Chapter Thirteen

Wade's point of view

Sometime after the disintegration. To Wade, it felt like three hours and a year simultaneously.

I stared happily down at my baby's face. God, he's so adorable. He's -oh shit! He's pushing his face in my chest. God.

Our chest, Yellow snarled, ruining the moment. S' not jus' yer body, dumbass.

I gritted my teeth, trying not to reply out loud.

Did I miss somethin'? White woke up.

Please, guys, c'mon, let's keep this moment. It's so fucking nice, see? Look at Webs, he's so cute!

Yeah, Yellow agreed. Why would 'e ever wanna be with an ugly motherfucker like us?

C'mon, Yellow, you know I agree with you, but just...let me have this moment. Please.

Fine. Yellow coughed. But for the record, you said that about the last twelve moments.

White began laughing maniacally, so I flicked the side of my head to shut her up. She growled at me, but let me be.

Back in the land of the sane, Petey was watching Pussy-Boy talk to the other members of our group. Looks like we're leaving now.

No shit, Sherlock, Yellow retorted. I could hear him yawn.

Please shut up, guys. I'm begging you. Jesus.

Petey unwound himself from my arms and grasped my hand. He's so little, and tiny, and cute...

Fuck him! White yelled. She was always yelling. Fuckhimfuckhimfuck-

Okay, thanks, that will be all. Mercifully, she shut her stupid trap, and Petey and I walked hand in hand with the rest of the group. The day stretched out ahead of us, and God knew it was gonna be a long one. I glanced over and saw that my tiny boyfriend was looking at me and biting his irresistible lip.

"What is it, love?" I asked, and he blushed and looked away. The voices weren't gone when I was with him, but they sort of faded away into the background. All my attention needed to be on him and his divine glory.

"Nothing, Wade."

Nothing?

"Baby..." I whined.

He thinks you're disgusting, hissed Yellow, but I ignored the box.

"I just- you look- well, you just look good right now." Petey stuttered adorably. I'm sure I made the biggest heart eyes.

I stopped walking. "Can I pick you up, baby boy?" When he nodded, I lifted him in front of me, his legs wrapping around my waist. My arms wrapped around his back, to keep him from falling, and he giggled. Adorable.

I kept walking, but I just stared at his perfect, unmasked face.

"Wade," he said quietly. "Lemme kiss you."

I hesitated. "Are you sure, Baby?" I asked. I was stupidly worrried about my scars, and the rest of the group seeing. Dumbass.

No kidding, mumbled Yellow.

Please, Peter signed, and I lost any self-control that I had left. I yanked up my mask and tried not to crash my scarred lips to his pretty ones too fast.

Whenever we've kissed, I swear to God, everything melts away. The boxes, my scars, his nervousness. It's so goddman cliche, but there it is.

And then I'm an idiot, because I'm laughing at how different my baby is from Vanessa. I felt Petey frown under me.

"What's so funny?" He was upset. Fuck, he thought I was laughing at him.

"Baby, I'm sorry, I just thought it was funny how different you were from V."

He frowned again. "In what way?" I gripped his legs tighter, trying to word this right, trying not to fuck this up.

"V was... V was loud. She was sarcastic and bitchy and hilarious. We worked because she matched how talkative I am," I said carefully. I didn't want to compare my ex with my current boyfriend. It just sounded like a recipe for disaster. "You're so... You're not that at all. We work because..." Yikes. I was a fucking sap. I glanced at Petey to make sure I wasn't overstepping anything, but he seemed eager to hear more. "We work because we balance each other out. Okay, that's cliche. Fuck this dumbass author. Like, you're quiet, and I'm loud, and I make you louder, and you make me shut the fuck up."

Maybe you should consider shutting the fuck up now, Yellow snarled.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! White piped up. Fuckfuckfuck!

Guys, please. Shhh.

Yes, Yellow, White said ironically. This is a good moment. We need to pay attention.

"Really?" Peter gave me a small smile. "You think we work well together?"

I almost wheezed. Jesus. There's been unlimited chemistry, we've resolved our fights in hours, and I wanted to tell the kid I loved him after, like, five days. Oops. Wasn't supposed to say that. Ignore that, reader.

I just raised my eyebrows. "You don't?" He was blushing. Goddamnit. I just wanted to... God. There were so many things I wanted to do to him. More than a few included fucking.

He shook his head quickly. "No! It's just...affirming to hear it from you." I kissed his forehead. I was still carrying him as I walked slowly, slightly apart from the group. He was so light, it didn't even bother me, but that might've been partly because his pretty thighs were wrapped around my waist. What can I say? I have a dick.

"Wade?" Peter said softly. Focus, Deadpool.

"Yes, baby boy?"

"What- uh, sorry to ruin the moment. But I'm afraid of what Fury and the others will do when we get there. What do you think?"

I felt my chest tighten. "I think," I couldn't help gritting my teeth a little. "I think that if that bastard even looks at you the wrong way-after that stunt he pulled- I'm gonna chop him in half."

He froze. Shit. Maybe that was too harsh.

Idiot, Yellow murmured.

"Uh... I mean... Fuck. I'll make sure he doesn't attack anyone?" I grimaced. It was definitely too much.

You'd kill for me? Peter signed, his mouth still slightly parted from shock.

"I- well- I'm trying to hold the killing back, 'cause my boyfriend ain't a fan. But that just kinda slipped out." I grasped desperately at any humor to diffuse the situation. To my surprise, it seemed to work, and his face returned to a slight smile.

"But you would. You'd kill for me, wouldn't you?" Peter was acting so weird. What the fuck was going on in his head?

What's going on in yours? Yellow rasped. I ignored him.

"Well- I don't know..." I lied, and then felt bad for lying to my boyfriend. "Yeah. I- uh... I'd kill for you. Sorry." Jesus Christ. I'm a train wreck today.

"Why are you sorry?" Peter frowned. "That's like, the most romantic thing you've said."

What? What? What?

What? White yelled.

"But, Petey, or the alien that is currently inhabiting his body, you hate killing!" I protested. "Like you hate it! You almost wouldn't kiss me!"

He looked away. "Yeah, but babe, if you really feel that way, then of course I'm gonna take it... I dunno. It made sense at the time."

I stared at him. "Did you just call me babe?"

"Uh- what? No! I would never." He was blushing for like, the millionth time today. He must blush every two minutes.

I kissed him. I didn't ask first, but I knew he wanted it. He was so fidgety. I knew I had guessed right when he leaned in close and slipped his tongue into my mouth.

I took control of the kiss and moved my mouth on top of his, so that my teeth could bite that precious lip. I did, and he sighed in pleasure. I kept his lower lip between my teeth and rolled it carefully, making sure it didn't hurt too much. I got a real moan for my efforts, and it went straight to my dick. I love rewards.

I cupped his ass, making sure I was slow enough so that he could get me off at any time, but he just wiggled it a little, and I was so goddamn turned on.

I kissed his cheek and gave up on walking. We could catch up to the group later. Now was all about him, the ethereal being on top of me. I flipped us so that he was placed gently into the sand on his back, and I hovered over him to kiss his neck. He squirmed, and I relished in his slight embarrassment.

"Can I," I was breathing so hard, just from kissing. "Can I pin your hands above your head?" I asked. "I like- I like the control. You can tell me to stop any-"

"I know," his face was flushed, and he was nearly panting. "I know you'll stop if I want you to. Please, pin them."

"Remember the safeword you used with T'challa?" I mumbled. "Red? Use that if you're done." He nodded and I took both of his hands in one of mine and put them above his head. I felt him test my strength, but I held fast. With my other hand, I grabbed his jaw and kissed him, and now I was completely in control, and he was opening up to me, and my dick was loving it.

My hand travelled down his body towards his thighs, and I watched his face carefully as I brushed the skin directly beneath his stomach. He shut his eyes tightly, twisting his body in aggravation.

"I'm gonna touch you, okay, baby?" I managed to speak, and he nodded, biting his lip and still shutting his eyes.

I only hesitated for a moment before I palmed him through his Spidey suit. He was hard, and that fact turned me on even more.

"Wade..." His face contorted, and I got slightly concerned.

"Baby," I said softly. "Are you sure you want this?" I saw a tear slide down his cheek. "Red." I said loudly, releasing his hands immediately.

"I'm sorry!" He put his face in his hands, upset. "I've... I've never-"

It took every once of self control I had not to touch him. "Please, baby, don't be sorry. You weren't ready. I'm just worried you won't use your safe word if you need to."

"C-can you hold me?" God, there was nothing I wanted to do more. I gathered his shaking frame into my arms and held him close.

"You didn't- you didn't cum. I'm sorry-" He stuttered.

"I'll live. It's a hard-on. I've had them before." It ached, but I wasn't about to make my boy feel worse.

"But I- I want you to cum."

What?

"What?"

"I wanted you to feel good- I'm sorry-" He was so cute. He cared about me getting off. He cared.

"If you're that intent on it," I mused (What? He was offering!) "There are ways of getting the job done that don't involve sex. In fact, I wasn't planning on giving you anything more than a blowjob today." I continued when I saw the intimidated look on his face. "Baby, what I'm saying is, you're so goddamn sexy, I could easily get off by touching myself to your voice."

He looked embarrassed, but intrigued.

"Only if you want, of course." I added. I liked where this was going.

"Okay." I looked at him carefully. He seemed really okay with it.

"Safeword still applies, baby." He nodded and I took off my gloves and unzipped my suit enough to pull my dick out. Petey and I were lying on the sand, face up.

"Wade..." He murmured near my ear. "You're... You're big." I groaned at that and wrapped my hand around my dick.

"Fuck... Say more shit like that," I begged him and began touching myself.

"You're- you're really hot. I was staring at you today, when you asked me what was wrong. I can't- I can't keep my eyes off you."

It was really embarrassing how close I was already. But that voice... Jesus. I rubbed harder.

"More," I moaned.

"All the little things you've done, Wade. I- every pet name affects me now. You saying it is just- it's just insane. How low and s-sexy your voice is to me..."

"I'm close already," I panted, not really wanting this to end.

"When you bite my lip, it feels so-"

I came, and I swear it was the sexiest thing I've ever experienced. I've had a lot of sex, and that was better than all of it. I let out a whiny noise, and then a groan, and I was spent. I turned to look at Peter, who was staring at me in awe.

"Okay?" I asked him.

"Yeah..." He trailed off and didn't take his eyes off of me. I smirked and zipped up my suit before kissing him again, making sure to bite his lip.