"Reed, hello!" Tony greeted as he gave his friend a handshake. "Have you met Peter?" He asked as he switched the drink he was holding to his other hand so he could grab the brunette shoulder and gently lead him to stand in front of Reed Richards.
"Not yet. Good to meet you Peterrrrr...?" Reed said, signaling the part feline to give his last name.
"Just Peter." The brunette clarified, returning the handshake with a tired arm. He never thought that going to a party would involve so much hand shaking.
"He's the one Bruce sent you scans of." Tony reminded, just a little bit tipsy.
"I guessed from the ears," Richard said, pointing to the ears atop the brunette's head.
"Ya, kind of obvious, isn't it?" Tony said, not giving Peter a chance to speak. "Hey, you should see this kid with a textbook. He's gotten to grade nine science already."
"10."
"10 Science already! He practically finished high school in two months."
"Sir." Interrupted J.A.R.V.I.S's voice from Tony's watch. "There is someone trying to enter the party that has no invitation."
"Ya, what's new?" Tony asked, knowing that his parties were quite popular and people often tried to sneak into them.
"They wish to speak with you." Tony groaned quietly to himself.
"Fine, I'll be down there soon."
"Please hurry sir; they are threatening security."
"Alright, I'll be right back you guys." And with that the billionaire left, leaving a humored Richards and a slightly awkward Peter to chit chat.
"So," Reed started, honestly curious about the cat boy his fellow's superhero scientists were raving about. "You're into science. That's a pretty broad statement, is there anything in particular you're interested in?" The conversation flowed rather well from there. They connected instantly through their interest, though Peter soon learned that Reed Richards wasn't much for jokes.
Eventually Tony returned and practically dragged the part feline away.
"And if you can't remember the address just look up the Baxter building and you should find it online. I would love to-"
"Heeey, Peter! Come with me, buddy." Tony said, suddenly looping an arm around the brunette's shoulder and began leading him away.
"What? But Reed-"
"Sorry Reed, Peters done with the party." Tony apologize over his shoulder.
"He is?"
"I am, why?" Peter asked but did little to fight his superior.
"You'll see," Tony said with a mischievous smile. He led the part feline to the elevator and called it to them. When the shiny metal doors opened, Tony walked Peter in, pressed a button, and then let the door close without him. "Have fun, use protection!" Tony practically shouted as Peter was, in a way, kicked out of the party.
Peter stood in the elevator, a little dejected at being shoved out the door but he quickly noticed that the button Tony had pressed was not the ground floor. The billionaire was sending him somewhere specific, though Peter was not familiar enough with the tower yet to know which floor held what, so he was unsure of his fate.
Just as he was hoping that this wasn't some odd prank by the tipsy Stark, the elevator doors opened with a ding. Peter walked out cautiously, senses on high alert until he spotted a familiar black and red costume.
"Wade!?" Peter called, a bit unsure as the lights were off so only the moonlight and city below lit the room. To the brunette's elated surprise, Deadpool did turn around, a wide smile on his face.
"Petey!" Wade greeted as the part feline ran to him and, without thinking, Peter jumped at the mercenary, fully trusting that he would be caught and held. Wade did just that, finally getting over the 'you can't cuddle me anymore' faze. He placed his hands on Peters' buttocks, purly to hold the brunette up, and buried his face in brown locks.
It was honestly a bit hard for the part feline to wrap himself around the mercenary while in a form-fitting suit but he forced himself to do it anyway.
"I missed you SO much."
"God I missed you too," Wade admitted. Their hug faded from an excited embrace to a romantic one. Wade let out a fully at peace sigh while Peter felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders now knowing that his beloved friend was safe. It had been a month since they saw each other, a month since they got to touch one another, they were not ready to let go yet.
It was Wade who finally initiated something, but instead of trying to put the part feline back on the ground, he kissed the brunette's head. Peter smile grew and he began to purr softly. The purring enticed the mercenary to continue, leading to a kiss on the temple. Then a kiss on the cheek, the jaw, the chin, and Peter was able to get out a small whine of pleasure before Wade was on his lips. The part feline shuttered at the contact, his breath feeling like it had been stolen away by his beloved friend.
The two pulled apart for some air, and before they could go in for another round, the mercenaries stomach interrupted with a growl that sounded extremely loud in the quiet room. Both men busted into laughter as Wade placed the part feline back on the ground.
"Guess I need food."
"And a shower," Peter said, jokingly waving his hand in front of his nose.
"But I don't liiiike them." Wade teased which got a humored eye role from the brunette. "Tinman said the bedrooms all have a bathroom, so I'll just take a quick wash. You mind getting us some grub?" Wade asked, pointing a thumb behind himself like he knew where the bedrooms where.
Peter agreed, hoping he could sneak back into the party and swipe a couple of plate-fulls of food. They went their separate ways for the moment, the separation feeling less heartbreaking and more filled with anticipation for the impending time spent together.
Peter was able to return to the party and, almost like he was in a daze, drifted over to the table filled with various finger foods and snacks for the partygoers to munch on. It wasn't simple bowls of chips though. Tony Stark, being the show off that he was, had an arrangement of various meats, vegetables, cheeses, and much else prepared in various fashions. They all smelt kind of odd to the part feline but never the less he grabbed two plates and filled them with as much as he could, knowing his beloved friend's appetite.
"Someone's hungry," Tony commented, having caught Peter in the middle of trying to arrange his food in such a way that he could stack it safely. Peters' head shot up like a deer in headlights, his ears pointing to alert before flopping down in concern. Maybe he shouldn't be taking so much.
"Sorry. I can put some back." Peter offered, hoping the billionaire would still let him take at least some of the food.
"No, go for it," Tony said with a wave of his hand. "Most people here are trying to be polite and look good, so they'll only take one or two things. Which means we always have leftovers that go to the staff or whatever charity could use them at 2 a.m. when the party ends." He rambled a tad, still a bit tipsy.
"Cool, thanks." Peter accepted as he grabbed the two plates, deciding not to pressed his luck and abandoned his thoughts of any more food.
"Oh, and the floor you guys are on is one of the guest floors so feel free to stay overnight, just remember to lock the door."
"Will do, thanks!" Was Peter's parting words, simply far too excited to get back to his beloved friend. Carefully, as to not lose any of the food he had absconded with, the part feline road the elevator back to the guest floor. With some help from J.A.R.V.I.S, the brunette found himself in a large bedroom with a bed double the size of the one at home. Just as Peter walked over to inspect it, Wade emerged from the bathroom just a few feet away. The part feline turned with a greeting on his lips, but his voice caught in his throat when he noticed the fact that the mercenary was only waring underwear, the rest of his torn and stained suit having been left on the bathroom floor.
"Petey," Wade said with a similar, calm smile as before, not noticing the pink coming to the part felines cheeks as the lights were still off. "I see your trip was a success," Wade noted as he approached the brunette, knowing that there's something on the plates, but he couldn't really tell what they were. Didn't matter though, Deadpool would eat whatever.
"Y-ya, I just got a bit of everything." Peter tried not to stammer, let alone stare. Wade hadn't been comfortable walking around in such a state of undress after his cat had changed into a human, so it had been a while. It didn't help that Peter might get a chance to press up against that toned chest.
"Sounds good to me," Wade said, taking one of the plates from the brunette than gave Peter a light peck on the forehead.
Wade was kissing him a lot tonight, Peter liked this.
Wade practically flopped onto the bed, deciding to lie on his side with one hand holding up his head while the other reached out to grab bits of food from the plate he'd put down beside him.
"Come hear kitten," Wade said as he patted the empty half of the bed in front of him. Peter happily obliged, placing his plate with Wade's and laying down horizontally across the top of the bed on his stomach. Wade almost immediately begin to ramble on and on about what he had been doing the past few weeks, about how stupid his enemies were and how awesome he was. Peter did jump in occasionally, but his life had not been as eventful as the mercenaries.
Eventually though, after the snacks had run out, Wade moved the plates to the side table and motioned for the part feline to get closer. Initially Peter misunderstood and simply slid forward a bit, so their faces were a bit closer. The mercenary scoffed, fascinated by how mature Peter could be at times yet innocent at others.
Never the less he took the opportunity to lean forward and, just to tease the part feline, licked the brunette's lips like a cat would. Peter was obviously taken off guard but by the way his tail lifted and wiggled happily, Wade knew he made the brunette happy.
The mercenary then slowly reached out and grabbed Peter's belt and tugged on it.
"Come hear, I wanna hold you." He instructed in a low tone caused by sleepiness. The pet feline hesitated, letting the shiver run down his spine before approaching. Being that he was a bit embarrassed by Wade's lack of clothing, Peter kept a good few inches between them. That didn't last long however as his beloved friend wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled them clothed chest to bare chest.
It would have been a sweet moment if not for the pain that shot down Peter's leg, causing him to wince. Wade quickly let go, panicking for a moment at the brunette's pain.
"I'm sorry." The mercenary apologized, though was not sure what had happened and if he was to blame.
"It's okay; you just grabbed a bruise," Peter explained, taking a slow breath as the throbbing pain in his hip faded. Wade frowned down at the part feline as he carefully pinched the end of Peter's shirt and lifted it to look at the wounded aria. Even in the dark the mercenary could see a large brown and purple splotch.
Peter watched Wade's expression fall to one of guilt as he gazed down at the mark.
"I should have been there, to protect him." Wade thought to himself despite knowing that Peter wouldn't want that. The brunette was becoming so indipendant so having someone hovering over him was not something he wanted.
"I'm fine Wade, don't worry about it," Peter assured, practically reading his best friends mind.
"I just don't like seeing my baby boy hurt." Wade admitted casually, looking up into the part felines eyes to find them blown wide in shock. "Uh…"
"You called me your baby boy." Peter pointed out, though the mercenary didn't see the significance.
"Ya?" Wade's perplexed reaction seemed to snap Peter out of his shock stage and into a happy aura.
"It's just… been so long since you called me that." He said as he looked down before cuddling up to his beloved's chest, too in bliss at the returning nickname to be embarrassed about pressing up against the bare skin.
Wade had never realized that Peter was so attached to the nickname, but the mercenary made a mental note to start calling him baby boy more often, especially once he started feeling joyful tears hit his chest.
I really like this chapter. I don't know, just some of the parts I really like,
'Come hear kitten'
And
'I want to hold you'
And before anyone freaks out, no they do not have sex hear, that come later.