Chapter Nine
Two days, ten hours after the disintegration
All they had done for the last three hours was talk and kiss, leaving Peter's lips swollen.
Spider-Man had told Wade everything, all about his life and his family, all about MJ and Gwen. Wade had shared funny stories from then they were in the army.
"One time," they had said, laughing, "Sarg' told us all to get camouflaged, y'know, with leaves and sticks and stuff. But there were all these wildflowers, Petey. So me and a buddy covered ourselves, head to toe, in flowers. We even stuck flowers in our gun barrels! Lemme tell ya, we had to do so many push-ups. It was worth it, though, you shoulda seen his face, Baby!"
Now, it was nearing the sunless sunset, and Peter didn't want to leave Wade, but he also didn't want the other heroes to worry. Deadpool had the solution.
"We're sleeping over here!" They screamed, after telling Peter to cover his ears. "They prolly heard," Wade told him.
A few moments later, Peter was the little spoon, feeling safe and warm from Wade's touch.
"Wade," Peter sighed. "I'd kill for a shower."
"Baby, all I want right now is to be hungry again, and then have a huge plate of chimichangas."
"God," Spider-Man moaned. "Even a Burger. Like, really greasy. Five Guys, maybe."
"And a milkshake," Wade added.
"Yeah, oh my God. I never knew I'd miss eating so much." He groaned again, thinking about all the greasy foods he could be eating.
"Are you getting turned on by food?" The merc asked him, and Peter could hear his teasing grin. "Because those are some pretty noises you're making right now." Deadpool's hand skimmed over his thigh, and Spider-Man shivered despite his embarrassment at their comments.
"N-no! Shut up, Wade," he protested, but he was smiling.
"Can I have a kiss?" The merc asked gently.
"Of course." Peter twisted his head to meet his lips with theirs. Wade's tongue slipped over his lips, asking for entrance, and Peter granted it, opening his mouth for them. Wade's tongue was wet and warm, and all Peter could feel was them, and their teeth and their tongue, and it felt so good, Spider-Man wanted to moan.
When Wade bit his bottom lip, he did moan, and he could feel them smile into a deeper kiss. Their teeth skimmed over Peter's lips, and tongue it was heaven, he swore.
Wade pulled away slowly and reluctantly, kissing Peter's cheeks and chin as they held him tightly.
"Angel," they said between kisses. "As, mm... nice as this, mm, is... mm, I think we should sleep."
"Okay," Peter yawned and snuggled close to Wade again. His eyelids were heavy, and his eyes slipped shut, and he was content.