It had actually taken less time than one might expect for Peter to talk himself down after he had come to his senses. It's amazing what some basic scientific knowledge can do to assuage a person's self-doubt. Sex dreams are perfectly normal, and have no indication of actual sexual interest or orientation. Even more, the human body goes through bouts of sexual arousal during sleep that coincide with normal REM sleep cycles. If someone were to wake up from one of these, still sexually aroused, it's to be expected that they'd masturbate. Perfectly normal, perfectly natural. Sure, Peter still felt a tad awkward for having a sex dream about Deadpool, but, oh well. It's not like he could have helped it, and there were certainly worse people he could have dreamed of (Mr. Jameson, for example). There was no point in lingering on it. Peter figured it'd be a long time before he saw Deadpool again anyways, so even if he still felt awkward about it, it's not like they crossed paths very often. With that, Peter pushed the whole situation out of his mind.
That had been a couple of days ago. He had just finished with classes for the afternoon, and was ready for a few well-earned hours of relaxation before heading out to patrol. However, as he approached the building, he sensed that something was amiss, and cautiously made his way up to his apartment. Finding his door unlocked, he crept inside, adrenalin pumping through his veins, readying for a fight. Sneaking through the kitchen, he peered around the corner into the living room, only to find a certain mercenary lounging on his couch. The tension melted from his body, and he sighed loudly in a mixture of relief and frustration.
Wade jumped up at the noise, having just about dozed off while waiting for the kid to come home. He yawned and stretched while greeting him. "Hello!"
Peter's frustration waned rather quickly. He had actually expected Deadpool to be paying him a visit now that he knew where he lived. He just hadn't expected it to be so soon. He paid him little attention, first walking to his bedroom to drop off his backpack, then heading to the kitchen to grab a glass of water before finally mumbling a mildly exasperated "Hello." There goes my downtime.
The younger man took a long drink of water before turning his attention back to the merc, who was sitting there like an expectant puppy. "Well, now you know where I live, what I look like, and my identity. I'm going to go out on a limb and assume you're not here to kill or threaten me, so to what do I owe the pleasure?"
Wade was pleasantly surprised to find the boy significantly less hostile than he'd expected. "Wellll, I noticed before I left the other night that I had messed up your couch pretty badly. Since you went out of your way to help me, I wanted to do something in return." He stood and stepped aside with a flourish reminiscent of a gameshow hostess, drawing Peter's attention to where he'd been sitting. He had been so distracted by Deadpool's presence, he hadn't even noticed the spotless new couch the older man had been resting on. He stepped forward to inspect it, not quite believing his eyes. It was a similar shade of blue, and about the same size, but the texture of the fabric and style led Peter to believe that it was a lot higher end than the little loveseat it replaced. "I did my best to get something the same color and style, but it's not exact. I hope it's alright..."
Wade trailed off, awaiting Peter's reaction. "I, um... You really didn't have to. I can't accept this." Peter ran his hand over the arm, amazed that something could be so soft and... plush. Definitely a lot higher end.
"You don't like it?" The merc sounded considerably disheartened.
"No, no! It's not that. It's a very nice couch, but this looks like it was expensive. I really can't accept it!"
"But I want you to have it! I ruined your other one, and-"
"That wasn't your fault though! I'm the one that brought you back here. It's not like you came in here of your own volition and bled all over it!" Peter wasn't even sure what he was feeling. He was shocked that Deadpool of all people would have a conscience enough to feel the need to replace something that had been (mildly) damaged, and not even as a fault of his own. More and more he was starting to believe that he had wrongly judged the older man.
"Well, then at least consider it a token of my thanks. I don't think I know many people, if anyone at all, who would be willing to put their neck on the line to help me. It means a lot to me..." Wade trailed off again. The younger man really felt like there was no way he would be allowed to refuse, and simply hung his head in acceptance while flopping down on the couch, relishing the sensation as he sunk into the soft cushions, secretly happy that the merc was insistent. "Besides, it was really hard to get up here."
"What? Don't you have a teleporter?"
Wade sat back down on the opposite end. "Yeah, but it's tricky. When it's just me, it's no problem, but with something big, it's hard to judge where it'll end up. It'd kind of ruin the feeling if I destroyed your entire living room in the process."
Peter laughed in agreement. "I suppose. ... Thanks."
"No problem!" Peter could see the fabric of the merc's mask wrinkle with a smile, and felt the corners of his own mouth curling up. He'd definitely misjudged him. "So how about I treat you to that dinner now?"
After a short debate, the two agreed on ordering pizza, and settled in to watch cartoons while waiting for it to arrive. They chatted for a bit, or rather, Deadpool chatted a lot. He explained that the sweatpants Peter had loaned him were cleaned and folded, but that he had forgotten them. He described his harrowing journey maneuvering the couch up twelve flights of stairs by himself (since it wouldn't fit in the elevator). In particular, he gave the younger man a lengthy lecture on the superiority of Choco Tacos over any other ice cream truck confection. Wade finally talked himself into temporary exhaustion, and they fell into silence. After a few minutes, the merc spoke again.
"Wade Wilson, by the way." Peter looked up at him questioningly.
"My name. I'm Wade Wilson. I figure it's kind of rude to keep it a secret at this point."
"Oh... Nice to formally meet you then? By the way, your suit looks good as new. Did you actually patch it up yourself?"
Wade puffed up like a proud child showing off his prized toy. "Yeah. I told you I was good at sewing. I even make quilts from time to time." Peter couldn't contain his laughter. "No, really. Hey, I can make you a friendship quilt!"
The idea only made the younger man laugh harder. "Thanks, but I think the couch is more than enough for now." Wade said nothing more on the matter, but Peter got the feeling that he might end up with one anyways. When the doorbell rang, the merc insisted on getting it. He returned a few minutes later with the top box already open, stuffing a pizza crust in his mouth while feeling his way towards the couch. After almost crashing into Peter, he settled back into his spot, placing the box between them. The younger man reached for a slice and started eating, but his mind was a million miles away.
When Wade had been bumbling about, and almost run into him, it had specifically been his pelvis that almost collided with Peter's face. In an instant, memories of the older man naked forced their way into his head, which gave way to memories of his dream, which in turn gave way to memories of pleasuring himself afterwards. Embarrassment washed over him with an intensity greater than any he'd felt when the events actually occurred, and he found it considerably more difficult to swallow this time around with Deadpool right next to him.
After a few minutes of Peter making an effort to not look at him, Wade started to sense that something was amiss. "Is everything ok?" The younger man jumped, "What?"
"The pizza? Is it ok? You don't look like you're enjoying it."
"No, it's good..." They sat in silence for a moment. Peter felt even worse, well aware that he was acting off, and worrying the merc. He was trying his best to suppress his discomfort and act normally, but to no avail. Wade looked him over for a moment, quickly realizing that the kid was avoiding looking at him. His mind went to the most likely reason, remembering that his mask was up so he could eat, and that Spidey hadn't seen his face before. He's probably grossed out. (Of course he is. Who isn't?)
"Sorry, I kind of forgot that you hadn't seen yet."
"What? I haven't seen what yet?"
"My face. I wasn't thinking. I forgot that you hadn't seen it yet." Peter sensed a change in the mood, but wasn't quite sure what had caused it. His guilt continued to worsen, knowing that his awkwardness had done something to make Wade feel uncomfortable. He finally looked up at him questioningly
"Your face?"
"You don't have to hide it. I'm used to people being put off by it. I'm sorry that I wasn't thinking."
It finally struck the younger man what Wade was talking about. He looked at his face, realizing that it was just as scarred as the rest of him. He honestly hadn't even registered it, but he realized that the merc must have mistaken his discomfort for disgust from seeing the exposed lower half while they were eating. He didn't feel the slightest twinge, but could guess what Wade had experienced in the past because of it.
"No, please don't apologize. I really hadn't noticed." He could sense the mercenary's disbelief, but continued. "I mean it. I was shocked when I first saw your body when I was cutting your suit off the other day, but I'd kind of assumed that the scars extended all the way up. It doesn't bother me at all, actually..."
The sincerity in the kids voice did a lot to convince Wade, but he had still definitely been avoiding looking at him. "Then why are you acting weird?"
Peter knew that there was no way that he could convince the older man otherwise. I guess it was pretty obvious. I just- god, I can't stop thinking about that dream, and what I did now! Ahhh... think of something! He might have been smart, but the pressure to answer combined with his rapidly compounding embarrassment turned his brain to mush, and he blurted out the first thing that came to mind before he could even attempt to filter himself. "Because I saw you naked!" The only sound between them was the noise of television, and of Wade swallowing loudly. The moment stretched on for an eternity in Peter's mind.
That's it. I can't be friends with this man. I'm going to have to move away. I'm going to have to change my name. Peter could feel the blood rushing to his face, and he looked away, staring holes in the wall while all too aware of Wade's eyes on him. The merc studied the kid, feeling more and more amused. Embarrassment was overwhelmingly apparent on his face and in his posture. The younger man winced when Wade started laughing, but also felt a bit relieved that he had accepted it. Well, at least it's better than him knowing about that dream.
"Really!?" Wade couldn't manage any other words. How pure! (Hey, at least he wasn't disgusted by our face!) Who cares about that now? He's so funny. I like him! [But he also looks pretty horrified now that you're laughing at him.] (But it's funny!) [But you'll make him feel uncomfortable to be around us if you continue, and then he won't want to hang out.] I don't want that.The merc did his best to pull himself together. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's just funny that you'd be so shy about seeing me naked. Hey! How about to make things even, I'll look at you naked? Then you won't have to feel weird about it!"
As the merc spoke, he crawled towards him on the couch, and actually made an attempt to pull the edge of Peter's pants down to take a peek. To his delight, the kid actually managed to turn brighter shade of red, shouting in surprise and fighting to bat his hands off and push him away. At least he'd finally looked at him again.
Peter managed to wriggle away, pushing Wade away with a foot to his face. Despite his embarrassment, he found himself laughing as well. They calmed down, and sat at their respective ends of the couch.
"Alright, alright. I was just trying to help. Here, Spidey, eat some more pizza." Wade picked the box up off the ground, where it'd been kicked in their scuffle, and held it out for him to take. He accepted, and the two turned their attention back to the television and pizza. Peter felt strangely relieved, willing himself not to worry about the dream or subsequent actions. Despite embarrassing himself pretty severely, he was happy that he'd agreed to hang out with the older man.
Deadpool was also pretty happy that he'd been able to spend time with Spidey. It was the first friend he'd made in a while, and it was nice to have someone to relax around. It was also pretty amusing to see the usually straight-laced and quick-witted young hero outside of "work". After a couple less eventful hours of cartoons and the merc talking Peter's ear off, Wade stood and stretched. "Well, I guess I should be off. I have some work to do this evening, and I'm sure you have plenty yourself."
"Yeah, I should probably get out there and start making my rounds now that it's dark." Peter stood and stretched as well. The older man helped clean up their mess, and headed towards the fire escape.
"Thanks for having me over."
"Thanks for coming over, and for the couch, and for dinner. I had fun."
"Care to do it again in the near future?"
"Sure. Maybe same time next week?"
"Maybe." Wade grinned at the younger man, pulled down his mask, and disappeared.