"Thank you guys for coming, I hope you had a good time."
Peter was showing Vanessa and Sean to the door, waiting as long as possible before peeling little Nora off his leg and letting her cling to her mother. Ness started asking about babysitting tomorrow since Sean would be gone next week. But that it should be something he and Wade should discuss since it would be their second to last day together, or at least before their week was up. Peter assured them he was fine with it, but he would talk to Wade. Wade, who was sat on the sofa, sulking over being tricked into agreeing to that stupid bet without knowing what it was about.
You weren't tricked! You agreed before she told you what the bet was.
Yeah, moron. You should know better, she'd never make a bet she thought she'd lose with Xavier's place on the line.
"Shut up, you guys didn't stop me," Wade grumbled. "And are you saying she's going to win this bet, that Peter won't cringe away from my skin?"
No, but you're going to pussy out. Still a win for her.
Hey, at least if he does cringe, you can blame it on this bet. Less embarrassing for you.
Good idea. Blame it on the bet, then we get to grab the bombs.
"Stop it guys."
"Stop what, honey?" Peter's brows were furrowed, and he looked confused as he stood by the couch.
Wade shrugged, looking away and growling at the voices in his mind. Peter slumped down, cuddling into Wade's side while promising to carry the spiders to the window if he didn't want to. Wade chuckled, trying to relax into the situation, and asking if he was okay.
"Playing host is a little tiring. But hanging out with Nora was fun. Reminded me of times with Aunt May." His arms tightened on Wade's sides, and he nuzzled his neck.
Wade tightened his hold on his Petey Pie (Not yours!) and kissed the top of his head through his mask. It was the sort of sweet gesture he thought Peter might appreciate, but he turned and looked at Wade with a shy smile. He asked if Wade would roll up his mask and give him a real kiss since there wasn't a kid around now. And Wade knew this was his shot, or he was screwed.
"Would you mind doing something for me, even though it sounds strange?" He tensed, but Peter nodded and put a hand on his thigh. "I'm gonna go in the bedroom, can you come in when I call you? And just go with your gut, follow your instincts. Okay?"
Peter nodded, expression a mixture of amused and confused. Wade strode to the bedroom, trying to display confidence when his insides were quaking with nerves. But he closed to door, shedding his hoodie like it was burning him and wondering if the bet included his mask. He could handle airing the top half, but his face was a whole separate issue. The only way to actually follow through was to just lift it above his nose.
Nothing he hasn't seen before.
Didn't run from the jaw uglies, now he has the chest mess to scare him too.
"Peter," Wade called, losing his nerve already. "Remember, just be honest."
The door opened pretty quick, Peter looking excited and curious. He froze at the sight of Wade, making him stand taller and tense. Peter looked to Wade's face, frowning as he walked further into the room.
"Why treat me to the mountain of muscles if I'm missing out getting to finally see a whole facial expression? I wanna see what colour your eyes are."
Wade shook his head, taking a step away from Peter's approach. He stopped, hands up as he blushed. He'd assumed Wade was getting bare because Peter was allowed to touch.
"You want to touch me?" Wade shrieked.
Can't be, you're ugly!
Who looks at this blended shit skin and wants to touch it?
"Why wouldn't I? Did you miss the obvious flirting where I mentioned I like mounds of muscle and found the size of you really damn hot?" Peter smirked.
Before Wade could respond, Peter ran his fingertips up his arms, feeling his biceps and biting his lip. Wade shivered as he moved his hands again, over his pecs and along his abs. It had been way too long since he'd been touched, just the simple brush of fingers had him half hard. A smirk crossed the other man's face, as he peeled his shirt over his head, moving forward to press their chests together and wrap his arms around Wade's neck. The merc ran his fingers along Peter's flawless skin, enjoying the firm feeling. He might be slim, but it seemed to be all muscle.
"Were you worried I wouldn't want to touch you? That I'd run or something?" Peter chuckled, kissing along his jaw.
"Yeah, but I had to for this stupid bet," Wade felt Peter tense in his arms, and the kisses stopped. "She bet that if I stripped you wouldn't run like everyone else, you wouldn't be disgusted by me."
Peter peeled himself away from Wade, standing a good distance away with his arms wrapped around himself, "I'm sorry. I thought this was because you wanted me, not for a bet. I'm not disgusted, so I guess she won."
"Are you mad at me," Wade grimaced.
"No, of course not." Peter smiled, holding Wade's hand from a distance. "I just hoped moments like this would happen because you wanted me, not you were bet to."
Wade spluttered, desperate to clear up the misunderstanding so quick he didn't make any sense. Eventually, he pieced a sentence together to explain that he did want Peter, he was just insecure and Nessa had egged him on into confronting his fears. He was only supposed to strip off the top half, the touching was all because he wanted Peter. He wanted his hands all over his baby boy, and to feel his touch right back.
Peter blushed, moving back forward to question why the mask was on if she said top half. But Wade shot him down again. He could tolerate Pete's touch burning his skin, but he wasn't ready to have Peter see the vulnerability in his eyes. He could keep emotions out of his voice, but the fear of rejection would be clear in his eyes. And that was usually a bit of a mood killer. So Wade rested his hands on Peter's hips and offered to make it up to him.
"Mask stays, pants go?" Peter smirked, fingers dipping under his partner's waistband.
Wade tensed again, "doesn't get any prettier, Petey Pie."
Peter rolled his eyes, "dicks are never that pretty, Wade. And I'm not bothered by how it looks when I can't see it. I don't have eyes in the back of my throat."
Wade almost choked on his snort. Peter giggles, delving under the back of Wade's sweatpants and running his fingers across his ass. Wade groaned, pressing his half-hard crotch against Peter's stomach. He felt something equally hard against his thigh. That blowjob was looking really good right now.
"Thinking of my mouth, aren't you? How wet and warm it's gonna feel when I swallow your cock down to the back of my throat?"
"Sweet Jesus on a pogo stick, now I see why guys pay for the words. And sorry if that was something shitty to bring up, but fuck you're hot."
Peter chuckled, wrapping his hand around Wade's treasure, and rubbing the sensitive foreskin so the man groaned, seemingly not bothered but the way it felt, "That's because I'm so filthy. But I wanna be a good boy for you. Get on my knees and take every inch. Is that what you want, big guy?"
"You feel those scars and seriously don't mind?"
"I hate to objectify you Wade, but seriously? Your mind and mouth are dirtier than mine, and you haven't realised your dick is naturally ribbed?"
A groan escapes Wade as he gaped.
Touch him back, you selfish ass!
You're really so stupid that you're going to leave a literal fucking angel unsatisfied?
Wade didn't trust himself to respond. In a state like this, he'd end up shouting at Peter to shut up, and that was definitely not what he wanted. So he backed them up to the bed, laying between Peter's legs and whipping them both out. Peter's eyes glazed as they both laid down, watching one of Wade's huge hands circle both their shafts and stroking them together. Peter's hips bucked and it just made it feel better.
"You have one thing right baby boy, my mouth is dirtier than yours. And there's nothing I'd like more than to fuck your brains out, but I remember a less horny you wanting to go slow so this all works out. So I'm gonna rub our dicks together until we come. And you're on bottom baby, so my love juice is going all over you."
Peter was caught between giggling and groaning, "never call it that, but please fucking cum on me."
I'm in love with him! He's so hot and so sexy and wants us to cum on him.
I hate it when I'm agreeing with Yellow, but I think this is love, dude.
Wade refused to listen, spitting on the hand jerking between their bodies and making his angel moan louder. Wade could live for that sound, he would move mountains, slaughter anyone for Peter to keeping making those noises and squirming under him like that. Peter reached for Wade, dragging him in for a kiss. He loved his taste, the feel of lush pink lips on his fucked up scarred ones. Stop bring up insecurities, you'll lose the rhythm.
"Please don't stop, please. This feels so good, it's been so long. Please!"
"Oh, never you worry baby boy, you wouldn't believe my stamina. I won't stop, I'll take the best care of you." Wade leaned down, nibbling and licking Pete's ear. "Reward you for being a good boy for me."
Peter choked on his moan, squirting over Wade's hand, his cum becoming a lube that made Wade's mind blank. His dirty angel drew him in closer, whispering so many dirty things and begging for Wade to cum on him, claim him so he was only Wade's.
"Mine. Say it again, say your mine."
"I'm yours. Your good boy, your dirty slut, anything you want. Just give me that cum and I'm all yours."
And how could Wade resist an offer like that? After months of blue balls, not even touching himself, he wasn't surprised he almost covered Peter's torso. He was panting, trying to relax and calm his breathing. Which wasn't helped when Peter caught some up in his fingers and licked them. It was maybe just the sexiest thing, which was not what Wade was hoping for right now.
"Too dirty?" Peter blushed.
"No, too sexy. I'm not looking for another hard-on, it's bedtime."
"And we'll need the energy," Peter laughed, Wade raising an eyebrow. "Because we have babysitting tomorrow."
They both broke out in laughter, Wade reaching for his t-shirt to wipe Peter down. He just unceremoniously dumped it on his bedroom floor when Peter pulled him down. He'd assumed they at least put on pants before sleeping, but Peter seemed too blissed out to move and Wade didn't want to disturb him. So he cuddled in behind him, wrapping him up tight and kissing the back of his head.
Lose him, and we'll make you wish you were dead.
You usually do.
But we'll do it properly, and you'll go looking for some mutation reversing drug to kill your ass.
Wade smiled, ignoring them entirely as Peter began to snore. He'd never listened to the sound before, but it was so adorable. Even the voices insulting and threatening and calling him creepy for watching Peter sleep weren't enough to sour his mood. He'd just cum on this sweet thing's stomach and was now cuddled up with him. Even the rare times he could pay a hooker enough to screw him, they ran as fast as possible. He'd missed just cuddling up like that. He couldn't remember a time after Weapon X someone got so close. Even Nessa left a gap.
Lose him = Dead!
Yeah, I get it. Shut up so I can sleep. Have babysitting tomorrow.
Yes, loser.
Haha, I forgot you were a dumbass. Night night.