//Peтey-Pιe.

Spider-Man. Peter Parker. Independent. |Selective.

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New York Date.

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✖ Wade shifted slightly as the boy finished his oral presentation, allowing himself a little bit of room between his body and Peter. Truth is, Wade always found it strenuous to bang out multiple orgasms. /Harder than it seems, for real. Yaoi does not depict the actualities of having butt sex./ It was just fine that Peter hadn’t brought him to orgasm. Not bad, for the first time trying, though.  The romantic atmosphere was broken for a moment when Peter flicked his wrist to snatch the lube off of the nightstand. “PFFFT.” Wade let out an audible chuckle of disbelief. How had he missed the fact that Peter was still equipped with his web slingers?! “Ahaha! Holy shit, Peter!” He laughed, trying to regain his composure. “Jesus, you nerd. Why do you still have those on?!” His question went unanswered as Peter merely gave him a look of silent indignation and continued to prep himself for what was about to come next. The mood went back to thick tension, the air of romantic intentions wading through the both of them. “You’re going to be fine, Spidey.” Wade muttered, softly smiling up at the other boy. “If Ian McKellen can figure this shit out, I’m sure you’ll have no problem!” The merc was silenced again as Peter’s fingers found their way to Wade’s ass rather suddenly, causing a small yelp of surprise from the older man. “Ah! That’s surprisingly cold!” He squirmed a little, but the soft touch from Peter made it an easy situation to settle into. He tensed only for a moment, when Peter’s fingers slipped into his body. Wade bit his lip, stifling down any groans of discomfort. It had been a while, he thought, hoping that his healing factor would speed the process along.

“Th-That’s it. Up a little.” He murmured, allowing his body to relax, his body no longer clutching the other’s fingers so tightly. “I think I’m good to go.” He nodded, allowing the other to pull his digits out of him. He smiled as Peter paused, both of them drinking in the sight of each other’s exposed bodies.  Wade took a deep breath and allowed Peter to push into him. He relaxed, though the feeling of being full was something that felt foreign to him once more. “A-Ahhhh.” He groaned out, his breathing quickening and his cock pulsating. He was glad that Peter got in so easily, but it was still an intense experience. “Fuuuuuck, Peter. You’re bigger than you look.” 

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◆ His blush a deep crimson, their hips flush, Peter locked his gaze with Wade's for a moment, lowering himself so that he was braced with his forearms resting on the mattress on either side of the taller man's shoulders. Craning his neck, he planted a small warm kiss at the corner of the mercenary's lips, then seemed to blush even further, his shoulders twitching as he broke eye contact.

How they had become one so easily, Peter couldn't quite explain. He was struck with the sudden realization too that he may have inadvertently employed his augmented strength in the process. Sometimes his reflexes and abilities ran away with him, and most especially when he was trying new things. "Holy shit! Y... you alright?" he blurted, his forehead dropping into the crook of Wade's neck at his collar. "Did I kill you?" he squeaked, his tone quieter, worried. It took him a few moments to recompose himself, but the sounds Wade made, and the reassuring praise made it a little easier. "I'm... I'm gonna move if that’s... y’know, okay." he mumbled into Deadpool's neck, his tone timid, nervousness palpable. Hips arching, he pulled out only a few inches, then shuddered as he pushed himself back in, his eyes shutting again with the overwhelming constriction, friction and blissful pressure. "Nngh! Oh God, and you're so tight," he heard himself gasp out, even as he balked inwardly for how cliche it sounded.  To keep himself from uttering further ridiculousness, Peter took to sucking at Wade’s neck, his tongue sliding into a pocked groove and skirting the edge at the mercenary’s jawline, the varying texture of Wade’s skin intriguing and thrilling. All the while his hips continued their shallow thrusts, deepening with each push inward as he forced himself to keep his pace slower, lest he grow too eager and ruin the whole thing by getting off too quickly, something he may or may not have been accused of in the past.

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New York Date.

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✖ Well, this all seemed to be going surprisingly well for their first time knocking boots. Peter was always a fast learner, though, wasn’t he? Wade fell silent, for the most part, save for a couple of escaped moans that passed his lips. “Mm. Fuck, Petey.” Every other moan would be followed by a small laugh of ecstasy, the mercenary believing this whole scenario to be some kind of dream coming true for once.  Wade made a small, surprised noise as Peter’s fingers delved deeper into the explorations of his body. Ah. It was getting to be that time, wasn’t it? Peter wouldn’t be able to keep up the goody-goody act of abstinence much longer. And honestly, Wade liked the idea of not having Peter hold back any longer. In fact, the excitement of it all was enough to cause Wade to get slightly short of breath. /Okay. So. Maybe it wasn’t how he’d always dreamed it could be. After all, I always thought I’d be the one dipping my ladle into Peter. But this is a pretty close second./ “Ah. Peter.” Another moan, almost a whimper, escaped Wade’s lips as he lifted his head up to glance at the younger male. “I can tell you’re getting eager.” He murmured, burying his fingers in the male’s brunette locks. “Go ahead.”

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“Mmph,” was all Peter could manage, Wade’s hand in his hair both soothing and encouraging. With a few more fervent drags, Peter swirled his tongue once and finally parted his lips from about the other’s cock, sitting up with a little muffled groan as Wade’s fingers left his hair.

He took in the mercenary’s beautiful recumbent form through heady and hazed vision, the other man’s abs and chest chiseled and heaving. Peter’s breath stuttered out as he tried to form a coherent thought. He had really wanted to bring the other to climax, and felt a tiny stab of disappointment that soon gave way to excitement now that he had been given leave to press onward.

Delirious with need, Peter leaned to the side, palming the mattress frantically, then located the bottle that had been tossed there earlier, snapping it up and depositing it near his thigh. Blinking, he glanced toward the nightstand and the condoms there, too far to reach. Thanking his foresight to keep the web shooter on, all it took was a flick of the wrist to retrieve the small package, though ripping the corner off with his teeth proved a bit more challenging.

Even with the momentary distraction, his attentions to Wade’s entrance barely waned as he probed a bit further, gently, but with steady pressure. “God, Wade, I want you.” Peter gasped out, surprised at his own eagerness even as he felt his two digits there suddenly swallowed up. It made him dizzy, frantic even.  

In an instant, his hand retreated, and he tugged down the overly-tight fitting shorts we was wearing just far enough to free himself. All Peter’s attention suddenly focused on applying the condom, little distressed sounds of effort accompanying his movements. Snatching up the bottle, he made himself slow down, swallowing his own nerves as he applied a copious amount of the liquid, pouring it in hand first, and then directly, as he massaged two fingers inside once more, slicking them in and out in steady deliberate passes.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” he breathed, discarding the bottle nearby and bending over Wade, looking into the other’s eyes with a sweet little smile. Lining himself up, his shoulders trembled uncontrollably, the ache there barely noticed as he supported himself above the other man with one arm, and guided himself in with the other hand.   “F…fuck!” Peter exclaimed as he slid in, biting his lip with sudden shock that he had said such a word out loud, and in such a situation. Wade had taken him in so much easier than he had anticipated and Peter shut his eyes tightly, feeling himself thrill with the force of friction and slippery warmth that enveloped him. Bracing himself above the other man, the abrupt shock of pleasure he felt was so overwhelming he was almost afraid to move.

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New York Date.

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✖ /Well, today was just fucking /full/ of surprises, wasn’t it? First. I get my face blown off in some Roger Ebert-looking bullshit. Next thing I know, Peter and I are fucking dating, and he’s about to blow the cobwebs out of my panties. Holy shit./ Wade breathed a soft gasp that was quickly interrupted by Peter having to tug off his goddamn t-shirt. Jesus Christ. Still, he couldn’t help but stifle a small chuckle at the boy’s efforts. It was nice to see Spidey being so sweet and sincere about this whole conundrum. “You gonna be able to git ‘r dun, there, Tiger?” He teased, lifting his ass again for the boy. He was met by a small, cantankerous look from the other male; an indication for him to keep his mouth shut. He gladly obliged, for once, enjoying the sight of Peter talking himself up into choking down a cock. His train of thought was interrupted again as his member was enveloped into the wet heat that was Peter’s mouth. “W-Woah.” He lurched forward a bit, surprised that Peter had taken him in with such smooth ease. Most first timers, /Ahem. Kurt Wagner./ stumbled around with a cock; couldn’t figure out how to wrap their lips around it or some shit. Always made Wade feel like his dick was getting the wet sandpaper treatment. But, holy fuck. Not Peter. Peter was a mother-fucking natural at giving head. Huh. Maybe that’s what kept Mary Jane with him for all that time. “Sh-Shit. Petey. You sure you’ve never blown a guy before? I mean, wow.” He breathed, allowing his own eyes to shut. He let another sigh escape before letting his mouth run again. “I mean, if you have, that’s okay. I can forgive blowing Wolverine a little bit. James Franco, not so much. But.. Fuck! Your fingers wrapping around like that…”

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Peter’s brow furrowed with Wade’s words, but he wasn’t about to stop what he was doing just so he could tell Wade to shut his trap, though it would serve the mercenary right. At the mention of Wolverine though, the younger male made a small muffled sound of indignant protest, then pinched Wade’s ass-cheek hard to try to get him to stop talking. Hoping to take Deadpool’s mind completely off of being a smart-ass for once, Peter blew out a breath through his nose, allowing him to suddenly take the other much deeper as he did so. He’d seen MJ do this countless times, but she had always made this sort of thing look so much easier. Forcing down a panicked gag that caused his eyes to tear up, Peter thankfully only had to hesitate a moment more to make himself relax enough to recover. Slowly at first, he eased downward, then up again, repeating the same motion over and over, managing Wade a little bit deeper each time until he was able to take the other man all the way to the hilt. All the while, the hand at Wade’s backside wandered again to slide up between the other’s cheeks, his middle finger ghosting over Wade’s entrance. His eyes lidded, Peter ramped up his lips’ pace at Wade’s cock once he was sure he had the hang of it. Keeping his movements smooth despite the speed, the wrapped fingers in front of Peter’s lips still firmly gripped the other’s shaft. No matter how poorly it had been delivered earlier, Deadpool’s praise had been reassuring. Despite the deep blush in his cheeks and shoulders, the shame and embarrassment Peter had anticipated at doing such a thing was all but nonexistent. He could feel the excitement building in his chest alongside the growing ache in his loins as he bent over Wade and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep this up before he wouldn’t be able to ignore his suddenly overwhelming desire to bury himself deep inside the other man. 

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New York Date.

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✖ Wade held himself steady as Peter got up close and personal with lil’ Wade. /Ha. That’s the name of my dick. I named my penis./ He couldn’t help but feel his heart rate start to quicken slightly. Jesus. This was actually happening. Wade made a small noise of surprise as he felt Peter’s hand groping at his ass. He bit his lip and allowed his head to sink into the pillows on which he was resting. “N-Now. There are several things you could do.” He murmured, feeling his dick twitch and pulse under the boy’s heated breath. “You can.. You know, put my dick in your mouth. Or use your hand. Or use your mouth on my ass. I mean, the possibilities are really endless.” There was a tinge of nervousness in Wade’s tone as he shifted again, allowing the smaller male to get a better hold on his muscled ass.  He was getting a bit antsy with this whole situation. Maybe it wasn’t Peter who was the needy slut here. Oh, god. Maybe it was /him/. “W-Well?”

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“Don’t rush me, I’m thinking…” Peter protested, still kneeling, then eased up straighter, using his shoulders and back to press Wade’s sweatpants further past the other man’s knees and calves, briefly breaking contact with Wade’s skin with his bad arm to push the sweatpants all the way off one ankle so that Wade’s legs were less restricted.

Thinking about the mercenary’s suggestions, Peter couldn’t help but lick his lips. He’d definitely thought about it. Had actually considered giving Wade head before the other had even spoken it, but had never done such a thing before, only received it. MJ had made it look so easy. Slowly, he bent forward, ghosting a hand over the length of Wade’s cock, his lips parting... just as the collar of the loose shirt Peter was wearing hit him in the chin and mouth, surely brushing against the other man in the process.

Fuck… his t-shirt. It was going to get in the way. He had completely forgotten to take it off in the heated moments leading up to this predicament and Peter immediately rushed to do so, both hands suddenly off of Wade as he ignored the tinge of pain in his shoulder when the fabric caught there. Awkwardly, still kneeling with his knees firmly planted on either side of Wade’s ass, he flailed a bit and then flung the shirt off. Unsure where it would land, Peter looked back down at the other man, almost certain his own blush was clear to his navel at this point.

“Okay… okay okay,” he said, nodding to himself as if in some strange chant of moral support, knowing he probably looked and sounded like a complete idiot. “Peter sucks a massive dick, take two.” he murmured, loud enough to be heard. But he didn’t hesitate this time, bending forward and sweeping up the other man’s erection into one hand to lick first the length of him, then take Deadpool fully into his mouth. Eyes fluttering shut, Peter did his best to force his gag reflex down and away, then tentatively bobbed his head once, sucking in a breath of surprise for his own actions through his nose. Goosebumps rising on his shoulders, his own loins throbbing, he cupped Wade’s ass cheek in his free hand once more, massaging somewhat, then lowered and lifted his head again and again. Sliding the fingers wrapped about Wade’s shaft along in front of his lips as he sucked, a muffled ‘mmph’ accompanied each drag.

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New York Date.

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✖ Wade made sure the boy was okay before following along with the other’s ministrations. He made small groans of pleasure and could even feel the pinkness of his blush spreading across his cheeks. “You’re so romantic, is this the kinda shit you said to get MJ out of her panties?” He teased, allowing the smaller male to rest upon him. Peter was smoother than he let on. Then again, look at the kid, he had wit and movie star good looks on his side. How could he not be charming? “You’re supposed to be confident in your bedding skills, you know. Confidence is sexy in this sort of situation.” Wade murmured, hinting at the boy’s nervousness. “You’ll do fine. You’re fucking a guy that looks like mummified foreskin. How much more embarrassing can it get for you?” The self-deprecation was to be expected, but Wade pulled the other closer, smirking to himself as their lips made contact with one another. Wade grinned and let the other’s tongue pass his lips, his own nudging the slippery devil with gentle arousal. Holy shit. He was fucking Frenching with Spider-Man! If he wasn’t so swept up in the moment, he’d be having a panic attack over how awesome it was! This was like a moment that he dreamt about for years! Okay, well, maybe not years! But a good few months that they had known each other! “Mm. Peter. Your boner’s digging into my hip.” He murmured out the side of his mouth. It was a protest in vain, as Wade shift his hips, allowing the his own dastardly dick to prod right back against Peter. “Needy much?”

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Peter caught up Wade’s murmured words with hurried and gentle kisses before his lips parted again, his tongue probing further into Deadlpool’s mouth, Frenching him with more fervor and longer this time. Wade still tasted like bacon, pancake batter and maple syrup, the scent of all three mingled and lingering on his skin. It made Peter want to lick it all up in a frenzy, and he was hit with the sudden realization of how completely and totally gone he was over the other man. He /was/ needy, just as Wade had accused.

His heartbeat pounding in his chest, Peter slid his tongue in a circle about Wade’s lips, then parted from him, trying to catch his breath which came out in small huffs, his cheeks hot. He could feel Wade’s cock digging into his stomach, his own arousal digging right back.

“Yeah… so?” he said between breaths. He couldn’t help the tremble in his hands as he disentangled himself and sat backward. Kneeling between Wade’s legs, he braced himself on the mattress and leaned over the taller man to slide both palms in one long caress down Wade’s ribcage and sides. When he reached the waistband of the other’s sweatpants, Peter pressed his fingers beneath, sliding his hands down and around, then behind Wade’s ass-cheeks, lifting him slightly off the bed in the process, with only a small grunt for his shoulder pain, so that he could slip Wade’s pants off. Dragging the fabric back and up so that the pants rested around the other man’s thighs just above his knees, Peter managed a small smile for Wade that morphed into a somewhat-smirk.

His hands still pressed to Wade’s grooved skin and trailing swirling, trembling fingertips downward back toward the other man’s ass, Peter ducked under the bridged fabric between Wade’s thighs and gave the other’s erection a good long look, biting his lip and swallowing his nerves. The crisscross myriad of scars covered Wade’s body everywhere it seemed, but his erection itself seemed almost untouched by the affliction, and he was larger than Peter, the younger male was all too aware. It set his heart to clamoring in his chest.

“Whoa.” Peter couldn’t help the utterance before it had already escaped and he drew in a breath through his nose, then glanced up to Wade’s face. His cheeks and ears were burning, a red hot blush quickly spreading down his neck. His loins aching, he felt light-headed for a moment, imagining a good number of things he could do, he just wasn’t sure where to go next or what Wade might prefer. Wordlessly, he trailed his good hand from cupping Wade’s ass, toward the cleft between his cheeks.

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New York Date.

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✖ Again, Wade was taken aback slightly from the gentle touches of exploration on the younger male’s part. Sometimes it was like his nerves had been all but dead. He was rarely touched at all, nowadays. But Peter somehow managed to send small sparks of electricity up his spine with the gentle touches. It’d been so long since he’d felt anything like that; he couldn’t help but let a few groans of pleasure escape him. “Mm. Are.. Are all these scars really that interesting?” He asked quietly. He didn’t really have to wait for an answer, maybe it was because he’d mostly asked that question to himself instead of Peter. His head tilted and a grin had spread across his face from the boy’s lecture over safe sex. “I’m immune to everything. Even that night I hung out with Bill Cosby.” He smirked. “But, I get it. You’re worried about getting me knocked up and shit. How considerate of you, Mr. Spider-Man.” He fluttered his lashes, knocking off the jokes when Peter suddenly pressed his hips towards the bed.  “Oh, wow. So you’re really going to go through with this? My money was on you chickening out the second I explained what the butt lotion was.” He teased, but gently sat himself down on the bed, taking his time to sprawl out on the center of the bed. “I didn’t really peg you for the kissing type, actually. Me being shirtless always seemed to be a pretty big step, and yet, here we are.” His sweat pants were clinging to his hips loosely now, though his arousal had shrank at the extent of his earlier education explanations. He rested himself, before reaching up to grab Peter by the arms, pulling him into bed as well. “Well, Romeo. Come and show me what you’re made of.” He smiled. “Oh, and stop being so nervous. Just pretend I’m a pretty lady. You’ll do fine.” 

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“Course I’m going through with this.” Peter said, then winced, chucking bashfully as he fell into Wade, despite the sudden pain in his shoulder caused by being pulled onto the bed. “Ow…” he whispered, but was still smiling, now on top of the older man and situating himself more comfortably so that he was between Wade’s legs, his stomach resting gently on the taller man’s hips, supported by his good elbow.

To say he was decidedly turned on was an understatement, and Peter could feel his own arousal digging into the other. “I don’t wanna pretend you’re a pretty lady though.” he said, his eyes shifting from Wade’s eyes to his lips. Instinctively, he licked his own. “I wanna be in the moment, here with you. Even though the newness of this sorta scares the shit outta me,” he admitted, shrugging nervously.

With the fingers of his wounded arm, Peter toyed with the waistband of Wade’s pants, twisting one of the drawstrings around a finger, then skirting the fabric to brush fingertips over the scarred smooth skin there. “Just please don’t make too much fun of me if I fuck it up.” he added, his smile self-depreciating, even as he leaned closer to press a slow kiss to the other man’s jaw-line.

His heart rate accelerating, his breath trembling, Peter pressed another kiss to Wade’s jaw, a third to the corner of his mouth, then a fourth lingering kiss to the other man’s mottled lips, his tongue darting out to lick, eyes closing with the surprisingly pleasing sensation of Wade’s marbled skin.

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New York Date.

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✖ To say the sudden affection and physical contact startled Wade would’ve been a mild understatement. Peter’s eagerness was a shock to the other, and it made something grow a bit warm in his chest, /And his pants./ as the younger male wrapped his arms around him, feeling the crevices of his scarred physique. It was nice; to not be viewed as just some side show object that he usually became during sexual encounters. “O-Oh. Okay then.” He murmured, sinking into contention for a brief moment before the boy started to spout off various questions, his boner digging into Wade’s ass already. “Woah, woah!” He chuckled, mentally cursing the fact that his comfort had been given such a short life. “Easy there, Tiger. This is your first time porkin’ a dude. We wanna make sure you enjoy it and you get it right. Or, well, as right as you can get the first time. Here. Gimme a sex– I mean, sec.” He shook his head, parting from the other for a quick second. The merc reached down into one of the nightstands around his bed and pulled out lube, a numbing lotion, and 2 condoms, still in their packaging together. /They were a little old, but still perfectly usable./ Wade turned to the other, shaking the bottle of lube in front of him. “Lube. Always. Well, maybe not always. I’m kinda the type to prefer tossing the salad, y’know? Digging my tongue is some nice pussy/boypussy/ass. Whatever you prefer. Now. I don’t expect you to go down on me today. In fact, save that lesson for another time. Don’t worry about it. The important thing is that you understand lube. We’re having buttsex, I don’t have a vagina. We use the silicone type; because.. Well.. The water-based type just makes me feel like I have a sweaty, sticky ass. Always apply a ‘copious’ amount to whatever you’re trying to fuck. If it doesn’t slide in easily, you’re not lubed up enough. Got it?” He sat the bottle down and grabbed the numbing lotion.  “This is Anal-eze. Stupid fucking name, I know, but it can be very useful. Numbs your pink starfish so that your first time doesn’t hurt as bad. Now, I don’t need this shit because you could fuck me with a sandpaper dildo and it’d heal before you finished creaming my crop, but you do. We’ll get to that, again, if you ever wanna try bottoming.” He slung the small tube down and grabbed the condoms. “Condoms. I mean, well, fuck, you know what this is. No glove, no love. Yadda, yadda, yadda. I don’t get why you want these? You’re more than welcome to spill your Go-Gurt in me. But, comfort is comfort.” Wade shrugged, setting the rubbers back onto the nightstand. “Now. I was going to just get rid of my pants and lube myself up, but I guess the writers are wanting to see how macho you can get.” He teased, placing his hands on his hips. “So, Mr. Parker.. What would you have little ol’ me to do? I’ve explained the course materials, time for your test. /Ohoho. See that? Fucking clever./ Awaiting your demands or moves or whatever you have planned.”

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Peter’s hands lingered at Wade’s waist and he leaned forward somewhat, his arms outstretched for a moment as though he didn’t quite want to let go and was maybe going to follow along with Wade as the other man moved away from him toward the nightstand. When they finally parted, Peter gave a little huff and a pout, but was soon paying attention, nodding, his brow creased seriously at Wade’s explanations as though they were obvious.

“Okay yeah, I know what it all is, sure, I just wanted to make sure there wasn’t something else I didn’t know, something I should make sure of… before…” he explained, gesturing with a little frantic wave and fidgeting in place. He couldn’t quite believe any of this was really happening, couldn’t quite reason out why it was he felt so secure around Wade. After several weighted moments of teetering from foot to foot, he seemed to reach some sort of resolve, In one smooth motion, he vaulted the bottom corner of the bed with his good arm, closing the distance between them once more. “It’s just… y’know, it’s the right thing to do… safe sex, I mean. The condoms. I don’t know if you and I are immune to everything out there.” he said, their bodies mere inches from one another.

Peter let his eyes roam from the other man’s sweat-pants-covered package to his navel, his chest and then his face, drinking the other in. Wade’s torso was a scarred and beautiful maze of dips and crevices, like a topographical map of some exotic uncharted land. In an instant, Peter’s hands were back at the taller man’s waist, the fingers of his good arm tracing a winding path up the valley between Wade’s abs and hip obliques. Simultaneously, Peter’s opposite hand skirted the other’s rib cage, his touch gentler and tentative.

“You’re definitely not little.” he observed after Wade’s teasing questions, the smallest of smirks playing at the corner of Peter’s lips, his courage rising. “I want you on the bed.” he added, applying the slightest pressure to Wade’s body, urging him in that direction. For a split second he looked as though he might start to chuckle at his own words. Instead, he forced his expression to seriousness and locked his eyes intensely with the other man’s. “On your back though… I want you to kiss me.” he said, the tiniest tremble of terrified-nerves apparent in his voice, the adrenaline rush all but numbing. 

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New York Date.

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✖ Wade tilted his head, rolling his eyes slightly at the other’s pouting. “Of course, you’re not an idiot, Peter! How was I supposed to know that Gwen was some bishounen yaoi weeababe?” /Hey. That’s how I became a little gay./ The taller man scratched at his bald dome, grinning at the tease.  “Look. It’s not like I’m judging you. I’m just saying this as a guy with experience; if you’re unsure of how the process works in any way, speak up. You’re a nerd, I’ll speak in nerd talk: If you take a test without studying properly for it, you’re going to fail that fucker. And unlike test, sex actually matters, in terms of whether you do it right or not.” He smiled, leaning over to pat the other’s leg.  “As far as knowing what you prefer, it’s a simple question: Do you like having things rammed up your ass or do you prefer to do the ramming? Now, again from experience? Catching is far more intense, but there’s less work to do, whereas pitching requires stamina and good cardio. Well. Unless you’re trying to be slow and romantic. Or you just suck. In my opinion, a lot of gay porn stars suck at actually fucking. Dicks and hips barely moving. It’s boring.” /True opinion./ Wade leaned back in his chair and eye Peter over once more before beginning to stand up and move towards the bed, which had be adorned with fresh sheets while Peter had been showering. “I guess what I’m saying is; the only way you’ll know what position you’re into, mainly, will just depend on an audition process.” Wade slipped out of his shirt, his muscular and scarred back facing the other male now. “And since the thickest thing to go up your ass has probably only been a thermometer.. I guess you’ll have to try topping first.” He looked over his shoulder to the blushing boy, grinning as he lowered the sweat pants just enough to draw a hint of his intergluteal cleft. /That’s a fancy word for ‘ass crack’. Because in no usage is the term ‘ass crack’ sexy./ “I mean, we /are/ dating now, right?” He grinned. “Unless.. You need time to get used to seeing my body. Then I totally understand.”

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Peter kept his arms crossed, chewing his lip while listening to Wade speak and trying not to squirm nervously in his chair. Brows rose slightly with the ‘test’ analogy and Peter shook his head, ready to argue. “But tests matter, Especially in the lab when you’ve got hours, days and weeks even… all that energy invested in the outcome. But I get it… I get it.” he said, waving Deadpool away.

“Just don’t make fun of me for asking.” he added, running a hand over his face, wrinkling his nose at Wade’s use of the word, ‘ramming.’ He could feel the anxiety creeping back in again, the adrenaline flooding his veins and giving him a heady rush.

And then Wade stood up and headed over toward the bed and Peter practically scrambled to his feet, his chair nearly toppling over before he was able to catch it, jerking his shoulder in the process. The pain all but melted away though, his heart rate doubling as he watched the other man strip off his shirt and start slipping down his sweat pants. Eyes widening, Peter licked his lips without even meaning to, transfixed to the spot for just a moment.

The last sentence had barely cleared Deadpool’s lips before Peter had closed the distance between them. He was already half-aroused, filling out the front of the tightly-fitting shorts he had borrowed. His hands went immediately to Wade’s torso, his palms flat against the varied ridged and scarred muscles of other man’s lower back, somehow still smooth to the touch. He loved the sensation, loved how unique the other man was, but was afraid to say it. Sliding his hands around and down, he gripped Wade’s hip bones firmly, squeezing. “I don’t need time.” he breathed, his voice rushed at the back of Wade’s neck. His chest pounding, the touch between them ignited something within Peter that he had only barely acknowledged before.

“Wade, what do I do? … Do we need lube? … What about condoms? … You have those, right?” Peter asked hurriedly, unable to keep from pressing his lips to the space at the center of Wade’s shoulder blades between questions.

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New York Date.

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✖ Fortunately for Peter, Wade hadn’t noticed any of the glances that had been thrown his way. Okay, honestly? It’s been a long time since Wade actually thought that someone /would/ check him out. Maybe someone with an avid fetish towards men that looked like a wad silly putty that had been left on a hot lightbulb for 20 minutes. /I don’t know if you’ve ever done that, but it looks like a lumpy male scrotum./ However, Wade’s mouth hung up at the revelation that Peter, like a dime-store harlot, had already given away his first kiss; to Harry Fucking Osborn, no less! Like, ew! Osborn was, at best, a spoiled little jackass parading around the city using daddy’s money, and at worst, played by James Franco. “Oh my fucking /God/, Peter! You swapped spittles with James Franco?” He made a gagging noise. “That’s fucking unacceptable! You should at least settle for the twinkishly delicious Dane DeHaan. I mean, yeah, he totally looked like Bevis and Butthead after the whole Green Goblin mishap. But he was still kinda bangable.” Wade let out an exasperated sigh, flopping into the chair he had spent the night in. “Aw. What the hell. Not like I can be mad at you. I made out with Wolverine once. I mean– He sliced off my right arm almost as soon as the spit that connected our lips broke, but.. It was enjoyable. He tasted like Outback Steak House, for some reason. I’d ask more about how the fuck you ended up locking lips with James Franco, but.. I’m not gonna right now. My penis can only get so soft.” Wade wasn’t going to deny that he liked women. Yeah, tits were great, but men were the less complicated catch. They had simpler mind sets about everything. Including sex. He turned back to the other, motioning for him to turn his chair around towards him. “Of course, you’re a baby blue virgin with men. You’ve only first based it with Franco. I somehow always knew that you weren’t completely experienced in these types of issues. Just so you know, Clint has assumed this entire time that you were gay. Glad to see I was in the right convincing him otherwise. Well, up until now.” Peter was a bit of a precious thing. Seeming fragile, but somehow amazingly resilient. “Does it matter.” He repeated, giving a small smirk. “Peter, why don’t you tell me just what the difference is between the top and the bottom positions are during homosexual acts of passion? Can you do that?”

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“James… who? Huh?” Peter found himself asking, blinking, his brows knitting as he held on for the ride while Wade launched off down one of his rabbit holes. Again though, Peter couldn’t help but laugh, then grimace and cringe visibly when Logan was mentioned. He couldn’t imagine kissing Wolverine. … Okay, maybe he could imagine it. But he couldn’t imagine anything /good/ coming from trying to kiss a decidedly against-it Wolverine.

“I would tell you. But it’s boring and stupid, involves a few too many drinks, a frat party I wasn’t invited to, and is way too much like a set up for a low-budget soft-core porn.” he admitted, chuckling, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly with his good arm and pulling his hand through his hair from the back to the front this time, making it stick up even more ridiculously.

Peter did as instructed, pulling his chair toward Wade and feeling his heart rate flutter again when they were facing one another. For a moment he imagined Wade might actually attempt a kiss to make up for the abysmal one he’d shared with Harry. Peter licked his lips and swallowed, but then Wade went and ruined it with his stupid story about Hawkeye, and fucked it over even more so with his dumb sex-ed questions.

His expression indignant, Peter fixed Wade with a look that was caught somewhere between annoyance and embarrassment. “I freaking /know/ the difference! I’m not an idiot, Wade.” he argued, crossing his arms with a huff. “I get the mechanics. Gwen liked gay porn and thought it was cute that I didn’t mind watching it with her. I’ve seen it before.” he explained, feeling his ears burning again, his cheeks joining them. “It’s… it’s just that… I haven’t... exactly had the chance to figure out which position I /prefer/.” Arms still crossed over his chest, Peter’s foot tap-tapped on the floor nervously as he spoke.

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New York Date.

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✖  Wade glanced back to the boy, still giving him a slightly unconvinced look. He let out a sigh, his smoothed eyebrows raised for a moment before he nodded sheepishly. “If you think you want to give it a go, then.. Maybe we can, Petey. I just don’t want you falling into the same traps that seem to follow me everywhere I go.” He paused for a moment, before walking over to the table again. “You’re done?” He asked, before taking the plate back to the sink. “Hope it was good for you.”  Maybe Peter was right about all of this. Peter was a smart kid. Not a dummy, at all. And it wasn’t that Wade didn’t want to jump his bones often, he just worried of the consequences that would come with Peter getting tangled up with him. Things could get messy, in the bad way. But maybe it was fair to see if Peter could handle the whole situation before jumping to the conclusion that he was meant to die alone like Logan. “Fiiiiinnneee.” Wade groaned, rolling his eyes at the boy. “Fine. I get it. You want to try this out? Okay. I’m PC. I’m hip to the jive, daddy-o. We’re gay. We’re gay lovers. You happy? You happy that you’re homo? Wanna join a pride parade?” He tilted his head. “Have you ever even kissed a dude before? And I’m not talking, like, Venom, or whoever licking you on the butt. Like, really, truly made out with a guy before?” “Are you a top or a bottom?”

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Peter nodded, his smile shy. “I do. I may be crazy, but I’m willing to… y’know, give it a go, yeah.” His words were accented with a little shrug before he nodded yet again. “And those were really good. Seriously.” he added, watching as Wade moved back to the sink with the dishes. His eyes trailing down from the other man’s shoulders to his waist and backside, Peter noted the way Wade’s loose clothing hung from his musculature in such high contrast from the way his Deadpool suit usually did. When Wade turned around again to speak, Peter found his eyes quickly darting back up to Wade’s face, though he was pretty sure he had been able  to hide the fact he’d been starting elsewhere.

At Deadpool’s next words, Peter’s nervous smile shifted into a smirk and he blew out a laugh through his nose, rolling his eyes. “You know, I’d be pretty shocked if you hadn’t ever been in a Pride parade before. And you keep saying ‘homo,’ when we both know we’re into chicks too. But whatever. Together, yeah we are. So what?” he said, only to have his nerves returning at the next several questions. 

Screwing his eyes shut, Peter leaned gingerly back in his chair, careful of his shoulder and putting any undue pressure on it. “Okay, first of all, don’t… just don’t even go there with Venom. Wow, that is… no. Just, no.” he groaned, putting a palm to his face and massaging one side of his head and trying to think about anything else. 

“As to the other questions… I… yeah. Okay, yeah I /have/ kissed a guy before, but I don’t guess I would have called it ‘making out’ or whatever. It was a while back, Harry and I... But it was just the once and he got really pissed off and defensive, so I didn’t pursue it or make a big deal out of it or anything, and it never happened again. Our friendship meant more to me than that,” Peter explained, feeling his heart rate begin to quicken with this line of questioning. Anticipation mingled with a little fear and excitement began to pool in his chest just imagining what the other man’s lips might feel like pressed to his own. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had Wade piggy-backing him before. But that had been different. Thinking about Wade’s face so close to his, their chests (among other things) pressed together, Peter found it hard to resume eye contact and he shifted in his seat awkwardly.

“And I don’t even know how to answer that last one…” he said, feeling a stab of sudden anxious energy when he thought about it, his adrenaline rising, arousal creeping in. Running a hand through his hair that had dried haphazardly, he was sure his complexion now matched the red tint of Wade’s costume too. His ears were burning, his cheeks hot. “I haven’t really… uh… ever had a chance to find out,” he admitted, feeling ridiculously young and inexperienced, swallowing the lump in his throat and shifting in his chair again. “D.. does it matter?” he asked, his brows rising, the question genuine.

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New York Date.

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✖ Wade wasn’t sure how he felt about all of this; their feelings meeting in the middle. More importantly, now that everything was out in the open, what were they to do? It wasn’t like he was just going to stand and take the injured boy to bed right then and there. Those thoughts rushed away as Peter’s lecture took a turn towards his looks, and this time it was /his/ turn to shift uncomfortably in his chair. “It’s not that I’ve been told that I’m ugly or that I’m some kind of monster that should be humping a building in Tokyo somewhere.” He murmured, running his hand over his scarred cranium. “I just.. Compared to what I used to look like; I’m not much now. That’s why I wear the mask so often.” He pushed out his chair and walked to the kitchen’s small island, grabbing another cup full of what seemed to be coffee. /Didn’t smell like coffee, though./ “And I don’t know, maybe you’re right and I should be a bit more confident about all of this. Maybe I should just swoop you up in my arms or something, but it’s still a whole case of Beauty and the Beast. We’d have to be dating in complete secrecy; hell knows what the fuck would happen if someone like Matt Murdock found out about it.” He paused for a moment, “Hey.. Speaking of Murdock; do you think he has anything to do with that blind-looking trapeezy dude running around Hell’s Kitchen dressed like the Devil?” /Back to reality, Wade./ He shook his head, trying to keep his thoughts intact. “Look, we have shows like America’s Top Model or Ru Paul’s Drag Race in this country for a reason. And I’m not calling you shallow or any of that shit. You know I don’t think about you like that; but am I really expected to believe that you’d pass up Mary Jane Watson’s fire crotch for /my/ sake? I mean, have you seen the girl? And on account of what? My dashingly charming personality? Yeah, I’d just about eat chalupas off of a gas station toilet seat for you. But is that really going to be enough to keep you coming over to my place every other night?” He sat the mug down and rubbed his temples, his voice cracking a bit after another seconds-long pause. “I want this to work, Petey. But a relationship isn’t like me. It can’t take bullets to the dick day after day and just be walked off.”

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Peter listened quietly, watching Wade closely, brows pinching as he wasn’t quite sure what Matt Murdock had to do with any of this. Shaking his head, he picked up the fork once more and speared the last two pieces of bacon-pancakes, popping them simultaneously in his mouth and chewing thoughtfully, still attentive to Wade’s words and body language.

When he was done chewing and Deadpool had finished speaking, Peter sat the fork down, his expression suddenly more serious, even as it seemed to pain him to put it into words. “With Mary Jane… we… things didn’t work out exactly as I had hoped. I love her, yeah, Of course I do. She’s amazing. But, then there’s Gwen… and I… I loved her too, and I never got over that, losing her the way I did. And well, on top of all that, it’s one of those things… when you do what we do, you carve out all this time for the ‘hero’ gig and all the while you find yourself really just neglecting everyone else on one level or another, and it weighs on you, y’know. And you start to think maybe you can’t really provide what they need. And maybe you don’t say it out loud, but they know too, they feel it, and things change, and I don’t know, it’s complicated,” he explained, giving a slow shrug and a sigh.

“But Wade, for all your self-proclaimed faults, you don’t seem that complicated to me. You’re pretty straight forward. You say what you mean, even if it’s muddled and buried under a lot of colorful language. I like that. And you know what I do, you understand it on some level. And yeah, I know, relationships are probably pretty much earmarked as nightmares for you, and I can’t deny I feel similar. But it’s… it doesn’t have to be so convoluted with us, right? We could just... maybe see where things go? See how it pans out?” he suggested, the pitch of his voice rising somewhat with the question at the end. “I’ve…. I’ve honestly never done this sort of thing with a guy, so I don’t even know what I’m thinking honestly. I just can’t ignore that for some reason, even before, when I tried to deny it, I’ve always felt a little drawn to you.” he added, still feeling like this would be an opportune time to hide under the table.

“And for the record, I will NEVER ask you to eat off of a public restroom toilet seat!” Peter’s nose wrinkled as he spoke, some of his humor returning, though he was clearly imagining the scenario vividly and maybe wishing he hadn’t scarfed those last few bites of pancakes down so quickly.

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New York Date.

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✖ Wade buried his head in his hands as the other replied to his nonsense. Okay, yeah. If it wasn’t obvious you him and every reader involved here, Wade like Peter. He didn’t know if that was the straight-up omnisexuality speaking or if Peter was just the most special case involved with the mercenary. Wade had never even thought of truly asking him, preferring to keep it shoved down next to all of those thoughts of how hot he thought Judy Hopps from Zootopia was. It just wasn’t something that needed to be brought up. /I mean, fuck. Look at me, guys. I look like Edward Norton lost all of his hair and decided to take up living life as a walking, talking man-scrotum creature./  He sat there in silence as Peter, in all of his innocence and kind-hearted nature, accepted him. Accepted him? The kid who looked like he could be a top model for some fancy modeling agency, like.. SeanCody.com or Bang Bros. He didn’t completely understand his own feelings, let alone Peter’s. How was this going to work? And what even was the appeal? Because he was so unhinged that he could make the boy genius laugh? And let’s not even get started on how sex was supposed to work. Wade let out a small sigh, refusing to look the other in the eye. “I’m.. Not kidding Peter. Hell, I’ve always taken a liking to you. I don’t know if it was your looks, or your attitude, or how incredibly righteous you are. I don’t get it. But I know you make me feel something that Wolverine, that Thor, all of those guys.. They don’t get as deep to me as you do. Women, that’s another story. At the moment, I’m apparently gayer than Liberace covering an Elton John diddy, all the while reading some smutty Superboy x Tim Drake fan fiction. Like.. You just /do/ it for me.” He took another breath, neglecting the drowned pancakes for the moment. “It’s just that.. I’m a fuck-up. What can I say? I go in, most of the time people get killed; either by myself or from the crossfire I’m involved in. And this face?” He reached up to touch the mottled skin of his cheeks. “You’d just about have an easier time beating off to Osborne ear-fucking Brock Rumlow.” “I know it’s good for me. It’s what I want so very badly. And yet, here I am. Afraid to put you into harm’s way like this.”

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Peter’s hopeful smile grew a bit wider as Wade spoke up at last. Spider-man had been hanging on every second of the charged silence between them with bated breath, and he seemed to relax just a little bit more with each further word of Deadpool’s confession. The blush of his cheeks spreading with every compliment, Peter shook his head, chuckling somewhat with added confusion for Wade’s strange analogies about music and fan fiction. He was about to speak up, to express his relief vocally, but couldn’t interrupt the other man fast enough before Wade’s train of thought began crumbling into berating himself on multiple levels.

Peter felt his heart wrench in his chest watching as Wade touched his own face. “Hey… hey hey.“ he began, unable to stop the other from continuing his downward spiral. “Wade, stop. Oh God, please. Please just stop right there.” Peter begged, holding up a hand, his tone gentle but pained.

Brows knit, he let out a small sigh, seeming to pause a moment to try and work out how best to say everything he needed to. “First of all, I’m /always/ in harm’s way… whether you’re around me or not. It kind of comes with the whole being a super hero shtick, y’know? Second of all, yeah, you’re a loose cannon, and you’re pretty much a harbinger of chaos most of the time. But that’s… it’s not all bad. I’ve seen you make a conscious effort before. I know you can get shit done regardless.” he explained, trying to catch the other man’s eye, wishing he could will Wade to actually look at him for what he had to say next. “And Wade?” Peter said the other’s name quietly, his tone soothing, hoping that would do the trick.

“Third, and most importantly…. I really don’t like it when you talk that way about your face… about how you look. I told you before, I like you. I /really/ do. And while I don’t know exactly what it is about you that does it for me either, you do. And it’s not just because you’re fucking hilarious, or because you say the most insane things to flatter me, or because you seem like you want to try so hard to be something better, like you’d do just about anything for me…” Peter trailed off, swallowing his nerves and seemed as though he might look away, but didn’t. “It’s because you’re incredible. Because sometimes I can’t help but want to watch you, when your whole body’s committed to something, when you’ve launched into action and your physique... when it looks so fucking powerful like that, It’s hard not to appreciate,” Peter said, seeming to worry a moment he might still be made fun of for admitting all of this. This time he did look away, chewing his lip for his own embarrassment and shifting somewhat in his seat.

“I… I’ve found myself wondering… wanting to know what your skin feels like, when I look at your face.” he said, his eyes trailing upward again to take the other man’s countenance in. “You’re not ugly or disgusting or whatever you might have heard or might think you are.”

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New York Date.

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✖ /Holy fucking fuckballs. When did I get Hello Kitty booty shorts?! Oh yeah, that one shopping trip in San Francisco with Iceman. Ha. Duhhh./ Wade took one look at the other male and raised a hairless eyebrow, eagerly drinking in the sight of the other. “You know, Petey; say what you want with your girlfriends: Mary-Jane, ‘Not’ Mary Jane, Titty Kitty.. You’re still a giant, fucking homo, Spidey.” He chuckled, but still giving the younger man a quick glance up and down before grabbing the pan. He slung the hot cakes down onto the cheap, plastic slates in front of the other. “Hope you like it. It’s been a while since I’ve actually gotten to cook for someone.” He murmured quietly, shuffling back over to the stove. He grabbed a bottle of syrup and a small saucer of butter. “Let’s hope I didn’t, you know, fuck something up.” Wade sauntered back to the table and sat the condiments down in front of the hero, taking a distracted glance over the other’s bruised shoulders. “Do you think that will scar up?” He said softly, but worriedly. “You aren’t like me. Heh. I never have to worry about new scars fucking with my complexion, but you..” He trailed off, shaking his head. “It’d just be a shame to damage such nice skin.” He didn’t know why the worry that Peter would be upset with him still hung over his head, but it did. The merc slid into the adjacent chair, right across from Peter. He didn’t pay much attention to the butter, a couple slices on 2 or 3 pancakes, but he drenched the living hell out of them with the syrup. “You know what’s the best kind of maple syrup? The kind you steal from Cracker Barrel. You know? In those little glass bottles? I can’t tell you how many of those I had to swipe to fill up a jug of syrup. But you just heat it up, and it’s like Wolverine is just unloading down your throat. Good shit.” He grinned, trying to take in the other’s reaction to the meal. There were a few minutes of content chewing before Wade had to speak again, this time with his cheeks full of mushed pork and buttermilk. “You know..” He glanced up at Peter suddenly. “You think we should hook up? I mean. You know I like you. I would /think/ that you like me, judging from those little cheekies you slipped on just now. I just.. I think it would be good for us.” He smiled, saying all of this to a nonchalant manner, only to have that smile drop immediately, as if the cogs had clicked again and brought him back to reality. “Fuck! I mean. Uhm! Jeez, Petey. This sure is great food, huh? And you and me just hanging out, being pals, not having to worry about wanting to dick each other, right? Say, have you ever noticed how hot Thor is? Jesus. It’s like he sucked all the hotness out of Brad Pitt and Leo DiCaprio and finger-banged them into one entity. And that entity was Thor.” He trailed off, glancing up worriedly from his plate again. “Just.. Forget all of that. It.. I’m sorry. It slipped.”

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Peter’s gaze verged on a mock-glare as the pancakes were dropped onto his plate, the ‘homo’ comment falling on deaf ears as though it really made little difference to him, while the girlfriend nicknames had him trying not to laugh. “Hey, be nice,” he warned, though there wasn’t much conviction in his voice. “And it smells amazing,” he added, watching the other’s movements, his eyes locking on the bottle of syrup, even as he made a few cuts into the pancake stack in front of him with the edge of the fork prepping them to soak up the syrup he was going to drown them in.

But was Wade seriously fretting over him again? Barring everything they had just been through, damn if it wasn’t touchingly adorable when he worried. “Huh? Scar? Nah, I should be fine. I mean, I might have one for a few months, but they generally fade over time. I’ve had worse than this, believe me.  It just… the whole thing took a lot out of me is all. I bled a lot. Then I taxed myself getting us back. Don’t worry about it.” he insisted, giving Wade a grin.

Swiping up the syrup for himself once Deadpool was finished dousing his own, Peter gave his own breakfast a good bath in the syrup, then began stuffing one hefty bite after another into his mouth, chewing appreciatively. Famished, the salty sweet flavor was amazing, and he was halfway through a murmur of pleasure for the taste when Wade started waxing poetic about the syrup, causing Peter to nearly choke as he swallowed, his eyes widening at the graphic description involving Wolverine. “Oh my God, Wade… what the Hell!?” he squeaked out. “You can’t just SAY THAT!” he wheezed, trying to keep from laughing too loudly. Wiping his mouth, he shook his head and kept right on eating between choked snickers, unable to keep himself from appearing too ravenous, despite the mental imagery now plaguing his brain.

It wasn’t until Wade spoke again that Peter paused in the shoveling of said pancakes, his eyes snapping up to the other man’s face. His head tilting slightly, cheeks reddening, Peter blinked. “Uh…” his mouth had fallen open dumbly as if to answer, but had snapped shut again when Wade switched gears, totally derailed his question and went barreling off down another ridiculous track entirely. After barking a laugh in disbelief at the Thor analogies, Peter spent a good several weighted seconds just staring at Wade and blinking in the aftermath, the wheels in his head turning almost visibly on his face.

But, was Deadpool serious though? Like really fucking serious? He wasn’t just joking, wasn’t going to make fun of Peter and call him a homo again like it was suddenly a bad thing, the second he agreed to such an arrangement? … Wait, was Peter actually going to agree? Going to accept? This was Deadpool after all, dangerous, reckless, not-all-there at times Deadpool. … And yet, despite all of that, Peter couldn’t help but admit to himself that he really did fucking like Wade.

“But, I do like you. A lot.” Spider-man blurted finally, then grimaced, realizing how completely cheesy-high-school-musical-stupid he must sound. Prying his eyes from Wade’s face, he looked down at his plate, pushing the last couple of bites around absently with his fork as he tried to come up with words, wrestling with his nerves that had nothing to do with his spider-senses. “Are you serious though? Like… for real serious? You’re not just making fun of me?” he blurted again and set the fork down on his plate, feeling like diving under the table to hide might be preferable and not quite sure why he suddenly felt like panicking.

Forcing himself to look up at the other man again finally, he bit his lip. “I don’t know though … maybe it /would/ be good for us.” he offered, his brows rising, the smallest little hopeful, embarrassed smile blossoming on his face.

[shakewadey-blog]

New York Date.

[radioactivespiderspooge]

Peter rolled his eyes then shook his head, trying not laugh at Wade’s suggestion and failing. “Heart-shaped nipple what...? Yeah, that’s not really how I wanna be immortalized on the cover of the Daily Bugle. ‘Spider-Menace Corrupts Youth with Indecency,’” he said by way of example, gesturing dramatically with the hand that wasn’t currently holding up a towel.

And to the mercenary’s flirty praise of his ‘assets,’ Peter couldn’t help but nod awkwardly, his bashful smile cast at the floor as he took several steps back toward where he had come from. “Uh huh, yeah, I got it... choose the booty shorts.” he confirmed, loathe to leave the smell of bacon and pancakes that had his stomach growling loudly yet again. “And I definitely did NOT need to know the shoes had a purpose.” he added, turning on his heels. Once back in the bedroom, he grabbed a random t-shirt from the first drawer, tucked it under his arm and moved to the other side of the bed, rummaging through the shorts-drawer with a bit more scrutiny. Okay, so he was asking for it, but Wade had been pretty amazingly gentleman-like, all things considered, ever since things went horribly south. So Peter dug through the drawer, searching for one of the smaller pairs of shorts, then glanced about as Wade was saying something loudly about syrup. Letting the towel fall, Peter quickly pulled on a pair of tight pink Hello Kitty booty-shorts somewhat like boxer-briefs and snorted out a laugh at his own expense. Gingerly, he pulled on the t-shirt, careful about his still-tender shoulder and neck, then headed back toward the kitchen. Offering his best ‘saunter,’ he gave Wade a pointed grin, tried not to look too embarrassed, and took a seat at the table in front of one of the plates. His ears and cheeks turning a light shade of pink, he took up a fork, “Syrup, yes. Definitely.” he said.

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New York Date.

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✖ /Oh, look. Right on schedule. Let’s have some fun with a naked Spidey, kids. Besides, we all know that’s what you’ve been waiting 30 fucking posts for./  Wade glanced down to the pile of clothes he had hidden in the silverware drawer. This was going to be good. He was already brimming with excitement. He whistled a bit, flipping bacon and pancakes left and right in the skillet, waiting for the moment that Peter would have to make his way further out into the hallway. “Hm? What was that, Peter? I can’t hear you! Why don’t you come out into the living room a little more?” A total lie, but what Peter didn’t know wouldn’t really hurt him, now would it? There was no telling what was actually going to happen if Peter actually did man up and make his way outside. Wade had never seen Peter with more than just his shirt off, but oh, the possibilities and the ways he had had schemed to get the other slightly more undressed had been endless. He’d tried everything from slipping ice cubes down the boy’s tights to more drastic measures; like accidentally tripping and spilling corrosive materials onto the spandex. The only problem was that he was thwarted by that fucking Spidey-sense every time. Fuck. “Seriously, Petey, I can’t hear a word you’ve said. Ears are still ringing a little from having my jaw blown off yesterday.” 

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Peter frowned, sighed with defeat, then stepped around the door frame, barefoot and naked, save the towel about his waist. “I said, 'Do you have any clothes I could borrow?’” he repeated a bit louder, running one hand through his still-somewhat-damp hair to push back the small strands at his forehead. His other hand firmly at his waist, he held the towel there, then padded carefully through the living room to the kitchen, closing the distance between himself and the mercenary. “I’m still a little chilled... clothes would be nice,” he said once he was closer in the kitchen, giving Wade a small appreciate smile for his efforts. Peter’s shoulder and neck still throbbed, and both were badly bruised, but the wound had closed at least and didn’t require further bandaging.  “That... smells really good.” he added, fidgeting somewhat from foot to foot, his stomach growling loudly, which caused him to chuckle at his own expense. Wade was the embodiment of ridiculous-adorableness there at the stove, and those pink crocs were just adding to the whole picture. “I like your shoes. If those can even be called shoes...”

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Variant cover for Deadpool #15 by Otto Schmidt

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New York Date.

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✖ Wade didn’t want to be completely convinced by Peter’s pleas to believe him. He didn’t want to, but hell, what choice did he have? This was Peter-Fucking-Parker they were talking about. The kid was practically an angel wearing golden wings. The only thing he’d ever really lied about to Wade was his identity, and even then, he eventually came clean. So, Wade had to believe that Peter didn’t want to change him; that he trusted him. But still, this was a mess on Wade’s hands and he didn’t know how he was going to work this out with Peter. He sighed and put his hands on his hips as the other backed away from him. “Fine. If you don’t think I’m some mass-murdering asshole; then I guess I shouldn’t think that way about myself, either. Doesn’t make this whole situation much better, y’know.” He shuffled back towards the kitchen, only now making it visible that he was wearing pink Crocs on his feet. /FUCK. THEY ARE COMFORTABLE./ “Don’t think that you’re going to get away with just eating any ol’ shit while you’re here. Do you even know what granola bars are made of? It’s those little, curly wooden shavings that you find in pencil sharpeners. Fucking yuck.” He bent down behind the island of his kitchen and pulled out 2 or 3 pans. “I know! I’ll make you some fucking bacon-pancakes! I saw it on Adventure Time once. Seems delish. Let’s try it out!” He grinned at the boy as Peter squirmed for a bit, then took off towards the shower. “Mm. You’re getting a bacon-pancake anyways, ya nerd.” He smirked, puling out the ingredients to cook their meal. “Now, wait a minute. How the fuck do you cook bacon, again?” Wade only got to ponder the question for just a few minutes before something caught his eye. /Oh. Look at that. Peter forgot to bring in the spare change of clothes that I got out for him./ A devious smirk plastered itself across his face as he shuffled over and grabbed the clothes. /A little hide and seek never hurt anyone, I suppose./

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Peter waited a moment for his heart-rate to slow once he had shut the door behind him. Gingerly peeling off the bandages at his shoulder along with the rest of his costume, he moved toward the shower to start the water, his sudden feeling of griminess was only overshadowed by his lightheadedness. Stepping into the shower and barely paying attention to the cleanliness or lack thereof in the bathroom, Peter steadied himself against the wall, letting the warm water wash over his back and head.  He tried to ignore the sudden delirious imagery that popped into his mind, especially considering that it featured a very close Wade who could help him bathe, steady him if he fell and attend to... “Shit.” He bit his lip. What was it about Wade’s nagging, annoyingly persistent admiration that seemed to have worked its way under Peter’s skin? Was he suddenly falling for it? Craving that attention like a drug, the more time he spent with and the more he talked to the mercenary? One hand on the wall for balance, he reached for the soap and did his best to wash up without toppling over, or worse, agitating the sudden unbidden threat of arousal that had seemed to come over him. Clumsily, he nudged the water temperature lower, and gave himself a cool final rinse, before turning off the tap and carefully stepping out of the shower. The only towel in the bathroom hung from a nearby hook on the wall, and was still a bit damp, probably used when the other man had washed while he slept. Sighing with reluctance, Peter snatched it up, after giving it a cursory sniff, and used it as best he could, toweling off his hair and body.  There was no mirror in the bathroom, but Peter could see that his shoulder was badly discolored and bruised, the wound healing, though slowly. His costume was a crumpled bloody mess on the floor and with the sudden awareness of the absence of anything else to change into, Peter felt the barest brushes of that familiar tingling-warning at the back of his neck. He sighed again, took a few moments to stave off another wave of dizziness and wrapped the towel tight about his waist. Quietly, he opened the bathroom door, peeking out to glance around for any sign of something to put on. Barefoot, he padded back into the bedroom, and almost went over toward what he thought might be a closet. That felt too much like snooping though, and he chickened out entirely, not really sure he wanted to see what Deadpool was keeping in his closet anyway. Tiptoeing toward the kitchen, he peeked around the door-frame to look for Wade. “Uh, Wade? You... er... don’t happen to have maybe a pair of clean sweatpants and possibly a t-shirt or anything do you?” he ventured from his spot, rooted to the floor on the other side of the doorway.