it’s a little late, but happy @spideypoolexchange day to @weirdo-fireball!
I wrote you a little one-shot under the cut! I hope you like it!!
The ‘Morning After’ Shirt - by babybigsoprano
“Is that my shirt?” Wade yawned, walking into the living room.
Peter turned from his position on the couch to look at his shirtless boyfriend.
“Good morning to you, too,” he smirked before receiving a peck on the lips. “Yes, this is your shirt. I thought it would be romantic or something.”
“But that’s my ‘Morning After’ shirt.” Wade pouted as he walked around the back of the couch and rested his head on Peter’s shoulder.
Peter blushed as he remembered their first time together the night before.
“So it has a title? Just how many times have you worn this shirt?” came the sly response.
“I- I don’t…Well I haven’t worn it since I met you, if that puts you at ease.
“No, I know. I was just giving you a hard time.”
“Yeah you were,” Wade breathed into Peter’s ear.
Peter laughed and pushed the other man’s face away from his.
“Here, you dirty old man,” he said, sitting up to take Wade’s shirt off himself. “Put your shirt on.”
“No, no. It looks good on you. I’ll go find myself another one.” Wade disappeared into the bedroom again and Peter went back to watching whatever show he was watching before Wade woke up.
Wade emerged from the bedroom once more, walking over in front of the tv when Peter didn’t notice him.
“Whaddya think?”
“WADE!”
“What?”
“That’s my Captain America shirt!”
“Yeah, and?”
“And it’s way too small for you! You’re stretching it out,” Peter whined. Peter’s eyes glared at the other man’s before raking his eyes down his body that was being compressed in Peter’s shirt. He could see every outline of every muscle on Wade’s abdomen, some of the deeper scars showing through as well. The sleeves were a completely different story; Wade’s arms seemed to be bursting through them, one slight movement and they’d rip the shirt apart.
“Wade, I swear if you rip my shirt…”
“Why don’t you come over here and take it off me then?”
They smirked at each other for a moment before Wade’s expression turned to a pleading one.
“No, seriously can you help me get it off? I can’t.”
Peter gave Wade a half annoyed, half endearing look that only Peter could make as he stood up and walked over to his boyfriend.
“Lift your arms.”
Wade did as he was told and raised his arms, never breaking eye contact with the shorter man. He felt Peter’s hands drag down his chest to the hem of his shirt. Four fingers on each hand found their way under Wade’s shirt as Peter slowly pulled it up with his thumbs. His fingers trailed along the scars on Wade’s chest, moving gently along the curve of his abdomen. When he got to Wade’s arms, Peter tugged the tight sleeves and pulled the shirt up toward his forearms andover his head, letting it fall to the floor with a slight rustle. Without hesitation, Wade pulled Peter in for a gentle, loving kiss before he quickly pulled away and picked up the shirt.
“Keep the shirt, sweet cheeks. I like the idea of you wearing it, since you’re gonna be the last person I ever sleep with for the rest of my life,” Wade said as he walked toward the bedroom to put the shirt back.
“Oh yeah?” Peter giggled. “And who says you’ll be mine?”
Wade, with a hand to his chest, puffed out a surprised gasp.
“Baby boy, you wound me.”
“Ohh,” Peter fake whined, “I’m only joking sweet cheeks.” Peter walked over to where Wade was standing and slapped his ass. Wade grabbed him before he could run away and pulled him into himself.
“Wade!” Peter laughed as he tried to wiggle out of his boyfriend’s strong arms.
“Oh no, you’re in for it now!”
They were both laughing as Wade walked himself and Peter over to the bed before picking up the latter and depositing him in the middle of it.
“You should wear my clothes more often.”
“You should wear less clothes more often.”
“Haha, I don’t know about that, Petey. I’m not exactly a looker.”
“I think you’re perfect.”
“I love you, Peter.”
“I love you too, Wade.”
Wade leaned down and kissed his boyfriend’s neck. The younger man hummed happily and pawed at his back.
“As much as I love seeing you wear it,” Wade breathed in Peter’s ear, reaching down to his waist, “let’s get that shirt off of you.”