The Corner Hobby Shop was only a few blocks from Wade and Peter's apartment. It was a place that Wade shopped frequently because they sold the right shade of red material to fix his suits. Though few knew it, both Wade and Peter were pretty handy with a sewing machine. But hidden talents were just part of the superhero life.
Other than fabric, there was a large section for cross stitch, embroidery, painting and art supplies, and a substantial selection of yarn.
Ethel, the owner, smiled at Wade when he came through the door. "Good afternoon, Mr. Wilson. How's the quilt coming along?"
"Excellent," he answered with a bright smile. "Just a few more blocks, and I'll bring it by." Wade gestured to Wanda, and said, "My sister and I want to try out knitting. I figured this was the place to get supplies."
Ethel stepped out from behind the counter, motioning for them to follow her to the back of the store. She pointed out the needles, explained the uses of the different types, defined things like worsted and skein, then left the Deadpools to make their selections when another customer came in.
"She's sweet," Wanda said as she studied a set of bone needles.
Wade shrugged. "I stopped a jerk from stealing her purse a few years back."
Wanda grinned, then said, "I wonder how complicated this will be. I mean, I can garrote a dude, but I couldn't figure out how to tie a tie to save my life."
"Yeah, me neither," Wade said. He turned around towards the yarn. "Peter always ties mine. Not that I have many occasions to wear them."
"Nate tried to teach me," Wanda said. Then she laughed. "I'd always get it backwards with the little end in front. Nate thought it was funny as hell, and would wear my backwards ties to meetings just to see if anyone said something about it."
Wade looked at her, and was happy to see that she wasn't on the verge of tears. He tossed a skein of metallic silver yarn to Wanda, and said, "They should call that TO Mesh instead of Winter Tinsel."
Wanda snorted a laugh, then tucked the yarn into her basket. She scanned the colors, amazed at the many different shades and dye combinations. After adding Deadpool red and Spiderman blue to her yarn collection, she asked, "How's things with you and Peter going?"
"Good. Perfect," Wade answered. Then at Wanda's knowing look, he said, "I'm having trouble. Peter wanted sex last night, and I wanted to have a panic attack." He picked up a dark green yarn with yellow and blue flecks, and said, "The new parts are weird. And...sensitive. I shoot off faster than a teenager with his first hard on."
"Have you masturbated yet?" Wanda asked bluntly, making Wade check the aisle to make sure no one was around to hear them.
His face was burning red under the scars, his voice a barely there whisper add he said, "Not exactly. Like I said, it's awkward."
"Sex is always awkward at first," Wanda said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You'll never be comfortable if you don't do a little experimenting."
Wade frowned. "I don't want to embarrass myself."
She put a hand on his arm and said, "Do you really think Peter is going to judge you? Have you met Peter?" Before he could say anything else, she said, "My suggestion? Both of you get naked and touch."
Wade's face was turning a darker shade of red. "It's when he touches me that I get weird. And I hate it because I love him."
"Then have him watch you touch yourself," Wanda answered. "Show him how to touch you now. Guide him. Figure it out together."
He bit his lip. "I...I don't...I am not comfortable..."
"Just think about it," Wanda said with a part on his arm. Then she picked up a skein of yarn and asked, "What do you think? Is this Hydra green?"
Wade nodded. "Close enough, sis."
After picking up a couple items from the grocery store for dinner, Wade walked with Wanda back to Bob's apartment. Wanda said nothing else about Wade and Peter's sex life, other than she wanted to give them some alone time. Wade insisted that she should come over, that he didn't bring her here to ignore her, to which Wanda rolled her eyes.
Going back home, Wade felt tense. He knew that Wanda was right. He needed to take a chance, because Peter was the poster boy for being understanding with Wade's idiosyncrasies. Peter cared about him, wanted him to feel safe and comfortable. He was patient and never pushy. At least not when it came to Wade's insecurities.
Peter greeted Wade at the door with a kiss, taking the groceries to the kitchen, where Wade showed him the things purchased at the hobby store. They ended up buying several sets of needles, scissors, pattern books, and enough yarn to make ten blankets. Aunt May wanted Wade and Wanda to come over Wednesday for their first knitting lesson, and for a while Wade was distracted by talk of his new hobby.
They ate dinner on the couch, sitting close enough to touch and to steal bites from each other's plates. Wade did the dishes while Peter checked his emails to prepare for work Monday. Once Wade was finished, he came by to kiss the back of Peter's neck before heading to the shower.
Wade scrubbed, his mind drifting back to what Wanda said. Peter was the kind of person who would probably love the idea of watching and participating in Wade's self exploration. It's not like they've never jerked of together, though for some reason the idea of this felt more intimate. This was something Wade never did before. The more he thought about it, though, the more he wanted to share this with Peter.
The only problem was, Wade didn't know how to go about it. The thought of walking up to Peter and saying, "Hey, baby boy. Wanna watch me diddle myself?" seemed a little too forward. If he was joking about it, he would have no problem with that approach. But this wasn't a joke; this was something he needed to do.
By the time Wade was out of the shower, Peter was in the bedroom on the end of the bed looking a million kinds of sexy. The younger man looked up at him with a soft smile, his eyes tired but happy. For a moment, Wade considered backing out and leaving this for another day.
"You ready for bed?" Peter asked as he lay back with his arms behind his head.
The merc nodded then sat beside Peter, his back straight and hands on his knees. A little rigid for someone claiming to be winding down.
Peter tugged on the back of Wade's t-shirt, and said, "Wade?"
"I..." Wade laughed nervously, then said, "There's something I want to, uh, talk to you about. It's...a little... kind of... It's hard for me to say this."
Peter sat up, slipping his arm around the merc's waist and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "You know you can tell me anything."
Wade nodded, looking down into Peter's chocolate brown eyes. He swallowed hard. "I guess this isn't so much tell as it is show?"
Peter raised an eyebrow, and after another moment of hesitation, Wade stood up and started removing his clothes. It wasn't his usual strip tease. His movements were tense and his hands were shaking as he removed his lounge pants and boxers.
Though there were many questions burning in Peter's mind, he stayed quiet, watching as Wade went to the side of the bed. The merc shook out his arms and rolled his head on his shoulders as if readying for a fight. Rather than throwing punches, he adjusted the pillows and got in bed, positioning himself so he was propped up against the headboard with his legs bent and knees spread. Peter couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight, and had to twist his hands in the duvet to keep from touching his merc.
Wade's hands rested on his muscular thighs, rubbing the scarred flesh as he said, "I want to...get used to this new...new body. And I want... I need to kind of feel things out for myself? But I don't want to do this alone."
Peter asked, "What do you need me to do."
"Watch," Wade said, his voice cracking. A severe blush was creeping over his skin as he added, "Maybe, uh, take your clothes off too?"
"Okay," Peter said as he removed his pajamas, doing his best to appear interested without being overly eager, not wanting to cause any more nerves. He knew that what Wade was doing was scary territory for someone who doesn't like to be stared at. This was a matter of trust. Wade trusted Peter with this intimate exploration, and he'd be damned if he was going to ruin it.
Wade took a deep breath, continuing to rub his thighs, his hands drawing a larger circuit, reaching down the back of his legs and behind his knees. Slowly, his movements migrated to the tender flesh of his inner thighs, where his cock was already hard. But he did not touch himself there, rather his fingers traveled to the slit between his testicles. He teased at the cleft before dipping into the soft folds, his fingertips coming out glistening.
The merc's breath was slow, occasionally stuttering as his right forefinger probed down into the wet flesh. He was shocked by just how wet he was just from the anticipation. His eyes were closed, his face screwed up in intense concentration and jaw tense, focused on the sensations. Then he found that particularly sensitive nub, and his whole body jerked, his cock leaking a thick droplet of precum. He bit his lip, brow creasing as he touched the spot again and again, making his body spasm.
By this point, Peter was having a hard time keeping his hands to himself. He wanted to replace Wade's hands with his own, to bury his face in this new, most intimate area. His cock ached to drive into the merc's shaking body, to feel the heat and wetness that made his mouth water and cock leak untouched. Wade was a vision like this, his muscles tense and rippling beneath his scarred dermis. He was like granite, beauty created by pressure and imperfections. Raw, rough, strong.
Wade had lived a long time, had experienced many things. But getting to witness the merc in such an intimate moment of discovery-the way he touched himself, the curious motions, the almost surprised look he got when something felt particularly stimulating... It was breathtaking.
Peter practically sobbed with relief when Wade whispered in a voice stained by pleasure, "Touch me."
Peter crawled up the bed, settling between the merc's knees. Carefully, Peter mimicked Wade's own motions. First stroking his thighs, watching Wade's face go slack even as his finger circled his clit with more pressure, his hips jerking and small gaps of pleasure escaping his lips that turned into delicious moans when Peter's fingers replaced his own.
"Mmmm...Peter. So good, so good..." Wade gasped, his voice a raw soft whisper.
Peter kissed Wade's inner thigh. He continued to mouth at the flesh, his fingers sliding inside the silky opening to gather more slick and returning to that sensitive spot that made Wade's hips buck and produced those glorious moans.
"I... I want..." Wade gasped, mouth panting as he reached for Peter's hands, lifting them away so he could catch his breath.
Peter leaned up, peppering the merc's sweaty face with kisses, lips brushing skin as he whispered, "Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what to do."
Wade was having a hard time formulating sentences. So he took Peter's hand, guiding it to Peter's cock as the merc again returned to touching himself. Peter understood, stroking himself as Wade did the same, their mouths a tangle of tongues as they chased their own orgasms. Peter came first, breaking away from the kiss, eyes fighting to stay open to see the pleasure wash over Wade as he found his climax with a growling shout, cum shooting onto his belly as a burst of milky liquid spilled onto the duvet.
Peter kissed him again, a languid brush of lips as Wade slumped boneless against the headboard, voice filled with reverence as he said, "So amazing, so beautiful. I wish you could see how beautiful you are right now."
Slowly, Wade cracked open his eyes, a dazed smile on his face. "That was...intense."
Peter made a noise between a hum and a growl as he lay down and pulled Wade against him. The merc's body was heated, his pulse slowing and breathing evening out. He clung to Peter, loving the sweet things the younger man said as he held him. The nerves and the anxiety mixed with the pleasure and feeling of being accepted and so loved, leaving Wade wrung out in a way he never felt before.
Groggily, Wade managed to mumble, "Love you," before falling asleep.
