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Nate is startled awake by the rattling of his phone on his bedside table. It vibrates violently until he slings an arm over and grabs it with a groan. The screen flashes on, blinding him in the darkness of his room. He squints at the phone.
Wade
Calling
Answer - Dismiss
Nate doesn’t hesitate as he hits ‘dismiss’. He rolls over and is just about to drift off again...
Until his phone pings.
He curses under his breath and is unsurprised at the name in his notifications. What is surprising is that Wade had called him three times at an interval of barely two minutes and sent him a lot of incomprehensible shit (‘they’re called memes , Nate, and they’re contemporary art !’) as well as one single text.
01:47am
you asleep?
Nate exhales forcefully through his nose before typing out his reply.
01:49am
not anymore. thanks to you.
01:49am
wanna punish me for it? 👀
What the fuck.
01:50am
No, I want you to tell me why you’re harassing me in the middle of the night.
Sure, Wade harasses him all the time. It’s as if his brain was linked to his keyboard and translated all of his thoughts into texts, making a continuous flow of batshit commentary about his day-to-day life.
But something about this particular time has set the mutant on edge. Who even calls these days? Wade’s never been that weird.
And he once texted him high on coke and novocaine.
…
Nate stares at the bubble as the merc apparently struggles to find an answer; he keeps stopping and starting his typing. It’s equally frustrating as it is worrying, and it only worsens when he finally receives the response.
01:53am
lonely
“You gotta be kidding me,” Nate sighs, looking up at the ceiling as he lets his arm drop on the mattress.
01:54am
I told you to contact me in case of emergency only.
01:54am
oh it IS an emergency
you know what I’m capable of when I’m bored
I could blow up a restaurant for shits and giggles
01:55am
Wait no!! A popcorn factory!! just- i ma g i n e
01:55am
Wade .
01:56am
oof. literally heard that one in my brain. did you use telepathy?
01:56am
no, you’re too far away.
01:57am
… so that means you tried…
The mutant winces.
01:57am
I was worried. I reached out on reflex. Wouldn’t work on you anyway.
There’s a pause long enough to make Nate wonder if he actually made the merc speechless. Or if he just got distracted and forgot to reply, which happens way too often for his liking.
02:00am
such a shame
there’s plenty of things we could do long distance tho
Nate frowns. It’s getting harder and harder for him to keep his eyes open.
02:01am
like what?
02:02am
ask me what I’m doing
“Jesus,” Nate grumbles to himself as he decides to indulge him for some reason. He always does.
02:02am
what are you doing?
02:03am
✊🏻🍆💦
Nate stares at the emojis for a while, trying to make sense of them. In vain.
02:03am
words. use’em.
02:04am
😩💓
Wish you said that in a different context
02:04am
?
He receives a picture and everything becomes clear. To anyone else, it would have been repulsive, but it just sends a bolt of arousal down Nate’s spine.
It’s Wade’s cock, peeking out of yellow, lace panties, a bead of precum at the top.
02:07am
jesus wade
He’s wide awake, now, as is a very specific part of his anatomy.
02:07am
no caps or punctuation? 😏 did I hit a nerve? 😏
Cable huffs amusedly and considers whether he should be truthful or not. He chooses the first option.
02:08am
you did.
There’s a pause.
02:09am
daaamn you’re even more fucked up than I thought
and that says a lot coming from me
Nate knows better than to feel offended; it’s just the merc’s insecurities expressing themselves at the worst possible time.
He needs to think fast before Wade lets them win and decides to call whatever this is off. Wade has flirted with him before, but never in private, and it’s a chance the mutant just can’t let go.
02:10am
did you text me just to whine about your appearance or
did you want me to help you with this little “problem” of yours?
He imagines the merc calling him a lot of colorful names. Rightfully so. But Nate is tired and impatient, his hand already palming at his cock through his underwear.
02:11am
yes
Nate smiles. It took him a whole minute just to type three letters. He must be doing it right.
02:12am
yes what?
02:12am
u know damn well what u haughty mutant messiah bich
Nate chuckles at the shortened words and typo. This is way funnier than he imagined.
He ups his game.
02:13am
look at you, reaching me in the middle of the night
because you can’t even jerk off on your own
Wade doesn’t reply. Nate carries on.
02:14am
you need someone to talk you down, don’t you?
tell you what a pitiful slut you are?
02:15am
fuck yea daddy please 😩💦💦💦
Nate rolls his eyes at the inappropriate pet name, smiling despite himself.
02:16am
are you touching yourself?
02:16am
yes 🙈
The admission goes straight to Nate’s dick. He pulls it out of his briefs and starts pumping it lazily with his free hand, picturing the merc doing the same, miles away.
02:17am
good.
don’t stop but don’t you dare come before I allow you to.
02:17am
ok
02:18am
that all? haven’t you forgotten something, kid?
02:19am
… ok daddy?
02:19am
good boy.
His phone pings as he receives another pic. It’s Wade’s scarred fingers, glistening wetly in the warm light of a bedside lamp out of frame.
02:19am
precum, lube or spit?
02:20am
all 3 baby
The next pic is the merc sucking on them, scarred lips closed tight around them. Nate chuckles breathlessly.
02:21am
you’re so gross.
He hesitates. Hits send.
02:22am
bet you’d beg me to come down your throat
swallow my load till the very the last drop
02:23am
YES pls use me
Nate closes his eyes and inhales deeply, taken aback by the sheer wave of arousal that hit him at these words. He pictures the merc on his knees, mouth open wide around his cock, looking up at him with tears running down his cheeks.
He picks up his pace.
02:24am
careful what you ask for
I just may take you up on that
02:24am
I’ve never been careful ONCE in my life and u fuckin know it
Nate shakes his head. It’s sadly true.
02:25am
well?
02:25am
what?
02:26am
Before Nate can ask what the fuck does this picture mean, he receives:
02:26am
I don’t get any dick pics?
Oh.
Nate takes a pic of his hard-on using the flash, flesh hand closed loosely around it, and sends it.
02:27am
holy
02:28am
FUK
A smirk stretches Nate’s lips. He’s aware that he’s well endowed compared to the average male; his previous partners have either loved or hated it.
02:29am
I’ve seen chimichangas thinner than ur dick
The mutant laughs out loud and groans when he reads the rest of the message.
I want it in me
02:30am
earn it
02:31am
I hate u
A fond smile stretches across Nate’s face, knowing it to be untrue, and perhaps it’s the exhaustion or the arousal but he replies before he can think it through,
02:31am
I don’t
Wade doesn’t reply for a while. Doesn’t even type, only the “online” status informing Nate that he’s still here. He stares at the screen with a frown, wondering what he did wrong. He doesn’t get any answer apart from:
02:35am
gtg gnight
The merc goes offline the instant Nate read the message. He reads it again before his brain finally processes what had just happened. Nate loses all desire to finish off, and doesn’t fall asleep until dawn, mulling over this mess of a conversation in his head.
What the hell was that?