’t allow it.
It’s very satisfying.
“Oh my Christ,” Wade bursts out after a few seconds, slapping Nathan’s shoulder. “You did not already forget the burning insult that got me in this position.”
“No idea what you’re talking about,” Nathan says, having forgotten nothing, while schooling his expression into the blandest neutrality. “I just like torturing you. That's why I brought you out here, you know, so far from all the city noise. Nobody to hear you whine and scream.”
Groaning, shoving at Nathan’s shoulders with enough strength that Nathan actually has to focus on not reflexively allowing himself to be moved, Wade looks desperate. It’s always a good look on him. Nathan wonders, briefly, if any other Wade’s current customers ever get to see him like this, so needy, so tense. He hopes so; it’s one of the best looks Wade has, and he knows how vain Wade is when it comes to his work.
“You are young, ” Wade snarls, “You are golden, you are the gift of middle age! Now get your heavy brick-ass ass offa me and make me come!”
That startles a laugh out of Nathan, and just like that he’s rolling to the side, rolling off of Wade and onto the bed beside him, no longer pinning, no longer dominating. Laying next to each other like this, clean from the shower and naked, Nathan can look his fill and touch as much as he wants, and being relaxed enough to find himself laughing so much is just a bonus. Wade, of course, tries to look dignified and pissed off to not be getting what he wants, but Nathan can see the laughter in his eyes. After a few seconds, Wade’s giggling right along with him, pressing close and trying to wiggle his way to getting Nathan’s hand on his dick.
It feels good, like this; to be relaxed enough to just laugh together, to lay around naked without having to be constantly fucking. The way they can play with each other now, tease and enjoy one another, feels better than the eternal starving they’d started out with. The attraction is no less, but the need to self consciously grab and distract and indulge is gone, and this feels… healthier, safer. Better.
Not needing to speak, they both roll onto their sides, on even footing now, and kiss. Wade's fingers curl against Nathan’s jaw, then slide back and up into his hair. Wade is fixated on Nathan’s hair, thinks it’s unfair and unjust that a man so much older than he is should have such thick, healthy hair while he’s completely bald. It’s one of those play arguments Nathan finds endlessly funny and endearing, Wade’s ire entirely manufactured and largely complementary.
Kisses go from sweet to lingering, becoming steamy and open as Wade arches into Nathan’s space. Wade’s skin is still damp from the shower in several places, never as thorough with a towel as Nathan would be; Nathan’s fingers stumble over these damp spots, filling his hands up with the taut, firm lines of muscle that run all through Wade’s body. The man is ruthless about keeping himself in shape, though you’d never guess it from some of the shit he eats.
Nathan won’t have it said he’s unappreciative though. Wade’s hot beyond Nathan’s ability to describe, and Wade’s weird exercise routines and parkour bullshit are at least partially to thank. Genetics, too, Nathan would assume, but hell, if anybody knows about not wanting to give too much credit to their genes, it’s Nathan.
He gets a generous double handful of Wade’s ass and squeezes, careful not to let his prosthetic clench too hard. The resulting gasp gives him room to push his tongue into Wade’s mouth, and any sense of finesse vanishes from thereon out. Wade clutches at his hair and rubs at his neck, grinding their bodies together as they kiss wet and messy. Nathan can feel how wet Wade’s dick is getting, smearing precum against his belly, and the sensation only serves to make him hotter. He wants more, but he doesn’t want to stop this.
Finally, unable to help himself, Nathan curls a hand around Wade’s cock. Nathan’s been with a lot of men over the years, but he’s never seen a cock like Wade’s, so scarred and angry-red. Even when he’s soft, Wade’s cock looks uncomfortably tight in its skin, and when he’s hard it almost seems sure to split. The scar tissue makes Wade feel extra firm in Nathan’s hand, and the texture is indescribable. Nathan’s always enjoyed getting fucked, but it’s a special treat when he gets Wade inside him.
“I’ve been thinking a lot,” he says, pressing his next kiss almost chastely to the side of Wade’s mouth when the younger man gasps. “I know we’ve been doing this a few years now, but I can’t imagine my life without you, I really can’t.”
He kisses Wade’s jaw and Wade breathes some soft acquiescence, a garble of yeah, yes, uh huh as he drops his head back and gives Nathan access to his throat. He’s always been easy that way and he’s only gotten easier, honestly. The more he trusts Nathan the more of a slutty bottom he turns out to be. Nathan’s not complaining.
Krakoan summers are hot and sticky, and soon Wade’s skin will taste of sweat and exertion, but for now he tastes clean, like skin and faint traces of soap. Nathan likes having his mouth on Wade, anywhere he can manage really; he likes how warm Wade is under his lips, how responsive he is to every clip and graze of teeth. He likes that, scarred and crowded though Wade’s skin already is, there’s always a place for him to leave his own mark.
And Wade lets him, yes, he likes that, too. Wade encourages it, breathy little noises of pleasure egging Nathan on until he’s sucking bruises into the column of Wade’s throat that will be impossible to hide. They have people to meet tomorrow, first impressions to make, and Nathan doesn’t quite have it in him to care. If his family judges them over a few love bites, that’s their problem to get over, not his.
It is a love bite , what he’s leaving.
Love, what a tricky thing. He’d been certain he was in love with Aliya all those years ago, but look how that had broken, and afterwards he’d told himself alone was better than messing with something so imprecise and impossible to understand. Finding Wade had been a chance encounter, but the way they’d hit it off felt like more, and Nathan didn’t think he’d ever be able to articulate that to his own satisfaction.
Wade fit him, the way one of Moretti’s finely tailored suits fit. Wade was jagged and rough in all the same ways Nathan was, and though they acted out in opposite ways, and argued endlessly about little things that never mattered in the first place, those broken places in them somehow fit together just right.
Or at least, for Nathan they did. He’s been thinking about this a lot, but getting the words out of his head and into the air between them was harder to accomplish than he’d ever have thought.
He bites over Wade’s pulsepoint just to feel Wade seize against him, blunt nails digging into his shoulders as he squeezes Wade’s cock and kisses at the mark. That he is in love with Wade seems so obvious he feels almost belligerent about admitting it – he’d confessed in a hundred little ways already, a thousand gestures adding up to the same spoken words.
But of course, that’s unfair. Wade can’t read his mind, and falling in love with the idea of a man was different from falling in love with a person you were actually invited to get to know. What Nathan felt now was different, stronger and more intense, more secure, than what he’d felt two years ago, expecting Wade to tell him he never wanted to see him again.
He’s been in love with Wade for a long time, but he understands that the love he feels for Wade now is a different kind of love than the obsessive, grasping, possessive love he’d felt when they first met. He understands Wade as a person a lot better, and knows Wade understands him better too.
“I love you,” He breathes, chest squeezing around his heart in something like fear. It’s not so much that he fears Wade will reject him now, spurn him or laugh at him, but more that the admission is a vulnerability he can’t hide away again.
“What,” Wade gasps, and Nathan can’t help the panic that twists in him; he buries his face against Wade’s shoulder as if he can hide the burning of his face against Wade’s clean, marred skin. “No, no, what? ”
Wade’s fingers in his hair become insistent and he tugs Nathan up, looking at him with warm, amused eyes.
“I thought we were playing this hyper butch,” he says, and then he’s grinning, that impossibly wide and sunny expression that makes Nathan feel head over heels all over again. “You’re telling me this like it’s news. I know you love me; I love you too. I’ll tell you what else, Natey-pie, I’ll love you even more if you’d do more with that hand on my dick than just holding it .”
It’s impossible to catch Wade by surprise, or keep him off guard for long. Nathan kisses him, lingering and open and full of all the promise he can put in it, and finally rolls his wrist, holding Wade just the exciting side of painfully tight as he starts to jack him slow and sure.
He can tell he’s giving Wade just what he wants when Wade breaks the kiss with a soft little wail, sinking against the pillows and pushing Nathan downward.This is easier than talking, for sure, and miles easier than making a confession about love. Showing Wade how he feels has always been easier than trying to say, though he still thinks it’s important for both of them to hear it sometimes.
“I love you,” he says again, before he bites down on Wade’s nipple; and again he says it as he slips down the big bed and between Wade’s thighs, kissing along the flat planes of Wade’s stomach. It’s like a mantra this way, a prayer spoken to the temple of Wade’s body, I love you murmured before each press of his lips.
Sucking the leaking tip of Wade’s cock into his mouth makes Wade yelp, clutching at his hair and calling him the sappiest cocksucker he ever met. Nathan tongues Wade’s foreskin and teases his frenulum, letting himself be wet and sloppy so the excess wet eases the motion of his hand on Wade’s cock.
“Shoulda kept you in Cleveland,” Wade’s babbling. “Shoulda brought you on the road. Mouth like yours, goddamn, we coulda been rich. Jesus, classify that hole as a weapon. And I’m an expert in both, both types of weapons, Nathan, real and metaphorical, so I would know, and I’m telling youuuu~”
Taking his hand away and swallowing Wade to the root does what making out with the head of his cock could not: it shuts Wade up. Nathan holds Wade’s hips to the mattress and swallows wetly around him, gagging, drawing back for air and then sinking down immediately to try again. Wade makes a noise like he’s dying, digging his fingers into Nathan’s scalp and very obviously trying to not move otherwise; it’s adorably polite for someone who so often goes out of his way to be as crude as possible.
“If I let you cum in my mouth, do you think you can get it up again later?”
His voice is marvelously rough when he pulls off to ask the question. Wade is breathless and dazed looking down at him, but he grins wide and sunny.
“Stranger miracles have occurred in tamer romance novels,” he says brightly, and Nathan rolls his eyes, getting back to work.
Now that he knows he’s welcome, Wade holds Nathan’s hair just a shade tighter than is comfortable, thrusting in shaky, shallow rocks of his hips. Nathan remains where Wade wants him for a little while, letting the younger man just mindlessly chase what feels good, until his lips are numb and an ache is beginning to set in his jaw. He’s got other plans for tonight, and doesn’t want to get distracted sucking Wade’s cock for an hour.
He does love it though, the taste and feeling of Wade filling his mouth. Down here, Wade smells musky and strong, and Nathan’s nose is full of him, driving him on. Wade is leaking savoury salt on his tongue and driving against his soft palette, teasing into his throat, and the noises they make every time Nathan swallows around Wade’s thrusting cock is obscene.
When Wade cums, he freezes, not sinking any further into Nathan’s mouth or trying to pull out, simply locking in place with a desperate noise, leaving Nathan to support his hips and suck him dry. He relishes swallowing Wade’s cum, a dirty treat he too often went without when they first started seeing each other because of Wade’s work status.
Now they just both tested frequently, and Nathan indulged in his proclivities without fear because he trusted Wade to keep himself safe and his tests up to date.
Groaning in over stimulated interest, Wade wriggles a little when Nathan hikes his hips up and folds him almost in half.
“Hungry, Nate,” he asks, as Nathan fills his hands with Wade’s ass and spreads him open. “You look like you see something worth eating.”
“Maybe. Hold this for me, would you,” Nathan says, pushing Wade’s thighs punishingly flush to his chest, so Wade wheezes out a breath and obligingly wraps his arms around his thighs. He’s gorgeous like this, at least to Nathan, with his knees pressed to his shoulders and his face red and straining just above his own spent dick. With a little focus and assistance, Nathan’s pretty sure Wade could put his own dick in his mouth, and that certainly would be something to see, but it’s not what they’re here for tonight.
He licks a broad stripe over Wade’s hole, enjoying the weak moan that gets from Wade. He eats the smaller man out like he’s starving, focused and eager, just the way Wade loves it. By this point, he knows all Wade’s preferences and tells, and if sex were still something he was looking at as a sort of competition, he’d know all the winning moves against this man.
But it’s not something to win or lose, it’s not a challenge and they’re not in competition. Nathan can use his knowledge of Wade’s body and its responses to him to just make Wade feel good, just keep him in this pliable, half-melted state of over-sensitive bliss.
Nathan likes being able to give that to Wade. Wade puts a lot of effort into making his clients comfortable and happy, into getting them off and giving them exactly the experience they want. Nathan has had the pleasure of being one of Wade’s clients, been treated to how exquisitely far Wade will bend himself over backward just to make someone else happy. Being able to give some of that back to Wade makes Nathan feel good too, like he’s treating Wade to something he doesn’t ordinarily get.
Wade whimpers and moans, clenching when Nathan sucks at his balls and purring the filthiest praise when he spits into Wade’s hole and licks in deep. He’s so reactive, Nathan sometimes even now catches himself wondering if it’s not at least partially an act, but if it is, then so what. Call him a fool, call them both fools; he loves Wade too much to care if he’s putting on a habitual mask when they fuck, so long as Wade is enjoying himself too.
“You look so good down there,” Wade groans, and when Nathan looks up he can see Wade’s fingers are gripping so tight against the backs of his thighs he’s almost certainly going to have bruises later. “If you don’t fuck me soon I’m gonna have to assume you’ve lost the plot, though.”
That makes Nathan laugh, but he doesn’t stop. He bites at Wade’s cheek, then eases one of his thighs down over his own shoulder, freeing Wade’s hand. Wae huffs gratefully, roping his other leg abruptly and promptly using his newfound leverage to ride back against Nathan’s mouth, panting some desperate noise as he goes. He’s not quite hard again, but he’s close, more than halfway, and that’s an achievement for which Nathan is proud.
“Grab the lube off the table, baby,” Nathan says, voice slightly slurred against Wade’s uneven skin, smirking at the way Wade flops against the pillows and whines loudly at the request he put in even the slightest effort. “It’s not far, I'm not going anywhere.”
As if to prove it, Nathan spits again, laving his tongue over the wet and enjoying the way Wade squeals when he presses a blunt prosthetic thumb against his hole.
“Fancy hand, I get the fancy hand,” Wade babbles, shimmying on the bed and twisting awkwardly toward the bedside table with the pump bottle of lube on it. Nathan makes it his job to make Wade’s task as difficult as possible, teasing him with his mouth and fingers so Wade is gasping and fumbling through the entire process.
But eventually, the bottle makes its way to Nathan, passed from trembling hands into his own, and he doesn’t waste any more time teasing. Wade’s already been teased enough, he thinks, at least for now – and, selfishly, he’s eager to get inside Wade, as soon as possible.
Relaxed and pliant from Nathan’s mouth, Wade takes Nathan’s fingers easily. His fascination with the prosthetic is something Nathan can’t quite understand, but he understands well enough that it’s something Wade’s really into, and it doesn’t cause him any distress to give it.
Lubing up, Nathan slicks Wade with one, then two fingers, scissoring and stretching the mechanical digits carefully. The lilting cry of Wade’s moan is some kind of aphrodisiac, Nathan thinks, and it’s not out of need but rather greed that he stuffs a third finger in alongside the other two, making Wade groan like he’s been shot. Nathan can’t feel much like this, but the sight is certainly something, Wade stretched around unyielding metal, rim red and shiny with slick.
When Nathan pushes in as far as he can, folding his pinky against Wade’s skin and rubbing his thumb against Wade’s taint, Wade screams for him, a wail of pure desperate lust, and that’s really all Nathan can take. He rolls Wade onto his side, hiking up one leg so he has the absolutely perfect view of his cock bullying into that slick, stretched open hole, and he slides into Wade in one long, sure move.
“Oh fuck,” Wae groans, arching back and pressing his face against the pillows. “Shit, Nathan, you sure know how to show a girl a good time.”
There’s never been so much laughter in the bedroom as there is with Wade around, and Nathan laughs now, catching his breath as he lets Wade get used to the feeling of his cock for a moment. A moment is all he can spare though, and likely all Wade wants; the sweet tightness is too good to resist and he’s quick to start thrusting, setting a fast, rough pace.
Again, just how Wade likes it.
He doesn’t try to hide how much he loves it, either; Wade never does. He’s vocal even when he tries to be quiet, even when he’s gagged, and Nathan takes the noise as the praise it’s meant to be. When Nathan curls close and mouths at Wade’s skin, Wade whines; when he wraps his lube-slick metal fingers around Wade’s cock, he moans high and breathy.
The room was already warm to start with and it’s hot now, both of them damp with sweat now. Wade has twisted back to dig his nails into Nathan’s hip, demanding he not stop.
And the truth is, this is exactly how Nathan likes it, too.
He doesn’t know when he stops thinking and becomes just Nathan fucking Wade. He doesn’t even spend time considering how the distinction might matter. He just is, for a moment that seems to stretch out in time.
A really fucking good moment in time.
And the crash he’s expecting – the one that even the Nathan who’s relatively-stable-attached to this relationship still fears in the back of his skull every now and then – comes, but–
They come. That’s all it is.
Wade cums with a rising shout, the mindless uh uh uh of his stuttered moaning drawn out into one long syllable that rings exquisitely in Nathan’s ears. Nathan’s orgasm is quieter but no less wonderful, the clench and heat of Wade’s body drawing him in so he spills as deep as he can get. Wade’s fingers never let up on Nathan’s hip, holding him like Wade can keep him there permanently, and Nathan can’t say he minds.
Stroking Wade through his orgasm is automatic, but he doesn’t realize he’s still jacking him into the mess he’s made all over Nathan’s hand until Wade whines and starts to tremble from overstimulation. By that point, he’s settling back into his own skin, still buried in Wade’s hot, messy hole.
He makes himself stop stroking Wade’s dick, slowly slipping back into his own mind more and more as Wade wolfs great gulps of air, laughing weakly between each breath.
They’ve fucked like this more times than Nathan can think to count, the position comfortable for both of them, the intensity something they both enjoy. Every time still feels just as good, just as unique, and they’ve never hit their orgasm so close together before. It doesn’t mean anything, not realistically, but Nathan basks in it like an achievement anyway, taking it as a win as he carefully pulls out of Wade and rolls onto his back.
Synchronized, timed together, complementing one another. They fit like they were always supposed to be doing this, and it’s the most natural thing in the world to wrap his arm around Wade’s shoulder as Wade turns to cuddle up into his space, holding him close.
“Didn’t see that in the movie,” Wade breathes with a little breathless chuckle, nosing against Nathan’s jaw. “Julia Roberts and What's-His-Name screaming mutual orgasm deleted scene Pretty Woman when?”
Nathan laughs; he can’t help it. In the safety of this place, the one house that’s ever felt anything like a home to him, now made complete with Wade at his side, it’s safe to laugh at even the stupidest jokes.
“Pretty sure that’s never gonna happen,” he says, craning his neck to get a kiss from the smaller man. “Anyway, I thought you hated that movie.”
Kissing him again, Wade laughs into Nathan’s mouth. “I hate that movie when it’s not happening to me,” he clarifies. His fingers are insistent enough that, despite the bad angle, Nathan holds his position and continues to kiss him. “You totally Pretty Woman’d me.”
“I did not,” Nathan says, though to be fair, if he ever saw the film at all, it was back in the 90s when the damn thing was relevant. “I never asked you to be anyone or anything other than who and what you wanted to be.”
“Tomatoes potatoes, Nathaniel,” Wade croons, rolling to straddle Nathan’s middle. He’s always far more energetic than Nathan could hope to compete with, and always recovers faster than Nathan can hope to keep up with. “You sugar daddied me, fell in love with me, and you love showing me off. You Pretty Woman’d me.”
Nathan makes a face but decides it’s better not to argue. Wade, he’s found over the course of the last few years, will argue about anything if he’s given half a chance, and Nathan’s not in the right frame of mind for sparring, physical or verbal.
“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” he says instead, pulling Wade down to kiss again. “You wanna grab another shower and try to get some sleep? Tomorrow’s going to be busy.”
Wade taps a finger against his lips, looking so pretty in half-silhouette Nathan almost feels dizzy. He always looks good, but there’s something about the warm light glowing behind him, casting his face in semi-shadow, that makes him ethereal. “Only if I get to blow you in the shower.”
It feels good to be able to laugh so much.
“Yeah, Wade. That sounds perfect.”