Wade/Colossus | 30. “Does this feel good?”
For @ TheAlienBella (my love <3) It turned out a little softer than I intended. But Piotr’s such a cutie, I couldn’t help it.
Kinda NSFW but not really.
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“Does this feel good?” Piotr asked, his hands running over Wade’s bare shoulders lightly.
He could press in deeper, so very much deeper but he withheld out of fear of hurting Wade. Regardless of how many times he’d watched Wade get beat up, shot, pulled in half, and blown up, Piotr still touched him like he was fragile. It was almost sweet, the big overgrown softie. And it was precisely why Wade was getting away with this.
See, Wade was turning over a new leaf, so to speak.
After losing Vanessa, he was on this new kick to find himself or whatever. And that path led him straight to Piotr (or rather, Piotr had brought Wade to the mansion. Details, Schmetails). And Piotr was the poster boy and wet dream for every fitness magazine on the planet. Piotr went jogging at 4AM, drank protein shakes for breakfast before whipping up an egg white and spinach omelet. He did yoga in the afternoon and never ate take out. He even made meal plans for every single day. It made no sense at all seeing as there wasn’t an ounce of fat on his very, very large body.
And, if Wade wanted to get in Piotr’s good graces, he would follow Piotr’s lead. So, he woke up at 4AM and he drank the cardboard tasting, pasty green shake Piotr handed him before choking down the egg white and spinach omelet, sans flavor. He did yoga in the afternoon and stuffed his Subway rewards card in the garbage. He sat down next to Piotr at the dining room table and helped him plan out the next month’s meals.
Wade did all of this because he wanted Piotr to like him.
More than just wanting to climb him like a tree, Piotr was a nice person. He was kind, goodhearted and, despite all evidence to dissuade him of the notion, he believed Wade was a good person.
But being a good little soldier had its drawbacks. Wade had gotten by for years on skill alone and all of this jogging, bending and stretching had left him rather tense. And not in a sexy way.
“Oh, just like that,” Wade moaned, shifting up as Piotr pressed down harder with his large thumbs. “That’s the spot, big guy.”
After yoga that day, Wade had complained of a bad back. So much that Piotr had followed him up to his room in the mansion in concern. He’d volunteered to massage Wade’s back, even to let his armor fall away so as not to crush Wade’s bed when he sat down. And Wade had refused, “Not much fun for me in Fabletics by Kate Hudson,” he replied.
And then Piotr had blushed and shyly murmured, “If you want, you could… take them off?”
And then, because, despite Piotr’s unshakeable faith, Wade is not a good person, he agreed. Because he’d scanned Piotr from head to toe: the averted gaze, the light flush to his cheeks, the way his feet had turned in ever so slightly and, most importantly and downright stately, the slight bulge in his shorts. Piotr wasn’t asking out of the goodness of his overly large, tin heart (okay, maybe 50%... okay 70% of him was asking out of the goodness of his overly large, tin heart) but he was also asking because his little colonel decided to stand up and be counted. A part of Piotr looked at Wade and decided it would very much like to play hide zucchini and this was Piotr’s shy way of asking.
It was almost cute.
And Wade damned the part of that found that hot.
He cut himself some slack and stripped down to his birthday suit. He’d grabbed a towel for “modesty” and lie down on his stomach. Piotr grabbed some lotion and now, here they were. Wade’s uneven skin didn’t seem to bother Piotr. He didn’t seem to notice it, his hands moving over Wade’s back as he pressed his thumbs into the sore spots. He was focused, humming quietly to himself as he shifted to get a better angle.
Presumably to press down on Wade’s back and not to help out the little upstanding gentleman in his shorts. Either way, he was now sitting on Wade’s thighs, perfectly poised so that, were they naked, he’d be passing third base and sliding into a home run.
Wade rose up slyly, stretching out his arms and earning a soft gasp. He froze, waiting as Piotr’s hands hovered over Wade’s back. Then, with a soft intake of breath, he stretched out over Wade’s back and returned his hands to Wade’s shoulders, no more than a few inches between their bodies. Wade pushed back once more, hiding a victorious smirk as he felt a very noticeable bulge pressed against his ass.
“That a superpowered ‘back massager’ in your pants or are you really enjoying this?” he asked slyly. To his surprise, Piotr rolled his hips against Wade’s in response. Wade’s words grew breathy as he rasped, “Surprised to see you had it in me – in you.”
Piotr groaned, dropping his hands to either side of Wade’s body on the bed. “This is a very bad idea,” he said, his voice gravelly and sending shivers down Wade’s spine.
“In case you’ve missed the last film entirely, I’m very fond of those,” Wade replied, pushing back once more. The friction was driving him crazy. Like revving the engine without giving it any gas. He shuddered, Piotr’s heat seeping into his skin. “Come on, you saying this is against Chuckie’s rules? I know the last time two of his kiddos got involved with each other, the end result was pretty disastrous but that was retconned, baby.”
Piotr let out a quizzical sound, rolling Wade over onto his back. Hovering over Wade, it became even more evident just how large Piotr was. He was huge! He was 6 ft. 6 inches out of armor, his wrists thick and strong as he spread his large hands out over Wade’s stomach. Stopping before he touched Wade’s erection, he shot Wade a hesitant look.
“This is against the rules,” Piotr said guiltily, cocking his head to the side, shifting on Wade’s lap in such a way that left Wade breathless. “I don’t… think I care?”
The words warmed Wade’s chest in a way that should probably worry him but he pushed past it. “You sure, Big Guy?”
Piotr considered his words carefully, “Most rules are there for a reason. I believe in the Professor’s cause. But this rule…” he traced a finger down Wade’s chest, lost in thought. “Helping you was against the rules. And I did that… I think it was for the best.”
Wade’s insides twisted, a slight twinge of guilt. “Yeah?”
“Yes,” Piotr said. He averted his gaze for a moment before shooting Wade a knowing look. “I know this is not 100% genuine. You don’t like jogging or protein shakes or planning or half the stuff that I do. But I’m rubbing off on you. I can tell,” he said.”
The corner of Wade’s mouth turned up, “That you are, Chrome Dome.”
Piotr leaned in closer, his breath misting over Wade’s lips as he murmured, “So, I figure, this rule is okay to break. The benefits outweigh the cost.”
He kissed Wade softly, his hips rolling against Wade’s slyly. Wade groaned, “The benefits?” Piotr hummed in agreement, smiling as Wade took hold of his hips. “You’re one smart cookie.”
Laughing, Piotr pulled back and let Wade pull his shirt over his head.
Wade was turning over a new leaf and, by the looks of things, Piotr was, as well.