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[ Making David squirm is quickly becoming one of his favorite pastimes, although that will quickly ramp up into something else entirely the moment their lady of birch rods makes an appearance in their dreams.

This picture, featuring David's lopsided and reluctant smile will find a special place on Wade's memory wall, along with any others he manages to capture, but the one with him and David in the same frame will take center stage for reasons he can really only feel and not say. But in this moment, he can follow him up to his beautifully appointed apartment and immediately set about helping him out of his wet clothes. ]

Let's put some hot cocoa on and watch something festive!

[ Wade doesn't even get to his own boots, he just dives right in to the laces of David's sneakers, pulling them off only to ask: ]

How soaked did these get? Two socks in?

[ It doesn't really matter, not when he is so quick to peel off his shoe and any socks underneath, and then applying his super-heated hands to his soaked feet. ]

...Better?

Oh, yes please.

[David drops his jacket, delighted by how Wade seems to have taken his promise to warm David up quite literally, not that he'll will ever complain about being waited on hand and foot like this. He watches his boyfriend peel off his wet shoes and socks, leaning against the wall of his foyers with has hands pressed against the wall.]

Not too bad—ooh, oh my God, that's incredible.

[ Grinning back up at him, he warms him enough to banish the worst of that creeping cold, then waves him off. ]

Okay, go get cozy, I'll bring the cocoa.

[ The Rift Transistor is a bit too heavy to lug around for each visit, but there are festive programs featuring local holidays that bear a fair resemblance to the ones they're accustomed to. Except the actors are usually gems, sometimes featuring the occasional gembonded. Wade trusts him to find something they could watch with divided attention. Wade will join him a moment later, steaming mugs in each hand smelling of rich chocolate. He sets one down on the coffee table, hands the other into David's waiting hands, and then takes a seat on the opposite side of the couch, putting his back to the armrest and making come-hither gestures with both hands. ]

Let's get the frost out, c'mon. Foot massage time.

Mmm, cozy. Right.

[Don't have to ask David twice. He goes into the living room, starts up the electric fireplace which he's constantly sad isn't a real one, and drags a pile of plush throw blankets over to the sofa from their nice little storage basket in the corner. By the time he's properly situated with some terrible gem-made holiday movie on TV, Wade comes over with hot cocoa and David feels, just for a tiny moment, like he could have it all. Like he could really have a life like this with someone.

Not just someone. God, he's fucked.

And now Wade is offering to give him foot massage, so he's double-fucked. David sighs, stretching out his feet to deposit them in Wade's lap.]

Okay, who did I blow in a past life to deserve this?

Probably Jesus, I always seem to come in a close second to that guy.

[ Meanwhile Wade is living his best domesticated and blissful life right now. It might just be one of those happy commercial breaks of an otherwise nonstop days of our shitty lives, but he's in too deep. Hopelessly head over heels, love-drunk and fucked. He doesn't know when he started to claim one mug of those in David's collection, or how he started to have his favorite spot on the couch, or a throw blanket he favored. How there's a side of the bed that's unspoken for yet still his, even if he doesn't live here. That there's literally nowhere on David's body that he wouldn't touch, not just because he's feeling horny at the time, but because he really, truly, deeply feels things for him. There's a less positive feeling too, like he's had it really fucking good, and wonders when the other shoe will drop. With Vanessa, it had been cancer and all the mistakes he's made. With David? Who knows.

But he wouldn't trade this for anything. ]

Ooh! You're feet are like ice! [ Grasping both in his hands, he floods Manna into them and becomes his personal furnace again as he presses his thumbs into his arches gently. ] But it was worth it, wasn't it? You built a fucking snowman. With your powers.

Well, as a half-Jewish Christian, all I can say is l'chaim.

[David sighs, letting his body go a little boneless as he sinks into the couch and Wade's hands begin blasting heat directly into his bones. His heart is racing and he tries to focus on Wade's hands working their magic on his icy-cold feet instead of the terrifying, tempting thoughts racing through his head.]

I did. I did do that. It was pretty fucking cool, wasn't it?

Not just pretty fucking cool, David. That was fucking incredible.

[ He pets the soles of his feet, fingers curling over his toes to bend them up so he can relax the tendons and muscles with heat as they stretch. He doesn't usually fuss with anyone's feet, but this is his boyfriend, so he gets the exclusive boyfriend experience. ]

At first, I didn't think you had it in you. But, baby... you proved me so wrong.

[ One hand supports the back of his heel while he rotates his foot, massaging his ankle. ]

How long have you been practicing for, anyway?

[David scoffs into his cocoa, but there's a swell of pride in his chest as Wade piles more praise onto him. He shrinks down into the oversized neck of his hoodie, as if hiding from all the nice things Wade is saying.]

It wasn't that impressive, [he dodges, before groaning softly at the TLC his feet are getting.]

Just a week or two. Taking baby steps. That's the most success I've had.

Two weeks? I've been trying to fucking Kamehameha since I got here and the most I can manage is just a few droopy arcs of the wimpiest lightning ever!

[ Wade's forehead wrinkles. ]

I do kinda have the e-stim thing down, so there's that. But I can't make something. Not like you just did.

...And I can't fly.

[ Wade gives him a very purposeful look. You see where he's going with this, right? ]

[David shrugs, but there's no hiding the way he smirks into the collar of his hoodie that there's something he, a normal human man, can do that his super-powered beau can't.]

Oh? Are you...jealous, perhaps?

[He knows what Wade is hinting at. And he's working on it, but Wade doesn't need to know that.]

Fuck yes, I'm jealous! [ Wade tips his head back to say that, but when it comes back down, he's wearing a wide smile. He can tell that's feeding David in good ways and he wants him to feel that way. ] Any non-amethyst is jealous of that ability! Anyone who says they're not is lying. To themselves, to everyone, to the higher power of choice.

[ Although he wonders if technically this is envy and not jealousy. Doesn't matter, he likes this. He's ever the motormouth and David takes it all in stride, keeps him on his toes even. ]

However... if I wasn't a ruby gembonded, I wouldn't be able to give my wonderful boyfriend these extra-hot massages. [ He very demonstratively presses his very warm thumbs up from his heel through the arch of his foot. ] ...Thanks for coming out with me this morning.

[David doesn't bother hiding his laughter; Wade is so exuberant, just like in every other matter, and it's infectious. Followed, off course, by a luxuriant sigh as Wade's thumbs work into his arches.]

You make a very salient point. [His head tilts a little against the armrest as he regards Wade fondly.]

It wasn't...completely awful. I may have even had fun.

God, and you tried so hard not to enjoy yourself too!

[ Wade chuckles throatily, switching his focus to the other foot, working out all the chill and tension David might have carried in with him from the outside. He watches him, reclined along the length of the couch, relaxed against the armrest. This is it, the kind of true domestic bliss that he really never thought he'd get again. It turns into some heart-shaped obstruction lodged in his throat, it makes him speechless but very happy.

It's a rare moment Wade doesn't say anything at all, just looks at him and feels the silence stretch out to an uncomfortable length. His fingers curl around the top of his foot, thumbs losing their concentration as they rub the sole of his foot as an idle gesture. ]

I know, it was actually more work than just enjoying myself. So stupid.

[He lets the silence fall between them, comfortable at first until he realizes that Wade hasn't said anything in like...a very long time. Actually, he's pretty sure he's only seen Wade this silent in his sleep, which is fucking crazy. Even when they're fucking, he's always talking. And so is David, which is what makes them so...god.

Face tucked into his cowl-necked hoodie from the nose down, David just watches Wade with a terrifying amount of real emotion in his gaze, struck by this fact, desperately trying not to think of what that means. But eventually, he does break the silence.]

...Wow. Are you feeling okay, sweetie?

...I was just thinking about how good we are together.

[ And just like that, he can see Vanessa's smile, like sunlight breaking through a cloudy day, saying that it's like a jigsaw puzzle. You put the pieces together and you see the picture on top. His chest squeezes tight, he knows exactly what this feeling is. He misses Vanessa, sure, but she's dead and he can't get her back. Whereas he feels this, feels it with David.

He holds both his feet in his hands, flooding them with warmth and smiles again. He ignores the way his heart tries to crawl into his throat and focuses on petting over David's pants, warming his legs from the knees down to the tips of his toes in long strokes. ]

It's kind of incredible that being in a place like this would... pair up a few wild cards like us, huh?

Oh. I see.

[His tone is light, but he's smiling so fucking hard, his eyes are crinkling up and everything. It feels, somehow, like they're vibing on the same level with each other, which isn't something David has ever really experienced before. Usually there's some kind of manipulative bullshit, or miscommunication, or one person is more into it than the other one, but with Wade it's always just been good. Better than good.

He takes a deep, bolstering breath, letting Wade's magical warmth soak through his frozen limbs.]

Yeah. I definitely didn't expect anything like...us.

Me neither.

[ And it's hard to think of what it'd be like if he didn't have David in his life like he does now. Would he just be wasting time here? He's pretty sure he'd have plenty of company, especially with his old companion loneliness, probably would have made friends and frenemies, but it would have been different. Because David makes him feel different. ]

But isn't that how the best surprises work? When and where you least expect them?

[ He knows David doesn't like surprises, except maybe when they come in big, burly packages just oozing charm. You know, like Thor. ]

So, we've checked off one thing I've wanted to do... any holiday wishes a superhuman mercenary out of work can grant?

I hate surprises. [His reply echoes Wade's thoughts, but he quickly amends,] Usually. But you were a pretty good one. And Thor.

[Yummy. That was definitely worth being held in suspense over.

David wriggles and then pulls him up into a seated position, stretching out to grab his ankles where they're resting in Wade's lap and stretch out his back.]

Well, there's nobody I immediately want dead...but I bet there's a few good uses for you around here.

[Sex. He's talking about sex.]

Well, I'll make sure to keep those good surprises coming and keep the jump scares to a minimum.

[ With David joking about contract killing, Wade huffs a laugh and drops his eyes down to run his hands over his back as he stretches to warm his muscles, then run up his arms. ]

Yeah? [ He has a feeling he's talking about sex. Or maybe he's hoping. They're often on the same thirsty wavelength so Wade's dreams don't often stay dreams. Still, he ventures playfully: ] Well, you're certainly at the right height for one thing but it's not really putting me to good use, is it? Not unless you can't get enough of this superpenis. Or terrible back pain.

[ As David comes back up, Wade gently opens his legs at the ankles, slides his hands up to halfway around his thighs, then pulls him onto his lap. ]

Am I getting warmer?

Much appreciated. Thank you so much.

[David sighs contentedly as he's treated to more of that delicious warmth, happily allowing Wade to pry his legs apart without offering much resistance. He yelps, however, as he's pulled into his lap, and nods quickly, his lashes fluttering.]

Mmm. Mm-hmm. Much warmer.

Mmm.

[ Wade scoots closer, letting David's legs bend around him while he seats him in his lap, his own legs occupying the space David vacated with knees slightly bent. He likes this. So much. Likes that he can have this kind of intimacy, where he can pull David close and run his hands over his body.

But also... this is also nice. Wade wraps his arms around David's waist, resting his chin on his shoulder. He does feel warm, comfortable, secure. He doesn't have thugs to worry about following him here and messing up David's apartment or ruining a date, doesn't have anti-mutant shit to worry about. Sure, there's some anti-gembonded sentiment here and there, but nothing to the extent back home that he's used to. He feels like David's safe, that he's safe... just in a different, personal way. ]

You smell delicious.

[It's a little cumbersome to get into place, getting his legs settled around Wade's waist, but once they've settled in it's warm and comfortable and David can't remember the last time he felt so comfortable with his body around another person. His hands press from Wade's shoulders down over his shoulder blades, rubbing warm circles down his back, sighing contentedly against his neck.]

I smell delicious? You make me sound like a five-course meal.

[ While fully dressed, this position is not making it easy to transition to sex, but it is intimate, it allows Wade to get really close to him in ways he typically doesn't with anyone else. Vaguely sexual, sure, but he's... not making a move in that direction. Wade doesn't lift his head, content to just let his muffled words reach David by proximity alone. Besides, he's used to the mask muffling it anyway. By comparison, this is a vast improvement. ]

Are we talking French cuisine? Then yes. They do tend to run small in terms of serving sizes. You are my favorite edible, after all.

[ Smooth. ]

...Great. Now I'm thinking about that time I ate popcorn off your body.

If you're calling me small I will take it as a compliment. [He's been working out, since once again a lot of people are seeing his body lately, and his vain little peacock self will never turn down a compliment.

He snuggles into Wade's neck, his stubble brushing across his skin as he soaks up all the heat he can get. This is really nice; just being close to each other, the soft murmur of their voices.]

That was fun. We've had some interesting sexual detours, haven't we?

Don't get me wrong, your cake is as decadent as ever.

[ A crass statement made worse by the fact that both of his hands very purposefully, very gently fan out the fingers of each hand — one hand for each cheek of his ass — and squeeze. ]

Mmm. [ Wade hums appreciatively, thinking about when he had scooped a small handful of popcorn up on the way to his mouth, and how David had so eagerly accepted them as he pushed the popcorn and his four fingers past his lips with his thumb against his jawline. ] We certainly have!

[ His hands slide over the round of David's ass and along the outer side of his legs, then back up his sides until his hands go to his waist again, this time slipping under his top. David has wonderfully touchable skin. ]

...Anything 'off the beaten path' you've been meaning to explore?

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