Spidey-boy

  “No, Karen! Stop it with the ‘instant kill,’ already.”  Peter Parker/Spiderman (but, don't tell anyone, kay?) 

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maisonxmarchenhaft:

The boy was definitely doing something and Wade was appreciating it. He licked his lips and listened. Indeed, he was way too dressed for the ocassion, which is why, with the click of a button his pants undid and the belt was opened. A majestic pair of balls swung heavy under eight inches of pure virile meat that were going to be pushed all the way inside Peter’s hole. Both were crowned by auburn pubes in the shape of a triangle that even went up on Wade’s abdominals.

He jumped up, pushed them down and got back in. “Finally you’re using that mouth for what matters,” said Wade pressing himself closer. As he got to Peter’s rear, Wade pried open the buttocks, leaning closer, to lick the hole for a second time. “Shhhhh… I’m gonna do so much more than this.” And with only those raspy words, he leaned in to suck the hole out of Peter, his tongue penetrating deep into him while his hands massaged the boy’s buttocks.

When he heard the rustling of fabric and the motion of someone behind him, Peter turned his head once more so that he could take in the whole show; it was truly a feast for the eyes. Peter was almost positive that he was drooling when he saw Wade completely exposed before him. It only made the younger man want him even more, his erection straining more at his growing insatiable lust for his  companion.

“Aw, shut it. This coming from the Merc with a mouth himself.” Peter teased just as he felt the familiar sensation of Wade’s tongue up against his tight entrance. A shiver rolled down his spine and he had to resort to burying his face in the sheets to keep from moaning too loudly, though the sheets did little to mute him. Peter was just an overall sensitive person and Wade simply had a way in the bedroom that was showing to drive him wild. Feeling the tongue delve deeper, Peter wantingly jutted his ass out into Wade’s face, burying the man’s expression between his plump cheeks. “Aw, Wade!” Peter groaned, curling the sheets within his digits. “Could ya, uh...maybe spank me?” He requested softly, in hopes of not sounding too foolish; he was just getting really into it and wanted the full experience.

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maisonxmarchenhaft:

Damn. This was it. This was the opportunity and yet, it felt odd to barge in like he always did, guns blazing and ready to just do the deed. No. This wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted Peter to enjoy it, which is why he sought the lips of the boy. He wanted this just as much as he did, which is why he pressed his clothed erection closer and found the lips of Peter to deliver a powerful kiss. If this was going to happen, if this was going to go, it better be good. It better be unlike those times when he simply took the other and had his way. It better be memorable. It better be the best he could give because this was Peter he was talking about.

The lips of Wade continued it’s way down. They moved to Peter’s neck, where they left a shallow mark and then moved to his back, where the skin was prickled. His fingers hooked on Pete’s boxers, pulling them ever so slightly as the skin was caressed by Wade’s five-o’clock. He carried down, dragging his teeth through the spine and landing a kiss right where it ended. Face down, Wade pulled the boxers down and munched on one of the globes. “I want to hear you moan,” he ordered. “I want to hear you scream my name,” Wade continued, before he pushed the buttocks open for him to give a lick.

Every single damn time Wade touched his skin or made contact with it in any way, shape, or form, any army of goosebumps would invade the surface of it. His companion just seemed to have the perfect touch, one that would drive a boy mad. When the last piece of his clothing was partially shed, he felt so nervous and excited all at once to be completely and totally vulnerable in front of Wade, something he had never done before. All his worries were put to rest when he simply went to town on his ass, biting and fondling his cheeks here and there. “Oh, yeah, that’s it,” Peter moaned, pushing his ass up to the meet the other, as if offering it to him. “You’re gonna have to do a lot more than give me a lick or two to have me screaming your name, Wade. And here I thought you were a master in bed.” He teased, biting down on his bottom lip as he looked over his shoulder at the man he cared so much for.

“Here,” Peter wiggled out from under Wade’s weight and shimmied out of his boxer briefs, tossing them aside as if nothing. His member sprang forth, hitting the bottom of his abdomen as it had hardened during his massage. Then, Parker got down on his hands and knees before the scarlet clad mercenary, pulling his cheeks open with one hand. “Now, you can try to get me to scream your name.” Peter teased with a soft laugh, even though he knew he was about to be putty in the other’s hands. “One more thing: you’re wearing way too much clothes.”

[boysofcharm]

@notapartytrickparker

Most people’s fantasies never saw the light of day in reality. They remained just that - fantasies; the kind you think about late at night and imagined a world without consequences and where you could be just that little bit more shameless to go for it. Stiles, on the other hand, was proud of how shameless he could be and was reaping the benefits of it right now. It seemed to almost be a right of passage that eventually you might get saved by Spiderman himself.  He’d always been a fan of most things geeky or nerdy, especially superheroes. But Spiderman? Spiderman was a favourite, he had become almost obsessed with him when he’d first come on the scene and often found himself caught between wanting to geek out about him and wanting to indulge in those depraved and  dirty thoughts and fantasies about the young hero in the skin tight suit that he just couldn’t get enough of.

Now most people would thank Spiderman for helping save them, whether it was from petty crooks or perhaps a fire or some kind of disaster. Usually that involved just a stammered verbal appreciation and perhaps a poorly timed request for a selfie but Stiles was anything but regular and had his own special way of thanking the web swinging vigilante.

“Told you I was your biggest fan” He said, breath hot and lips wet as he shamelessly slid his tongue across his lips and looked up at the masked hero standing above him as Stiles was kneeling on the ground behind the dumpster in the alleyway. His long fingers wrapped around the cock of the hero, the bottom half of Spiderman’s suit slightly tugged down to show off that impressive cock and the curve of his ass as Stiles’s shit eating grin continue to fill his face and shamelessly slid his tongue on the underside of his cock just to get as much of a reaction as possible.

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It had been a big day for the masked web-slinger. One minute he was enjoying his day at home, the next he had don the infamous suit to go and rescue people from a burning building. It wasn’t easy, but he was able to team up with the firemen where they put out the fire and he rescued all of the civilians. It wasn’t easiest disaster to go through, put they managed to save everyone and a majority of the building. Just as he was about to swing off, another young man approached him and asked if he could properly thank him, whatever that meant, so being the oblivious hero that he was, he agreed and the two went off into the nearest alley, behind a dumpster.

Suddenly Peter Parker was understanding how the young man had planned on thanking him and since he was in the heat of it, he couldn’t exactly back out. He only had hoped that no one would find them. But, other than that, Peter couldn’t lie and say that he wasn’t enjoying the hell out of himself. The raven-haired male was wrapped around his solid, erect eight and half-incher and going to town on it like a pro. Closing his eyes, Peter leaned his head back and let out a load moan that came from his gut.

“Yeah, baby, you like that?” He asked, taking a moment to look down upon his companion with a smirk tugging on his own lips. “Show me how much.” He demanded, running his fingers through the other’s hair, urging him to further go down on him. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right.

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boysofcanon:

Steve had never really considered himself the territorial type, thinking that Alpha macho rubbish was just that - rubbish. But with Peter and the eyes she was making at him he’d felt it, the need to make something clear and ward off any other potential admirers of the young man. It felt good to have his hand there and even better for her to take the hint and back off, as if agreeing to Steve’s silent claim over the young man. Perhaps it was cave man like of him and a little primal, but Peter seemed happy enough with the actions and Steve felt a pleasant rush through his body if only for a moment. “She’s persistent but mostly because she thinks you’re available, I knew if I made it seem otherwise she’d take the hint” He explained at Peter’s question before his smile returning as he glanced down at the young man against his side. “And for more selfish reasons, well, I just wanted to have you this close. I hope you don’t mind” He said though from that beautiful blush on his face kind of gave the answer away already.

The place was a favourite of Steve’s, smaller than most places and while doing well for itself was never overcrowded or obnoxiously busy. “I’m glad you like it, I thought we might agree on this place though let’s see how you try the food before you fall in love with this place” He remarked, a warm smile on his face though he found his brows raising a little bit as Peter excitedly suggested probably both the cheesiest and sweetest he’d heard in a long time. How had this city not ruined a soul like Peter’s, he was sweet and ridiculous in the best possible way. “Well, I only see one problem with that is in that scene what was so sweet about it was they were too shy to kiss each other and weren’t sure they wanted to kiss each other” Steve pointed out, eyes half lidded and a knowing smile on his lips as he continued. “I don’t think we’ll have that problem, will we Peter?” He asked with a soft chuckle before leaning back a little. “But you should definitely get the spaghetti with meatballs it’s quite amazing.”

Even though they were about thirty minutes into their date, Peter still had the feeling of needing to pinch himself. For three weeks he had been pining after the hunk next door and just like that, they’re on a date? It seemed far too good to be true. Nevertheless, he wasn’t going to do his best to enjoy the date and stay in the present moment, Steve deserved that and so much more. “Oh, c’mon, it’s hard to mess up Italian food. Plus, it would give me even more incentive to see you, as if I needed any more, honestly. But, you showed me this place, it’d wrong if I came with anyone else, right?” The younger male asked, brows raised, as he eyed the man across the table. When the other insinuated about the two kissing, he felt two very distinct sensations: his face going warm again, as per usual and his jeans becoming a little tighter than they were before. Was it even appropriate to feel that way on a first date? “I, uh, no, I don’t think we will, Steve, I do not think so.” He noted, crossing his legs with a smile, trying to act as if everything was perfectly casual. “You know what? I just might take you up on that suggestion. After all, you know the place far more than I do.”

Once the two had ordered Peter handed off his menu to the waiter and brought his attention back to Steve. “Hey, do you think that I could ask you a question?” Peter mused. “And I know this might come off as just me being hard on myself and praising you to the fullest again, but I just gotta know: why did you ask me out? Call it curiosity more than anything else. Obviously you know by now that I’m not the greatest actor and that I’ve been crushing on you hard since the day that I’ve moved in. But, you? You’re practically a model and probably have men and women throwing themselves at you. Call me someone with low self-esteem, but I just don’t see how I could stack up against those kinds of people and come out the victor, you know?” His words weren’t sad, in the slightest, but it was something he had been wondering since the moment Steve proposed their date.

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boysofcanon:

Watching Peter leave only to rush back and then go off again made Steve realize something as he smiled away, yeah…he liked this kid. Probably a lot more than he should but he could actually hear his friend and co-worker Natasha reminding he deserved something more and that it was alright for him to be selfish once in a while and with Peter…maybe he was okay with the idea of being selfish. So he eventually went back to his own apartment, seeing he’d missed a call from Natasha herself and called her back and explained why he wouldn’t be free tonight. She seemed rather impressed, asking who the lucky guy was and when Steve finally got around to admitting it she sounded both surprised and pleased. ‘The cute guy with the dimples and the massive crush on you? I didn’t think you had it in you Rogers, try not to make him swoon too much in one go.’ He knew she was teasing and she was happy for him, lord knows she had been trying to get him to try dating again and was just glad to see he hadn’t given up on trying. 

By the time seven had almost come around, Steve was wearing a nice dark blue shirt that was well fitted without being obscenely tight with smart black trousers and similarly well kept shoes. The first button was undone on the shirt and he’d just finished putting on a little bit of cologne when he’d heard the door bell go and headed over only to be surprised to see Peter standing there. “Decided to surprise me and be the one to pick me up? What a gentlemen” Steve smiled, finding himself enjoying that Peter had done that and kept Steve on his toes just a little bit. The question both surprised him and made his heart flutter just a little bit, Peter really was that genuine and sweet through and through. He gently leaned in and planted a gentle and simple kiss to his cheek. “Now it’s officially a date” He said with a soft smile and a knowing look in his eyes. “Shall we?”

Heading towards the front of the building, they’d just reached the last corridor when Ms Baker herself showed up. Blonde hair and red lipstick, her usual aura of confidence about and she smiled widely as she caught sight of two of her favourite targets. “Steve, so wonderful to see you again and you handsome, I haven’t seen you around either Peter. Not hiding from me are you?” She teased, flirting as per usual and took a step to the younger of the two. “Wonderful to see you too Ms Baker, we’re actually heading out now” Steve said and casually slid his arm around Peter’s waist and tugged him him into his side. The action seemed simple enough, but it send a message loud and clear to both her and perhaps Peter. “Oh, well then” She said and clearly saw the silent claim and polite warning from the ex-military man and she offered a quick smile and a nod of understanding before moving passed the two of them. “Have fun then boys!” She called back before she was gone and Steve looked back to Peter, hand still on his waist and chuckling a little. “Now then, shall we?”

“Truth be told, I didn’t have it in me to wait any longer. But, I’ll definitely take gentleman compliment, either way.” Peter seemed to be gaining a little bit more confident with each passing second because at least he had the peace of mind of knowing that Steve at least liked him too. He barely got any time to admire how dashing Steve looked and smelled because he was planted a sweet kiss on his cheek, giving him all the confirmation he needed without even needing to ask, even though his date made it all the more clear in a verbal fashion as well. “A date, then. Well, I gotta say you look...amazing, Steve.” Peter hummed, a soft smile on his lips. He couldn’t ever stop gushing about him. “I consider myself lucky to be your date tonight, truth be told.” He confessed, leaning up on his toes to give the man an equally soft and warm kiss on his cheek, bordering on his jawline. “We, shall.” Agreeing, he began on the familiar route with Steve, only this time, there was something more between the neighbors than just mail adventure companions.

As soon as Ms. Baker showed up, it changed the aura of the quarters the three were occupying. The woman was loud, a tad bit obnoxious, but was definitely the kind of woman to be the life of the party. “Ms. Baker!” Peter exclaimed, feigning politeness. “I’ve just been really held up in my place because of work. You understand, don’t you?” Peter was barely able to get in another word in edgewise as he felt a strong and strapping arm slither it’s way around his waist, leaving him speechless and slightly flushed, once again. But, knowing how to keep up a routine, he snuggled into Steve’s arm, casually laying his head on the man’s chest with a flirty and content smile for the woman. “Buh-bye! See you soon, alright?” The young man called out to another one of his neighbors. “Please, before we get bombarded by any other of our neighbors.” He noted with a soft sigh and a bit of a laugh. The moment had actually been rather amusing when given the chance to think about it. Once outside, Peter still found himself in his date’s hold and it made him wanna pipe up again. “So, that was some quick thinking back there. I bet she got the message loud and clear, huh? How’d you think of wrapping your arm around me? He wasn’t about to push the situation further because it actually felt rather comforting.

Once at the restaurant, Peter marveled at how quaint and authentic it looked and smelled. It was such a gem and it was right down the block from the complex! “Okay, so I think I found my new favorite place and I haven’t even tried the food yet. What a find, Steve! We should come here more often.” Peter casually slipped into the conversation as the waiter escorted them to their petite table in the back, far from the eyes of the other patrons. It was like they were in their own little world for their first date. Perusing the menu, an idea popped into his head and he lowered it to gaze at the seemingly most gorgeous man in the world. “Hey, I have a crazy idea, so bear with me. What if we shared a plate of spaghetti and meatballs and be all Lady and the Tramp with it? Would that be totally insane and stupid and am I just talking out of my ass at this point?” He asked with a chuckle that seemed both genuine and nervous all at once.

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boysofcanon:

Steve wouldn’t exactly call himself the biggest flirt in the world, he wasn’t a prude or anything but he was never one to go out of his way to hit on people or be over the top about it, he found it impolite and a lot of the time uncomfortable and yet seeing that flush to Peter’s cheeks he couldn’t help but try and fight the pleased smile on his lips. It had been some time since Steve had thought about things like this and truth be told he was finding Peter’s rather adorable nature incredibly endearing and its own way kind of…alluring. He just seemed genuine, even as he was pretending to play it cool. He just seemed authentic and that very much appealed to Steve. “Sure have, walking to my mail box wouldn’t be the same without you around to keep me company. Perhaps we should make it a regular thing, make the process of growing through our mail a little less tedious and maybe something to look forward to” The man suggested, blue eyes meeting brown for a moment as their gaze lingered there. 

Steve had remembered Peter mentioning living with Aunt before but never in this much detail and Steve found himself smiling as he listened to the younger of the two gush about her. A family man, another point in Peter’s favor. Perhaps he was just old fashioned or odd but things like this, being close to your family and putting value in that, being genuine and so on were far sexier to Steve than a lot of his previous neighbours had tried to do to get his attention. “She sounds like an incredible woman, now it makes sense why she was able to raise such a model citizen” He complimented, smiling at Peter and glancing momentarily up and down at the other when Peter’s eyes weren’t on him. He was far younger than Steve’s usual type and part of him was out right appalled at himself for even thinking like that but Peter was indeed handsome. Boyish good looks that he was growing into and Steve knew in a year or two he was going to be an utter lady killer if he wanted to be; then again considering how much attention he’d gotten from Ms Baker perhaps he already was. “She’s persistent for certain, though she seems to be more so with you then most young men who wind up living here. Don’t worry, if she comes for you again and I’m around I’ll make sure to protect you and your rear end. scouts honour” He chuckled, gently reaching out and resting a hand on Peter’s shoulder and giving in a large squeeze. 

Steve’s own mail box wasn’t too exciting, one or two bills and the usual rubbish you got stuffed in there including two leaflets from two different pizza takeouts claiming to have the best pizza in the city. There were a few more personal letters, including one from an old friend. “Just the usual, a letter from my friend Tony that will no doubt be filled with mild to major bragging about wherever he is in the world right now” Steve said before glancing up at his letter, surprise on his face and brows raised when Peter out right asked or…rather half asked Steve the question that had probably been on his mind since the day they locked eyes for the first time. Seeing him like this, both anxious and yet being brave and taking a shot - those brown doe eyes were hopeful if not nervous and Steve couldn’t help but feel, well, drawn to Peter. How often in this city did you find someone this genuine? Steve had spent far too many years being safe and hesitant, perhaps it was time to be a little more forward. “That depends, do you mean the kind of hanging out where we just hang out at each other’s apartment on the rare occasion…” He trailed off and took one step closer, eyes on the other and smile growing just a little. “Or the kind where I pick you up at seven and show you my favourite little Italian?” He asked softly. “How’s tonight sound?”

Peter was even invested in everything Steve said when he was reciting what was in his mailbox! Geez, what was wrong with him? He had barely been living in his apartment for a month and had already been obsessing over someone who probably wouldn’t even give him a second glance in the way he imagined he’d want him to. Steve probably had any number of women at his place on the daily. Why on Earth would he choose to bother with little Peter Parker? “Oh, yeah? I know a Tony like that, too.” It was a small world, after all. “I did an internship with him once. “Just rolling in money and a tech genius. Bang-up guy, though.” Peter’s eyes diverted back to his mail just to see what he had to pay this month, but were quickly brought back up to the Adonis that was Steve and when faced with the two options, Peter quickly got the hint and instantly felt the sensation of wanting to shoot off into the sky like a rocket. “O-Oh! Uh, yeah that second one sounds t-totally rad!” Was all Peter could muster, clutching to his mail as if his life depended on it. “I’ll see you at seven, then!” The grin from his face was a permanent one, it seemed. Peter was simply on cloud nine and nobody could bring him down. Not knowing what to do, he awkwardly went in for a quick hug, but long enough so he could feel the other man’s defined frame and features in his hands. “Okay, bye!” And he was off.

But, seconds later, he dashed back to the man and chuckled nervously once more. “Just wanted to make sure that we could still hangout at each other’s apartments. I wanted to make sure it wasn’t some kind of trade off, like one or other. Because I really think you’re awesome and yeah. Okay, just wanted to make sure, see you at seven!” Peter barely even waited for a response before dashing up the stairs, into his apartment where he proceeded to do a multitude of things, including throw his mail all over the place like it was confetti, call his aunt in a fit of pure joy and have a little bit of a private dance party. Before he realized it, time was going by quick and he quickly got ready for his...date? Was that what it was, officially? Either way, he dressed in what he figured would be casual and comfy enough while still being a bit formal, so he donned a nice red cardigan, a white button up with a matching red bow tie, blue jeans that clung to his lower half and extenuated all the right bits, and his nicest black dress shoes.

At seven, exactly, he couldn’t bear the thought of waiting, so he left his own quarters and ventured across the hall, knocking three times. “You can do this, Peter, you can do this.” He whispered to himself before hearing the door creak open. “Okay, so I know you said you’d pick me up, but you’re right across the hall and I was already all gussied up, so I figured, why not?” Peter rambled on and on. Clearly he had never been this nervous before. “Hey, and can I ask you a quick something?” Taking a moment and a breath, Peter brought his head up a bit more confidently to ask the question that had been plaguing his mind ever since he got back to his own place. “Steve, is this a date?”

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boysofcanon:

Steve had been in this apartment complex for quite a few years now and while everyone was pleasant enough with some small talk between each other this was still New York and so most people kept to himself. Then there was his new neighbour right across the hall, Peter was his name and he was anything but a typical neighbour. He was friendly, almost eager to get familiar with those he lived near, well, at the very least he seemed to be eager to get to know Steve as much as he could. Perhaps if he’d been in his twenties and a little more naive to the world he would have assumed nothing of it, but Steve had lived a little and could tell by that sometimes flustered face, those stammered words and the way the young man would just look at him like that was enough signs for the ex-military man to know that his neighbour was more than a little bit smitten with Steve and was trying and failing to cover it up in some casual guy act. 

It wasn’t the first time someone had gotten it bad for Steve and while the man wasn’t one for ego stroking or bragging it had happened enough times (especially with people in this complex) that he was used to the routine of respectfully declining their advances. Normally it would consist of them flirting with him in an almost painfully obvious way filled with double meaning phrases and inappropriate touching and offers to see their new kitchen tiles or the bedroom renovations or some awful excuse like that. But Peter? He hadn’t fallen into any of those categories, he’d been eager to see Steve certainly and the ‘coincidence’ of getting their mail at the same time hadn’t been lost on Steve but unlike with the others this felt…sweet, perhaps a little more genuine and he couldn’t deny the way Peter would look at him sometimes actually felt rather nice and on more than one occasion Steve found himself puffing out his chest a little more when Peter would look, showing off just a little bit. Good grief, was Steve actually liking his younger, rather obsessed neighbour right back? 

“I don’t know about that, I think I’ve grown to like your company on these dangerous and long winded walks to the mail box.” Steve said with a slow, warm smile and nudged his head in the direction they were headed, as if to silently say ‘shall we?’. “So third week in the complex, how you settling in? I hope Ms Baker has left you alone finally. She can be a little forward with fresh meat in the complex, her words not mine” He said with a smile and glanced over at the other as they continued to walk down the corridor. 

There wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that Steve knew about his slight crush that he was developing, there was just no way. He took dram in high school, how could he not be crushing the acting game? Nevertheless, seeing his neighbor every day at three o’clock was easily becoming his favorite part of the day. It was as if he was seeing him for the first time every time he swung open his door on cue. “You have?” Peter asked, cheeks flushing a deep red. It was such a small talk-y thing to say, but he couldn’t help but take it heart and feel a little bit flattered. “Well, then I guess that goes for me too. Trust me you make getting the mail a whole lot more memorable.” It wasn’t a lie, per say, but it was just about the weirdest thing he could have said. The moment the other male jerked his head towards the stairwell, he nodded his head and trotted along beside him, hands stuffed in his pocket to keep himself fidgeting too much. 

“It’s been kind of a big change, I gotta say. I’ve lived with my aunt the majority of my life, so leaving was kind of a whirlwind, if you get what I’m saying. Sure, she’s still twenty minutes away, but it’s kind of a huge leap from thirty seconds in the next room. God, I miss her.” Peter noted with a sigh trailing his words. For once, he was in the presence of his across the hall neighbor and wasn’t thinking about how much he could bench. It was a miracle. “Aw, she means well...I guess? She wasn’t too much of a bother, honestly. Never got such a welcome wagon in my life. The woman pinched my butt so many times, I haven’t been able to sit right these past couple of days.” He groaned with a hearty chuckle, rubbing his behind. It was no joke, he seriously had several minor bruises. Ms, Baker did not play around. “And, hey, isn’t it kind of flattering to have one of your neighbors kind of be into you?” He asked, prematurely jumping the gun, but it seemed like a good enough transition to find out how Steve felt on the particular issue.

The two walked parallel to one another down the stairs that led them to the first floor of the complex where all the mailboxes were lined up next to each other. Fishing his key from his pocket, Peter unlocked the box to find several letters and a care package from Aunt May. “Did you get anything good? All I got was some junk mail, bills and some cookies from dear old auntie. So, I guess I kind of scored, huh?” A nervous laugh escaped his lips and Peter wanted only to disappear. What was he doing? He felt as though he was making a complete fool out of himself. “So, uh, Steve?” Peter asked, bouncing back on his toes anxiously. “Would you maybe like to, um, hang out...sometime?”

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maisonxmarchenhaft:

I love you. Those were the words that Wade was expecting to hear, but if only they came in a different setting. Perhaps Peter was right: it was in his hands to make them happen. He pressed further and deeper, getting on all those deep muscles and tissue in order to make the other feel good. Wade decided to lean closer. Not without a date? Huh, he wasn’t the kind who would kiss and tell, and most definitely wasn’t the kind to get into long romantic dates. Find them, fuck them and leave them… that was his motto. But with Peter, it felt different. He leaned closer and landed his lips on Peter’s nape, while his hands worked under his lumbar muscles, kissing his skin with a simple touch.

“Even if it feels this good?” Wade asked Peter in his ear. Blood was rushing in and his crotch felt tighter as he pressed closer to Peter, a shallow bite was then given to his shoulder. “Because I got more ways to make you feel this good, but only if you want it to,” said Wade, fingers caressing Peter in a much more tender fashion.

Peter was just in a perpetual state of bliss having the other’s hands on him. It was somewhat of a familiar feeling since Wade’s trademark was being touchy, but this time felt different, warmer, gentler, and more meaningful. His closed eyes popped open when he felt a pair of lips graze the back of his neck and a soft coo of surprise and pleasure cruised through his lips. Combining this with how thorough his companion was going on his skin, Peter never though he would be able to feel such a euphoric sensation so soon in his lifetime. “Well, if it feels that good, then I just might have to make an exception. You’re pretty much the only person I’d make any kind of exception for, anyhow. With anything, really.” And as if on instinct, Peter’s fingers curled into the comforter of the bed when a pair of teeth left a little love mark on his left shoulder. Wade suddenly had this power of being both sensual and passionate, while also being gentle and romantic. 

Though he didn’t need to think on it much at all, Peter teasingly took his sweet time in responding to Wade’s offer, before beckoning him to bend over close, so that he could whisper in his ear. “I want it,” He began softly, yet confidently stating his desire. “I want you.” Peter could already feel his body becoming more agitated and fiery-hot by the second. “Bad.” He finished, giving a small nibble to Wade’s earlobe before arching his back and popping his rear up against the scarlet pants he knew too well.

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“why do i love you?” (from you know who... I mean, Wade, not Voldemort. That'd be weird.)

“I’m still having a hard time trying to figure that out, if we’re being totally honest.” Peter replied, rather matter-of-factly. “When you make cheesy and dirty puns, I constantly berate you for them, if I rolled my eyes any more when I’m with you, they’d fall clean out of my head, and we’re constantly teasing the living shit out of one another.” Peter’s words all came with an amused smile that just grew bigger and bigger as he went along. “Wow. I guess that means we should hate each other, huh? Sorry things didn’t work out.” After a moment of keeping up the facade, Peter ran to Wade, wrapping his arms around him, burying his face in the other man’s chest. “I’m just joshing. I don’t know why you love me, per say, but I do know one thing,” Peter looked up at smiled up at Wade, the most charming and sentimental one he could muster. “I love you, too, buddy-boy.”

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“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“Stupid?” Peter asked, completely dumbfound. It wasn’t really helping his case. “Stupid? You think I’m stupid? Y’know, I’m starting to think that I should take some offense to that!” The young man grumbled with a furrowed brow and arms crossed over his chest. “Look, I know I leave little notes everywhere for people to see when I solve a crime, but I don’t have time to stand around and wait! I’d like to think that makes me awfully considerate, actually.” After his mini rant, the webslinger took a moment and sighed. “So, what exactly makes me so, so stupid?”

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maisonxmarchenhaft:

Wade chuckled. What made him think he was the best masseuse there ever was? Well, it was simple: he wanted to touch Peter in every way he could, so though not trained, he would have to give his best to the boy. Whatever he lacked in training, he made up in enthusiasm, and boy, was Wade enthusiastic. He jumped up the second Peter laid on the bed and straddled on top of him, his pelvis just up and above Peter’s buttocks. “Alright, alright, jeez… kids nowadays are so entitled. They feel like they deserve everything.” A soft slap was given to the rear of Peter, more fun than lewd. “That’s for pressuring me, an artist, to work on your knots.” Wade knew little about skin and muscles, but he understood well that warmth made good for the body, so he rubbed his hands together and when they were warm enough, he pressed them against the shoulders of Peter. He started moving with the muscle, moving from the insides of Peter’s neck to the outside of his back.

Boys were definitely built different than in his time. Here he was, feeling a twink under him which was built like a brick house. Barely legal. How many times had he jacked off to porn in a similar setting? Enough to rub his dick off, but that was not something he was going to confess. Instead, he continued working on his way down. “Pete,” he asked the boy, unsure of where this one was coming, “Do you think we’d make a good couple?” At times, Deadpool could be serious. This was one of those very rare occurrences.

“Oh, shut i-” Peter’s words were interrupted by a surprised yelp. He had expected Wade to get a bit handsy, but certainly not out of the gate. And although he would never admit, the slap felt awfully good. Thank goodness he couldn’t see the look on his face. “Hey, you were the one who offered in the first place, Mr. Artist. Plus, if that’s some kind of punishment, you’re gonna have to up your ante.” The words were joking and playful, sure, but the sentiment was all too real. As soon as Wade began gliding and rubbing his hands on his neck, he could feel some kind of instant relief. It was as if he just desperately needed someone to go to town on his knots. Even pocking them would suffice, but of course Wade was doing more than just poke. He even had the want to moan, but he figured Wade would get weirded out and take it in the wrong fashion. Sure, it was a paranoid fear, but he was able to keep his sounds to himself for the time being. “I feel like you’ve been holding out on me. You may have a serious backup career on your hands. Ha. Get it? On your hands? Oh, God, I’m funny.” Peter noted with a soft chuckle.

When asked the question, Peter elevated himself slightly, resting his chin on his fist in thought. “Interesting question,” Pretending to think on it for a while, he couldn’t help the soft smile that formed on his face without even knowing it. “I think we’d make the best couple, actually. I know you asked if we would make a good couple, and I didn’t really fulfill that question, exactly, but I choose to believe I did a good job.” He took another moment, thoughts flooding to his head like a roaring river. “And why shouldn’t we? I love you, man.” Peter mused softly, the smile never fading from him. “Why do you ask, hm? Ever think about what it would be like?” Peter had to admit, he thought about it at times too. “But, I don’t do anything without a proper date. Point blank.”

[an-exotic-writer]

five word prompts

[inspired by this]

“actually… i just miss you.”

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

“and slowly… i was forgotten.”

“and then everything just disappears.”

“and where do i go?”

“anyone could tell from here.”

“are you finishing that or…?”

“are you stupid or stupid?”

“anything, just call me, okay?”

“bitch better have my money.”

“bro… that’s so… not cool…”

“but did you do it?”

“call me now. it’s urgent.”

“can’t you listen to me?”

“cross that. don’t answer that.”

“don’t even think about it.”

“don’t you dare walk away.”

“do it. i dare you.”

“did you think i forgot?”

“eventually… you just move on.”

“even if you still do.”

“everything will fall into place.”

“fight me, you attractive stranger.”

“for once, i need you.”

“for once… i was right.”

“for once… i was wrong.”

“forget i even asked you.”

“forget it. you fucking suck.”

“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“fuck off. i mean it.”

“give and take. that’s life.”

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”

“have you lost your mind?”

“hello? it’s me. i was-”

“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”

“here’s a glass of whatever.”

“how about a hug, hm?”

“how about you make me?”

“i haven’t forgot you yet.”

“i can’t be around you.”

“i don’t need you, really.”

“i don’t need this now.”

“is this your first time?”

“it’s just a cut, really.”

“it wasn’t me, i swear!”

“i said i love you.”

“just don’t fuck it up.”

“just… come back alive, okay?”

“just make sure you’ve eaten.”

“kick his ass for me.”

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

“life really sucks. feel better.”

“letting go hurts… a lot.”

“let me live, will you?”

“no, i don’t need you.”

“nothing can hurt me now.”

“nothing matters anymore to me.”

“okay it was me… so?”

“people lie all the time.”

“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”

“please, you can’t die now.”

“please don’t leave me alone.”

“quiet. they can hear us.”

“quick! give me your phone!”

“quicker, you freaking piece of-”

“quit it or i’ll bite.”

“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”

“really? do i look stupid?”

“real smooth, tripping over air.”

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”

“seriously? give me a break.”

“so… what are we now?”

“so… did you miss me?”

“so… can we go eat?”

“so… when’s the next flight?”

“so… how did everything go?”

“sometimes, i wish you died.”

“so what? you did it.”

“time passes slower without you.”

“then what do you suggest?”

“the fuck? who are you?”

“then you tell me why.”

“this is not working out.”

“this isn’t what i wanted.”

“this is all a fucking disaster.”

“when did it all happen?”

“who knew you’d be here?”

“why do i even bother?”

“why do i love you?”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“you’re just… so, so stupid.”

“you can’t be here now.”

“you look like an accident.”

“you really need to go.”

“you know who to call.”

"zero fucks given. next please.”

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maisonxmarchenhaft:

The look in Peter’s eyes and the way his body was so close to him made Wade feel his heart flutter. The boy was so good looking and appealing that he, a man who never quite seemed to shut up, had lost words for a second. Wade stumbled on his words, only monosyllables came out of his throat and then shook his head to restart his own talking. “Well,” he said regaining his pose, “I mean, sure, blame it on me. I don’t mind being a bad influence.” A wink. Wade proceeded to get in the room and enjoy the nice ammenities that he had not wasted one single dime on. There was complimentary champagne on the coffee table and a basket of fruits. Fresh. They had recently made the house keeping. Wade thought how much a shame it was because if things continued his way, he was going to have a mess in this room. He picked and apple and tossed it at Spidey, being extremely sure he’ll get it. Wade took his mask off.

“You haven’t been to heaven yet,” Deadpool said with a smirk. Following his mask were the belts that held most of his weapons and the katanas. His gloves then came off. “That’ll be my job when I’m done with you.” Even if it was just a massage or sex, Wade was going to have the boy leave here pleased and satisfied. He jumped to the bed just as Peter did, his top now thrown to the side. “Hope you don’t mind the semi nudity here. The suit was getting gross and sweaty.” He pinched on Pete’s suit too, pulling it slightly from his skin. “And I think you should take it off too. You know, so that I can get my nifty hands on you.”

“Aw, c’mon, you’re not a bad influence.” Peter assured the other, patting the spot on the bed next to him as indication to com and join him. “We’re just different, you and I. And listen, I wouldn’t have it any other way, alright? You’re like one of the very few people in this city that I deeply and truly care about. That’s gotta count for something right?” He coudn’t get a grasp on why he was feeling so sentimental that day. It might’ve had something to do with how close of a bond he felt with Wade that he just felt the need to tell him how special was to him. Who knew? Catching the apple, he took a blunt and quick bite of the fruit, shewing on it and smiling with content. The smile grew even more when his partner in crime took off his mask. There was something so heartwarming and reassuring about being together without the whole facade on for the public. They could just be themselves. It was refreshing. “Woah, woah. I didn’t know I was getting a massage from a supermodel.”

“Oh, yeah?” Peter asked, brow raised in intrigue as he took another chomp out of the apple. “You’re putting a lot of pressure on yourself and setting a pretty high bar. What makes you think you’re the best masseuse that’s ever lived and breathed, huh?” Nodding his head, Spiderman palmed the spider emblem on his chest, releasing the suit’s tight grip on him, leaving it loose. With one quick shake, he let the body bag of a suit fall off of him, leaving him only in his tight boxer briefs. “Sorry for the even more partial nudity. I don’t have the luxury of getting separates. It’s all or nothing, really.” Jumping back on the bed in front of Wade, he spread himself out a bit and closed his eyes, a smile still plastered on his mug. “Well, what’cha waiting for? I’ve got years of saving an entire city to relieve, here!”

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boysofcanon

It was that time again and Peter found himself scurrying to his front door. Seeing as he was an adult, he decided it was best if he moved out of his Aunt May’s apartment and moved into his own. And he was so happy he had done so because the day he moved in, he caught the eye of the most gorgeous across the hall neighbor he had seen in his entire life. He nearly dropped a box of fragile picture frames and mementos just from the looks of him. As he got the routine of living in the apartment, he noticed that his neighbor, who he figured out was named Steve would get his mail at exactly three o’clock, so he too would strategically and coincidentally get his mail at the same time. For reasons.

Glaring at his watch, the digitized digits read 2:58 and he patiently waited at his peephole. Two minutes later, he heard and saw the door creak open and he too fumbled with his knob to open the door, greeting the familiar face with a nervous and goofy grin. 

“So, uh, we meet again, huh? We gotta stop meeting like this, S-Steve.” Peter choked, trying his best to lean on his doorway. “On your down to get mail? Me too!”

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maisonxmarchenhaft:

Peter was something else. Something else entirely and Wade loved it. Though he had not realized of it before, he understood his feelingsas the boy got in. At that moment, Wade was positive about three things: First, Peter was the very definition of twink. Second, there was a part of Spiderman, —and he didn’t know how potent that part might be—, that really seemed to like him. And third, Wade was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Peter. And his ass, which he was starring when Peter came in through the door. There was a light chuckle after the question. “Yeah, I got one,” Wade replied. “It’s a pearl diadem and a pearl necklace. You will love it.” Wade closed the door after him and walked a few steps. 301, 302, 303. 304. Wade took his wallet out, a nice Armani black leather wallet which still had some dark red spots and pressed it against the electric lock, which gave in to a nice unlocking sound.

“Found this on one of the bad hombres I took down tonight,” he added, pushing again the door and waiting for Peter to get in. “So, yeah, we aren’t paying anything because it’s going to be on him. I also got his credit card, so, you’re going to be treated like a real princess tonight, Pete.” His last sentence, as ironic as it sound, came honest and warm because, despite the obvious sexual tension he truly cared for Peter, one of the few friends the man actually had.

“Y’know,” Peter began as he sauntered through the doorway, admiring the sheer opulence and magnitude of the suite they had basically just broken into. How Wade managed to talk him into illicit illegal activity over and over again was beyond him. “you should’ve turned that into the police. But, I gotta say that this place is pretty swanky!” The young kid in him couldn’t help but just wanna run around and jump on the bed, it was his nature. “So, I can’t really fault you for not playing hero tonight. And I really needed this, truth be told. Fighting crime day in, day out just kind of gets to you, you know? I guess I’m just saying..” Peter trailed off as he slipped his mask off and tossed it aside. “Thanks, Wade. I really needed you tonight. And so far, I haven’t thought about who I might have to and save next.” He made sure to look into what he imagined were Wade’s eyes because he meant every word. It was tough having to lead a second life, but with the other man he didn’t have to worry about the logistics and the hangups and just about everything that made his job more stressful than it needed to be.

“Now, c’mon!” Peter exclaimed, trotting up against Wade, their bodies clung against one another just so that he could reach behind him and shut the door. “Enough with the mushy junk. You promised me a fun night and since we’re not paying for a single lick of it, we have to do everything.” He stated very happily as he ran back and jumped back onto the bed with a content sigh. “It’s been so long since I’ve been able to lay down on such a comfy bed. Dear God, I’m in heaven.” He groaned with the smile never leaving his face. This was a night he so desperately needed and deserved.

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littleboyroux:

Roux thought about it for a minute. What did he want? He couldn’t complain about the webslinger’s body. He could be completely ugly underneath the whole suit, but Roux doubted it. He seemed friendly. And he was one of the good guys, just like Roux. Which gave him an idea. 

“You know what I need? A co-conspirator,” he said, smiling. “Look, the name’s Valentino. Roux Valentino. I run a private investigations business. And I’ll be honest, I feel like you and me, we’re on the same team,ya know? So maybe we can help each other out, sometime.” He took a few more steps, finally coming up within reaching distance of the man in the red and blue suit. He took a deep whiff. Man? Naw, whoever was under that suit smelled young. Boy. Maybe late teens, early twenties. He didn’t have the rough scent of older men. And his voice sounded young, too. “What do you say, come by for some coffee when you got a free night, and maybe we can chat. See what kinda things we can… do for each other…” He gave another wink. His mind was set on business, but Roux was a flirt, no matter what, and he couldn’t help himself with a little double entendre.

“Huh?” Peter asked, again with brows raised. This was easily turning into one of the strangest encounters he had ever had. “Well, h, if you need help on a certain investigation or something, then, sure, I’d be happy to help. Just know, though, that I’m no detective. And this whole super thing, I kind of have to do it alone, kapish?” The masked hero made sure to make clear that he had others things to do. Time was money, despite the fact that he wasn’t getting paid to do the majority of things he did as Spiderman. Instead of just taking further steps back, Peter just stood his ground as the other approached him again. Truth be told, he was getting closer to the edge and he wasn’t so fond of the idea of tangoing off it, plummeting to his doom. “Sure, but it’s gotta be somewhere private. Can’t have Spiderman going to the local Starbucks all casually. Who knows what kind of ruckus it would cause?” Again, he felt the slight unease of the complete stranger shamelessly flirting with him, but he imagined it was all in good fun and with good intentions, so he left well enough alone. “And you have to at least give me some idea of what you need me for. I’m not just about go and do anything because someone asks me to, ya know? It’s standard protocol, after all.” 

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maisonxmarchenhaft:

“Maybe I want you to win!” Wade shouted at Spidey with a smirk. It was this playful banter that always made Wade so happy, like a playful puppy who just has three hours left to live because brain cancer was about to strike. Or so Wade thought that was what a playful puppy with brain cancer must feel at this hour. He gave a wink to Spidey. “I have all the equipment you need here,” Wade said with a grin, holding his crotch with a lewd look. And with that he jumped at the edge of the roof, got to the wall of the next building, and started running against gravity. One. Two. With enough speed he could get to the top of the building and he did.

It was simple. It was easy. He was now near the back entrance of the hotel, the one they used as a fire exit. Another jump. “Over here, and be quiet, we may be breaking the law a bit by entering through—” a single slice was given to the security knob, the katana piercing the electric lock. “—here.” Wade’s gloved hands pushed the door open. “After you, princess.”

Peter scoffed, looking over his shoulder momentarily to give a competitive sneer at his opponent. “Don’t try to take my clear victory away by saying things like that!” Stopping for a second, Peter just couldn’t help but shake his head at the man baby he was dragging around with him. He didn’t know if it was the best idea to be feeding into his behavior, but hey, he was having some kind of fun, so why was he going to complain?  “I think we need to get you a hobby.” He called out to the man who pulled ahead of him. After all, Wade was the only one who knew where the hotel was.

After many leaps and bounds that left the web-slinger feeling slightly dizzy and just a hint nauseous, they arrived at the fire entrance to what seemed to be a hotel. “Ohhhhh, I’ve seen this place loads of times. I’ve heard it’s the ritziest place in all of Manhattan!” No sooner did Wade clean slice off the doorknob and he imagined neither of them were going to offer to pay the bill. “I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that you don’t have a reservation here, Wadey-poo.” Peter jested with a feigned smirk. “Unless you fancy the idea of a massage in the nicest hallway I have ever seen.” After another moment of silence, he piped up once more. “There better be a tiara for this princess, alright?”