Deadpool

Ben:

“Alright! Let’s go.” Clapping my hands together like I was breaking from a huddle in the middle of the fourth quarter with a touchdown lead.

“Easy, Wild Thing. First, we need to figure out who left that money to her and see what we can find out about her past. Maybe there’s something about “who” she really is.” Elias sat back in his black leather office chair with those brass buttons along the edges, lacing his fingers across his chest like Desmond.

“Hah! Now you sound like “Dad”.” Chris laughed darkly, looking up from his laptop as the soft illumination highlighted his tight-lined goatee and faux hawked locks that he had tussled into a messy beach look.

“Even posed like him.” Roger pointed out with his finger as he leaned back into the matching sofa, lacing his fingers behind his head with a large shit eating grin.

Elias chuckled darkly tossing a paper weight at Roger, watching as he swiftly caught it before it smacked his head with a heavy clunk as he set it down on the coffee table.

“REALLY! I’m telling “Mom”.” Roger laughed lightly as he went back to his relaxed pose with his left foot bouncing over his knee.

Roger and Elias were the loud imperious types, while me and Chris were the quiet submissive types always observing people around us. The Art of Reading Body language was our secondary strength next to our ability creating barriers.

Elicia enticed something primal with her plasticity in movements and that “smile”.

Oh, God! That smile could melt the Polar Ice Caps without even knowing it.

That deep ache creeping along my spine with a dark shiver, feeling the swirling heat collect in my groin as my sweaty palms rubbed along my denim covered thighs.

“Ben!” Elias’ firm voice snaped me out of my thoughts as he held the SUV keys from his finger with a smug smirk.

“Coffee?” He smiled brightly, leaning back in his chair with his other arm draped over top his head as he swiveled back and forth with his foot against the dark oak desk drawer.

“No Detours.” Chris smiled up from his screen as Roger nodded in agreement with that smug smile that said, “Try Me”.

“How about we all go. Yea?” Deadpanning at them with an arrogant smirk as the stone floor squeaked softly under my skater shoes, exiting with a brilliant smile as three sets of footsteps approached quickly from the office.

“Just Coffee.” Roger spoke with composure as Chris and Elias shared a sneaky smirk over their shoulders.

“That’s what “she” said.” Laughing darkly in our link as the Rover beeped lively with a chirp, jumping in with light laughter as Chris took shotgun, adjusting the radio over to his classic playlist.

“Hold on, I’m Comin” by Sam & Dave trumpeted through the custom stereo, sliding on our sunglasses even though it was another rainy day in “Jolly-Ol” England.

Waving to Maxine as she shook out the kitchen rugs with a bright smile and quick head nod, easing out onto the country roadway as the rain slicked road glistened in a welcoming shine. Tapping my finger against the steering wheel to the upbeat rhythm, weaving through traffic as Randi’s neighborhood appeared with a bright smile laced across our faces.

Parking out front along the quiet sideroad lined with Silver birches as the late afternoon rain glistened gently along the white, silvery toned bark. Leaning back into the supple cloud gray and black grained leather as Elias sent Randi a text eagerly awaiting a reply with his stony expression.

“She’s showering but the coffee is hot.” Elias laughed brightly as he jumped out of the Rover with a weird vivacity to his step, laughing at his boyish attitude as Randi stood with a mischievous grin at the black craftsmen styled door with frosted glass inlay.

“I had a feeling you “four” would be showing up.” He laughed darkly, motioning for us to enter as we followed him into the kitchen with the delectable scent of French roast, warm spice and fresh rain that had me floating on cloud nine.

Looking around the modestly sized house with a weird neoclassical mixed with modern bachelor décor, but relaxing.

“Randi, do you have any bigger…” The sweetest voice sang to my senses as our “Goddess” stood frozen in time at the kitchen doorway with her ombre locks tucked up into a towel, and her glistening body barely contained in the soft dusty blue towel that showed her flirtatious curves being held together with her tanned hand.

“OH, MY GOD!” and like that she was gone with a deep pink blush, tinting her face and chest as her water coated feet thudded down the hallway with a loud bang as the door slammed shut.

“You Stay! E?” Randi pointed to us darting down the hallway, knocking at the door with a sharp rapture as we scrambled to the doorway, peaking around the corner as the door opened and Randi slipped in with a thunderous laugh.

“I’ll Kill the Motherfucker.” Roger growled lowly as we creeped down the hallway like fucking stalkers, listening to the muffled chatter coming from the closed door.

“I’m going to “Kill” you Randi. Why didn’t you tell me we had company? I just literally walked out there naked in front of “Four” fucking “Glorious Hunks of Muscles”. UGH!” Her voice held a certain embarrassment and anger as we leaned closer to the door, hearing Randi laugh with a chesty “ouf” and a soft thud like he was hit with something soft.

“Relax E! You were covered, well, the majority covered but still, get dressed the coffee is ready.” Randi laughed loudly as the handle clicked to open, stumbling over my brothers as they stood trapped in time.

“Move!” Whisper shouting at them as they finally registered the situation, scrambling back into the kitchen with large Cheshire grins as Randi leaned against the door frame with his crossed arms.

“Real Smooth.” He laughed with an eye roll, pushing up from the door frame with his heel as he sauntered around the kitchen, pulling out five normal black mugs and one with Deadpool riding a unicorn shitting out glitter.

“Is he serious right now?” Elias linked us with a humorous tone pouring himself some coffee with French vanilla creamer, and an extra splash of liquid sugar to satisfy his sweet tooth.

“As serious as that mug.” Chris laughed sharply as Randi smacked him upside the head with a warning growl, snatching his mug from the counter with a smug smirk.

“No one talks bad about my mug, especially Ryan Reynolds. That man has an ass I could eat for an eternity.” Randi purred with fluttering lashes as he kissed Deadpool with a bright smile.

“Can we say, “Creepy”.” Roger rolled the word cupping his hands together like a classic Deadpool leaning his head against his laced fists, kicking his foot out in a dreamy boy pose.

“Stop!” Pointing at them both wiggling their brows like they were planning to do something…

Roger jumped on Randi’s back, while he galloped around the kitchen screaming, “I’M A UNICORN!” then Roger following, “Look Away Child!” slapping Randi’s ass with a joyous “Yee-haw!”.

“Look at all the “Fucks” I give.” Elias busted out laughing as Roger leap frogged over Randi’s back, clenching his stomach in laughter.

“You Big Chrome Cock Gobbler.” Chris laughed out pointing to Randi, grabbing my shoulder to stay upright, face palming myself in disbelief trying to pour myself a cup of coffee.

Smelling the delicious warm spice and fresh rain as it drifted through the monstrous laughter and French roasted coffee beans.

“You Better Shut your Cock Washer before I slap the Dick off your breath.” A smooth, sweet voice laughed darkly from the doorway stopping us dead in our tracks as her damp ombre locks glistened gently against the recessed lighting highlighting that bright smile that sliced through the air straight to my groin.

“Damn.” We growled in link with surprised expressions laced deeply across our normal straight, stony features.

Purring darkly as her smile faltered for a second before we all lost it in laughter, motioning for her to join us as Randi poured the remaining coffee with a bright twinkle in his eye.

“Guys, this is Elicia DeWalt, my new “homie roomie”.” Randi smiled with his megawatt gleam behind his sparkling mug, winking at her as she stirred her coffee with a gentle hand, wiping the spoon along the rim before placing it down on the napkin.

Forcing myself to sip my steaming mug of richness as she cupped her mug with both hands, closing her eyes as her face lit up with a warmth that melted us to the spot. Nudging Chris with my elbow, blatantly staring like a “pervy sage” with one of Naruto’s sexy shadow clones.

“Dude, you’re pushing “pervy sage status”.” Linking him as his eyes snapped to the side with an evil smirk as Elias and Roger cleared their throats, sipping their coffee with an eye roll.

“You’re “The Watchmen” from the club last night.” Her smile tilted into a perked brow as those magnificent green hazels with small flecks of blue, looked up over her mug as she scanned between us with goofy grins.