call me loverboy

" i'm pregnant. "

Wade stifles the gasp-- and the excited, upward twitch of his lips-- in lieu of trying to be serious. This is the most awesome news in the history of fucking ever probably isn't the right thing to say when they haven't been planning this at all.

(But if they could have a family, if they could be together, if this means Aisling will be in Wade's life until death do them part and he can love her forever and ever amen--)

How can something like noodles be both salty and sweet? He doesn't know and maybe he'll ask later but as of right now, he's hungry. Cable leans back a bit in confusion when Wade offers him the noodles in the same way one would propose to someone. It throws him off a bit but he doesn't think twice before reaching a hand out and gently taking the container that was offered to him.

"Well." Wade clears his throat, deciding to do just that. The steam from the pad thai in his lap carries a scent so good it penetrates his mask, but Wade's appetite isn't quite as powerful as the curiosity Cable inspires him. "I'm glad you like it but, uh...

"I run a business and I make weapons for the military." Tony traces a small circle on Wade's skin. "What is it that you do?"

The night before was still fresh in Tony's mind and if he was honest he wouldn't trade the night he had with Wade for anything or anyone. Tony wasn't one to get attached to anyone, he liked his flings and liked it even more when others would fall over themselves to try and get a night with the playboy. Something about Wade made him stand out and Tony wasn't sure what it was, at least not yet.

This is dangerous-- mad, stupid dangerous. Tony's playing with him, Wade is sure of it, but he's falling for every damn thing he says anyway. He's starved for this, after all: the way Tony looks at him, the way Tony talks of spending the rest of the day with him, the way he teases him about another blowjob, which... yeah, he's definitely getting stiff thinking about it. God.

It's humiliating how desperately he wants to matter to someone. That Tony Stark could just be flirting the way he does with everyone is a moot point; Wade is starved for the way the man smiles at him, and stares shamelessly at his pretty mouth all the while.

Logan's not sure what's going through Blujay's and Wade's head, much less his own when the two conspire against him to get Logan to kiss Wade. He would've kissed the other.. Eventually, he just needed some kind of clairfication or a sign that the other wanted him to. He got the clairfication sooner than later and honestly he wasn't complaining.

Logan could smell the sexual tension between them and it just about almost drew him insane, which was another reason he moved out. If he could smell it he was sure others could smell it or at least feel it. When he first met Wade, he wanted nothing to do with the him and would rather die for nobody but himself, but spending more and moret time with him in the Void and when they got their anger out by fighting each other, it seemed to just bring them closer to each other to the point Logan would not only die with him, but for him too.

He feels Wade's hand slip to rest on Logan's waist, fingers curling slightly into the fabric of his shirt. When he feels Wade's mouth open and then feels his teeth on his lip he lets a low growl like noise escape him, it wasn't mean to be intimidating but more like a noise of approval or of pleasure.

When they part from the kiss, their foreheads are now presses against one anothers. He's only ever cared for two people, himself and Jean but with one dead and him gaining a small family, he can bump that up to three people; himself, Laura and now Wade. He opens his eyes he didn't realize he had shut, but when he looks at Wade, like really looks at him, he sees how much Wade cares for him.

Logan starts to loosen his grip on Wade's shirt but soon tightens it once more when he feels the other's hand on his thigh. He's not uncomfortable, he's just... Something. He can't find the right word for it. His ears seem to twitch a bit when Wade swallows and his throat clicks with it. His eyes soften a bit when Wade finally looks him in the eye.

There's a joke somewhere in Wade's mouth about how "pushing it, and by it I mean my dick" is the whole point of the exercise, but the press of Logan's lips to his silences every stupid thought that might have come out of him. This is all Wade ever wants, really-- affection, attention, something like love. He doesn't deserve it, but who gives a shit about any of that in the world of capitalism, anyway? To get something you have to take it, and so despite Logan's warning he presses in further, guiding the man's thigh to hook around his waist while his other hand cards through his hair.

They're like a couple of teenagers, making out on the couch like this. With Wade's hand supporting Logan's skull, he pushes him down until he's laying again, head against the cushions and body trapped beneath Wade's. As his tongue slides into Logan's mouth, he moans at the taste of him-- at the heat, the wetness, whatever it was he'd eaten that day.

The thought of asking permission comes and goes; if Logan doesn't want anything, he can always stab him about it anyway. Wade's the only person in the world who could heal from anything Logan did to him, and that's got to be some form of destiny.

Their kiss breaks with a wet noise, and as he looks down at the other man, Wade laughs. It's almost unbelievable having him here with him. Wade might have thought it was a dream if not for how warm it feels where their hips are pressed together.

"Logan, I..."

I really like you? Is that all you can come up with, Wilson? Is that not the most cliche bullshit ever?

"...you look real fucking nice when your lips are swollen."

Wade kisses him again, this time innocently.

"Sweetheart," Wade drawls, "you can talk facts to me whenever you god damn want."

The fact Steve's weight is so solid on his lap makes that even clearer. He isn't wrong, either-- Wade's thickening in his leathers, and the line of him rests shamelessly against Steve's muscled thigh.

"But only after we work on those manners."

He gives a light smack to the swell of Steve's ass.

"You're gonna wanna bend over my lap, baby boy. Knees on the cushions, ass up, arms and head on that pillow.