Wade's pov.

Door opening Wade comes face to towel with a damp Peter, over-sized shirt hanging off his shoulders

Breathing in sharply Wade can only stare.

[Moist Peter!]

Towel getting removed Peter's surprised eyes comes into view together with beautifully mussed hair and rosy cheeks. "Wade?"

[Daaawww. Look at him.]

"I am." How can anyone be so beautiful?

||He's a modern day Ganymede.||
[Who?]

I'll fight any god that tries to take my Petey away.

Looking up from Peter's bare feet to his messy hair just makes Wade want to bundle him up to cuddle and keep him safe forever.

||Wouldn't work. He isn't immortal.||

I'll talk to Death next time I see her.

Not really feeling inclined to do anything else Wade simply keeps staring at the living dream in front of him.

Then there's the sound of someone loudly clearing their and Wade is suddenly broken out of his daydreaming and he forces his eyes to focus on Peter's face. "Huh?"

||Eloquent.||

Blinking Wade shakes his head. "Sorry, what?"

Twisting the towel in his hands Peter looks at him with uncertain eyes. "What are you doing here, Wade?"

Seeing the uncertainty in Peter's eyes causes sirens to blare in Wade's head. Abort. Abort. "Ehh.."

||Again, eloquent.||

I really should have worn the mask. Pulling the hood on his sweatshirt tighter around his face Wade shrinks down, trying to hide between his own shoulders.

"Nothing. Sorry." Turning Wade is just about to make a run for it [Nooo!] when a hand grabs his arm. [Yes!]

Stilling he looks back at Peter of some reason is now smiling at him. "Don't leave. I was just wondering why you were here?"

Not letting go of Wade's arm Peter starts to walk back into his apartment pulling Wade with him.

Closing the door behind them Peter smiles at him again. "So why are you here?"

||Try to answer with multisyllable words this time.||

The problem is that seeing Peter look at him with that warm patient smile makes Wade feel unimaginably nervous. "Umm..."

||Eloquence. Do you not know what it means?||
[No?]

Taking a deep breath Wade musters up some courage. "I thought..." But he trails off straight away. Glancing at the window he considers jumping through it.

"Wade?"

Still looking at the window Wade takes a deep breath before quickly saying everything in one fell swoop. "So-the-other-day-you-said-that-maybe-perhaps-we-could-marathon-the-Star-Wars-movies-some-time,-sorry-about-not-wearing-the-mask-by-the-way,-but-you-always-ask-me-to-take-it-off,-sorry,-and-I-thought-that-maybe-I-could-come-over,-cause-you-said-that-I-could-if-I-wanted-or-at-least-that-I-should-knock-on-the-door-and-skip-the-window,-and-I-thought-that-maybe-we-could-do-that."

||This is not what I meant with multisyllable.||

Taking an other deep breath Wade calms himself and looks back at Peter. "Marathon the Star Wars movies that is. Thought we could do that. But I totally understand if you don't want to."

Looking down he resist the urge to stab himself with something, the only thing really stopping him is the memory of Peter's horrified look when he heard about his previous injuries yesterday. That and ruining Peter's chance to get his security deposit back, blood stains like a bitch.
||How very considerate of you.||

Waiting to be reprimanded Wade shrinks back on reflex only to look up in surprise when Peter speaks.

"I'd love to marathon the movies with you."

Meeting Peter's smiling eyes makes a hopeful light turn on in Wade's. "Really?"

"Of course." Gesturing for Wade to follow Peter's smile turns apologetic. "I'm afraid I won't be that good company though. I've had a long day."

"You can never be bad company."

Following Peter over to the the couch Wade sits down watching him fiddle with the DvDs on the shelf by the TV.

Glancing down Wade notices Peter's pants. Those sweats are riding really low.

||Very low.||
[o-o]

Stretching to reach higher Peter's shirt hikes up and make his lower back visible. He has back dimples!

[3]
||Lost for words?||
[.-.]

Staring at the dimples Wade watches them disappear [;n;] as the shirt lowers back down once more.

"Wade?"

Quickly looking up Wade meets Peter's eyes. "Yeah?"

Smiling beautifully Peter tilts his head. "Never apologies for not wearing the mask again. Okay?"

||He actually understood your blathering.||

Feeling stunned Wade can only nod. He really doesn't care.

Giving a nod of his own Peter smiles. "Good."

Looking down at the movies in his hands and then up to Wade again Peter raises a brow. "We don't have like 20 hours so we have to figure this out."

Holding up the first DvD he asks, "Do you wanna watch from 'Phantom Menace' and forward," lowering that back down he raises a box set, "or do you want to only watch the original three. And if so, do you want to see 'A New Hope' again?"

"Ehhh..."

||What you're looking for are words.||

But I didn't plan this far!

"Keep in mind that we will manage max two, maybe three movies. I need to get up tomorrow." Peter adds smiling somewhat sheepishly.

"Umm..."

||Words!||

Jumping at White's shout Wade makes up his mind smiling back at Peter. "We could just watch Episode: V and VI."

Returning the smile Peter puts the prequel back on the shelf. "Okay."

After putting in the DvD Peter comes over to the couch. Sitting down delicately he smiles at Wade nudging him with his shoulder, "I'm warning you now. I've had a long day, I might fall asleep."

"No worries."

Smiling Wade watches Peter wiggle carefully, making himself comfortable by folding his legs up on the couch.

Grinning impishly Peter looks at Wade. "You sure? I drool."

Leaning back Wade places his arms on the backrest. "Yeah."

"Don't say I didn't warn you." With that said Peter picks up the remote starting the movie.

-..-..-..

Even with Wade's colorful commentary Peter quickly starts to yawn, but he does manage to stay awake.

At the end of 'The Empire Strikes Back' he reluctantly gets up to change the movie before quickly going back the couch cuddling down yawning next to Wade.

He's like a tired puppy.

But already at the beginning of 'Return of the Jedi' Peter starts to blink sleepily nodding off and on. Noticing this Wade quiets down his commentary letting it trail off in time with Peter falling asleep.

At some point during all this Wade's arm has manage to move down from the backrest to rest around Peter's shoulders.

Looking down at Peter sleeping peacefully, cuddled up against his side, Wade can't help but smile. He trusts me enough to fall asleep next to me.

||Maybe it's not trust but stupidity.||

Biting down hard he resist responding out loud. Shut up, White!

||Sorry... I meant naivety.||

Grounding his jaw together even harder a growl still manages to escape. Seriously. Shut. Up!

||Wa-||
No. Shut up! Go wherever Yellow went and stay there.
||Bu-||
Fuck off.

Waiting Wade is expecting White to rebuke him but he is only met with silence. Actually looking physically around himself Wade can't believe there's nothing. They've never been quiet before.

Smiling he looks back down at Peter's sleeping face. "Thank you."

-..-..-..

Sadly all good things must come to an end and with the credits of 'Return of the Jedi' having long passed Wade has to admit this to himself.

Adjusting his arm around Peter's shoulders Wade jostles him slightly. "Peter?"

Getting no response Wade can't resist bringing his other hand up to Peter's face moving some of his sleep mussed hair away from his face. "Petey, the movie is over, time to get up."

Carefully nudging him once more Wade finally gets a response in the form of a sleepy grumble.

Resisting the urge to naw out loud Wade just nudges Peter again. "Wakey, wakey, Petey."

Grumbling slightly once more Peter wiggles a bit before stilling with a content sigh.

Not managing to keep it in anymore Wade can't help but let one naw slip out. "Naaww. You're so cute."

Bringing his hand up he boops Peter's nose. Watching it scrunch up Wade smiles noticing that Peter's eyes finally seems to be cracking open. "Are we finally waking up?"

Jostling Peter one last time Wade leans closer bringing his hand back up poking Peter's nose tip again. "Boop."

Eyes blinking sleepily Peter looks up at him with an absolutely beatific smile. "Boop?"

"Yeah." Leaning in even closer Wade touches Peter's nose once more. "Boop."

Smiling Peter weakly paws at Wade's hand grabbing it. Bringing their clasped hands up to Wade's face he touches the back of them to his nose. "Boop."

Laughing Wade watches Peter's smile turn into a yaw breaking yawn and his eyes droop sleepily. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty, no falling back asleep."

Closing his eyes Peter weakly mumbles. "It hasn't gone a 100 years yet."

"But I booped you." Tightening his hold around Peter's shoulders Wade squeezes him.

"Not how it works." Peter simply retorts keeping his eyes closed.

Loosening up his hold Wade stares down at Peter's relaxed face. Does he mean?

Swallowing down his nerves Wade leans down. "Peter?" Nudging their foreheads together Wade carefully watches Peter's face.

Eyes fluttering open Peter sleepily meets Wade's.

Letting his arm move down Wade wraps it around Peter's middle. Here goes nothing.

Leaning in Wade can feel Peter's breath on his lips, nervously he tightens his grip around Peter's waist which causes a pained hiss to escape him.

Recoiling as if burned Wade stares wide-eyed back at Peter's face, which is now scrunched up in pain.

"Sorry. So sorry." Oh my god, what have I done!

||You fucked up. That's what.||

I didn't mean to.

||Well you didn't mean to all on your own.||

Anxiously Wade stands up only to uselessly start to fret over Peter who's holding his side. "I'm so sorry."

||I'm gone for barely an hour and you mess everything up. Can't believe it. No, actually, I can.||

I didn't mean to.

"No, no, it's fine." Smiling Peter tries to reassure him but all Wade can see is the slight trace of pain left on is face.

"I'm so sorry. Sorry." Stopping his useless hand flailing Wade starts to pat down his pockets in search of a knife. He just wants to cut his hands off.

||I thought you were concerned about Peter's security deposit.||

Freezing he lets his hands flop down uselessly to his sides, standing still Wade stares at the floor with empty eyes. But I hurt him. "I'm sorry."

Felling hands encircle his wrists and lift them Wade lets his eyes flicker up only to meet Peter's concerned ones. Immediately he looks away. "I'm so sorry."

Hands squeezing Wade's wrist Peter tries to catch his gaze. "Please stop apologizing. It's not something you did. I got injured earlier today, um, working."

Frowning in concern Wade looks up."You did? How?"

Still holding Wade's wrists Peter hesitates for a second. "I was... taking pictures of Spider-man and I..." Letting go of Wade Peter rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "And I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings."

He got injured taking pictures of Spidey.

[Spidey?]
||Oh, you're back now.||
[I was gone?]

Ignoring the boxes Wade worriedly looks at Peter. "Didn't Spidey try and help you?"

Still holding the back of his neck Peter gives Wade a tight lipped smile. "He was busy saving a kid from getting hit by a car."

So who saves Peter when Spidey is busy?

||No one. That's why he's injured.||
[Spidey is injured?]

I can't just let him get hurt.

||Not like there's anything you can do.||

Frowning at White's words Wade starts to get an idea. Maybe...

"Wade?"

"Huh?" Focusing back his attention on Peter, Wade quickly looks him up and down. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'll be fine. I'm just a bit sore. Promise."

Inspecting Peter's face closely he can't detect any leftover traces of pain.

Letting out a deep breath, Wade looks away. "I should probably leave."

Frowning Peter steps closer placing one of his hands on Wade's upper arm. "What? No you shou-uaahlhw." But an impossible wide yawn interrupts him.

Smiling Wade removes Peter's hand holding it in his own. "You need to sleep."

Letting go of it Wade rummages around his pockets pulling his mask out.

Pulling it on halfway Wade gives Peter a crooked smile. "Bye, angel boy."

Turning he's just about to leave when Peter pops up in front of him to suddenly hug him. "Bye, Wade."

Standing stock-still to try and not hurt Peter again Wade tries to gently remove the arms from around him but they won't budge. In fact the arms tighten around him with surprising strength.

Giving in Wade hugs back, burying his face in Peter's hair. It smells like apples.

Feeling Peter start to draw back Wade quickly lets go.

Looking down at Peter's smiling face Wade can feel a blush rise to his face.

Stepping back Peter fully lets go of him. "Don't be a stranger, Wade."

"Sure." Still blushing Wade pulls down his mask the rest of the way before hurrying over to the door.

Ganymede was said to be a Trojan youth who was so beautiful that he was carried off by Zeus to be the cupbearer for the Olympic gods.

*snickers*"Cupbearer". Oh, the old Greeks and their metaphors... similes? Analogies? Whatever.

Yellow's voice kinda flatlined in the middle. Sorry if it was annoying. But he ain't very eloquent even less so than Wade.