"Hey there, Spidey boy," a gruff voice muffled by a mask interrupted the peaceful silence that had filled the young teenager's bedroom. The sound of the window opening further, which would allow the merc to enter the room, followed soon after the words were spoken. Peter spun around in his desk chair, his eyes wide with panic for a moment until he caught sight of who was speaking.
"Hello there," Peter said, his bright beam sliding into his voice. "You know you could just come in the front door, right?"
"That would ruin the romantic factor," Deadpool said as he began to slowly walk over to his teenage lover. "Plus if I come in through the window I could always find you doing all sorts of naughty things."
"Says the man who took my virginity," Peter snorted, his eyes filling with love as he stood to meet his boyfriend halfway. A small giggle escaped his lips as his lover's hands moved to rest on his hips. "Y'know, I have homework to do."
"You can always do that later," Wade snarked, his hand moving to trail along the other man's jaw. "I didn't come all this way just to watch you do homework."
"How could I say no after you told me that?" Peter asked, happy that his lover had played along, despite his reason being one of the most used excuses in the history of time. The younger superhero tugged at the merc's mask, bringing it up so that it was crumpled up around his nose, exposing his lips. Peter ducked forward, hovering just far away enough from his lover's lips to drive the other man insane.
"Just kiss me," Wade whispered, closing the gap between them. Peter hummed as his arms wrapped around his lover's shoulders, pressing their lips together in a tender display of passion. It quickly turned heated as Wade's hands slipped down Peter's back, rubbing the obnoxious knots until they came to rest of the Avengers ass. He squeezed it roughly, causing Peter to moan breathily against Wade's lips.
"We have just a little under an hour," he whispered, pulling away from his boyfriend for a moment. Wade nodded, ducking in and catching Peter's lips on his own as he slowly walked them over to the bunk bed. Small, happy giggles escaped from Peter's lips as they fell onto the bed.
"What's so funny?" Wade questioned as he began to kiss down Peter's neck, rolling the soft, pale skin in between his teeth as to leave marks.
"I love you so much it hurts sometimes," Peter moaned breathily again, leaning his head to the side to give his lover further access to his neck. "You make me happier than I've ever been before."
Wade stopped for a moment, pulling back to look his lover in the eyes. "You don't mean that," he whispered, almost completely baffled.
"Wade fucking Wilson!" Peter exasperatedly sighed, "I wouldn't be dating you or even fucking you if I wasn't completely and utterly enamored by you."
"No one has ever said that to me before," Wade whispered, feeling his heart pulse and swell as it felt like it was going to shatter into a million tiny shards all at the same time.
"Well I'm here to say it to you a lot," Peter said, his hands running from the back of Wade's head down his back and up again as slowly as he could force them to move.
The assassin captured his lover's lips again, his hands running underneath his lover's shirt, reaching their ways up to his nipples. Wade rolled the small nubs in between his gloved fingers, causing them to perk up. Peter moaned and bucked up, causing a small amount of pleasure to shoot through his body. "I love you," Wade whispered, his lips removed from his lovers as he took the time to remove his chest of all clothing.
Peter groaned, his own hands pulling at the cloth that still covered his lover's face. "No masks," he whined, finally removing the entire clothing item.
"Fine," Wade growled into Peter's ear as his hands ducked down into the hem of his jeans and boxers.
"Someone's eager," the youngest Avenger moaned.
"You did say we only have an hour," Wade whispered gruffly as he reached into Peter's bedside drawer. "How about you give me a show while I find a condom?"
"I'm out of condoms," Peter whispered, his face falling at the prospect of not having his lover inside of him that night.
"You're clean right? And on the pill?" Wade asked, his hands still running up and down the youngest Avenger's torso. Peter thought for a moment, causing Wade to pause and look at him expectantly. The younger Avenger quickly weighed the pros and cons of lying to his lover about being on the pill. The feeling of his dick pressing tightly against his pajama bottoms caused him to nod. "Good," the older male whispered. He placed large open mouth kisses along the trail of hair that ducked down beneath Peter's pants.
Wade pulled his pajama bottoms down in several jerky, needy motions, even though it was not the most arousing this to watch, it was the best feeling in the world to Peter know what was going to happen next. His breath came out in thick, short gasps as he searched for air. The younger man almost screamed when he felt his lover's lips encase his aching erection. Wade bobbed down, taking the entire thing into his mouth for a moment as his tongue swirled around the shaft, causing Peter to shake with pleasure as he did so. He pulled back up, taking the entire thing out of his mouth for a moment as his tongue darted into the slit, causing more and more precum to ooze out and run down the shaft, mixing with his saliva.
Wade pulled off with a small popping noise, his hands now focusing on removing his signature suit. As soon as the fabric was off of his body, he threw it onto the floor with the other pieces of clothing that had been covering Peter. His hands grabbed hold of his lover's ass, giving it a firm squeeze as he positioned himself at the younger's opening. His tip pressed against the already moist opening. The pressure caused Peter to moan out and shudder with pleasure again.
"Just, please," the youngest Avenger groaned, his arms winding around the others broad shoulders.
"Please what?" Wade asked, he knew what his lover wanted, and he knew that he wanted it even more. He could feel the heat radiating off of his lover as Peter searched for the words.
"Please fuck me," he whispered, his eyes shut with bliss as he finally felt Wade press into him. The older fell onto his shoulders as he fully sheathed his cock in the other boy. It still amazed him how Peter made enough of his natural lubricant to allow them to do it naturally, despite him being a male.
"How are you still this amazing?" Wade whispered gruffly as his fingers threaded through Peter's long hair. His lips were covered by the aforementioned boy's before the other answered. They created a gentle rhythm between the two, something they always managed to do no matter how rough they had started out.
Wade pulled all the way out to his tip, causing Peter to squirm as the ring of muscle was given a break. His chest heaved as he searched for air. The older realigned himself before he pushed back in slowly, teasingly slowly, giving them both the amount of pleasure that they so desired. "I love you," Peter whispered again, reminding his lover of the words he had told him earlier.
Wade thrust in so hard and fast after that that all Peter could see for the next few minutes was stars. "Right there, do that again," he shrieked. The assassin did as he was told for once in his life, hitting the younger man's prostate dead on, which caused thick white ropes to erupt from his cock and cover both of their stomachs. Wade collapsed on top of his lover as the feeling of clenching around him caused his own ejaculation to occur, causing him to fill his lover up with his seed.
Both men lay wrapped up in each other, just trying to catch their breath for what felt like eons before Peter spoke up. "You should really come over more often. I could get used to this," he laughed.
"But you not being used to this is the best part of my visits. It lets me think of what you fuck yourself with when my cock isn't at your disposal," the assassin whispered, his gruff voice filling the younger with happiness.
"You're so dirty," Peter giggled, burying his head in Wade's neck to keep himself from moaning as the older man pulled out of him, leaving him full of an aching emptiness.
"As much as I would like to stay here and show you dirty I could really be, I think our two hours almost up," he grumbled, grabbing a tissue from the box by Peter's bedside to clean them both up.
"Yeah," the younger sighed, relishing in the feeling of his lover's hands caressing his abs and pecs. The rest of the time they spent together went quickly, mostly consisting of aftercare and redressing to make it look less suspicious. But it was time together nonetheless. Peter could feel his heart clench with sadness as he watched his assassin of a lover disappear out of sight.
Soon after he left, Aunt Mae appeared at the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest as she cleared her throat, catching his attention. "Your Dads are here to take you for the weekend."
"I'll be right out."