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“This is so boring” Wade whined into the comms as he fiddled with the gun in his hand. “Why isn’t Zero the one doing this sitting and waiting bullshit?”
“Because” Came the annoyed voice of Wiliam Stryker for the third time that night. “Zero has his own zone covered. We need your zone covered.”
“Yeah but, I could be on the ground ready to attack, not waiting up in this damn building.” Wade looked out the window, half hiding behind the blinds that blew in the evening breeze. From his vantage point 10 floors above, he could make out the parking lot and the back end of another apartment building. His partner in this boring ass mission was on the ground, ready to strike once he got the word. He couldn’t see Logan from wherever he was hiding, he was probably in some dark car waiting for the word.
“Stop complaining or else you’ll be on cleaning duty for a month. Go to channel 8.” Wade moved his hands to his com before Stryker continued. “Wade, do not leave your channel. If you distract anyone else, I’ll make your life a living hell.”
“It already is” he mumbled before changing to the channel needed with a beep. There was silence for a moment before Logan’s voice came over the comm.
“Hotel to Whisky, do you read me?”
“Yep, loud and clear sweetums.” He hummed into the com, looking through the scope of his gun. He’d rather be with his katanas on the ground, ready to slash and cut when needed. Being the second best shot on the team, ment he was the bird in the sky, watching the earth below. He tried to find Logan in the cars below, but was blocked by most of the rooftops of the cars. A growl came through the comms, echoing weirdly in his ear.
“We have codenames for a fucking reason.”
“Yeah but I don’t like yours. I mean it’s just the phonetic alphabet.” Getting bored of not finding Logan, he moved to look into the apartment across from them. Each window was darkened, it was just as abandoned as the one Wade was hiding out in. Their target was thought to be in a building behind the one Wade was looking at. He was truely only there if they got their information wrong some how, or if the fucker did a run for it and came their way. Really, it was punishment for mouthing off again. He knew they wouldn’t get any kind of action that night. “Sweetums fits you better. You got such a sweet hairy face.”
“Shut the fuck up Wilson and keep an eye out.” There was a frustrated growl under Logan’s words. Wade grinned.
“Now look who’s not using codenames.”
“Shut up dipshit, they could be listening in.” Wade rolled his eyes and reloaded his gun, not that there was anything to shoot yet. He was just getting ready, in case something fun did happen.
“Oh please, the target doesn’t even know we are here, let alone what secure line we are on.”
“It might not be secure.” Wade snorted.
“You are just using that as an excuse to not talk to me, you wound me Logan. I thought we had something going on here. I say something witty, you grunt back instead of using real words.” There was a grunt on the other line that Wade took as a silent ‘fuck off’. He surveyed the parking lot and first few floors again, still nothing changed. “Whatcha wearin’?”
“What the fuck?” Wade let out his own laugh at the other’s tone.
“I’m bored, nothing is happening and we're going to be here all night. Might as well have some fun.”
“Or you could shut the fuck up and do your goddamn job.” He stuck his tongue out, not that Logan could see and whined into the comms once more.
“But where’s the fun in that? I’ll tell you what I’m wearing.” There was an annoyed sound from the other end.
“I already know what you’re wearing. Red and black tank top and cargo pants. I saw you an hour ago.” Wade bit his lip to try to keep the smile out of his voice. Grumpy motherfucker was playing along, or at least was getting distracted enough to keep talking to him. Either way he wasn’t bored anymore.
“You don’t know what I have on underneath.”
“And I don’t care to know, Bub.” Wade kept his eye through the scope, but twisted it so he had a more wide view of the ground below. Now with his hand not needed to scan the land, he ran it down the front of his pants.
“You should care. I’m taking my hand, and sliding them down my chest. My hand is now halfway into my pants. I can feel the lace boxers, soft and silky on my fingertips, and on my cock.”
“Shut your goddamn mouth before I come up there and cut your tongue out.” There was something husky in the other’s voice.
“The lace is bright red. I’m rubbing myself slowly over the lace. It kinda tickles but in a good way.” He let out a soft sigh as he adjusted himself, fingers tracing up and down softly over his cock. “I’m going to pull my pants down.”
“Wade.” There was a growl in Logan’s voice that had blood rushing below Wade’s belt. “We are on a fucking job.”
“Fucking is the only job I care about right now.” He said cheekily, pulling his pants down to his knees, keeping the red lace boxers still on. “I’m starting to get hard, Logan.”
“Fuck.” There was a slight thump that came through the other line. Wade wasn’t too sure if Logan was punching something, or throwing his head back on the headrest of whatever car he was in.
“Should I pull myself out or keep playing over my red lace-y boxers?” He said with a slight moan, fingertips squeezing the head of his cock and pulling off. There was a shuffle on the other line. “Logan?”
“Keep them on, Red.” Wade cupped himself and slowly rocks his hips into his warm hand. “What are you, uh, doing now?” He grinned at the awkwardness coming from Logan, however he’s not complaining anymore so Wade takes this as a sign to keep going.
“I’ve taken my pants off, well they are around my knees. I have my fingers loosely wrapped around my cock and I’m rocking my hips. I kind of wish it was your hand I was rocking into.” He panted into the comm. There was another thump, just to be safe he took his hand off his junk and scanned the ground with the scope. Still nothing. “You’d feel so good, thick strong fingers over my cock.”
“I’d play with your tip.” Logan’s voice was quiet yet it made Wade jump, heart pounding.
“Yeah?” He moved his hand so that only his fingertips were touching his tip through the lace. Slowly circling over the head, rubbing slightly over with the ghost of his fingers. “How, baby?”
“Yeah.” There was a growl to the other’s voice and the sound of shuffling. “I’d spit on it, then rub it all over your tip, getting it nice and wet.” Wade didn’t need spit, with how precum pearled out, causing a cold wet spot on his sensitive head. His cock twitched, smearing the precum more and his eyes rolled back.
“Oh fuck, baby please.” He let out a small whimper, pulling his hand back from himself, not wanting this to end quite yet.
“You’d like that?”
“Yes, you’re gonna make me cum so quickly.” There was a grunt on the other line as Logan swore softly. “Talk to me Lo, are you touching yourself too?”
“I am, Red. I’m stroking my cock.” Wade openly moaned at that image. Logan getting so turned on by Wade being a slut that he needed to get off too. A shudder ran through his body and he bowed his head for a minute to catch his breath before getting back into position, looking through the scope but not really seeing anything.
“Can I suck you off? Please?” He whined into the comm, running his own hands down his length, gripping a little tighter over the lace.
“I’d let you do that, but I want to cum all over your face.” Wade bit his lip at the stifled groan of the other, his own whimper getting lost as his breath hitched. “I want everyone to see what a slut you are for my cock.”
“I’ll be your good slut, baby, I’d be so good for you.” He started rocking his hips, feeling the lace on his skin, the cooling spots of precum that was making a mess. He felt sticky and wet and so fucking hot. “I wouldn’t even cum, I’m being so good right now, I’m not touching myself. I wouldn’t while sucking your cock.”
“Touch yourself Bub, that’s an order. Nice and slow for me, fuck.” Wade used three fingers to make a loose ring and thrusted his hips through it, slowly. He shuddered again, pleasure making his toes curl as he slowly fucked his hand.
“I am, oh fuck I am.” He could feel the coil in his gut tighten, soft whispers of pleasure broke from his lips as he tightened his grip. Lace became tacky and stuck to his skin, but he didn’t care, he felt so good because of Logan.
“Keep going, I want to hear you cum.” Logan’s own breathing was becoming hard and heavy over the comms and Wade loved it. He was driving the other crazy and it was making him feel crazy good.
A beep came over the line then and Stryker’s voice came through.
“Hotel, Whiskey, status update.” Wade bit hard into his free hand, trying not to moan at the mix of pain and pleasure. The sharp tang of blood slipped over his tongue.
“No-nothing. Sir.” Logan’s voice shook, his breathing a bit heavy over the comms but sounded a lot less wrecked then Wade felt. He kept fucking into the ring of his hand, Logan gave him an order and he’d sure as hell follow through. His hips started an uneasy rhythm, the idea of getting caught was swirling around in his head.
“Victor and Fred reported movement by the south side of the building. John is going in for a closer look. If the target is there, he’ll report back and I’ll give you two the next steps. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Wade?” He took a gulp of air, trying not to cry out, he was so so fucking close.
“Uh huh. Yep.” He prayed to a god he didn’t believe in that he didn’t sound as fucked as he felt. There was another beep as Stryker left the call.
“You fucking whore.” Logan growled into his ear. “I could hear you, you didn’t fucking stop. Stryker could probably hear how much of a slut you are being.”
“Logan, please, I’m so close. You said to keep going, oh fuck Logan.” He whimpered out. “I’m being good, you said you wanted to hear me cum, I’m so close.” He kept babbling, right on the edge, the coil tightening, precum soaking his boxers even more.
“You love being my little whore don’t you? Would you let me fuck you, where everyone could see?I think you fucking would, too cock drunk to even think straight or to be embarrassed.”
“Please, baby, baby please. Can I cum now? I’m so close, oh please, please. I’m your little whore, let me be your whore please.” He fucked into the ring of his fingers, precum oosed from his boxers, making a drippy mess down onto the stone floor.
“Okay, Bub, okay. Cum for me.” Logan’s own voice sounded tense as if he was also holding himself back from the edge. Wade’s eyes rolled back as shots of cum filled the lace boxers. His hips fucking the are with each hot rope, a broken moan echoed around the space as he shuddred.
“Fuck Wade, ngh, fuck!” His head swam as he heard Logan cum over the comms, his cock twitching in time to his beating heart. Logan sounded wrecked, he sounded beautiful, soft grunts and low moans. Wade’s head spun at the toe curling sound. If he hadn’t just cum, that sound alone would do it for him. That sound would become his wanking material for the rest of his fucking ife.
“Whiskey!” A voice from his comm just after a beep. “Whiskey, he’s in your building, I repeat he’s in your building.”
Wade looked behind him and saw the target. The blood rushing in his ears made it impossible to hear what Logan or Stryker was saying over the comms. He didn’t think, he just spun the gun around and shot.