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It’d been a few months since Logan and Wade had moved into the bigger place; more bedrooms, more overall space, just outside the city proper. Nate and Frank would be joining them when their lease was up in two more months, but Nate had been away for a real ‘Big Boy Job’ overseas as Wade liked to call it.
So it was strategic, that when he got back stateside, he came to see Wade immediately, only stopping by his place for a few hours to nab a nap and a shower, fancy ass teleporter tech making travel easy as pie these days. Strategic that Nate be allowed to help Wade christen each room in the new house, fully furnished in whatever fun and silly furniture Logan and Wade had picked up on the streets, dragging it to Al’s apartment so that they could store it in the basement slash laundry room for the time being, so that Logan could rent a box truck and the two of them could haul it all into the new house. Wade had paid cash for a ‘Fixer Upper’, something with six rooms, two and a half baths and a huge open kitchen, and Wade and Logan had spent a good chunk of the first two months still sleeping on Al’s couch because the ceiling in the new place leaked like a motherfucker.
So yeah, Wade knew Logan would be home soon when he’d convinced Nate to fuck him on the kitchen table, mismatched chairs scattered here and there while Nate pins him face down on the surface of the hardwood, mashes his face harsh into the table with his metal hand and grips his hands behind his back with the other. The strategerie is real and alive, and Wade is working everything in his power to get Logan to nut up and fuck him. Telekinetic hands slide his shorts and boxers down, fiddle with Nate’s belt for a moment while Nate berates the merc.
“You dumb slut. You couldn’t even wait for a day before begging me to come over and fuck you, is that it? Too impatient to let a man get a meal—”
Wade squawks from the table, “I said I’d make dinner—”
“Too impatient to give me a full twenty four hours, you needed your Daddy’s dick in you that badly, hmm?” Wade feels a TK finger slide through the folds of his pussy, pressing gently and then slipping away, and can’t help but moan and press back as much as he can into the sensation. Nate leans down and ghosts a kiss over Wade’s ear, whispering, “Where’s your boyfriend? Hmm? He too busy with life to fuck you like you need? That’s okay baby, I’m here now.”
And the thing of it is, Nate could be talking about Frank, but Wade knows that Nate means Logan, and he can feel himself dripping as Nate swaps his physical hold on Wade for TK— Feels Nate kneel down behind him and press a kiss to his ass, before swiping his tongue through the folds of his cunt. It isn’t enough, and Wade would rock back into Nate’s face if he could, but the telekinesis holds fast, pinning him in place with little room to do more than wiggle his hips.
Nate places another kiss on the juncture of his thigh, before biting harshly at one ass cheek, “NateNateNaaaate— C’mon Nate just put it innnn. I’ve been so good”
Wade hears Nathan chuckle behind him and he swats once at Wade’s pussy, big hand enveloping the whole thing before he stands up to walk to the fridge and pull out a beer, “Now Sweetheart, we both know that’s not what you’re supposed to call me.”
Wade squirms hard against Nate leaning his hip across his bare ass as he cracks the beer bottle open with his metal hand, “Did you— Did you open it with the—”
Nate laughs at that, Wade is very clear in his obsession with Nate’s infection. He sips his beer slowly while he fingers Wade without raising a hand, and Wade gets more and more frantic as the not-quite-there hands roam his body, teasing at his nipples even pressed up against the hard surface of the table, pinching at his stubby little cock between his legs, and playing lightly with the pucker at his asshole.
Nate plonks the beer down right in front of Wade’s face, and leans over him once more to brush a kiss on his eyebrow, before leaning back and sticking his thumb, cold and wet from condensation into Wade’s asshole.
Wade blue screens, the stretch just this side of too dry and uncomfortable— Nate’s fingers are thick, but Nate shuffles close in behind him to spit wetly onto his ass, and sticks his flesh thumb in along with it, “Y’know I could just fuck your ass and leave you, I don’t think you’d be able to get off like that. And if you can’t call me my name, I don’t think you deserve having me fuck your pussy full of my come. So what do you say?”
Wade’s gotta piss, has since he called Nate and asked him over, and he tries to shuffle his legs closer, but it’s like his feet are glued in place, so what he actually ends up doing is flexing his thighs and clenching his asshole tight around the intrusion, causing Nate to chuckle again, “M’Actually a big fan of fucking around and finding out so—”
Nate takes one hand back and away, before pressing it into the middle of Wade’s back and cutting off his air supply by leaning harshly against him, “You’re gonna act like you didn’t just beg me to put it in? Come on, Wilson. You’ve fucked around, wouldn’t it just be easier on yourself to find out what nice thing I’ll do to you if you just call me what you’re supposed to?”
And Nate’s not mean, not really, so he lets Wade think about it, lets the gears whir and turn in his head long enough to form the words he wants to hear, before letting up so that Wade can gasp a breath. Wade’s a brat, but he’s an easy brat, “Put it innn daddy, you have to put it in, I’m fucking dying here please put it in me… Daddy, please—”
“That’s my girl.”
Wade isn’t begging for long, as Nate pulls himself from his pants and lines himself up with Wade, he presses a telekinetic hand along Wade’s guts just to make him clench and squirm on Nate’s cock. He keeps one thumb inside Wade’s ass, uses his grip with one big hand to wrap around Wade’s ass cheek and pull Wade further onto his cock. It’s only a little mean that Nate grabs his beer and takes a swig before setting it down to press Wade’s head into the table again. Wade feels the TO release him everywhere except his hands and he tries to ratchet up off the table, but Nate holds him easy and fucks even further into him.
“Be still, or I’ll tie you up and leave you here and go play with Frank.” Wade groans, tries to press his hips into Nate, but he feels himself being forced to still anyway. Nate never gives him what he doesn’t need or want. Wade doesn’t hear himself babbling until it’s out of his mouth, but as Nate finally presses the rest of the way in, he realizes he’s opened his mouth and been nearly shouting.
“NateNateNate fuck fuck oh fuck, I might pee, jesus christ this is— Naaate fuck let me up this is somean I just need to—” Nate pulls out and Wade lets out the saddest, most pathetic noise known to man, “Putt it baaaack, come on I was so good, I’ll be even better… Put it back Nate, Daddy, please, fuck me—”
When Nate jams as much of his hand that can fit into Wade’s mouth to shut him up Wade immediately starts to suck on his fingers, two big thick metal digits, and Wade lets his eyes fall closed as he’s wrapped in a cacophony of hands touching him everywhere once again. There’s some kind of hot pressure on his clit, a thumb in his asshole, fingers in his mouth, a hand grasping his wrists and keeping his arms together behind his back, as well as thick fingers petting along the insides of his sensitive thighs and along his lower belly — That one keeps pressing in, going slow but pressing harder and harder each time.
When Nate finally thrusts in again he bottoms out hard and fast, jolts Wade’s face against the surface of the table, and that’s the pace he sets, hard and fast and touching Wade everywhere he can. Wade can feel it when Nate sets his feet and starts thrusting hard, really lets Wade have everything he’s been holding back lately. Wade releases a string of half formed words, really garbles them out around Nate’s fingers, and Wade thinks he hears himself say a few ‘Please’s and a couple ‘fuck’s but he can’t be sure what all he’s said.
Wade floats, lets Nate do whatever he wants to him, and drools all over the table in a puddle that he starts to breathe in a little with his nose pressed down against the table like it is. It’s only when Nate stops and pulls his hand back out of Wade’s mouth that he’s given the wiggle room to move a bit, and he hears the fridge open.
Wade tries to roll his head over to look, but he can’t quite, and Nate’s fat cock is tucked throbbing inside of his pussy still, driving Wade a little crazy.
“If you’re gonna drink up my beers you can start payin’ for them.” Logan’s growl is low and comes from over by the dishwasher, and Wade finally gets his head turned over to the other side of the table to grin, face covered in spit and sweat, at Logan. He’s standing there, hip braced against the counter, as he cracks the bottle open on the edge of the counter he looks down at Wade and nods at him once before looking back at Nate.
When Wade opens his mouth to speak he has to flex his jaw a little, having had to close it to turn over and look at Logan, he wasn’t sure what he’d find when he did.
“Wade can pay for that.” Nate is dismissive, and goes right back in to fucking Wade while Logan stands there in the room.
Wade opens his mouth again, clenches his hands around air and makes eye contact with Logan— Well he looks at Logan’s face, the other man is seemingly locked on to something behind Wade, and then Nate’s plowing into Wade with such a ferocity that Wade can feel the table scooting slightly every time he fucks in.
“Hhh—Logie if you com—Come a little closer I can help you… ouut with what y're packin’” Wade slurs into the table, eyes half closed but still locked on to where Logan is bricked up in his jeans across the room, “C’mon— I’ll make it— So good, hgn… Tell him, Daddy—”
Nate picks up the beer from the table and takes a swig before setting it down again, “He will. He’s always good, you should try him out sometime. Don’t tell him I said that, or it’ll go to his head.”
Wade groans when the pressure on his bladder ekes into somewhat painful, turns his face open-mouthed to the table to pant harshly, and the hands that are everywhere and nowhere all at once lock in to pinch and prod and press at Wade all over again. He feels boxed in, trapped in a hellish heaven of his own making, because he loves this— And loves and hates not being able to move. Nate fucks into him ever harder, fucks him so hard that his feet are barely touching the floor with how far up onto the table Wade has been pressed, feet on his tippiest of toes.
“You ever consider shuttin’ him up with all that hocus pocus?” Wade floats, hears the conversation over the slap of their hips, his own groans and gasps, the slick wet noises from his leaking pussy being pounded into the table, and he can pick out little bits of what they’re saying but can’t quite think hard enough to come up with something useful to add to the conversation.
“Call it what you want, but it’s damn effective. Wear his ass out a little and you’ll get a little peace after.”
Wade lifts his head as much as he possibly can, to say something snarky or to plead for more, he doesn’t know, and Nate must notice immediately because he uses the tips of his fingers to shove Wade’s face back down into the drool-covered table, and he moans.
“That a fact?” Wade can barely breathe, there’s a pressure on his back that makes him think that Nate’s actually holding him down for real, not just his TK, but he can’t be sure. His brain feels like it’s drifting, the only thing he can focus on is the slap of Nate’s balls on his body, and the hard press of his cock inside his pussy.
“Nnnnate… m’gonna pee… you gotta let me up I’m gonna pee—” He barely recognizes the low moan from his own lips, breaths staggered just enough to let him get the air to beg, “Pleasepleaseplease Daddy—”
“So piss, pretty girl. No one’s stopping you,” He hears it and groans, because Nate finally is talking to him again, except— “He’s had a rough couple of days, so when he gets like this you really should wear him down. It’s just more efficient like this.”
“And he likes that? What you just called him?” Wade hears Nate chuckle, and his arms are jostled roughly behind his back.
“Baby girl, how’re you feeling?”
“Gnhhh—” Wade can barely form a sentence, opens his mouth to quote the ‘million dollars Danny’ meme, but he feels like a smear of really, really pleasant roadkill right now. His bladder is full, his pussy is being fucked harshly, and he’s being pinched and prodded by a million hands, his nipples are being tugged to the point where they might start leaking at any moment and all he can think is that this could be so much better if Logan would put his dick in Wade’s mouth, “Ssssuck y’off fer a dollar Log—”
“I’d say he loves it, but you can probably tell how much by now. He’s serious, though. Makes it all sound like a joke but he’d love to get ‘double stuffed’.” Wade feels a smattering of pride at Nate’s ability to pick the phrase out of his head, before he gets swatted on the ass a few times in rapid succession, “Don’t get smart with me, you stupid girl. Bright Lady, you make one comment and suddenly he thinks he’s in charge. Sometimes you gotta fuck the attitude out of him so that he acts right.”
Wade wants to cross his legs, wants to shrink up into a ball, and he wants to reach out and touch Logan, but he’s so far away, still standing there by the dishwasher with his elbow on the counter and an eyebrow raised in Wade’s direction. And then the thought is pulled from his mind because Nate’s got his metal hand wrapped around Wade to pinch and pull at his clit, a real solid hand on it so much firmer and warmer than the TK hands from before.
He can’t help but gasp and squirm, wriggling as much as he can, until he’s barely got any of his toes touching the floor, trying to get closer, get fucked harder, get something more than the ever pressing, incessant pressure on his stomach. He tries to arch his back, but there’s Nate, blocking the way. He tries to wiggle forward, but there’s just more table, and when he tries to scoot back again he feels Nate still inside him, coming to a stop and not quite breathing heavy in his ear. Suddenly he can think clear enough to parse a thought again.
“Don’t you wanna let it out, baby girl? If you piss, I’ll let you come.” And fuck, if that’s not the most compelling thing anyone’s ever said. But that’s not the game. The game is to try not to piss on the brand new tile that Logan and Wade laid just last week, the game is to try and get Logan to put his dick in Wade’s mouth and they can all move on from there.
Wade keens, pulls his chin to his chest and sobs a little as Nate starts fucking into him again, “Th—The tiles—”
A cool sensation on the top of his head makes Wade pause, and he tilts his head back towards Logan, who is standing close enough to run his fingers over the swell of Wade’s skull.
“‘F you let it out you’ll feel a lot better, bub.” He runs one knuckle down Wade’s cheek, through the drool and snot clinging to his face, and tucks the knuckle in between Wade’s lips, lets it rest there while he stands over Wade, encouraging him to piss all over his new floor. His voice is a low timbre, and Wade full body shivers at the closeness, bites down with the gentlest pressure on Logan’s knuckle while tears fall lightly from his eyes, “C’mon handsome. Relax, your daddy’s gonna take care of you.”
He feels Nate’s cock twitch at that, clenches down hard, tries one last valiant attempt at fighting back against the pressure on his guts, and then the damn breaks; He pisses all over himself. Nate fucks him through it, Logan pets the back of his head and the two over top of him whisper praises. Nate’s hand dips into the stream and back up to Wade’s clit, pinches at it between two fingers before rubbing it gently.
“That’s my girl, hmm? Doesn’t that feel better?” Nate fucks him through it, piss getting all over both of their legs, Nate’s hand, and soaking through their pants to puddle on the floor by Wade’s bare toes, “Shh, I’ll make you come now, good girl.”
Wade whimpers when Logan brushes a tear away from his cheek and grins down at him, “Wasn’t so bad, huh?”
He shifts his hand, pulls it back from Wade’s mouth and pets gently over his head with the other.
Wade can’t help but groan, as finally the piss stream stops, and Nate picks the pace back up to brutally thrust into with all his strength. Nate’s half laying on Wade still, metal fingers still playing with Wade’s swollen pussy and clit, fingers dipping down to collect some of the slick wetness he finds as he stuffs his fingers in along side his cock and pull them back up to rub wetly at Wade’s clit again.
The relief of pissing must kickstart Wade’s orgasm, because he feels himself tensing rapid fire, and he crams his face down into the table to hide as the table jostles so hard Nate’s beer almost topples over— Wade doesn’t see it, but Logan snatches it up so that the man getting railed in front of him doesn’t end up with a face full of half-warm beer.
“NateNateNatefuck Nathan—” Wade whites out, feels his legs curl up harsh behind him as he squirts, has half a thought that this table is really sturdy, and then he’s gone, coming hard enough to pour like a faucet into the mess at their feet. He feels hot and cold, like his stomach bottoms out, like all the hands have stopped hurting and are just there for him feel pleasure everywhere all at once.
It takes several minutes for Wade to come back online, he’s been cleaned up, wrapped in some comfy clothes, sat on the couch between Nate and Logan who are watching some fuckass documentary while Wade shivers and twitches in between them. When Wade tries to speak it comes out like a croak, in Nates armpit where his face is snuggled.
Logan sits forward, snatches something off the coffee table and passes it to Nathan, who holds a cool bottle of water up to Wade’s lips and lets him have a few sips. He lets Nate know he’s done by turning his face even further into the musky armpit he’s been so pleasantly deposited.
“I told you, damn effective.” Logan makes a noncommittal noise and Wade tries to tuck his feet up on the couch but cant quite get them up over the edge, so Logan reaches down and hauls them up, tucks them under his warm thigh. He keeps his hand on Wade’s ankle, and it feels nice that he’s left it there.
Wade doesn’t say much the rest of the night, floats quietly in the comfortable space, and they order a few pizzas before Nate has to go home for the evening. It takes a few minutes, but Nate gets Wade settled into bed and sleeping, and then he’s out the door. He doesn’t spare a second glance at Logan, who hovers over Wade almost purposefully until the other man leaves. Logan fucks off to where ever, be it his bedroom or the living room, leaving Wade asleep and blissfully unaware of the building tension between the two men. It’s all strategic.