Wade stumbled into his apartment and slammed the door shut. He let out a loud giggle as he locked the door, not that he really needed to, considering where he lived, but for some reason, tonight he was more than willing to lock his apartment door. Wade stumbled into his bedroom, feeling too hot in his plain hoodie, white t shirt, and blue jeans. He stripped off his clothes as he went into his bedroom, throwing the discarded clothes to the side. As Wade fell onto his abnormally soft bed, he found the jeans to be too difficult to take off, and so he left them wrapped around his ankles, not wanting to reach forward and actually take them off all the way.

Wade just got back from drinking with his friends; by friends, he meant the people who wouldn't hesitate, or even shed a tear if they were ordered to kill him. He enjoyed their company, and they always had fun; though the only "fun" that was occurring was them getting drunk off their asses with whatever cheap liquor that Weasel could give them, or whatever their wallets could afford to give. Whenever Wade went drinking with his fellow mercs he could always count on being extremely sick the next morning, and his wallet being a few pounds lighter; they always made him pay for drinks, and they always made Wade test the abilities of his regeneration to the point where Wade was actually drunk; if anyone else had this much alcohol in their systems, they would have been dead yesterday. Wade's phone laid on the bedside table, giving Wade a taunting look; Wade hated bringing his phone with him whenever he went drinking because he would almost always lose it and it was too much of a hassle to replace all the lost information, including all the contacts and pictures that Wade would take.

Wade picked up the phone and stared at the blank screen, having a silent argument with himself. There was a specific person he wanted to call, but his more sober, rational self told him not to even think about calling him. Wade was too dangerous for his own good, no matter how many times he told Wade that he could take care of himself.

Fuck you sober, rational side.

Wade thought to himself as he unlocked his phone and dialed the number of the person he wanted to talk to the most. It didn't matter how many times Wade lost his phone and had to replace all the contents; his number was a number that Wade had memorized from the moment Wade first put it in his phone. Wade pressed the phone to his ear and allowed the dial tone to fill his ears as he waited for him to pick up, wondering about what he would say when he picked up.

Fortunately, he didn't have to think about it for too long.

"Wade?"

"Hey there Spider. Catch any insects in your web lately?"

Wade let out a small giggle as the man sighed heavily.

"Wade, it's three in the fucking morning and I have a test tomorrow at the university, so what the hell do you want?"

"Parker, you were the one to tell me that I could call whenever I wanted to right?"

"Yes, but-"

"Does this not fit that requirement? I wanted to talk to you, so I called you."

The man didn't say anything in response and Wade somehow knew he had won. He smiled when the man gave another small sigh.

"Alright you're right. But I really can't talk for long. What is it?"

Wade gave another happy, very drunk giggle.

"Well fellow superhero-" Wade had whispered this last word loudly in the phone, a grin still present on his face. "I am extremely drunk right now and I'm afraid there's nothing I can do about it."

Wade heard a rustling sound and hazily thought that maybe the man was sitting up in his bed.

"Are you okay? Do you need me there?"

Do you need me there? the question echoed in Wade's head and he wished for nothing more than to say yes and allow the younger man to come and take care of him in his drunken state. Wade of course knew better than to say this; Peter had better things to do then to come take care of him at three in the morning, even though he had a test the next day at his college.

"Yeah, actually. I want you to come over."

Both men were surprised, but not as surprised as Wade who had whispered his thoughts without actually thinking about it. His mouth said the words his mind didn't want him to; Wade wanted Peter there with him, but he didn't want to be a burden or be selfish.

"Alright Wade; I'll be there soon."

x.x.x

Peter opened the door to Wade's apartment with the spare key Wade had given him a few months ago when they were still talking on a regular basis; it felt strange to enter another person's home without knocking, but Peter didn't have much of a choice; he knew there was no way Wade could've opened the door for him, considering how many drinks he must have consumed to actually be drunk. Wade Wilson was known for having a extremely high alcohol tolerance, most due to his cells constantly healing him and his liver.

"Wade?"

Peter calls out softly, tucking the key back into his pocket. "Wade, it's Peter."

Peter is quiet for a moment before he hears a low groaning coming from a bathroom. Peters brow furrows in concern as he makes his way over there, opening the door slowly and finding Wade kneeled over the toilet bowl with his jeans pooled around his ankles.

"Wade? Are you alright?"

Peter asks cautiously, kneeling down beside the older man and rubbing his back in gentle circles, just like what his Aunt May would do for him whenever he got sick.

"I'm gonna barf."

Wade groans, dry heaving into the bowl. Peter gives Wade a sympathetic look before rubbing his shoulders gently.

"Can I get you anything?"

Peter asks soothingly, his voice just as gentle as his hands. Wade wants nothing more than to lean back into those soothing hands and allow the younger man to take care of him; yet his mind whispers no, because that would make you a burden Wade Shitty Wilson. He's already doing so much for you by being here at three in the fucking morning the night before a big test; and you've got him here, taking care of you.

"Maybe just some water."

Wade whispers, resting his head on the toilet bowl. "Okay, I'll be right back." Wade groans in acknowledgement and hears Peter walking away, the sound of his footsteps getting lighter and lighter until Wade can no longer hear them anymore. All Wade wants to do right now is punch himself in the stomach, maybe even in the nuts, because that's how much of a dick he is. He knows that he cares for nothing but himself; this was already proven to him the moment he asked Peter to come over.

Wade can hear Peter returning to the bathroom and soon he feels a small tap on his shoulder. Wade looks up and sees Peter, kneeling over him, offering a glass of water and a pitiful smile.

Wade would have laughed if the noise didn't hurt his head so bad.

"Thank you." Wade says as he accepts the glass of water. He brings the cool liquid to his scarred mouth and gulps it down, refreshing his burning throat. Wade could almost moan at the feeling, and almost does; but he restrains himself, for the man in front of him.

"Must have been a fun night, huh?"

"Why are you here?"

Peter gives Wade a confused look once he hears the whispered sentence. "What?" He questions. "I said, why the fuck are you here?" Wade repeats, his voice louder as he looks back up at Peter. Peter scoffs.

"Because you fucking asked me to be."

Now it was Wade's turn to scoff.

"You're my friend wade."

"So what, you just come running to all your friends side when it's three AM and you have a big fucking test the next day?"

Peter shakes his head and stared up at the ceiling. "You're getting mad because you called me and I came? That's low Wade, even for you." Wade laughs loudly before wincing at the echo of his voice.

"I'm mad because you act like you would've done it for anyone."

"I would have done it for anyone!"

Wade scoffs and presses his head to the cold toilet bowl. "Do I even mean anything to you? Am I just another one of your random buddies to just have a drink with every once in awhile and then never fucking speak to them anymore?" Peter was quiet for a moment as he looked at the older man. Wade seemed so broken, so hurt; so vulnerable. Peter glanced down at the tile floor and saw wet spots puddling in the dips of the tile from where Wade was sitting; somehow, Peter knew that he had fucked up.

"No, Wade, it's not like that-"

Peter started as he began to rub Wade's shoulders again but Wade jerked away. "I obviously don't mean the same way to you as you do to me Peter. So do yourself a favor and leave before you get any more involved with a fucked up super whatever."

Peter stared at Wade, who was now curled up by the bathtub, sobbing quietly. "No." Peter spoke softly, surprising himself. Wade sniffed and look up.

"What?"

"I said no. I'm staying and taking care of you, no matter what. You mean alot to me Wade; even if you don't think so." Wade rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, sniffling softly. His eyes glanced down to where Peter had rested his hand on Wade's knee before glancing up at Peter.

"What do I mean to you?" Wade asked, almost afraid to hear the answer. Peter smiled softly before leaning forward and connecting their lips together.

Peter felt a surge of electricity and energy flow through his veins as he kissed Wade, who tasted strongly of tequila and candy apples. Peter leaned forward, forcing Wade to lower his legs and spread them so that Peter could easily fit himself between them. Wade's tears flowed to a stop as fireworks exploded in his mind; he had been dreaming of this moment ever since he had first met Peter, and it was everything he hoped it would be. Peter slowly pried Wade's mouth open and slide his tongue into Wade's mouth, and Wade could feel goosebumps crawl up his arms as he tasted mint and raspberries, a fruit Wade had learned months ago were Peter's favorite. Wade slowly slipped his arms around Peter's neck and pulled the man closer to him, intensifying the kiss. Peter obliged happily, but had to pull away when Wade started rubbing his crouch against Peter's. Wade whined at the loss of contact and opened his eyes, pouting up at the younger man.

"Why did you stop?"

Wade asked, breathless. Peter smiled and kissed Wade's nose. "I want our first time to be sometime when you're not drunk and I don't have a test the next day. Why don't we get you changed into pajamas and cuddle in your bed instead?" Wade thought for a moment before gently nodding his agreement. Peter smiled and helped Wade up, leading him into the bedroom. Peter helped the older man change into some soft pajamas before tucking him into the large bed, sliding in as well and pressing his chest to Wade's back. Peter wrapped his arms around Wade's chest and held him close, inhaling his scent quietly.

"You're too good for me."

Wade mumbled, his eyes fluttering shut, even though he was trying to keep them open. Peter smiled softly and pressed a kiss behind Wade's ear, right underneath his earlobe.

"I love you anyways."

Wade smiled as his eyes finally slide to a close. Peter listened to Wade's deep breath as the older man fell into a deep slumber; he pressed a kiss to Wade's shoulders and smiled against the hard skin of the man he loved.

"You're too good for me Wade. But I love you, more than you'll ever know."

Peter whispered to himself before reaching over and turning the light off.

Hey everyone!

So my friend had actually asked me to write this, and because I love her so much, I did. Even tho it took me forever. I love you girlie, I hoped you liked it!

Anyways, please be sure to leave a review letting me know what you thought. Spidey pool is one of my OTPs, so I loved writing this w

Much love and stuff,

-ImmaSlytherout