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[MSG: Stevie♥]: holy fucking shit you finally GET TO SEE YOUR SURPRISE TOMORROW I JUST REALIZED[MSG: Stevie♥]: HURRY BACK BECAUSE WE GOTTA GET SOME THINGS TOGETHER[MSG: Stevie♥]: i am so fucking excited i can’t handle it.  goddamnit stevie i have been holding this in for so long and YOU FINALLY GET TO SEE WHAT I’VE BEEN WORKING ON FOR YOU.

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Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. 

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. 

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

Send “✨” for a SUGGESTIVE text. 

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

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     Steve nodded slowly. “I just wanted to do my part in the fight, you know?” He frowned a little at Wade. “You don’t look so bad, you know? With the scarring… I know it must’a been awful, whatever happened. But you’ve still got a nice face, too.” Good one, Rogers. What a comfort you are. Nice face. God, he sucked at this. “Well, that’s okay, anyway. I still appreciate your service.” He was patriotic, loved his country, hated terrorism. Steve always thanked a veteran if he had the chance.

     He snorted at another mention of a day off. “I’ll do my best,” he promised. “I’m not good at doin’ days off, though. I just… always keep busy, mostly.” Steve raised an eyebrow when Wade said he didn’t get hungover. For the other man’s sake, he hoped that was true. 

     “I’ll supple you with more booze after we eat.” He put the plates next to the stove then set out silverware and napkins on the table. Steve got two glasses of water, though he was still working on his own second beer. He straightened at last and went back to join Wade at the stove. Everything looked good, so he leaned past him to turn off the burners. “No… not- not anymore, no. My parents both passed and my best friend had lived here for a while, but- he’s gone, too.” Steve swallowed past the burn in his throat as he mentioned Bucky, then forced a broad smile to his lips as he looked to Wade. “Don’t worry, nobody’s gonna come and see us drunk actin’ like fools tonight.”

     As much internal conflict Wade had with his outward appearance, he sure as hell had no problem fishing for compliments and eating them up once he received them.  He placed one palm to his own cheek, as if he was genuinely moved that Steve had said such a thing about his face.  "Awwww, you like my face?  Gee, thanks.  I always did think I looked like I could be a porn star."  He bit his lip and snorted at his own joke.  It was overused and certainly not something that someone should mention to a stranger, but Wade wasn't the type to care.  "You got that look too, y'know-- a nice face.  Maybe not porn star.  Nah, classier.  Like a Calvin Klein model or some shit."  

     He winked, but quickly drew his attention back to dinner.  The sooner he ate, the sooner he could drink more.  Wade wasn't an alcoholic, but he wouldn't deny that drinking was one of his favorite hobbies.  Deciding that the food looked good once Steve turned the burners off, he started scooping some of the stir fry onto their plates as he listened to the rather sad, yet brief, story that his new friend told him about being alone.  Wade didn't linger too long on it, but he did try to relate in the best way possible by quickly adding, "Yeah, I've been alone too, as far as I can remember."  Which was the truth, really, but he wouldn't get into the gore of it all.

     "Thank FUCKING Buddha," Wade said, his tone switching back to its usual upbeat sound, "'Cause y'know like I said, I get a little rowdy when I'm tipsy.  Like that one song, Tequila Makes her Clothes Fall Off...only worse."  His stomach growled, so that was his cue to bring the plates back to the table and start to chow down.  "Mmmm, fuck, smells so good!  I haven't eaten anything since early this morning."  Shoving some of the food in his mouth, Wade blatantly ignored the glass of water that was sitting beside him.  Water was for wimps!

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I AM FINALLY recovered from Disney world. I had major damage control to do this past week at work because my assistant was so new to the job while I was gone and left a ton of stuff for me to do...even after hours. :( so I finally got everything under control and after sleeping 12+ hours last night I am ready to come back and rock where I left off. I'll be here as soon as I get my lazy ass outta bed and grab a cup of coffee. feel free to message me if you want a thing.

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Two things I've been too busy to get on and say: 1. I'm at Disney world! 2. I will be back on Monday!! I will prob post a picture of my Halloween costume that I'm wearing to the not so scary Halloween party tomorrow. Thanks for being patient!

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     Needless to say, Wade's chatterbox mouth fell increasingly more quiet as he felt the touch against his cock, and Steve's lips against his neck.  His lips were slightly parted, eyes half lidded as his head tipped backwards and he melted into his fiance's touch.  "--fuck, fuck, shit," was the extent of Wade's vocabulary, the words repeating themselves over and over again.  His fingertips pressed deep into the flesh of Steve's backside to try to brace himself.  He then leaned up against the shower wall to prevent any buckling of his knees that may happen.

     Every single time Steve touched him, Wade felt like he'd died and gone to heaven.  His fiance had been the man that had saved him time and time again, the man who he looked up to the most, and the first person that'd really given him a real shot after his crazy mishap with Weapon X.  Considering all of those factors, Wade was weak at any small touch from the other man...and since they'd been apart so long, this time was no different.  

     "Stevie," Wade whined, his hands working their way up to tangle into blond locks of hair, tugging gently at the strands.  Pearly whites nipped at the smooth flesh of Steve's neck again, this time lingering longer than before.  His teeth sunk into the flesh, sucking gently to leave light marks in his wake.  He pushed his hips forward, trying to soak up every ounce of the intimate touch, "Please~  pleeeasse."  Wade didn't know why he was begging, but it seemed to just flood out when he was desperate for more.  Not that he wanted to pressure Steve into going faster, but he'd missed him so much it was hard to be patient.

     "Wanna touch you too-- can I?"

     “That’s all I need, okay? I just… need for you to stay with me.” That was the most important thing for Wade to understand. Steve needed him. He needed him here by his side, needed to know that he was safe and happy and well cared for. It felt more real with every minute that passed, Wade’s body warm and firm pressed up against him. He needed him, in every way.

     The tension in his muscles eased and his body relaxed against Wade’s more and more as the other massaged at his back. He ignored the dirty water that was circling the drain in favor of memorizing his fiance’s body once more. He could do this for the rest of the day, just touch him, be close. The smooth skin was still new to him, after all. The changes in Wade’s body weren’t something he’d had a chance to really get used to before their lives had been flipped upside down. Steve wanted to take this moment and draw it out for as long as possible. 

     He hushed Wade softly, tipping his face into the other’s neck. His lips lingered against the other’s skin for a moment as he concentrated instead on touching- feeling. Steve knew how bad the other man felt, and he didn’t want him to linger on feeling guilty anymore. He wanted Wade to focus on his touch, too, and to be happy that he’d come back at last. His hand massaged lightly at the other’s balls before sliding back up his hardening length.

     Steve groaned softly into Wade’s mouth and kissed him back, desperate to deepen it, to push him up against the wall and have him right there. He forced himself to keep it slow, though. God, it was so damned difficult not to get lost in Wade. He wondered if the other man had any idea how addictive he was. “Shh, sweetheart,” he whispered. “I just wanna touch you.” Steve brushed his nose lightly against Wade’s and kissed him again as his hand continued to stroke him, dragging him into full hardness then teasing over his head with his thumb.

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     "Be glad you didn't get to go," Wade said, shaking his head in response to Steve's story of his asthma, "You coulda ended up like me, and we wouldn't want that with such a pretty face.  Would be a fucking waste!"  He pointed to the burn scars on the side of his face with his hand that was equally as warped.  "I went 'cause I literally had nowhere else to go.  I was a high school drop out.  No family, nothin!"  It was a wonder Wade "remembered" he dropped out of high school.  His memory of life before Afghanistan was very selective.

     At Steve's beckoning call, Wade hopped up from the table and started stirring the food in the pan, not really paying too much attention due to being utterly distracted by his companion.  "Looks like me and you both deserve a day off tomorrow, huh?"  He smirked, brown eyes a little glossy due to the buzz he was feeling.  Drinking that much that quick on an empty stomach made him feel real good.  "Luckily I don't ever get hungover though.  I'm a goddamn superhero!"

     As the food got closer to being finished, Wade paid a little bit more attention, but kept his eyes on Steve when he grabbed the dishes and started setting the table.  "Maybe I'll have some water with the food, but hey, if you're gonna keep supplying me with booze, I ain't gonna turn it down!"  He didn't quite realize the definition of taking it slow.  "So, Mr. Cowboy, tell me-- you got anyone else who stays here with ya?  Girlfriend?  Boyfriend?  Friends?"  That was his not-so-subtle way of asking Steve if he was "available"...score.

     “I don’t think I’d mind, ya know… now that we’re not exactly strangers.” A bottle and a half and he was running his mouth. He needed to slow it down, eat, and have some water. Wade probably did, too. Surely he didn’t mean to be flirting so much, offering himself up to someone he barely knew. Steve had never met anyone like him. He didn’t want to ruin the friendship they were developing. “I’ve heard that,” he mused, chuckling. “I tried t’join up, ya know. They wouldn’t let me, though. Had real bad asthma when I was a kid, and they didn’t care that it’d gotten better.” Bucky had gone, though. He’d gone, served his time, and he’d come home a little different. But he’d come home, and then Steve had gotten him killed. Survived a war but couldn’t survive a day out in the mountains with his own best friend. That guilt would never fade; nor would the ache of the gaping hole that had been left behind in his chest. 

     “Mm? Tomorrow? Just business as usual around the ranch,” he assured him. Business around the ranch would be pretty damned miserable if he was hungover, but Steve figured he’d be okay. “I’m afraid there isn’t really any taking a day off around here, but ah… I guess I could take it easy for a day. Cows’ll need milking in the morning, though.” 

     His stirring of the vegetable mixture slowed and he looked up at Wade in surprise as the man told him about what he’d done in the Army. And what he did now. Security? That seemed like a pretty big deal, probably paid well. It was too bad he was missing out on a job. “Wow, so I guess they’ve trained ya up pretty good with all kinds of weapons, then. Hey, you wanna keep stirring this? I’ll set the table.” Steve held the spoon up for Wade to take after he’d chugged the rest of his beer.

     He snorted. “Maybe you should have a glass’a water? I mean, dinner’ll be ready soon, but still-” He turned to grab dishes from the cabinet but paused to glance back at Wade. “I don’t mind, by the way. I mean it’s… kinda nice.”

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     Had Matt believed him?  NICE!  It was like he was getting better and better at making up stories about his little "accidents".  Wade knew he'd come up with a good excuse!  A grin came across his face, feeling proud of himself and accepting the kiss on his cheek as a reward for cracking the case.  

     "Right?!  Jeeze-- what evil people!  I think it might have been the Jim Carrey version of the Grinch.  He can't still Christmas anymore, but he can sure as hell steal Halloween candy."  Wade was honestly starting to convince himself that Jim Carrey had broken in and tried to ruin their holiday.  "Cupboard above the fridge, I'm on it!!"

     Had Wade known about the cupboard before, all of the candy would have been gone.  Matt would have to find a new hiding spot.  Hurrying into the kitchen to try to be the savior of Halloween, Wade stared up at the cupboard.  "How the fuck did you even get up there?!"  Wade hopped up onto the counter, then stretched his arm as far as he possibly could to snatch up a family sized bag of assorted candy.  "NICE! Got it!"

     With his prize at hand, Wade poured the candy into the large bowl they had by the door.  "So, Matty, what did you finally decide to dress up as?!"

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     Matt could almost feel the guilt pouring out of Wade in the silence that had followed his question and he had to bite his lip to keep from smiling. The man was far too sweet to purposely spoil Halloween, but Matt had had an inkling that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from gobbling down the candy if it was in the apartment for any length of time. “I can’t believe that someone would break in and steal our candy. What kind of Halloween hater would do that?” He leaned in to kiss Wade’s cheek, smelling the chocolate on his breath. “Hey,” he said softly. “You know, I have a couple’a spare bags hidden away. Just in case the Halloween trolls hit us. You wanna go dig them out? They’re in the back of the cupboard above the fridge.” That cupboard was notoriously difficult to reach. Matt had had to climb onto the counter just to shove the candy in there.

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     A trick or two. Steve turned his gaze fully on Wade, one eyebrow lifted. “About stripping, you mean?” Oh god, he was probably dehydrated. Maybe Wade was going to get drunk because he was hungry, but Steve felt half woozy and he hadn’t even had more than a few sips. The man could share any tips he wanted and Steve would soak them all up. 

     He watched the second bottle slide over toward his first which was only half finished. “Oh. Are you tryin’ t’get me drunk, Wade?” he asked, smirking a little as he grabbed his first beer anyway. The man could get him as drunk as he liked. Maybe then he wouldn’t be so afraid to grab him and just kiss him. Because he was definitely thinking he would enjoy doing just that. Steve tipped his head back, throat bobbing as he chugged down the last of his beer before tossing the bottle skillfully into the trashcan.

     He laughed when Wade burped and turned back to focus on chopping up the steak. Steve tossed the pieces into the pan to cook as he cut them. He paused, though, when he felt the soft press of the other man’s hip to his own as he was pushed out of the way. He stepped to the side and turned to lean against the counter so he could watch the man work, eyebrows lifted in surprise at the skill. “Wow… that’s-” Steve grabbed his new beer and popped it open before taking a long sip. It was a little terrifying, actually. He was going to have to sleep with the bedroom door closed tonight.

     “What was it you said you do?” he asked as he leaned past Wade to scoop the vegetables off the cutting board to drop into the pan. Steve turned the stove on to get the food started cooking while he mixed up the sauce for it. “Yeah… I like to think I’m pretty good.” Sauce mixed, he poured it into the pan and turned to get some rice going. “I like cooking, anyway. And since I already eat a lot, it gives me a chance to practice.”

     "Oh yeah, I could definitely show you tricks about stripping if that's what you wanted," Wade couldn't help but grin at his rather obvious flirting, "Not that I've done it professionally or anything, but...sometimes things got a little boring overseas.  Wasn't always action packed."  Wade might have been guilty of starring in one of those viral videos of deployed male soldiers twerking or just generally acting out of hand.  No shame!

     Before he knew it, his beer was already halfway gone.  Wade paused his gulping, however, to watch Steve's throat bob and the veins of his neck become more defined from chugging his beer.  The soldier wanted to slide his tongue up the length of his jawline and neck, but he refrained.  "Wouldn't wanna get you too fucked up if you have something to do tomorrow, but it's been a while since I've had someone to drink with.  Much better than working."  He laughed, winking yet again as he leaned back against the counter, his palms pressed flat against the surface.

     He was half expecting a compliment about his skills with a blade, but his heart skipped a couple beats at the question.  Wade rarely got close with anyone who didn't know about his little hobby, or he was so blunt that he didn't care if his companions knew he killed people for a living.  Steve, though, he was already different.  He was an innocent country boy who didn't deserve to be dragged into Wade's mess of a life.  He could tell the other man was a little uneasy after the display of his expert cutting skills.  Luckily he had a solid history in the military AND dreamed up a good cover story for the rest of his current life.  

     "I used to be in the Special Ops divison of the Army...came back here and now I work for a security company.  They send me around to different locations to do work when they need me.  Freelance shit, mostly."  It was a convincing answer, the way he didn't have to pause and think about it.  Wade hoped it'd bring Steve back to feeling comfortable with him again.  And actually, it wasn't a total lie.  He did work freelance, and he DID protect certain clients-- it just involved actual bloodshed.

     That earned him the rest of his beer, he decided, and he gulped the rest of it down.  "Fuck, drinking on an empty stomach sure gets the buzz going quick.  Sorry if I get a little cray cray, but I just can't help myself 'round a guy like you."

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     It wasn’t actually possible for Steve to gain weight- at least, not unless it was muscle. His metabolism worked too fast, and even here in Wakanda, he’d been unable to keep too still. He’d gone out hiking, explored the surrounding area, he’d used the gym so much he’d burned through multiple treadmills until T’Challa had had a special one built that could withstand his speeds and endurance. That one had been holding up well, thankfully. 

     He couldn’t help smiling softly as he watched the way Wade responded to his fingers in his hair. Steve had missed this so much that, even now with the other man in his arms, he ached deeply for him. “Stop, Wade,” he pleaded quietly when his fiance called himself a psychopath. He went silent again, giving Wade a chance to continue speaking before he spoke up again himself. But he couldn’t help crushing the other against his chest in a hug over the statement that he lived for him. “I know who you are, and I love you. That isn’t ever going to change.”

     Steve released him somewhat so that Wade could tip his head back and rinse the shampoo from his hair. He pouted a little at the idea of having to wait several more days to find out why he’d been gone. Still, he nodded slightly and silently told himself to be patient, not to bother Wade with questions when he knew he had to wait. “Well… I can’t wait to find out,” he murmured.

     He would have been lying if he’d said he didn’t notice their close proximity or that he didn’t enjoy the feeling of Wade’s hands all over him. Steve’s body betrayed him in that, cock hard and ready between them even before Wade began to rub him down. “You don’t have to apologize, baby. It’s nice t’have your hands on me again.” He laughed softly then grunted when the other rubbed at his ass. Steve grabbed the body wash, squirted some into his hand, and began to return the favor, though he was much more thorough with Wade. The man was filthy and, while the running water had certainly helped, he was in need of a good scrub. So Steve took his time with him, hands moving slowly across smooth skin again and again.

     He washed Wade’s neck and shoulders, chest and back. With more body wash, his hand rubbed in circles along his hard abdomen, inching slowly downward until he could gently massage the soap down his length and between his legs. It wasn’t an overtly sexual touch, but neither was Steve holding back. “I missed you, Wade,” he whispered.

     The soothing words drove him to feeling even more desperate for Steve's touch.  He exhaled, pressing his chest against his fiance's, chin resting on his shoulder as he soaked up the sensation of those rough hands exploring his flesh.  "I love you, I love you so goddamn much," he said, repeating the saying a few more times just to prove a point.  "I missed you so fucking much and I just wanna...ugh-- make everything up to you.  I'm not gonna leave you ever again, I swear."  Wade wasn't one that openly admitted feeling too much guilt about his actions, but when it came to Steve being upset, that was a totally different story.

     He gripped at Steve's back, fingertips pressed into his lover's spine.  He massaged it sweetly, trying to ignore the fact that a hard cock was pressed against his body.  Any other time, Wade would have been taking care of the man's every sexual desire, but he wasn't going to push it.  The water that ran off of him was visibly dirty with a gray hue, dirt and grime mixed with dried blood.  Before he and Steve got together, being this filthy was a normal occurrence for him.  Very seldom did Wade care enough about himself to take care of personal hygiene (aside from his teeth, they were all he had left).  

     The slow circles that made their way down his abdomen and in between his legs caused Wade to whine audibly.  "Stevie-- agh, god.  I missed you, I can't stop saying it.  Still miss feeling you and wanna make things right."  It was like he couldn't stop apologizing for his actions, even though he'd done it all with good reason.  And he felt the need to apologize for his length growing hard, twitching softly against his fiance's grip.  "For the love of Hugh Jackman-- fuck!"  God damn, he's gonna have to stop if he doesn't want us to...

     Wade couldn't stop himself.  His hands pressed to either side of Steve's face and he captured him in a deep, slow kiss.  Tongue flicked against the other man's, tasting him and feeling drunk off of his emotions.  Ragged breaths came from his mouth and nose, breaking the kiss only as he noticed he was beginning to push his hips a little too far forward.  "Sorry-- sorry.  We should get outta here...getting a little too carried away, baby..know you wanna wait."

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22. Muffled, from the other side of the door [to Matt <3]

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     Matt was in rough shape and the last thing he wanted was company. Getting out of bed would be too painful anyway. After cleaning up his wounds and wrapping his ribs, he’d turned off his cell and crawled into bed beneath the covers. He was just dozing off when knocking sounded at the door. He decided to ignore it and simply turned his head, tugging the blankets up further. But then the knocking grew more insistent and Wade’s voice rang out, muffled, through the door. 

     “Matty? I know you’re in there! Why aren’t you answering? Hello?”

     The lawyer groaned softly. “Wade, I’m not feeling well. Can you come back later?”

     “What? You’re not- you know I can’t get sick, right babe? C’mon, let me in!” 

     “It’s not-” He sighed. “I’m not sick!” Calling out like this hurt his ribs. “I was out last night and had a run-in and I just need to rest some, okay? Come back tonight.”

     “You’re injured?!” Wade’s voice took on a worried tone. “Matty. Matt. Matt! You have to let me in. Should I pick the lock? Are you on the floor? Are you dying?! I’ll pick the lock. Just hold on, don’t die!” 

     This was exactly what he’d been hoping to avoid. Matt was nowhere near death, but he hadn’t wanted anyone fussing over him. He slowly began to push himself up, not wanting Wade to destroy his door. He was out of breath by the time he made it to his feet. “I’m okay, Wade,” he called out breathlessly. “You don’t have to come in.” 

     But the other couldn’t hear him over his own distracted babbling. “I’ll nurse you back to health, just you wait. Oh damn, I could’ve brought my nurse costume! If I’d known… you should’ve called me! You know I’m worried about you, Matty. I love you. I can’t just let you die alone in your apartment.”

     Matt had made it to the door and unlocked it, leaning heavily against the wall as he pulled it open to see Wade searching through his pockets for his lock picking tools. “Did you say you love me?” 

     “Well fuck, babe, you look awful. We have to get you back to bed. You shouldn’t have come to the door. I could’ve gotten it, you know.”

     “Wade. Did you?”

     “Er- yes?”

     Matt held a hand out to him. “I love you, too, Wade. Get in here and shut the door. You can pet my head while I take a nap,” he joked, offering his boyfriend a little smile. 

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NEEDINESS

Being affirmed and nurtured by others is a central requirement for you to feel safe. This means you can be slow to warm up to other people, which is difficult because what you most need from them is their warmth. Yet you know how to be vulnerable: to let down your defences and accept that you need another person. This lack of pretence is a valuable trait, and ultimately more endearing than the macho efforts others make to deny their childlike sides.

AGGRESSION

One part of your character is anger in all its forms: frustration, outrage – and when anger is suppressed – bitterness, grumpiness, and bodily aches. Fundamentally, frustration comes from hope: you get upset because you expect your life will be more than a valley of tears. One way to deny aggression is to direct it inwards, as self-criticism. But you’re at your best when you acknowledge anger, and act it out clearly and in a focussed way, with honour.

EXHIBITIONISM

There’s a strand in your nature which loves making an impression – perhaps with your clothes, or conversation, or in a self-revealing blog or a novel. You like to dramatise yourself, to pose as a unique, perhaps mysterious person, to joke or exaggerate your part in adventures. Though you might more than once have been called a show off, it is actually a generous tendency: you want to please and entertain others. It could be the start of good teaching and leadership.

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     It felt weird to have strangers rubbing up on him.  Wade couldn't help but snort at the revelation, making an internal promise to himself that he would change Steve's mind real quick about that.  It didn't feel like they were strangers, at least-- more like they were friends who hadn't seen eachother in a couple years.  "You might not think you're sheltered, but I bet there's a trick or two a city boy could teach ya," he teased, realizing that it could probably go both ways.

     "And you absolutely don't gotta ask me twice if I want another one!  Course I do!"  Wade, after being invited to help himself to basically anything that his host had to offer, opened the fridge and peered inside at the selection.  There was a nice variety of snacks, but he'd wait to stuff his face at dinner.  For now...beer sounded like the best bet.  

     He snatched up two more beer bottles and slid one down the counter to Steve.  "You're gonna have to work hard to keep up with me.  Once I start drinking, I can't really stop!"  Wade usually drank his special adult root beers, but these were just as good.  He cracked his own open and began drinking again, taking a large gulp before burping loudly.  "Phew, that's how you know it's good!"  Some might have considered him rude, but at least he was perfectly candid.

     The word "knife" had the soldier perking up and hurrying to Steve's aid.  "You bet, watch this!"  He slid beside the rancher, hip barely pushing him out of the way of the cutting board and knife.  He gripped it in his hand, digits adjusting to the handle.  As gross as it might have been to anyone else, Wade usually cut up food with his own personal knives that he packed along on jobs for his merc work, so holding a kitchen knife was a little...different.  Biting his lower lip, Wade did a little bit of concentrating, his hands moving swiftly to chop up the row of vegetables like he was a sous chef.  He resisted the urge to lick the blade.

     "There ya go!  Perfectly cut up veggies.  Told ya I could lend a hand around here.  Phew.  That got me alllll HYPED now!"  He chuckled, downing a large amount of his beverage.  Wade didn’t even think about how odd it would seem that a perfect stranger was so good at chopping things up with sharp objects.  "Any time you need someone good with a blade, you come to me!  Imagine how much wood you could cut with my help!"

     Heh.  Wood.

     He slid the cutting board back over to Steve, his stomach growling soon after.  "I could eat a fucking elephant right now I'm so hungry.  Bet you cool real good, huh?"

     As Wade sat, Steve realized he should have told him to make himself at home. He wasn’t used to having company anymore, least of all someone who was sticking around for a meal or even overnight. He was glad, then, that Wade felt comfortable enough to not stand around awkwardly while waiting for an invitation to have a seat. (Steve was that type of person who would stand around and wait, feeling like a complete idiot but too nervous to move without permission when in someone else’s home.)

     “Oh, a Canadian, I see.” He grinned playfully back at Wade, unable to keep from teasing him just a little. He nodded, though, when the other told him he’d moved when he was eighteen, still curious about what had chased him away from home. But they had just met and Steve knew it was none of his business, so he let the other man end his explanation where he wanted. 

     “I’m not sheltered!” Steve answered with a sheepish laugh. “Just… strip clubs were never my thing, I don’t know. It feels weird having strangers rubbing up on me.” Though there was a stranger currently in his house he wouldn’t mind having rub up on him. Wade was less of a stranger now, though, than strippers at a club were. At least Steve knew his name. Granted, that was almost the extent of his knowledge of the man, but it was enough for the moment. He rolled his eyes at the offer, snorting at the idea of getting things for free because he went in a pair of chaps. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he promised. 

     He paused to have another sip of his own drink, glancing over in surprise when Wade finished his. “Sure, you’re welcome. You want another? You’re welcome to help yourself to whatever’s in the fridge.” Steve waved a hand at the thing before moving to get out a cutting board and a knife. “Thank god. I mean, you don’t look like any of those fancy, asshole city guys, but you can never be sure these days. Everyone’s doing the vegetables only thing these days and hell, three quarters of the ranch’s profits come from the beef.” Wait- had that been another come on or was Wade just… really hungry? Considering how close he’d been standing… damn, he’d missed it. You’re such an idiot, Rogers. Steve was a little disappointed when Wade moved away, but he said nothing. 

     “Um- no, I mean… there’s not a whole lot to it. You could help cut up some vegetables if you really want. You any good with a knife?”

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     As Wade's hands slid across Steve's skin, he couldn't tell where that extra ten pounds would have taken up residence; it must have been 10 pounds of muscle, Wade decided.  And anyway, he hated knowing that if Steve did gain a little weight that it was probably because he just up and left...it would be worth it in the end, he had to remind himself.  Once he and Steve settled in and got used to being around one another again, he'd start bugging the hell out of their friends to try to sneak them to their island getaway.  

     A soft purr came from Wade's throat, feeling his fiance's hands work their way through his dirty hair.  It was a foreign but welcomed sensation that caused his eyes to close in pleasure.  As he relaxed against the touch, he spoke calmly, his voice surprisingly low, "You're just such a fucking great catch, Stevie.  Yeah, we've been through a lot but I still worry that someday you'll realize what a psychopath you're with."  He opened his eyes, barely cracking them so he wouldn't get soap in them, "But I'm glad you haven't figured that out yet.  Or maybe you have-- that makes it even better."  He grinned, trying to make light of the situation.  "If you have, I'm glad-- cause I fucking live for you."

     Sighing contently, Wade leaned back to start rinsing the soap out of his now clean hair.  Once the suds were gone, he pressed his forehead against Steve's, gazing into his familiar blue eyes.  "I'm not gonna be able to tell you at least for a couple days.  I gotta...figure stuff out.  It'll be soon though-- promise babe.  I dont wanna say anything 'till I know everything's safe and ready to go!"  He returned the gentle kiss by trailing his lips across Steve's cheek toward his lips.  "Only the best for my Stevie baby."  

     Finally, he reached over for the body wash and began to lather it against his fiance's hard body, careful not to get too caught up in the touch.  He exhaled, breath a little shaky.  "Sorry, it's just been so long since I touched you like this."  He laughed, lathering up the man's chest and stomach, followed by his arms and shoulders.  Any farther down Steve's body would be asking for trouble, but he soaped up his hips and ass, massaging the smooth flesh beneath his fingertips.  "If I touch your thighs I will flip the fuck out, hah," Wade admitted.  "Don't wanna get into trouble and be a bad boy already."

     Wade wanted him. And Steve wanted him right back, truly. But he just… didn’t want him here- in the shower, anyway. He wanted to just touch him and hold him and reacquaint himself with the man he loved. He wanted to be present in this moment without letting Wade distract him with sex. Steve felt too emotional to allow himself to get caught up like that right now. He smiled and gave a little shake of his head. “Glad you haven’t noticed the ten pounds I’ve put on since you left,” he joked quietly. He wanted to comment on how gorgeous Wade was, too, but again- he’d get caught up. He’d get lost in Wade’s body, in catching up on the months they’d lost.

     He was grateful that the other kept their kiss soft and sweet, but he squeezed his hand, trying to show Wade how happy he truly was to have him back. Steve feared his shock and fear that it couldn’t be true were spoiling the moment, and the last thing he wanted was for his fiance to feel unloved or unwelcome. Sighing in contentment as he stepped under the water with Wade, Steve tipped his head back, eyes closed, and let it run over his face for a moment. Wade’s comment, however, had him frowning and bringing his chin back down to gaze at him. “Don’t say that. Wade, you just told me that you… you were out this long doing whatever because you were doing it for me. Granted, I don’t know what the hell that means, but I trust you. I don’t believe you would’ve just run off for no reason. You’ve stuck by me through all the… all the shit that we just went through. Why would you say I could do better? Who is going to love me the way you do?” 

     He brought his hands out to rest on his fiance’s hips, watching as he reached for the shampoo. Steve obediently closed his eyes but he continued to hold on, refraining from allowing his thumbs to brush along Wade’s hip bones like they wanted. Not yet. Not yet, but god, he ached for him. He tipped his head back so the shampoo could wash out of his hair, then finally reached for the bottle himself. “I can’t believe you’ve gone this long without bathing,” he scolded. He poured a healthy amount into his hands and reached up to begin scrubbing vigorously at Wade’s hair, though he was careful not to be too rough so he wouldn’t hurt him.

     “That’s just…” He sighed. “Sweetheart, there’s no one else. There could never be anyone else. We’ve been through too much together, and I love you. I asked you to marry me and that was a promise I mean to keep.” Steve leaned in to kiss Wade’s nose. “When will you be able to tell me why you were gone so long?”

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     Deciding that he was going to make himself comfortable, Wade made his way over to the kitchen table and plopped down in one of the chairs.  He turned it so he could face Steve, and spread his legs out in front of him, leaning back with a pretty terrible posture.  This was the best way for him to stay out of trouble, he'd decided, cause otherwise he'd end up either digging through Steve's cabinets, planting his ass on the counter (which was probably not acceptable in a stranger's home, or dying to slap his new friend's ass.  Sitting down was the best option.

     "Nope, I just know that I'm from the middle of fucking nowhere in some city in Canada," Wade said, sipping his beer some more.  He'd most definitely forgotten on purpose, and even then he didn't really "forget".  There were some memories he just preferred not to think about.  "I moved here when I was eighteen and never looked back."  Wade propped his elbow up on the table, his chin resting in his palm.  He was content watching the hot cowboy before him.  

     "You really are a sheltered farmboy, huh?"  Wade's eyebrow raised, his head cocked to one side.  Yeah, he was flirting and teasing big time, and if he was confronted about it he would gladly admit it.  "I could show you a real good one just down the road from my place in the city," he teased, "bet all the guys there would wanna eat a country boy like you up."  And I totally wanna sink my teeth into you, too.  "Wear the chaps and they might even give you a lapdance and a night of drinks for free."  

     He winked, and managed to finish off his beer in one more gulp.  "Fuck, I was thirsty.  Thanks again for letting me hang out here for a little while.  Can't say too many people would do the same for someone like me."  As Wade watched Steve get the ingredients out for dinner, he couldn't help but feel like he was being pretty lazy just letting him do it all by himself.  So he got up, peeked over Steve's shoulder, and grinned.  "Nope, I love meat and will fucking devour it all."  Nasty, nasty!  Deciding that he'd behave himself for now, Wade pulled away from standing so close to the rancher.  "You need me to do anything for ya?  You're being too good to me for me to just sit on my ass, y'know!"

     Steve snorted. “Stick around long enough, and you will. I ride every day.” This conversation felt like it was just spiraling down the gutter, even if he didn’t mean for it too, but he really didn’t mind at all. It was easy to talk to Wade, and joking with him was a pleasant change. Everyone knew everyone else in that little town just up the road, and there was definitely no one like Wade there. Granted, there were a few girls he’d dated, but no guys to speak of. Well, not anymore. Steve wasn’t going to think about the best friend he’d lost now, though. Bucky would kick his ass if he spoiled this pleasant surprise.

     He frowned at the man’s words. “Really? You can’t remember it?” Steve couldn’t imagine not remembering where he came from, but he didn’t feel like Wade was all that bothered by it. Had he purposely forgotten? Had things been that bad for him? Or was it maybe an accident? 

     A grin pulled at his lips at the shock he saw in the other man’s face and his eyes were drawn to that tongue as it moved across his lips once again. Steve bit the inside of his cheek. “I do, in fact.” He considered the idea of fake bikers at strip clubs, though, his gaze moving to Wade’s hands. “Really? Strippers pretending to be bikers, huh? I uh, actually can’t say I have seen those.” He’d never been to a strip club. There certainly wasn’t one in town and if Steve was going to go into the city, it wasn’t going to be for a strip club. Though he suddenly thought maybe he wouldn’t mind going to one with Wade. So long as Wade was the only one giving him a lap dance, anyway.

     Steve handed the other his beer and took a sip from his own, nearly choking on the drink at his question. “Not really uh-” He blinked, distracted all over again by that tongue, then gave himself a little shake. “I don’t really… wear them at all, no. I do have a pair, though.” Yeah, there was no question that they were flirting here- or Wade was flirting and Steve was failing at doing the same back. At the least, he wasn’t holding back on watching the other man move. He’d been hot with that jacket on, but without, his slender body was gorgeous. 

     Clearing his throat, he turned back to the fridge, taking a quick chug of his beer before setting it down and moving to see what he could cook. Steve pulled out items for a stir fry, setting them out on the counter. He glanced back at Wade with a soft smile. “It’s not so bad here. It’s peaceful, anyway. And ah- thank you. I appreciate it. I’ll definitely take you up on that offer. Steak stir fry okay with you? You’re not one’a those vegan-vegetarian types, are you?”

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❛ you call that a costume? ❜

     Wade gets into the Halloween spirit with themed starters:

     “Oh, this old thing?”  Wade glanced down at his suit, which he considered to be the farthest thing from a costume.  “Nah, actually I’m aiming to be Marilyn Monroe for Halloween this year.”  He did a twirl, as if pretending to be decked out in Monroe’s signature white gown, and then posed with his hands on either side of his face.  “What do you think?  Can you tell I’ve been practicing?”   He took a couple steps toward her, sizing up her own outfit of choice, “And what look are you going for anyway?  Russian hooker?”