Waking up, Wade felt warm. He was usually warm, his crazy healing factor gave him a superhuman fast metabolism. Not to mention, muscle is a pretty good insulator. So whenever he woke up, he was warm. But this time, it was really warm. He didn't open his eyes, remaining settled as he tried to catalogue the things around him. The bed was dipped more than before, and something was wrapped around his body. Heavier than the blanket. So he reached around to gently feel with his gloved fingers, one arm trapped beneath the weight also, but he didn't think he was touching anything strange. He focused on his body again, trying to understand. And then he felt it, a soft touch brushing his hipbone.

Alert, Wade's eyes snapped open. Following the sensation, he saw olive-skinned fingers brushing soft circles on his side, curled over to hold his hip in place. The hand was linked to an arm around his waist, and a boy curled into his side. The weight holding down his arm had been Peter, whose head was settled on Wade's shoulder. A leg was entwined with Wade's like he was Peter's human body pillow. The peaceful expression on his sweet face made the merc's heart stutter. But he hadn't been touched in so long, never by a slumbering angel, so the contact almost burnt. A quick shuffle to pull his hoodie back down and move Peter's hand made him feel much more comfortable.

Nooo! He was touching us!

"He didn't know he was doing it."

"Doing what?"

His sleep-roughened voice rumbled as he lifted his arm to rub his eyes. Doe brown eyes peaked up chuckling at the mask while replacing his hand on Wade's hip. He grumbled, pulling the fabric back up to lay his hand on his bare hip. Willingly touching his scarred flesh. Wade didn't know what to say, all he could do was stare at the hand as Pete's thumb brushed the V-cut of his abs.

"You don't mind, right?" Peter blushed, squirming closer. "I know you can be self-conscious about it."

That comment made Wade tense. So Peter removed his hand and replaced his hoodie. But then he stretched, his own t-shirt riding up and flashing the smooth skin of his stomach. There was even a little bundle of abs, not defined like his own, but surprising given his slender frame. but regardless he looked delicious. He heard a chuckle and firm fingers pressing up against his jaw, closing his gaping mouth. Peter looked a little smug, but mostly flattered.

"How about those pancakes you promised?" He smirked.

Still won't be as delicious as he looks right now.

He looks amazing. Lift his shirt up, let's kiss all over that tasty-looking body.

"Not right now guys," Wade frowned, making his baby boy's eyebrows furrow. "I mean, not right now. I'm too lazy."

The merc lounged back, pillowing his arms behind his head. Peter giggled, the sweetest noise Wade had heard in his life. Peter pouted, threatening that if Wade didn't make them like he promised, then he'd be forcing Pete to make them himself and he wouldn't share with lazy Wade. Then Wade pouted.

"Fine, since threatening someone twice my size isn't working, let's shift to bribery," Peter smirked. "If you agree to make pancakes, then I'll give you a good morning kiss. Not like I haven't seen your lips before, but I'm sure they're nicer when you're not shovelling food down your gullet."

Wade chuckled, "Seeing and touching are two different things. So, I'm calling bullshit on that baby boy."

Peter's smile deepened. He moved closer, lifting his leg over Wade, pulling himself stand with his hands on Wade's shoulders, straddling his thighs. The man was so stunned he couldn't even stop his cheeky minx from rolling the bottom of his mask up, tensing slightly only when it lifted over his nose. He looked into Peter's eyes, while Pete looked at the eyespots in his mask. Gentle fingers caressed his jaw before soft pink lips pressed to his. It was short and sweet, but Wade wanted to grab his hips and grind into him. It had been way too long.

"Go make pancakes," Peter breathed, licking and biting Wade's bottom lip. "Because you promised."

Petey Pie pulled the mask back into place and rose from his seat on Wade's lap. He sauntered towards the bathroom, demanding his pancakes ready for when he got out of the shower, or Wade would get no more good morning kisses. But it took a couple of moments from Wade's brain to catch up after the door closed, even the boxes silent for a time. Then when he did finally sat up, he needed to adjust the boner in his sweatpants before he could walk right.

Fuck this up, and I'll shout so much shit your head explodes.

I'm not one for dramatics, but I'm agreeing with Yellow. That boy is staying, you hear us.

Wade couldn't even respond aloud, just nodding on his path to the kitchen. Now he really needed to make pancakes, distract himself so he didn't storm into the bathroom and bend Peter over a counter or fuck him against the shower wall. And Peter didn't want that, he wanted to wait and make this work before jumping into bed together.

Not likely. Don't forget the rest of your body is messed up too.

"Like I could forget."

"Do you talk to yourself often?"

Wade refused to jump, not wanting to let Peter know he'd snuck upon him. He had better awareness of his surrounding than this usually. He turned around with a plate stacked overly high with pancakes in both hands, cooking had become a serious distraction and he'd made too many. He assured Peter should only eat as many as he could handle, he wasn't expected to eat a mountain. Peter laughed and settled down. But remembered he wasn't free all day. He asked if Peter needed to do anything today, because he would prefer the apartment to himself after work, to destress. Peter started chewing slower, and Wade almost changed what he was saying when Peter looked sad.

"I didn't but I can find something to do, like lookup research to get ahead for college at the library. Or maybe MJ," Peter pushed some pancake around on his plate. "This isn't cos I did something wrong, is it? Cos the kiss was great and I thought you liked it, but I'm sorry if I was being-"

"Petey Pie, stop," Wade frowned, taking his lover's hand. "This is about me being stressed and messy after work. It's too early in our time together to deal with that."

Liar.

Cos you'll get home covered in blood and god knows what, and he'll scream if he sees that.

"Who's MJ?" Wade smiled, trying his best to ignore the stupid voices.

"She's my roommate. Actually, she helped me sign up for the Hooked On You thing. She was the only person I've stayed in contact with. And we support each other, no matter what."

Sounds like Nessa.

Except we've had sex with Nessa. Think he's screwed her?

Maybe they still have sex. Friends with benefits. No way he's staying with you, even if the girl is ugly.

"I know that look, everyone has the same one," Peter laughed. "I'm gay, not bi. MJ is just a friend, near enough the only family I have left."

"I have someone like that. I mean, she's my ex, but we aren't like that anymore. In fact, she's engaged and has a kid now. So I'm uncle Wade. Then there's Weasel, and he's a mean friend but still has my back."

"We could have a dinner party or something, an excuse to get our friends together to meet each other. It's gotta happen at some point, especially if we want this to last."

Wade agreed but excused himself to get ready for his job. He couldn't believe he'd forgotten Peter was coming and agreed to do a job. He was leaving Pete alone on the second day of their week together. He was still scolding himself for it after walking back into the living room, fully suited. There was a wolf whistle from the kitchen, but Peter was cleaning Wade's pan when he walked in. The whole kitchen looked cleaner.

"Damn, you cook and clean. Might have to keep you around."

"You'd be so lucky," Pete chuckled. "I'd make an amazing housewife. I cook, I clean, I give great head. I'm perfect."

Damn straight he is!

Wade strode into the room, removing thought before he could convince himself to stay away and rolling his mask passed his lips. He pressed another kiss to Peter's lips, as soft as their first kiss. But Peter opened his lips a little and it almost deepened. But Wade moved back and put his mask back in place.

"See you later honey, gotta go earn the bacon. Take care of the kids," Wade called, skipping out the kitchen before Peter could say a word and running off the do this stupid job.