Not to say Wade and Peter were childish, but they were a bit childish. They didn't fight over the remote just to end up in bed like normal mature couples. No, they usually fought over a controller and they fought to win. Peter was attached to his, alright? They'd been through a lot together! And Wade just… barged in and claimed it as his, and that just wasn't acceptable! So they struggled, rolled around, bit, kicked and pushed each other around, threw a few punches from time to time - the usual tactics used by middleschoolers.
The funny, not to say pathetic, part was that Peter always engaged in their little fights - and enjoyed them, heaven help him - even though he knew Wade's weak spot. He knew exactly what to do to completely disarm him. All he had to do was to lick at his neck and kiss his jaw, and Wade was paralyzed.
He discovered it a few months after they first started doing whatever they were doing - which wasn't dating, that was for sure - when they were lazying around in bed. Wade was sprawled all over Peter's bed, leaving little to no room for Peter, so he was lied with his head on Wade's chest, plastered to his side, their legs entwined. He was absentmindedly tracing the scars on Wade's stomach while Wade was playing with his hair. It was perfect.
It was boring.
Peter experimentally pinched Wade's side and Wade hissed, swatting his hand away. Peter chuckled and did it again, and before he knew it, they were rolling around in bed like kids, laughing and cursing in turns. Peter didn't plan on their little game turning into foreplay, but Wade's neck was right there. He licked it once, and Wade shuddered, stilling. Peter grinned smugly and kissed his jaw triumphantly, straddling Wade's hips. What he didn't foresee was for Wade to completely relax, all the tension leaving all his muscles at once; it was like letting the air out of a balloon. A short surprised laugh escaped Peter, and Wade looked at him in confusion. He didn't even notice! This was perfect!
And not boring at all.