Wade Wilson opened his eyes, squinting them to protect them against the harsh light of the sun; wow, what the hell happened last night? And what was that dreadful light spilling into his eyes? He let out a small moan before rubbing his eyes, trying (and failing) to block out the light that had so rudely awoken him from his sleep. His mind began to turn uncomfortably as he tried to remember the details of the night before; he had gone drinking, yes, he had called Peter, okay, he told Peter he loved him...

Wait.

WHAT.

Wade jolted up in his bed, his eyes wide. Ignoring the protest his brain gave him, Wade's heart hammered harshly against the cages that was his chest; he confessed to Peter last night!? While he was piss drunk!? Wade let out a miserable moan and buried his face in his hands, willing the earth to open up and swallow him whole. It was so unfair; he had been crushing on the younger boy for years and the night he finally confesses happens to the ONE night Wade got so pissed drunk he actually thought it was a dream!?

A dream.

Yes, yes that's what this is!

A sigh of relief exists Wade's lungs as his heart begins to slow down. Yes of course, it was a dream. His drunkenness would never have betrayed him so much to the point that he actually confessed. He trusted himself better than that.

Wade jumped slightly when a hand rubbed his shoulder, rubbing out the tense muscle. Wade immediately relaxed into the touch though he wasn't completely sure who was touching him; he ignored his fact as he closed his eyes slowly, listening closely to the small yawn that was exhaled from the left side of Wade's bed.

"You okay Wade? You woke up so intensely."

Wade froze at the voice, recognizing it from anywhere; hell, it was the voice Wade would imagine filling his ears as he-

"Wade?"

Wade slowly turned to the voice and saw him. There he was, Peter freaking Parker, lying in his bed, rubbing his eyes as his sheets covered only Peter's lower half, exposing a delicious amount of skin on his stomach. The sight made Wade's mouth go dry as he stared at Peter's disheveled bed head and sleepy looking eyes, which were looking at him in confusion.

"Wade, you're-"

"What are you doing here?"

Wade didn't mean to sound rude, it just, kinda came off that way. Peter's eyes opened wide and he looked taken aback, and Wade wished for nothing more than to travel back in time and take back what he just said. When someone as hot as Peter Parker was in your bed, rubbing your shoulder and rubbing their eyes sleepily, you do not rudely ask what they are doing there. You're supposed to lean over and give them a kiss on the mouth before grinning and wishing them a good morning and promising to make them the best pancakes they ever had in their life.

Okay so Wade wasn't good at cooking, like at all, but it would be the thought that counts.

Right?

Peter cleared his throat, clearly aware of the awkward tension Wade created. Wade wished that he could kill himself right there, or that someone else would bust through his apartment, or even better, maybe the world would crack open and swallow him whole.

No such luck.

"I'm here because you called me. At like, 2 or 3 am. Excuse me for coming."

Peter made way to get out of the bed when Wade grabbed his wrist, making a point to not look at the other boy, a blush evident on his face. "I didn't mean for it to come out that way."

Peter raised an eyebrow. "How was it supposed to come out then?" Wade lowered his head, as though the action could shield him from whatever was about to happen. "I just meant that someone as pretty as you shouldn't be in the same bed as someone as ugly as me. And I don't mean that in just a physical sense, I mean that in all senses. I mean, you're a good guy; a perfect good guy. No one makes you out to the bad guy, and you rival Captain America for Best Good Guy award. And me... I kill people, on a daily basis nonetheless. My hands are stained with blood darker than the color I wear, so I guess I just wonder how someone as good as you would be in the same bed, or even in the same room, with someone as bad as me."

Wade felt a rush of embarrassment wash over his body, but he couldn't stop talking. Not for the first time, Wade couldn't stop running his fucking mouth and he hated it. He hated the person he was and he hated who he had become, but most of all, he just hated himself. He hated his annoying personality, he hated how he drug Peter fucking Parker, Nice Guy extraordinaire, down with him. He hated how he got Peter involved in his crazy shit and he hated how even now, as he wallowed in self hatred, he wished and mentally begged for Peter to take him into his arms and kiss him, tell him that he wasn't a bad person and that Peter loved Wade, would always love Wade.

"Yeah, you're a bad guy."

Wade's head snapped up so fast he wondered if he broke his neck. Peter stood there in front of him with a soft, sad smile upon his gorgeous face. "I know you're bad guy. I know you kill people; hell, some times you actually scare me because I know what you're capable of. Yet, I can't help it: I'm drawn to you Wade. You make me laugh, and smile, even when I feel like crap. You make absolutely shitty puns and you eat far too much, and yet, I can't bring myself to leave." Peter slowly walked back to Wade and straddled Wade's hips, slinging his legs on both sides of Wade's legs and wrapping his arms around his neck. Wade hesitantly slid his hands around Peter's waist, as though he couldn't believe what was actually happening.

And maybe he couldn't.

"I love you Wade Wilson. I hate it, but I do. And I don't think you're ugly. In fact, I love your eyes," A soft kiss pressed to each of Wade's eyelids. "Your nose," A kiss to the tip of Wade's nose. "Your cheeks," A kiss to both. "Your nonexistent eyebrows," A kiss to both. "Your chin," A kiss to the mentioned body part. "Your ears," A small nibble to the lobe's of both ears. "...Your lips." Instead of pressing a kiss to Wade's lips, Peter ghosted them, close enough that Wade let out a small, impatient moan, but far enough that they weren't actually kissing.

"All of it. I love you Wade. There's nothing you can do that will change that."

Wade let out a small shiver as Peter's breath ghosted across his skin, sending goosebumps down Wade's spine. The two sat there in their close proximity for a second before Wade crushed their lips together, his arms tightening on Peter's waist and bringing the boy so close that Wade could feel Peter's frantic heart beat against his own rib cage. Peter raked a hand gently over Wade's scalp, causing the older man to let out a quiet moan, the sound filling Peter with so much happiness he thought he would burst.

After a moment or two later the two men pulled apart, their chests heaving with the need for air. Peter pressed his forehead against Wade's and smiled, running his fingers over Wade's shoulder lightly. Wade smiled in response.

"Want to have sex, then I make pancakes that are so awful we have to throw them out and then decide to order Chinese food, and then have another round of mind blowing sex as we wait?"

Wade asked, his fingers splaying possessively over Peter's lower back. Peter laughed quietly before pressing a softer kiss on Wade's lips.

"That sounds perfect."

Hey everyone!

So I actually wasn't planning on writing a part two to this, but then I thought 'eh, fuck it' and did it anyways! What do you think?

I just wanted to say a big thank you to A2Slol, FrostedDragonHeart, Mariethe1st, Little Ball Of Insanity, jocandigelvis, and B.Y.O.Y for reviewing the last chapter! It was because of you guys that I decided to make a sequel, so I hope you guys liked it!

Anyways, I'll see you guys in Old Scars, Future Hearts! Until next time!

Much love and stuff,

-ImmaSlytherout