Wade stared at the part feline who was facing the sink, back turned to him. The mercenary had cooked that evening, so it was Peter's task to do the cleaning, something that the brunette was happy to do. His beloved friend was not waiting on him like a servant; they were partners.

Peter hummed joyfully to himself, though it was barely heard over the running water and clatter of dishes. The part feline was unaware of Wade watching him intently, studying his lean body as it swayed to the music in Peter's head. The mercenary was focusing on how not like a cat Peter looked at the moment.

The part feline sometimes tucked his tail inside his clothing to help keep his now hairless body warm. It was down his pant leg today but made close to no bump in the cloth as the brunette still had to wear the mercenary's old clothing which was too big for him. Peter also wore a hat today simply because he was experimenting with different clothing, having already mastered a basic belt.

The point is, with his ears and tail hidden under clothing, Peter looked like a handsome, human, young man with no attachment to cats, which was exactly what Wade needed.

Without calling attention to himself, the mercenary stood from his seat at the small dining room table and approached the brunette. As he walked closer, he focused on the back of Peter's neck and shoved any connection between Peter his cat and Peter the man before him out of his head.

The part feline nearly dropped the fork he was holding when he felt a rough pair of lips press against that back of his neck. His ears perked up under his hat, which caused it to loosen its grip, and his body tensed.

"Wade?"

"Do you want me to stop?" Was the mercenary's reply, lifting his lips from the brunette's neck just enough so he could speak but still close enough for his lips to brush against Peter's skin.

"No." Was Peters immediate response. In retrospect, he should have asked Wade to back off seeing as the mercenary had not given him anything close to an answer, but he couldn't help it. He had wanted this so bad for so long.

Wade chuckled lightly at how desperate that one word sounded coming out of Peter's trembling lips before leaning down for another kiss.

Peter was soaking the moment in because he was finally receiving affection and not just friendly affection like petting. This was romantic affection, almost sexual even. But why was he receiving it so suddenly?

Wade had started off with little pecks but they were evolving into deeper, slower motions. As he gently grabbed the part felines hips, he began taking a moment to suck a little with each kiss, his teeth occasionally grazing the skin.

Peter let out a sigh that faded in and out of a moan for a moment as he let the fork he was holding slip back into the dishwater.

"W-wade, I'm wet," Peter said, referring to the damp front of his shirt and his soaked hands, worried that being touched by something cold and wet may turn the mercenary off.

"That was quick. Am I just that good?" Wade asked with a chuckle to show that wet skin wasn't going to damper his intentions. Peter only responded with an awkward whimper which honestly was not what the mercenary was expecting. "What, no witty comeback?"

"Sorry." Peter apologized quickly. "I didn't know I was supposed to- I'm just not sure what to." He was so god damn nervous. He had never felt this shaken before, even when he had imagined Wade and himself in similar scenarios before. How can a few kisses shake him more than anything he had dreamed? It was that same with when they 'practiced kissing'. Wade was so calm about it, but Peter felt like his whole body had been thrown around. At least then he could act composed, unlike the mess he was now.

"What do you mean you're… have you done anything like this before?" Wade suddenly asked, his lower, more sensual tone being replaced with his normal one.

"N-no," Peter admitted, letting out a sad whimpered in his head when Wade backed off from him.

"So despite your pervy jokes and come-ons, you're actually a complete virgin," Wade said it like a question, but it was more of a statement to clarify it for himself. It made sense if he thought about it, but the fact that he was Peter's first kiss and would be his first on any future activities, he just did not know how to feel about it. Part of him thought it was funny, Peter talking big when he didn't fully understand what he was joking about. On the other hand, it kind of turned the mercenary on and even endeared him to the blushing man before him.

Wade was silent which worried Peter's now horny mind. He had finally been getting somewhere, and his naive innocence was ruining it. Peter turned off the running water and grabbed the towel to dry his hand.

"Are we stopping or...?" Peter asked, scared to turn around a receive rejection to his face.

"I don't know, that's up to you. Are you sure you want a shit face like me as your first?" Wade asked with open arms and a smile. It was both a joke and a serious question, knowing that he is sure as hell would not have wanted someone looking like himself to have been his first partner.

"You are not a shit face." Peter practically shouted as he whipped around, finding the courage to look the mercenary in the face when he needed to assure Wade. "And I couldn't ask for anyone better."

"Is that so?" Wade said after his usual moment of recoil. He still wasn't used to being complemented.

He then looped an arm around the part felines torso and pulled then together, bringing back Peter's nerves instantly. Unfortunately, the sudden yank, adding the ear perk and the sudden turning around, was enough to pull the part felines hat off of his head. Wade's eyes instantly focused on the newly revealed pointed ears, and his expression fell, the uncomfortable thought of sexing up his cat coming back to him. Peter quickly noticed his friends dip in interest but wasn't able to ask before the mercenary was saved by the bell. A phone ring that was, calling for someone to answer it.

"I should... go get that," Wade said, pointing a thumb in the direction of the phone before leaving to go pick it up. As Wade spoke on the phone, Peter continued to stand in the kitchen, wondering why his ears of all things turned Wade off instantly. Now that he didn't have a perfectly built body pressing up against him, Peter was able to think a little more critically and decided that he needed to ask Wade what had just gone on and why.

For now though, he decided to finish the dishes while the mercenary finished his phone call. Once all the dishes were clean, the brunette exited the kitchen to find Wade still on the phone, scribbling down something on an old taco wrapper.

"Alright, bye." Wade placed the phone back on its base, expression blank as his emotions were a bit mixed. Peter looked up at him with a curious stare, wanting to know the topic of the conversation but not sure if he should pray. "I got a job." Wade answer the non-verbal question, passing the part feline the paper he'd been writing down notes on.

"That's good," Peter said with only a little bit of enthusiasm. It had been a while since the last mission so their current financial situation wasn't vary good, though the part feline had been able to assist a bit with his visits to Dr. Banner. On the other hand, with his new less agile body, Peter would now definitely be left home alone. "Do you have a guess on how long you'll be gone?"

"Just over a month," Wade said as he walked to the closet where he kept all his weapons, having put them behind a locked door many months ago out of concern for his cat.

"Oh." Was all Peter said, not wanting to burden his beloved friend by telling him he didn't like being alone and that he would have trouble sleeping because he would be worrying over Wade.

Starting to get a bit into the touchy feely. There will be more soon, don't you worry.