"Happy birthday!"
Everyone chorused, applause ringing as Nora blew out her birthday candles. She giggled, a ball of excitement charging for the Mulan entertainer, wanting to hold her sword and medal. Wade pulled Peter closer to his side, even though that's where the poor guy had been for the past week and a half. He'd let Peter out of his sight once since they met each other, and that resulted in Peter needing surgery. Now he was sticking to his baby boy like white on rice, and making sure he carried weapons with him. Nothing was hurting Peter again.
It took time to clean up the park after whatever-the-fuck fight happened when Peter got injured. And Wade wasn't ashamed to admit that he demanded it to be pristine before Peter went back there. He didn't want bitter memories for his sweetheart, especially on such a happy day. Which meant the party date was postponed from the weekend before her birthday to Wednesday, Nora's actual birthday. It meant they started later because a birthday party wasn't a good reason to skip school apparently, but she was given a fun way to spend her birthday.
"Heya, Petey. How're you doing?" MJ smiled.
Nessa had sent her and Harry a late invite after Peter got out of the hospital. They immediately responded that they'd be there, they even bought a gift for Nora. Which turned out almost as nice as Wade's. They got a limited edition General Shang and Mulan dolls, detailed and gorgeous. Still didn't beat Wade's trip to China with the family, including a trip along the wall of China, the real-life wall that Shan Yu climbed. She was determined to climb it as soon as she heard, but Ness had drawn the line at getting her a grappling hook. So just the boring walk it was.
"You gonna let him go long enough for a hug?" Harry chuckled.
Wade grumbled, but let Peter wiggle free and hug his friends. MJ warned him not to fake flinch so they didn't get killed, and he heard Peter laugh, knowing he had plans to do just that. Wade reminded him he wasn't so big as to not beat a woman, as much as he hated to admit it. He wasn't a sexist mercenary, women were fair game too. Peter hugged his friends before Wade could get further into explaining his messed-up morals.
"Listen, I never thanked you for your help the other week," Harry mumbled. "You got hurt cos my dad let shit loose. And if he wasn't a stubborn prideful ass, he'd apologise, but he sent me to say it."
"It's no problem, Harry."
Wade stepped in, "Woah! Big problem. You got hurt, remember? No more dangerous shit, especially without me to keep you safe."
Peter rolled his eyes, rubbing Wade's arm comfortingly. Before either could make a remark about Wade being overprotective, Vanessa and Sean came over to thank them for the China trip again, and thank Peter for staying with Wade despite all his crazy bullshit.
"By the way, Wade, love the look today," Nessa grinned.
Everyone looked back to Wade's outfit, the full Deadpool suit and glittery princess dress combo. Peter had said he liked the whole outfit, it was every side to Wade he loved. The cute and fun side to Wade shining like the glitter on his pretty purple dress from the fancy dress store. But the red and black leather peaking under the sleeves and above the neckline reminded people he was strong and dangerous. It was sexy in the weirdest way, apparently. Wade loved that Peter thought him dressing up was sexy because he found it very fun, so it was something he would be able to do again.
"How about we go for a walk around the park," Wade whispered to Peter. "Not waste a beautiful day under a gazebo."
Peter nodded, letting everyone know they'd be back in a little while, he just had to take his bitch for a lap of the park. They walked away from an array of humoured noises, Peter curling himself under Wade's arm. It wasn't going to be an innocent walk like they made it sound, Wade had full plans to make this filthy. He'd prepared for stepping away with his loverboy for some relief. After all, he'd refused to touch his Petey Pie while he needed to recover.
But a week later and in a part of the park with less traffic, Wade lowered his voice to seductively whisper, "you know, if you're going to call me your bitch, you should make me feel like I am."
His lover's eyes widened, "what? Are you suggesting we do what I think you're suggesting, in a public park? Where Nora is having her party?"
Wade cuddled Pete's arm, looking down at him intently, "I was thinking more of a bush or hedge. But if you were thinking anything along the lines of giving my ass a rough pounding, then that's exactly what I was suggesting."
"And how do you think that's gonna work, you horny fuck?"
Wade pulled Peter behind a hedge, a spot he'd already investigated to check nobody outside the park could see them and was too dense for the passerby in the park to see them either. He rolled off his mask, kissing and nibbling Peter's ear while he let him in on the little secret that there was lube in the bag hooked to his belt, and he hadn't bothered with underwear.
"I've been thinking about what we talked about, you being the top. And we haven't sex in over a week, so I'm also just desperate enough to sneak away to let you fuck me during this child's birthday party. What do you say?"
"Stop talking. And take off your pants, we can always just lift the dress up," Peter smirked.
Wade bit his lip to stop from talking, shimmying out of the bottom half of his suit so he could keep his dress on like Peter wanted. He leaned down to kiss his baby boy, but Peter caught his jaw in a vice grip. It didn't hurt, but it would still be sexy if it did. When Peter played dominant, he took the role seriously it seemed, using his super-strength to manoeuvre Wade to his knees. Then he tipped his head up.
"You have an infamous mouth, baby. Show me how good you can use it for me."
Thank God he stayed with us!
Wade rested his hands on his thighs, smiling as he gripped Peter's zipper between his teeth. A hand came to rest on the back of his head as he pulled Peter out of his zipper. His head was tipped up again, looking directly up to Peter. He commanded him to get the lube out and start preparing himself since he'd have a better idea of how to get past his healing factor. Not that Wade was gonna do much, just stretch a little and slick it up so it was good for both of them. He could take his fair share of pain, and it felt good in some places too.
And the next 5 minutes reminded Wade of Peter's little joke, there really weren't eyes in the back of his throat. But he enjoyed it nonetheless. The heavy weight on his tongue, the pressure to fight against gagging as Peter used his mouth, the hushed moans from above his head. Once Wade started stretching himself and moaning around Peter's shaft, the noises sounded more choked than hushed. And the effect he was having on Peter was so hot he started moving his hips against his fingers. Riding his fingers with his boyfriend deep in his throat seemed like exactly where he was meant to be.
Peter's cock was pulled away from his lips with an obscene slurp, "on all fours, Wade. You want to feel like a bitch, then I'll fuck you like one."
Wade shivered, biting his lips to trap the groan inside. The risk of being caught having sex in public might be hot as hell, but he didn't actually want to get caught. Didn't want anyone seeing his Petey Pie being dom like this, it was a treat for Wade alone. So he settled himself on the ground, ass in the air and hands clenched into fists for him to bite on. In all his planning and anticipating, he'd not thought to bring a gag.
Would have come in handy.
No shit, Whitey.
The tule ruffled as his dress was drawn up over his ass, fingers clawing his legs as the fabric was lifted and making him break out in goosebumps. He squirmed without thinking. Wade wanted to beg for Peter to just lift his dress, to plead for him to finally thrust inside. But he needed to be quiet, people were on the other side of these hedges and Peter was in charge. He had the power to go as slow as he wanted, and it drove Wade mad.
A weight pressed on Wade's back, heat spreading as a tongue caressed the shell of his ear, Peter whispering, "I wish I could tease you endlessly, make you cry and shake from how much you want me, but now isn't the time and this really isn't the place. So I'll make do with this."
A hand curled around Wade's throat, cutting off his breath for a moment as Peter thrust in smoothly, right down to the hilt. Wade silently thanked Peter for the grip on his neck, otherwise, he would have revealed them to everyone with his scream. Peter didn't have as much length as Wade had experienced, but he was thick enough for such a sweet stretch that his mind almost blanked. The voices were nowhere to be seen.
"Just us baby?" Peter's finger ran along his scalp, pulling his head back with his nails.
Wade nodded, enthusiasm almost snapping his neck. The voices were gone, it was just Wade and his Petey Pie sharing this moment. Kisses were pressed across the side of his jaw and neck as he slowly felt himself become empty. He wondered if Pete was going to pull all the way out, but his brain froze when he was quickly full to the brim again. Slowly pulling out, quickly thrusting in, mixing Wade's insides like a salad and making him bite on his fist to keep the noises in. Both because he knew he was loud, but also so he could enjoy the noises from behind him.
Peter's heavy breathing was quiet, but moans weaved the way into his panting, and it just drove the merc closer to the edge. Then his baby boy reached down to grip his hard length, and that edge seemed so much closer. As much as Wade hated what Peter did before they met, he had to credit the experience for the expert handling. Every sensitive inch was caressed by talented fingers, Wade tasted blood from how hard he was trying to keep from crying out. But that just turned him on even more.
His hips moved with Peter's rhythm, his body aching inside at the intense treatment for the first time in so long. He'd feel this when they started walking back, and although he'd have healed before they even reached the party, thinking about how he'd wobble for a moment after made a groan break past his barriers. And that little noise was the end for Peter. Breaking the perfect control of a deadly assassin enough that he couldn't contain his pleasure was the sexiest compliment, and Wade felt the heat spread against his sensitive inner walls. So Peter ended up with sticky fingers over the sensation.
Those fingers were pressed to Wade's lips, who lavishly licked every drop to worship the digits with his mouth. Peter was a God to him. Patient enough to deal with all the crazy that came with him, pure enough to hold on to good morals and strong-willed enough to make Wade adapt his less moral habits. So he worshipped Peter, be it his fingers or toes or whatever else Wade could get his lips on.
"Get up, you gotta put your pants back on so we can get back to the party," Peter smirked.
Wade grinned, getting to his feet to kiss his boyfriend long and slow. This was a great idea, maybe one of his best from the way Peter gripped his shoulders and nuzzled his neck. And bonus, he already felt the discomfort in his backside.
So weird that you enjoy that.
No! It's the feeling Petey left. We love everything Petey makes us feel, pain or pleasure.
Damn right, Yellow. Because we love Petey.
We do love him.
I love him so much.
"I love you," Wade whispered, hiding his face in Peter's hair.
"I love you too," Peter giggled. "Now get your clothes back on. Before Nora misses us and starts to come looking."
Yeah, get dressed. The writer needs to close off this shit, so go back to the party.
Happiness, sex and love confessions. Nothing left to say.
Yeah, yeah. She can stop writing whenever she wants. But Petey and me, gonna last forever.
Whatever.
Keep dreaming.