Bullseye/Deadpool - “You know, it’s okay to cry.”
“You know, it’s okay to cry.” Lester rested against the doorframe. “I did just kill your target and steal your reward. Again.”
Wade snorted as he killed the boss in the videogame he was playing. “I’m devastated.” He reached over and tossed Lester a can of soda. “Wanna play?”
Lester was disappointed. He’d been hoping Wade would be in a mood. When Deadpool was angry it was so easy to turn him to sex.
Wade paused the game and gave him a smug look. “Waiting for something?” he asked innocently. “You know, booty calls are usually arranged beforehand.”
Lester glared at him and stalked across the room to plant himself on the opposite end of the couch.
“Unless you just wanted my company,” Wade continued when Lester didn’t reply.
Bullseye ignored him, picking up a controller and scowling as a piece of rubbish came with it.
But Wade had already forgotten his game, sidling up next to him. “Say it,” Wade purred. “Tell me you missed me.”
Lester turned his head, leant close, and bit at Wade’s nose.
Wade shot back, but Lester was already moving, forcing himself on to Wade’s lap.
“You bit me!” Wade complained.
“You sound surprised.”
Wade blinked up at him, then grinned. “I knew this was a booty call.”