No one who flew around the city on webs whilst rocking that skin tight spandex and mouthing off to any and every criminal that crossed his path could be shy. Nope. Not when he had zero compunction about inhaling Mexican food on a roof top with Deadpool, or having “who can deepthroat the popsicle the best” contests. (It was Deadpool. Having no gag reflex and technically not having to breathe was a plus).
No, Spider-Man was not shy about anything-- not his infamous sarcasm, not the shameless way he posed for all those pictures in that ridiculous squat (who needs to squat all the time?), not the way he got so angry over the injustice that happened around him. He certainly hadn’t been shy about breaking that one guy’s wrist last week, and he hadn’t been shy about telling Deadpool exactly why he’d go back and break the other one.
Deadpool had hauled him off to cool down, Spidey shaking his fist and cursing back in the direction of the bad guy.
Not shy at all. Not the friendly neighborhood Spider-man. No way.
Peter Parker, however, was a completely different story.
“Hey baby.” Wade pushed a bag of food into Spidey’s hands, and when the wall crawler was distracted digging through it, Wade pushed his own mask up to his nose, then hooked a finger beneath Pete’s to smooch his cheek.
“Wade.” the aforementioned cheek shaded soft pink, Peter stammering a little as he said thank you for the food, shuffling his feet nervously.
Adorable.
“Peter Pumpkin!” Wade threw open the door to his apartment and dragged Peter right in, getting both hands on dat booty and squeezing tight as they kissed.
“Wade!” Peter cried, covering his face with both hands as he blushed bright red. “The lights are on!”
“Obviously.” Wade leered at him and Peter refused to even uncover his face until Wade switched the lights off and pulled him close for a less- lecherous cuddle.
So fucking cute.
Another day another kiss-- Wade patiently stitching Peter up after he got a cut on his shoulder that wasn’t near as bad as Wade was pretending it was. He just liked the excuse to pamper and be sweet with his boyfriend.
“There.” a soft kiss over the stitches. “You’ll heal just fine, sugar snack. And even if you scar it will be beautiful.”
“Beautiful like you?” came the soft soft whisper, Peter peeking out at Wade from between his fingers, eyes wide and uncertain and it took every scrap of Wade’s self control not to both deny that he was beautiful, and to not crack up laughing at how cute Peter was when he was trying to flirt.
Hilarious.
A long night together, working off some of the pent up energy and emotion from a few difficult days, Wade nearly on the edge of breaking, Peter giving just as good as he got, healing factors and mid twenties libido and general horniness contributing to multiple times in multiple positions until they were both exhausted and gasping across the bed.
“You’re perfect.” Wade groaned, not even caring that it came out a little garbled, too satisfied to even put proper letters together to form real words. “S’perfect. Dat ass and dem legs and the way your dick--”
“WADE!” A pillow to his face with a little bit too much Spidey strength behind it and if Wade wouldn’t have been cackling over Peter waddling to the bathroom as fast as he could to hide his embarrassment, he would have scooped the kid up and put him right back in bed.
The cutest shit in the world.
Peter was shy, it was fine. Wade had to initiate all of their kisses and that was fine too. Slippery naked times had to happen with the lights off, Peter made a little squeaking noise if Wade got too handsy in public, any overt sweetness or mushiness on the Merc’s part had Pete stammering and blushing and trying to change the subject because he got over flustered and didn’t know how to handle it.
It was fine. Peter was perfect and Wade was head over heels in love with him, and it was high time they talked about it.
Another day, another patrol, another late night rendezvous on a rooftop eating questionable food.
“Heya Pete.” Wade lifted Peter’s mask so he could kiss him for a long minute, gathering him close against his heart and sighing when Peter’s hands crept around to hold him tight for a minute. “Listen, there’s been something I should’ve said a while back, like ages ago, but I’m gonna say it now, alright?”
“Alright?” Peter already sounded a little shaky, color climbing his cheeks as he bit at his lip nervously. “Go ahead.”
“I love you, baby boy.” Wade kept his voice very soft, his touch very light so Peter wouldn’t be overwhelmed. “I love you very much, and you don’t have to say it back because I know you get all bashful about it but I wanted you to hear it, yeah?”
“You--you love me?”
“Of course I do.” Wade rubbed his thumb over Peter’s bottom lip before pulling away so Peter could put his mask down. “I have for a long time, but I don’t want you to feel as if you have to--AH!”
Wade’s carefully planned speech was completely ruined when Peter ripped his mask off, ripped Wade’s off, and then jumped into his arms, smothering him in a messy-but-enthusiastic kiss.
“I love you too!” He practically yelled, tearing at Wade’s clothes as they kissed, damn near climbing the Merc’s body to get closer. “Wade! I love you too OH MY GOD!”
Wade wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to get Pete naked, roof top or not, and between his strength and the fantastic amount of bendy his boyfriend was, it wasn’t very long at all before both of them were mostly naked and completely satisfied. (It might have been embarrassing how quickly it all went down but hey, love confessions are a big deal. No one would blame them for being extra excited, right?)
Wade buried his face in Peter’s neck, still breathing hard as Peter stroked gentle fingers down over his head, past his neck and to his shoulders, keeping him pinned close, whispering “I love you” over and over into his skin.
“Damn.” Wade was the first to move away, and it was to grin down at Peter with a silly smile. “All it took was an I love you to get you to stop being shy and give me roof top sex like I wanted, huh?”
“Roof top sex.” the smile disappeared from Peter’s face as he looked around them, and then horror-- “OH NO! Wade! We are outside! In public! Some one could have seen us!”
“No one saw us, Pete, don’t--”
“I tore your shirt?? Oh my god and all the noises I made!” Peter wailed, scrunching down as far as he could to try and hide. “Wade! How could you let me do that!”
“Well I mean--” Wade wasn’t sorry at all. “My shirt can be replaced, and the noises were frankly adorable-” Peter squawked in outrage. “-- that one was too. And when you sounded awful pretty when you begged so--”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”
Wade laughed until he was almost sick watching Peter scramble around the roof trying to gather his clothes, wriggling back into pants that had a hole ripped in the back, a shirt that no longer even covered his nipple, and a fully preserved spidey mask that managed to somehow look completely offended and horrified by the entire ordeal before swinging away to his own apartment, attempting to be dignified when really he just looked like he had bottomed for some pretty serious sex. (which is exactly what happened).
An hour or so later, Wade unlocked the door to Peter’s apartment and climbed right into bed next to him, smiling when Peter rolled right over and plastered himself against Wade’s chest.
“I love you.” he mumbled. “Sorry I got all embarrassed.”
“I don’t mind that you’re shy, baby boy.” Wade whispered. “One of the things I love about you.”
“I think I blushed so hard I popped a blood vessel.” he muttered and Wade tried really really hard not to laugh over that.
“Just you wait.” Peter threatened (adorably, over a sweet yawn and scooting even closer to Wade). “I’ll figure out something to make you blush. Then you’ll see how awful it is.”
“I’m quaking in my boots.” Wade promised. “Quaking.”
