[Cable & Deadpool] Summers'son 8a
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rallamajoopRecent distractions notwithstanding, I have managed to get the penultimate chapter of Summers'son finished and off to the beta reader at long last, but given what a monster of word count and clarity issues it has grown into over the last few months, getting it over that last hurdle may take a little while yet. In the meantime, have yet another epilogue/mini-chapter I tossed out this week to wrap up one of the more glaring plot threads leftover from chapter 8. My beta-reader is not seeing this before it gets posted not so much because it couldn't possibly benefit from a second set of eyes as because I am relatively certain I already know exactly what she's going to say about it.
On his way back from the bathroom Nathan very nearly walks right into his closed bedroom door, and hesitates for a moment, confused. He's positive he'd left it open, there's no reason Wade would have bothered to shut it, and not a single open window or stray draft in the house that might explain it. But on the other hand this is the 21st century, not the 39th where there'd be good reason to treat a discrepancy as minor as a closed door with suspicion, and besides, he has more important things on his mind. Like exactly how, even in the wake of recent progress, he's going to get Wade over that last hurdle of his nerves about being seen...
This is exactly as far as he gets with that thought before he drops his hand from the doorknob and catches sight of the scene beyond, and everything whatsoever goes completely out of his head. The tableau holds like that, the both of them frozen to the spot, for several more seconds before Wade lets out a terrified squeak, drops all pretence of a casual lounge and grabs the corner of one of Nathan's sheets from behind him as if making to cover himself, which is so many kinds of not on that it catapults Nathan out of shock and into action on the spot.
“Don't you dare!” he shouts. With telekinesis he grabs the offending hand and forces it back down to the bed, leaving Wade flat on his back and quite breathtakingly open when Nathan all but pounces on top of him. His hands are actually shaking as he lays them on Wade’s skin – Wade who is lying naked on his bed. Smaller somehow than what he’d pictured beneath all those baggy shirts and sweaters, Wade's ridiculous metabolism has stripped away all but the last ounce of fat anywhere on his body. He's covered in same fascinatingly irregular bumps and ridges that ripple over his face and hands, but Nathan had never pictured the way they'd spread to follow lines of perfectly structured muscle and bone like an abstract exercise in pencil shading; never guessed just how it would feel to have that much of Wade's bare skin shivering under his hands, firm and warm and beautifully unique in a way that brings out a possessive streak he'd hardly known he had before Wade. How Wade could ever have imagined he could look at all this with disgust – it beggars belief.
“You...” he breathes, but he's got no idea how to finish that. He looks up from raking his eyes over that body to find Wade's eyes gone wider than he's ever seen them before, as much stunned as turned on; Nathan is far from the only one here feeling a little breathless.
“Good surprise?” Wade squeaks, and Nathan still has no idea how to finish his last statement let alone how he could possible do the answer to that question the justice it deserves. He settles for grinning in a manner that makes Wade swallow and his pupils dilate.
“I hope you're comfortable,” says Nathan, stripping his own shirt off over his head, “because we're going to be here a while.”
And that, of course, is the exact moment that Scott's car pulls up outside, home from work early for the first and only time in the last two months, which Nathan handles by tumbling clean off the bed with Wade and a small avalanche of bedclothes on top of him.
“How is this my life now?” he groans from the floor.
Wade curses and digs for his pants.
On his way back from the bathroom Nathan very nearly walks right into his closed bedroom door, and hesitates for a moment, confused. He's positive he'd left it open, there's no reason Wade would have bothered to shut it, and not a single open window or stray draft in the house that might explain it. But on the other hand this is the 21st century, not the 39th where there'd be good reason to treat a discrepancy as minor as a closed door with suspicion, and besides, he has more important things on his mind. Like exactly how, even in the wake of recent progress, he's going to get Wade over that last hurdle of his nerves about being seen...
This is exactly as far as he gets with that thought before he drops his hand from the doorknob and catches sight of the scene beyond, and everything whatsoever goes completely out of his head. The tableau holds like that, the both of them frozen to the spot, for several more seconds before Wade lets out a terrified squeak, drops all pretence of a casual lounge and grabs the corner of one of Nathan's sheets from behind him as if making to cover himself, which is so many kinds of not on that it catapults Nathan out of shock and into action on the spot.
“Don't you dare!” he shouts. With telekinesis he grabs the offending hand and forces it back down to the bed, leaving Wade flat on his back and quite breathtakingly open when Nathan all but pounces on top of him. His hands are actually shaking as he lays them on Wade’s skin – Wade who is lying naked on his bed. Smaller somehow than what he’d pictured beneath all those baggy shirts and sweaters, Wade's ridiculous metabolism has stripped away all but the last ounce of fat anywhere on his body. He's covered in same fascinatingly irregular bumps and ridges that ripple over his face and hands, but Nathan had never pictured the way they'd spread to follow lines of perfectly structured muscle and bone like an abstract exercise in pencil shading; never guessed just how it would feel to have that much of Wade's bare skin shivering under his hands, firm and warm and beautifully unique in a way that brings out a possessive streak he'd hardly known he had before Wade. How Wade could ever have imagined he could look at all this with disgust – it beggars belief.
“You...” he breathes, but he's got no idea how to finish that. He looks up from raking his eyes over that body to find Wade's eyes gone wider than he's ever seen them before, as much stunned as turned on; Nathan is far from the only one here feeling a little breathless.
“Good surprise?” Wade squeaks, and Nathan still has no idea how to finish his last statement let alone how he could possible do the answer to that question the justice it deserves. He settles for grinning in a manner that makes Wade swallow and his pupils dilate.
“I hope you're comfortable,” says Nathan, stripping his own shirt off over his head, “because we're going to be here a while.”
And that, of course, is the exact moment that Scott's car pulls up outside, home from work early for the first and only time in the last two months, which Nathan handles by tumbling clean off the bed with Wade and a small avalanche of bedclothes on top of him.
“How is this my life now?” he groans from the floor.
Wade curses and digs for his pants.
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Date: 2012-05-19 07:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-20 04:52 am (UTC)And that is why we love him so.Much more from this verse on the way too! *g*Or will be once my beta reader is speaking to me again.YOU ARE A HORRIBLE PERSON
Date: 2012-05-20 03:03 am (UTC)Gosh that icon is appropriate
Date: 2012-05-20 04:50 am (UTC)>:
Date: 2012-05-24 03:17 pm (UTC)Re: >:
Date: 2012-05-24 04:12 pm (UTC)Anyway, if the tag was created just to taunt you with, it would simply read 'shameless cop out'.
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Date: 2012-05-25 12:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-30 02:09 am (UTC)lesson learned, thoroughly learned with happy squee xD
and Scott unintentionally cock-blocking is actually freaking hilarious and IC that I really can't blame you....LOL
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Date: 2012-06-30 02:57 am (UTC)and Scott unintentionally cock-blocking is actually freaking hilarious and IC that I really can't blame you....LOL
I'm sure I've said it before, but writing about teens would not be nearly so much fun if things ever went smoothly for these poor kids. >D
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Date: 2012-07-03 04:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-04 09:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-03 09:17 pm (UTC)Loved this to bits, thank you!
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Date: 2012-07-05 03:57 am (UTC)