Posted from bed cuz a telemarketer woke me up so now I'm going to go back to sleep. For like half an hour. An hour if I hit this Snooze button right.
Cross-posted from AO3 same day.
Feeding
It took Peter three months to realize that he and Wade, as Deadpool had finally introduced himself, weren't just hanging out, but were friends. With a surprisingly good friendship. If one ignored the fact that one friend was constantly hitting on the other. Because Wade seemed determined to dance or fight his way into a two-sided courtship on a weekly basis, just as Peter was determined that the courtship remain one-sided or disappear entirely. Just because he liked the man didn't mean that he liked or agreed with his bloodlust, and he couldn't forget it. Didn't mean he couldn't be friends though. Which he finally realized they were when he saw Wade's skin for the first time.
The day wasn't any different than what his normal days had become. Wade showed up where Peter was chilling on a ledge and dropped a bag of takeout in his lap.
"Eat up, baby boy!" Wade exclaimed, dropping down next to Peter and promptly digging in the bag still in Peter's lap, uncomfortably close to his dick. "I love me a good size difference as much as the next fangirl, but no reason for you to starve!"
Deadpool said something similar every single time he brought Peter food, and Peter was starting to wonder why because, ever since Wade had started feeding him, he'd actually started to gain weight for the first time in his life. It was a good feeling. Well, a good feeling as long as he ignored the suspicion that Wade was only bringing him food as part of his bizarre animal-based courtship attempt. Which he still engaged in with periodic dances and insistences of "Spidey, look at me!" while they were in a fight.
"You still haven't told me why you call me that," Peter said, digging in the bag for his own burrito. "Even though you're way way young...er than…." He trailed off when he turned to look at Wade and nearly lost his appetite entirely at the sight of Deadpool's lower jaw and it's hideous skin texture. It was actually the first time he'd ever seen Deadpool's skin in all their time together, and he finally understood why the man always kept it covered.
Deadpool glanced at him and then hurriedly shoved the rest of his burrito in his mouth before quickly yanking his mask back down.
"Sorry, baby boy, didn't mean for you to see that. Like ever, actually."
"Were you planning on fucking me with your suit on?" Peter asked, and immediately wanted to jump off the roof. If he didn't know his own lack of brain-to-mouth filter as well as he did, he might have been surprised by what he'd just said. Unfortunately, he was not. Fortunately, Wade was.
Wide masked eyes turned to stare at him. "Uhhh…."
Peter wondered if he'd broken Deadpool. He suddenly didn't want to be around when Wade fixed himself. "Whoops, there goes the ol' Spidey sense," he lied and jumped off the roof. Hopefully, Wade would just forget that he'd said anything at all.
Wade did not forget.
After Peter's filter failed him, Wade started getting more grabby. Not… molesty, exactly, except for how he kept trying to grab Peter's ass, but more like throwing an arm around his shoulder. Or not flinching when he'd move Peter during a fight. Or holding Peter's hand while they ate. Or sitting closer on the couch when Peter came by. Peter tolerated it all with varying degrees depending on his mood, and sometimes it ended with him dropping Wade off a roof, but sometimes it didn't end at all. Which seemed to give Wade the confidence to start showing more skin.
It started with rolling up his mask quicker and quicker until there was no hesitation when he sat down with food. He started throwing in removing a glove or two here or there, and snuck small touches against Peter's bare skin when Peter's gloves were off too. He always froze at first, and it was in those moments that the mercenary seemed most vulnerable, when he seemed his age. Which only made Peter remember how much younger Wade was than him and he'd pull away, but Wade never seemed to take offense; he'd just pull his gloves back on and continue with his meal.
Peter, for his part, was surprised with how quickly he acclimated to Wade's skin. Frankly, it was gross as hell, but Wade was more than just his skin, and it was starting to hurt to realize how self-conscious the man was about it. So as much as Wade was either trying to acclimate Peter to his skin – or maybe subconsciously scare him off with it? – Peter was trying just as hard to get used to it. Surprisingly, it didn't take long.
When Wade took off his mask around Peter for the first time, they were sitting on a roof after they'd stopped a bank robbery. Peter took one long, careful look at him, memorized his features, and then turned his face towards the sky. "You don't have to court me like an animal, you know," he said evenly. "I'm not actually a spider. Or a furry. You could try courting me like a person."
That time, Wade fell off the roof without any help from Peter.
Peter, for his part, was too busy to catch Deadpool before he hit the ground, his mind caught in swirl of panic. He was simultaneously worrying that he'd ruined their easy camaraderie by making Wade's flirting into more than it was, and wondering if Wade would actually change his method of attack.
He didn't have to wait long to find out.
TBC
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