"Wade!" A slightly obnoxious voice cut through his concentration on the comic in his hand and had him on his feet and shooting through the throng towards a slight blue and red form on the other side of the crowded hall. He stopped about three yards away and pointed at the man who was standing, arms crossed, hips tilted, in such a way that you could tell he had a sarcastic smirk on his face, even under the mask that covered his mouth.
"Peter!" He made a motion like drawing in rope and the other man followed his lead. They hopped in towards each other as if pulled, then circled, finally "dirty dancing" together a moment before high fiving and pretending to go their separate ways. He had to repress a fit of giggles. They would meet up later. It was just fun to give the impression they didn't know each other and the occurrence was random. They did this every con.
Later, in the hotel bar, he pushed his mask up enough to take a long drink of his gin and tonic and kicked back in the booth. He had also removed his gloves because the night was ridiculously warm and even the determined workings of the bar's air conditioning left him sweating in his full body spandex suit. The vinyl of the booth felt sticky under his fingers. There were footsteps behind him, then his friend slid into the booth across from him, already holding his first beer of the night. He slid his own mask up off his mouth to drink, displaying a big grin.
"Wade." he intoned with a solemn nod.
"Peter." The man in red and black replied, with a chuckle. They only called each other by their character names at the cons, and only by their handles online. It seem somehow wrong to sully the world they were in with stuff from real life like names and jobs and the like.
So, it was Peter, Spidy, Spiderman, or SP for his companion, and Wade, Deadpool, DP, or very rarely, "Merc with a Mouth" for him. They joked sometimes that if they had a friend who cosplayed as Beast, they could be "BDSM" and that would just be kinky.
"You got a new sword" "Peter" observed, pointing over "Wade's" shoulder at the shining handle that was, as far as he knew, identical to the old one.
"Ah yea... how could you tell?" the old one had fell prey to his dog. They just didn't make fake swords like they used to.
The disembodied lips below the webbed mask grinned. "Because I drew on your old one when you weren't looking last con" he admitted cheekily.
"Wade laughed so hard his chest ached and his eyes were watering a little. "You little shit!" he gasped between guffaws. "What did you draw?"
"Oh, you know, the usual... Dicks... 'Spiderman's bitch" anything embarrassing." His look of smug mischievousness remained as he leaned back in the booth again. "So... apropos of nothing, Do you ship Spidypool?" A lick of his lips communicated that he didn't mean in fan fiction.
Tonic water and Gin formed a fine mist over the table as "Wade" sprayed the contents of his mouth in surprise. "What?"
"You, me, my room, mucho snuggles with an option on a shag." He stretched out his blue-clad legs under the table... into "Wade's" lap.
For once, the "Merc with the Mouth" had nothing to say. He just gaped at his friend. "But... we... you... friends... what?" His brain was broken,and he hadn't even drunk enough to blame it on the alcohol.He shook his head to clear it. "But we don't even know each other's names!"
"Spidy" sighed the long suffering sigh of the put upon and misunderstood, removed his feet from his friend's lap and leaned across the table till their heads were close together. "No, we don't and it was ok for a while but... I want more now... I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."Â He whispered, his voice gentle, the same warm tones he used on the phone those nights when he talked his friend through some crisis or another, the same sort of tone he heard on the other end when the roles were reversed.
"Masks off too?" "Wade" offered, reaching for the other man's hand.
"No masks... real names." "Peter" nodded, squeezing the hand in his.
"This is crazy, you know... we live on opposite sides of the country... it would be disastrous or at least really painful for us..."
"It's already painful. At least this way we can... do something about it."
"You have a point." He couldn't help but smile, and leaned in, giddy with the thought of finally knowing who his best friend was, of the unexpected intimacy on offer, wondering why he had never thought of it before. He kissed spider man.
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