"Those will give you cancer, y'know."
Wade looks up from where he's sitting on the side of the rooftop, blowing out his last puff of smoke as Peter comes over to perch his classic way beside him, fully suited. He gives his cigarette a small flick, ashes falling over the side of the building.
"Ha, good one." Wade smirks, mask pulling up halfway so he could smoke. Peter rolls up his own mask halfway, revealing his own smirk. His eyes are still covered but Wade can tell the smaller hero is looking at the cigarette in his hand, watching how smoke lazily trails from the lit end.
"I didn't know you smoke." Peter shifts to sit on his behind beside Wade, both their legs now dangling over the edge. Their thighs brush.
"I don't often, but every once in a while I will. Not like I have anything to worry about. And it's hot, or at least girls on booktok say so." He takes another drag as Peter snorts, licking his lips as he exhales the cloud away from Peter. He's thoughtful like that.
A beat passes, then Peter shifts reaching out for the cigarette. Wade makes a sound in the back of his throat, holding his hand away from the hero.
"Woah there, Webs. Having cancer is kinda my thing, can't let you steal my style. You already took inspo from my suit."
Peter rolls his eyes, whole head moving with it to convey the emotion through his mask. His hand pulls away however, and Wade believes he dropped it.
Wade looks back to the skyline, taking another long drag of his cigarette. Before he can exhale however, a gloved hand is on his chin, turning his head back towards the hero. Lips seal over his own, and Wade feels exasperation and fondness in his chest for the sneaky spider. Heat and want also bloom low in his belly, and he's powerless to pull away, exhaling the smoke into Peter's mouth, the smaller male inhaling it. Peter pulls away slightly, their faces still close as he smirks triumphantly at the merc, blowing out the smoke in his face. Wade almost whimpers. Almost. (He totally did.)
"Didn't think I'd ever say this, but I understand the booktok girlies now."
Peter chuckles, the sound interrupted by Wade surging forward to seal their lips back together. Wade still doesn't like the idea of Peter taking up smoking, wanting to do anything to prolong this mans life the best he can. But one cigarette between lovers wont hurt.
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