It seemed like no time at all until the popcorn was finished, and the last strums of music sounded out the end of their second movie. Wade was thoroughly relaxed. The films were good, the popcorn was nice, Peter was touching him. How could soft fingers rubbing his abs or a smooth cheek nuzzling his neck not relax him? It did turn him on a little, but Wade wasn't letting that be obvious. A boner might ruin the atmosphere.

Or make it better! Put his hand on your thigh and see what he starts rubbing then.

No, you creeps.

I didn't say anything.

But you don't disagree with him.

Peter looked up as the credits rolled, and Wade placed a little kiss on his neck. A nice controlled gesture of affection. Until Peter let out a moaning breath and squirmed closer. Damn self-control, Wade pulled Peter's leg to rest across his and kissed him deeply. Peter's grip tightened on his hip, he couldn't help flinching. It wasn't that he was hurt, not by Peter, but it was a stronger grip than he expected. Peter really was stronger than he looked.

Petey Pie then flinched, separating their lips and moving to the other end of the couch. He also started apologising. Wade didn't need the physical contact to know he was tense, but he didn't understand why.

You flinched. And he doesn't know about the mutant thing, so thinks he hurt you.

"I know I flinched. But-"

"No buts, I'm sorry. I'm better at controlling myself usually, never really lost in the moment like that. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"But you didn't. It was a surprised flinch, not a pained flinch. It takes a lot to hurt me," Wade chuckled. "And any hurts would heal, believe me on that. I heal quick."

But even that didn't seem to comfort Peter. He stayed on the other side of the couch with his eyes cast down. His pretty doe eyes weren't looking up at him anymore.

Fix this!

How?!

Tell him about the healing thing!

Tell him everything so he understands he won't hurt you!

What?

Tell him!

Tell him!

"I used to have cancer!"

Peter looked up in shock, wide-eyed and concerned. He came close to take Wade's hand, the unpleasant memory of Vanessa doing the same thing when they found out coming to mind. So he talked over it, about finding out he had cancer a few years into his mercenary gig and signing up to experimental treatment. Which meant round the clock torture after injecting Wolverine serum into him. And eventually, he was pushed far enough that he started healing from cancer, which was super cancer and tore him apart. That's what the scaring was.

"Now I can heal from anything. Shoot myself in the head, I wake up. Cut off my hand, it grows back. So you can't hurt me. Squeeze my hip all you like, bite my neck, do minimal prep before you fuck me. I heal."

Wade scooted Peter up and over his legs, making the younger man straddle him with his confused look. "It's a lot to take in, I know it is. But do you think you might be okay with it someday?"

Peter smiled, "Yeah. The concept of healing from anything is amazing, and I'm curious but don't want to see you hurt, which is an annoying paradox. I have a similar thing, mutant wise. But give me some time to work on my phrasing so I don't start with something as bad as 'I used to have cancer'."

Wade laughed, "Okay, tell me when you're ready. I just wanted you to keep touching me."

"That brings me back, you want me to top you, huh?"

"I said you could. But also, kinda yeah."

Please fuck us.

Way to sound desperate.

I am for sex with Peter. Really desperate.

"Okay, I can do that. We can be a switch couple, very modern." Peter grinned.

"You saying you want me to fuck you?"

"Now or in general?"

"Both?" Wade guessed.

"Oh, then yeah."

Wade gaped, which became a surprised groan when Peter rolled his hips on his crotch. Peter asked if that was something Wade wanted to do with their evening too. But he didn't think Pete wanted to rush into the sex.

"The week is almost finished, you should take me out for a test ride before you decide to keep me. Cos sleep with someone else when we're together and we'll test how many times you can regrow your dick."

Wade laughed, asking if Peter wanted to take the last test before they screwed. He had to see what Wade was like under the mask and still want to kiss him. The boy just raised an eyebrow, so Wade took the challenge and stripped the mask the rest of the way off. And Peter looked shocked. He blushed, drawing his fingers along Wade's cheekbones and behind his head to pull them into a deep kiss.

"How about I carry you to the bedroom and we do something dirtier than look for adult jokes in Disney films?"

Peter giggled, nuzzling under Wade's ear and kissing his neck. Wade wrapped his legs around his waist and carried him like a bag, which he almost dropped as Peter bit his neck. The cheeky move spurned Wade to smack across Peter's ass before he could consider the movement, but Peter's moan next to his ear stopped his thoughts before he felt guilty.

Thank God rough is okay.

We love rough.

Wade settled Peter down on the bed, both of them stripping quickly. Peter mouthed downed Wade's chest while he rid them both of trousers. Then he had to find the bottle of lube, making Peter squirm at seeing it trickle over his fingers.

"How long has it been, since you've done this?"

Peter blushed, cheeks as pretty pink as his kiss-swollen lips, "I'm not sure, a long time. So just be gentle, okay? At least at first."

We can do that.

Anything for Petey!

It had been a long time since Wade had had to do this. Would have been with Vanessa, and that was so many years ago it was disturbing. But stretching a guy with your lubed-up fingers was like riding a bike, Wade hadn't forgotten the muscle memory. He was patient, focused on reading the cues for when he was allowed to speed up a little or when Peter was ready for another finger. But the noises Pete made were doing serious damage to his control, he hardly noticed when he started humping his leg to get some relief.

"I'm ready," he panted. "Please, I want you inside me."

"Oh, no need to beg me, baby. I'll give you anything you want," Wade groaned.

Once he started spreading the lube on his hard-on, it was almost impossible to stop. If Peter's squirming and breathy moans hadn't reminded him he was in for so much better than a night with his hand, he might not have had the strength of will. Which seemed a common theme as his hips stuttered on the slide in, desperate to go all out but knowing he needed to let Peter adjust.

After a moment, he felt Peter's hips rotate. Having his baby boy riding his cock would be a damn treat if those moves were anything to go by, so Wade slowly moved out to evenly move back in. It was a steady pace for a while, until nails scratched along his back to bury themselves in his ass cheeks. And suddenly Wade couldn't move his hips anymore.

"You gonna give me whatever I want?" Peter teased, voice deep instead of breathy.

"Yes, anything."

"Then go harder, faster, I want my throat sore from how much I'm screaming your name, Wade. Think you can handle that?"

"I love the bossy. Never give me control again," Wade was panting, panting like he was Peter's dog.

Oh, you're his bitch.

Yes, let's be his bitch. It's so sexy.

The nails dragged up his back, freeing his hips to really start moving. He gave Peter everything he had, as hard and fast as he wanted it, and hearing Peter scream his name in ecstasy was all the encouragement he needed. If he was going to be Peter's bitch, he was going to be the best bitch he'd ever have. Peter wouldn't leave him after this week, not if his screaming was anything to go by.

Never let him leave. Beg him not to.

Don't beg, lock him up. Then he has to stay.

"Has to stay, not the week, forever. Lock him up, keep him with me."

"Oh no, Wade. I'm gonna lock you up." Peter growled.

One second Wade was trying to keep up his brutal pace, the next he had been flipped onto his back and got the sweet experience of feeling those hips move. He would have helped Peter lift his hips, but his arms were trapped in a surprisingly strong grip.

"I'm the one holding you down, you're tied to me now." He dropped his hips but didn't raise them, stopping all the fun. "Say it."

"Fuck, I'm yours, baby boy. You got me, lock me the fuck up, just don't stop."

Peter smirked, letting Wade have everything he could, allowing him to thrust into Peter's rhythm and make it even better. It took next to no time for Wade to lose it and blow inside him. No time for a warning, or to ask if coming inside Peter was okay. But he didn't seem mad, he seemed turned on. So much so, that he circled his hips a few more times and he was finishing all over Wade's stomach and chest.

"Now you're on the bottom, look who's messy now?"

"Oh, I'll take messy. You just focus on staying sexy as fuck."

Peter chuckled, licking up the mess he made of Wade, "like that?"

"Marry me."

Baby boy cuddled up next to Wade, the distance still not present as he settled down to sleep. The foolish hope settled in Wade's heart, he didn't want Peter to leave. He didn't want to share the wildly sexy guy with anyone else. Everything was perfect, he didn't want it to end.

But it will. Why would he stay with you?

You're ugly, violent-

Stupid, sometimes mean-

Not as funny as you think you are.

I get it guys. Pick up the list tomorrow. If I don't sleep, he won't be as happy.

Fine.

Fine. You are so lucky we love Peter.

Yeah, me too.