...I keep my hands on your mouth.
NC17 SCENE REMOVED (IT CAN BE READ ON AO3) [N.B: 85% of this chapter was NC17]
...he came while kissing Peter, exhaling tensely into the kiss before he broke it off to make a short groaning sound as he twitched through a second orgasm.
Peter's hands were sliding up his back then, and around and between them, back up to hold his face as the younger man opened his eyes, half lidded and so sexy. Wade met his gaze, and then he shifted his position to balancing on both forearms, before he kissed Peter again. They did a lot of kissing.
Peter liked kissing, Wade knew that, and he was really starting to appreciate it himself.
After a short while, the kiss drew to a slow end, and Peter quietly said,
"Wade."
"Yeah, baby?" Wade asked, both of their voices low and breathy.
"Wade." he said again, and it made Wade smile to hear his soft, happy tone, but his smile faltered when Peter added, "I like you a lot, Wade, like, a lot- a lot." sounding really sincere and a little throaty. And Wade couldn't help feeling nervous as he looked over Peter's face,
"But?" he prompted, because for him there was always a ' but' .
Peter shook his head, swallowing audibly, and his eyes started to look a little watery, which caused some dread to crawl up Wade's throa-,
"No 'but'. I just wanted to tell you again." he smiled then, still breathing a little deeply, and looking totally sexed up and soft and satisfied and sleepy. Wade felt relieved, but he also felt tight in his chest,
"I like you more than a lot-a lot." he admitted, saying it that way only because a love confession was not yet on the cards, but he felt as emotional as Peter looked right then.
And the moment was really intimate too, lying together as they were, bodies cooling and sticky, touching in so many soft, sweet and private places. It was also really comfortable. Wade hoped he could always make Peter feel so comfortable. He wanted to experience them being together in so man-
Peter huffed a small laugh,
"Is it a competition now?"
Wade shook his head, looking as serious as he could,
"Of course, not." he denied, then tilted his head, "But if it was, I'd win."
Peter pursed his lips, one of his soft hands sliding down Wade's arm and then back up again to settle on his shoulder, gentle fingertips tracing along the uneven lines on his skin,
"Don't be so sure." he said quietly and Wade died a little inside, but, like, in a good way.
"I wanna' make you come again." he said honestly, already feeling renewed arousal stirring in him.
Peter's eyes widened briefly, and then he snorted softly and shook his head,
"I also have super stamina I guess, but I've never applied it to sex before. And right now, I just feel super tired." he admitted. And he did look really tired, so Wade just nodded,
"No problem, babe, we can work on it." he said, more boldly than he actually felt in terms of confidence in getting to continue being with Peter. But the little slice of heaven he was experiencing continued as Peter sleepily nodded too, saying,
"Definitely." while still smiling.
Then Peter's smile became a yawn and he brought both his hands to cover his face. Heh, cute.
Wade just smiled softly,
"You wanna' sleep?" he asked quietly.
Peter inhaled sleepily, and slid his hands up into his hair, looking right into Wade's eyes when he spoke,
"I dunno', maybe, everything just feels so...good and so quiet." he frowned a little, "My spider sense was on and off for small stuff earlier, before we-" he didn't finish that sentence, "but it's so quiet now, like, offline quiet."
Wade nodded even though he had zero idea how the spider sense thing worked, he just tried to be reassuring,
"Maybe it's taking a break while your body is high on feel good hormones, Pete, it'll probably return real soon and have you wide awake all over again."
Peter half nodded and facially shrugged at the same time, like maybe he hoped that wouldn't happen too soon. Wade wondered though, about whether Peter's spider sense had gone offline before? Surely it must have, since he'd had sex before, it couldn't be the first t-
"You gonna' stay tonight?" he asked, making Wade's train of thought completely derail, because it sounded less like a question and more like a request. Of course, the only answer was,
"Absolutely, Pete, if that's what you want."
Peter nodded,
"I want."
Wade just grinned,
"The only thing on my agenda for a while is you." he informed the younger super.
Peter's reaction to that was a guilty frown and a shake of his head,
"You don't have to do that, Wade. I can't take a break from Spider-Man, so I don't expect you to take a break from what you do."
Wade frowned too, but more in amusement,
"Pete, what we do is not the same. I work when I want to work, and I do whatever else I want to do whenever I want to do it. And for the next couple of weeks, what I want to do is you." he leaned down, pressed a kiss to Peter's jaw. Peter smiled, then sighed when Wade kissed his neck next,
"Do I take that last sentence literally, or consider how it pertains to the context."
"Yes."
He huffed a laugh, then stifled another yawn into one hand,
"Man, I'm feel so tired."
Wade didn't want to keep him awake any longer if he needed to sleep, so after one more kiss to his neck, in one easy move, he rebalanced his legs and slipped his arms under and around Peter's back, before he reared back to sit up on his knees, bringing Peter with him so the younger super was straddling him, upright. Peter had made a surprised sleepy sound, but he was quite pliant and loose limbed, just settling into the change by wrapping his arms around Wade's shoulders and loosely hooking his legs around Wade's waist, the younger man leaning into his hold, letting Wade take his weight.
Wade really should have thought it through though, because his own reaction to the change was to get turned on all over again. He had barely gotten soft, but he could already feel himself thickening again as he got sidetracked by what a great sex position they were in-
"You're thinking about sex, aren't you?" Peter asked, looking right into his face, amused.
"Baby Boy, I'm almost never not going to be thinking about sex."
"Sex with me?" he managed a dubious look despite his sleepy face.
"I didn't realize that needed clarifying." he had one arm wrapped around Peter's waist, so he slid his free hand over Peter's hip and down to grope one cheek of his perfect ass, before caressing down the outside of his thigh. Peter inhaled and exhaled a bit loudly at the touch, one side of his lips curving up into a cute, satisfied smile,
"Good." he dipped his head and they shared a small, lazy, mostly lip to lip kiss. Then confusingly, Peter said, "I like you like this."
Wade frowned slightly,
"Like what?"
"Not hiding from me, or hesitating to kiss and touch me." another kiss, Wade not getting any less turned on, "Thanks for taking your mask off, Wade." Peter sighed softly, content-like.
Wade just shook his head.
"Don't thank me, Peter, I should have done it weeks ago." he admitted and kissed Peter the same soft way, and when they drew back again Peter seemed barely able to keep his eyes open.
So, Wade got up on his knees and knee-walked three spaces on the mattress before flopping Peter down on the bed, the right way up,
"Get some sleep, Pete." he looked over Peter fondly as he leaned over him from the side.
"You too." Peter said, shifting his legs in order to lie properly and flat, but grabbing one of Wade's hands at the same time. Wade squeezed his hand, then flipped their hands over so he could press a quick kiss to the younger super's knuckles,
"I will, babe, just gotta' go to the ladies room real quick."
Peter snorted softly and then lied back and let go of his hand,
"Okay, go powder your nose." he teased and Wade winked at him before moving to get off the bed. He was halfway to the bathroom when Peter asked, "Can you maybe grab my phone from the lounge when you're done?"
He nodded, answering,
"Yeah, sure." before heading into the bathroom...
...where he closed the door and was then standing in the brightness of the small room, alone and faced with Peter's bathroom sink mirror, trying not to let all of his insecurities flood back as he looked at himself naked. As naked as Peter had been looking at him.
Fuck, he was basically a nightmare...he couldn't help the sinking feeling in his stomach and he had to fight the urge to smash the mirror, feeling his temper rapidly rising. But it was irrational , and it was unnecessary, and he knew it! They'd literally just had sex and Peter had been perfectly fine, completely comfortable with him.
No, there was no going back to that second-guessing bullshit.
Wade clenched his teeth and then swallowed thickly, choking down anger and stress before staring right into his reflected face and quietly telling himself,
"Be better. Don't be a fuck up. He needs me to be better. He deserves better." and after another deep steadying breath, he made himself turn away from the mirror, going over to the toilet to relieve himself.
When he exited the bathroom a few moments later, switching the light off just because he was angry at that fucking mirror, he stopped in the doorway, surprised to find Peter still awake, and halfway propped up with a pillow against the wall, bed cover pulled up over his lower half just enough to be decent.
"Hey." he said, still looking sleepy, but not as much as before.
Wade cocked his head,
"Super stamina?"
Peter nodded, smiling,
"Must be, a little delayed but we'll, uh, work on it, right?"
"Dang, baby." Wade gestured at his crotch, very much aware that he was still naked, thanks to that fucking mirror, but he was trying to ignore it, "I just got him down, don't put ideas in his head." he powered through his nerves, followed through on his joke.
Peter looked like he wanted to laugh,
"His head, or yours?"
"Yes." Wade said mock seriously, and Peter did laugh softly.
Wade then walked over to his boxer-briefs lying on the floor beside the bed as casually as he could, leaning down to pick them up and quickly pull them on. He knew Peter was watching him, but the younger super didn't say anything, just continued to watch him with a small smile on his face.
Wade then made a show of heading toward the bedroom door, intending to go get Peter's phone.
Peter almost asked where Wade was going, then he remembered he'd asked Wade to get his phone and he relaxed again, feeling a bit dumb. Wade did fetch his phone, the man walking back into the room a few seconds later and tossing the phone over to him as he approached the bed.
Peter caught it, but he was more focused on Wade, who had gotten back onto the bed and was flopping over to lie beside him, on his side, propped up on his elbow. And even though Peter could tell he was a bit tense since before he'd put his underwear on, probably still dealing with some image insecurity, he was clearly making an effort to hide it, or maybe move past it, and Peter just hoped that eventually Wade wouldn't feel that insecurity at all anymore. He really wanted Wade to be comfortable around him. And it was going well! He'd wanted Wade to trust him with his skin and his face and the merc finally had, so now Peter would be patient again, he'd wait for Wade to become totally comfortably around him, like he felt around Wade.
Even right then, after having had sex, Peter's first time having sex with a man, he didn't feel uncomfortable or stressed or anything. And while the wetness left behind between his legs was a little strange, it was nothing a shower and a change of the bedding wouldn't fix. It was a small inconvenience to bare, and totally worth it, to have sex like that again. Wow. Just wow .
He had to purse his lips on a smile as he turned onto his side to face Wade. He'd covered his lower half earlier, more out of habit than anything else, not one for being unnecessarily naked even when he was alone, but he made a point to not be concerned about how the blanket shifted when he turned, wanting to show Wade he didn't mind his own nudity, or Wade's.
Of course, Wade noticed that when he turned the blanket didn't cover him quite so well, and he was obvious about looking, about lusting, his hand reaching out to touch, because now that there was no more mask and suit and all had been revealed, Wade was every bit as sexually straightforward as Peter had assumed he was before he'd known Wade had been holding ba-
"No patrol tonight?" Wade asked, rough fingers lightly trailing over his side and onto his hip, raising pleasant goosebumps on Peter's skin.
"Nah, my aunt says I should take a night off every once in a while. So, I'm taking that advice." and, yep, Wade's hand had made its way down and was on his butt cheek, groping lightly. Peter felt aroused by it, but in an aware sort of way. Like, just knowing it was Wade touching him and liking it.
"Your aunt is a smart lady." Wade said distractedly, that hand sliding further down the back of Peter's thigh and back up again to splay there and squeeze the same butt cheek again.
Wade really liked his butt. And Peter liked Wade's too, he just didn't have it in him to be so forward about it, not yet anyway, but also,
"So, I just realized I really don't want to be talking about my aunt while your hand in on my butt."
"Understandable." Wade squeezed again, "Let's change the subject."
Wade leaned in and Peter turned his head to give Wade more access as the merc started kissing his neck. And Wade's hand on his butt continued to feel him up, causing that arousal he'd felt to very quickly reach the next level. But super stamina or not, Peter still felt so tired. He really hoped he could apply his usual fighting stamina to sex in future. But he knew that those two things released completely different hormones in the body, and it turned out oxytocin just made him feel relaxed and really sleepy, which, chemically, made sense, but wasn't so great for having multiple rounds of sex.
Yeah, they'd need to work on that for sure...
...Wade started humming again, against the side of his neck where the older super was still lightly kissing, but also nuzzling now. It was the same Bruno Mars song from earlier and Peter smiled, finding it so convenient how Wade always had some song he could think of to suit the moment.
"Hm hmmhmmmhmmm, hmmhmmmhmmmm, cause' you make me feel like hm hm hm hmhmhm hmmmmm, for too hmhmhmmm, hmhm hmmmmmmm. Yeah, you make me feel like, I've been locked out of heav -"
"Is that the only part of the song you actually know." Peter asked teasingly, which immediately prompted Wade to sit up and look down at him, only to start singing,
" You bring me to my kneeees, you maaake me tesssstify! " and he made the sounds in between as well, which made Peter start laughing, he couldn't help it, " You can make a sinner change his waaaayeez! Open up your gates cause' I can't wait to seeee the light! And right there is where I wanna' stay-eehyeaheeyeah, eeyeaheeyeah! Cause' your semph hmph hmph h -"
He put a hand over Wade's mouth,
"Okay, I get it," still laughing a bit, "I get it, you know the words." and he was trying to stop himself from grinning anymore dopily, because he felt so stupid, but in a really good way.
"Hm hm." Wade nodded, eyes smug and smiling. He looked happy too, which made Peter feel happier.
Also, Wade's hand hadn't left his butt cheek yet, which probably also made Wade happy. He had said he'd always wanted to touch it, right? So now he seemed to be making up for lost time.
Peter didn't mind at all.
Letting the feelings of happiness settle in him, Peter slid his hand down from Wade's mouth, moving it to feel over the uneven skin of Wade's chin, then his cheek and jaw, taking note again of how some of it felt soft and tender, and other parts were really dry, ridged or smooth. A part of him wanted to talk about it, ask about what Wade had tried, if anything, to fix it, but he didn't think it was the right time. And anyway, he knew it was cancer, and there was no guaranteed cure for that, but...mutation was complicated and he was sure that there had to maybe be some solution to it.
Or at least, some way to make it better to some extent.
Peter wasn't an idiot after all, and he suspected that Wade was in some kind of pain because of it. The merc had kind of admitted as much before, and although he hadn't said what caused him pain, Peter knew it had to be the cancer. Because cancer was a painful disease and Wade had permanent cancer, he just couldn't die from it. So...
Man, Peter really wanted to ask about it, talk about it, but Wade never complained about pain. Did that mean anything? His S.H.I.E.L.D file hadn't said anything about any kind of pain immunity, and also, there was that suicide room thing, which had been happening before Peter came along. Did that have something to do with the pain? Did Wade use it as an outlet for something other than emotional pain, like when he was physically hurting? Peter didn-
His thoughts cut off abruptly when, fingers still absently trailing a ridge of skin on Wade's pectoral, he met Wade's eyes and found the older man was quietly watching him and looking really tense again, a clear indication he was very aware Peter was examining his skin. And he was probably worrying about what Peter would say or was thinking. Crap. Peter really did not want to ruin what was turning out to be a great night just because of his wandering analysis of Wade's condition. So he stayed calm, and when he smiled at Wade, he shifted closer on the bed and let his hand slide up to the back of Wade's neck. Pushing up to lean on his elbow, he drew Wade into a kiss, and Wade was a bit tense at first, but he came around fairly quickly and Peter let himself drift into the kiss for a while, only focusing on how sensually Wade was kissing him and touching him.
The older super's hand finally left his butt cheek to slide up and settle just above the curve of his back, which somehow made the kiss feel more romantic than sexual. It messed with Peter's emotions a little, but not in a bad way, in fact, it made him smile into the kiss, which made Wade smile too, and as the kiss slowed to an end, Wade started singing again,
" You say I'm a dreamer, we're two of a kind, both of us searching for some perfect world we know we'll never find. " or actually he was partially talking, not singing in his usual overkill falsetto, which was interesting and more serious somehow, " So perhaps I should leave here yeeah, yeeah, and go far away, " Peter started to frown, then, softer, " but you know that there's nowhere that I'd rather be than with you here today, oh, whoa, oh, whoa... " he trailed off and Peter was smiling again as he raised an eyebrow, wondering what came next since Wade just stared at him. And then abruptly, in high overkill falsetto, " Hold me now, ohwhoa, warm my heart! Stay with me! Let loving start. Let loving start! "
Peter laughed softly, grinning again and shaking his head, and he was still holding his phone in his other hand, so when he flopped to lie back down, he raised it to eye level and unlocked it,
"What's that song called?" tapping to open his music app. He wanted to add that song to his 'Wade Likes Singing' playlist.
"You gonna' play it?" Wade asked, sounding hesitant, "It's kinda' sentimental and feels heavy, I might start to feel really exposed if you did." and he looked like he was only kind of joking.
Peter shook his head,
"I won't play it now if you don't want. I just wanted to add it to my playlist." he had the search open and ready, and he was looking at Wade expectantly,
"Playlist?" Wade asked, sounding curious, "I didn't know you were interested in older music, Baby Boy."
Peter shrugged as much as he could while lying down,
"Cause' of you, and all your random singing. I've even managed to find some of the songs you've sang around me without me knowing what they were." he said a bit proudly.
"Yeah?" Wade was smiling more now, looking impressed and pleased, "Can I see?"
Peter didn't see any reason why not, so he handed the phone over to Wade, playlist open for Wade to scroll through, which contained a mixture of songs he'd added from memory, or from Wade's texts, and also some recommendations the app had given him. It wasn't a long list, but Wade was smiling as he looked through it, shifting to lean his head in his hand,
"Wade likes to sing. That's what you named it?"
"Yeah, well, you do." Peter said, eyes becoming half lidded as he started to feel relaxed and happy and sleepy again, "Add that song you were singing." he told the merc.
But when Wade didn't respond, Peter frowned, noticing the merc wasn't scrolling anymore, and then Wade tapped something...and a song started playing.
A song Peter had put in a separate playlist, that only had just that one song!
"Hey! Wait!" he tried to grab the phone, even sitting up, but Wade sat up too and held it away.
Of course, Peter could have easily taken it back, but what was the point!? Wade had already seen the playlist name, seen the song name and the song was already playing, the piano intro ending and the singing beginning. Hell, Wade probably already knew the song!
Peter's stomach started to feel knotted up as the song played. Wade had just joked about a feels heavy song and possibly feeling really exposed, but right then it was Peter feeling really exposed as the first chorus of Open Arms by Journey played out.
The song was in a playlist called 'For Wade', and Peter wanted to bury his face in the pillow as the second verse started, his face becoming so, so hot, he felt like it was on fire because the lyrics were too much. But he also didn't want to take his eyes off of Wade, who was just sitting there, holding the phone up, still out of reach and listening to the song like it was the first damn time he was hearing it!
He wasn't even smiling, and in fact Peter watched him swallow slowly, as if it hurt.
The atmosphere around them also seemed really tense all of a sudden, and as the second chorus started, Peter finally gave in to groaning and flopping down, stuffing his face in the pillow. Defeated.
Crap. Crapcrapcrapcrap! He'd forgotten about saving that song so many nights ago. And Wade! He was just letting the whole damn song play! And the lyrics were so...ugh! Just as emotional and effective as they'd been on Peter the first time he'd heard them. Making his stomach feel shaky. Crap. He'd never even really cared much for music before Wade came along, but right then it was killing him to know Wade was hearing that song and probably knowing it meant something that Peter hadn't been able to say to him directly.
The song wasn't too long though, thankfully , and when the piano outro finished the room was so silent Peter wanted to scream, or pass out with his face still in his pillow. But he couldn't, because he needed to know what Wade was thinking. So, he lifted his face just enough out of the pillow to say,
"Please say something."
When Wade huffed a laugh Peter about died inside, sitting up so quickly and so angrily, with a lot offended and hurt feelings rapidly settling into his chest...which were promptly all derailed and shattered when he saw the wetness in Wade's eyes, along with a sad, grimacing smile on his face.
"I don't deserve this song, Peter." he mumbled, and his voice sounded so strained and small.
Peter had felt a shock of sadness at seeing Wade's reaction, but it was replaced with fresh anger, for a whole new reason. He held his hand out,
"Give me my phone, Wade." he said firmly.
Wade did, handing the phone over immediately with slightly widened wet eyes, and Peter glanced at the playlist to exit out of it, saying, "My phone, my playlist," and then he dropped his phone on the bed and looked into Wade's wet eyes to add, "my feelings." and it was both difficult and easy to admit it. And then it was out there. Not so plainly stated, but still.
He watched Wade carefully then, watched as the wetness in the merc's eyes became actual tears, some of which slipped out when he blinked. He actually looked a little angry as well as sad. Maybe he was angry because he was crying? There wasn't anything wrong with crying, not as far as Peter was concerned. Peter wanted to tell him that, but then Wade turned to sit on the end of the bed, sniffing and clearing his throat, facing completely away.
Peter wouldn't accept that, and immediately he moved toward him, kneeled behind him, straddling him and wrapping his arms around Wade's neck, pressing his face into the crook, where he inhaled softly and then exhaled again and pressed a kiss there,
"You don't get to tell me what I think you deserve." he scolded softly. Wade laughed again, breathy and somehow sounding bitter, totally without any mirth, and Peter just held him tighter, "Wade, seriously, I-" he cut himself off when an idea occurred to him. It was so out of left field for him, but he figured it was worth doing. So he lifted his head and looked at the side of Wade's face, "Do I need to sing it to you?" he asked, barely joking, and he saw Wade frown, but oh , the older man was fighting a small smile!
There was no reason not to follow through then. Since Wade was always so bold about singing and he never seemed embarrassed at all, Peter didn't think he should either. So, taking in a breath and steeling his resolve, he rested his chin on Wade's shoulder and said,
"I'm really not good at singing, so it's probably gonna' suck, but here goes-"
"Peter, you don't have to-"
" Lyiiing beside you, here iiin the dark, feeling your heart beat with miine. " God, even whisper singing, he sounded so awful, but Wade had stopped breathing and his eyes were just getting wetter. So Peter went on, " Softly you whisper, you're so sincere, how could our love be sooooo blind? " Wade pursed his lips, his adams apple bobbing, and Peter raised his head a bit, " We sailed on together, we drifted apart, and heeeere you are by myyyy siiiiide. " geez, he even grimaced at his own flat voice.
Wade came around though, eyes still wet and starting to smile as he whispered out,
"No, please don't do it." and Peter started grinning, letting go of Wade to sit up on his knees, "Baby, you can't hit those notes, don't do-"
" SOOO NOW I COOOOME TO YOUUUU! WITH OOOOOPEN AAAARMS! " he sang so loudly and so badly, but he was smiling and he could feel the weight that had settled in the room around them lifting, " NOTHINNNG TO HIIIIIDE! BELIEVE WHAT I SAAAAAY! " he heard Wade mutter 'dear god' as he continued, starting to dramatically mimic singing to an audience, " SOOO HEEERE I AAAAM, WITH OOOOOPEN AAAAARMS! HOPING YOU'LL SEEEE, " Peter paused to breathe, because even bad singing was hard on the breathing, and then he added with quieter bad singing, " Hoping you'll seeee, what your love means to me, open aaaarms. " he finished breathily and really flat, but his voice was a little emotional.
Wade had turned to look at him and their eyes met, the merc's eyes still damp, with some tear tracks drying on his scarred cheeks. When he spoke next, he was smiling really genuinely,
"I forgive you for your horrible singing," and his voice was just as emotional as Peter's. But then he tilted his head, his gaze trailing over the length of Peter's body as his smile became more teasing, "But only because you sang it naked, and because it's super hot that I can see my come dried on your thi- AH !"
Peter had grabbed a pillow and thwacked him solidly in the face, successfully knocking him off the bed.
About a half hour later, after they'd settled; following Wade apologizing on his knees beside the bed and then proceeding to tackle and tickle-wrestle a very hot faced and pouty Peter into accepting his apology, they were lying together, loosely spooned.
And Peter was barely awake, so he could only be about sixty percent sure he heard right, that Wade whispered 'fuuuuuck, I seriously love you' very, very quietly against the base of his neck, right before the man pressed a kiss there and sniffed softly.
Slowly, show me you know how.
Peter's spider sense went crazy at about 8 AM.
It wasn't often that something major happened in broad daylight, but it did happen.
He woke up right out of a deep sleep and scrambled around the room, still mostly asleep as he complained aloud about not having time to shower, while grabbing his underwear off the floor, and then his new suit out of the closet. It took about two and half minutes in total for him to pull himself together enough that he was suited up properly, albeit still feeling groggy and very uncomfortable.
Wade had woken up when he had, and the older super was just sitting in the bed and watching him as he rushed around. And Peter was so annoyed that he didn't have the time to take in Wade's full appearance, his bare skin, in the clear morning light, not for longer than a few brief glances at a time. But he definitely made sure to look at Wade, so Wade knew he was being looked at and that Peter was still fine with his skin, even though the man was half covered by the blanket and seemed to be sort of hunched in on himself.
In less than ten minutes, Peter was basically ready to go, and he said,
"Sorry about this, maybe, uh, I mean, will you still be here when I get back, like, can you be?" as he pulled his mask on, and then he groaned and complained, "Ugh, morning breath in my mask." at the same time as Wade said,
"Yeah, sure I can." and then he smiled sympathetically, "Been there, Baby Boy. It's better than puke breath at least."
Super gross, but,
"Yeah, I know, I've had that too." Peter admitted, heading to his bedroom window and lifting it open, "Okay, so I probably won't be long, I hope. But just, like, be comfortable or whatever, okay." and then he saw Wade give him a salute before he crawled quickly out of the window and webbed off.
The problem was pretty far away, but it was making his spider sense go really nuts, which meant it was likely not something small at all. Dammit!
Wade felt weird, sitting in Peter's bed, in Peter's bedroom, in Peter's apartment, in the bright morning light, wearing nothing but underwear. Even after Peter had left.
And in the exposing light of day, it felt unreal to think that he'd had sex with Peter in that very same bed just hours before, and having kissed Peter afterward too, fooled around with him, and then slept beside him, told him he loved him, even if Peter had been asleep when he'd said it. And wow, Peter had just gone out to be Spider-Man...with Wade's come still dried on his skin, probably with some soaked up inside him. It was a hot as fuck thought, but he felt bad for the younger super, since it was probably uncomfortable.
Wade got caught up in his thoughts though, sitting in the bed, replaying what had happened between them the night before over in his head, until he started to get an erection, then he had to stop himself because it would definitely feel way too weird to jerk off in Peter's bed. So, Wade threw the blanket off his legs and got out of the bed, only to stand for a further minute glancing around, not exactly sure what he was supposed to do with himself. Peter had said to be comfortable, problem was, he didn't feel comfortable being alone in Peter's apartment, which was ironic since he hadn't felt uncomfortable that time when he'd entered without Peter's permission. He'd had Peter's explicit permission to enter the night before though.
And yes, he meant that as a sexual pun...heh-
Wade shook his head abruptly and wiped the stupid smirk off his face, wanting to stop being a dumbass and take things more seriously. It wasn't like he was a lost cause! He'd lived domestically with another person before, he knew how to be domestic or whatever, he knew how to be in a shared space and be normal and comfortable. He was just rusty. But as he looked around the room, his gaze settled back on the rumpled bed and he started to form some ideas of how to pass the time with Peter gone.
Wade decided then, to brush up on his domesticity skills, and he went ahead and stripped the bed.
After all, he knew how to do laundry.
So, Peter didn't have a washing machine, but that was also not an issue, since Wade had previously lived without washing machines and he knew how to use building laundry rooms.
Changing his initial plans, he showered first, and then used Peter's mouthwash since he didn't have a toothbrush there, and then afterward, he dressed in his clothes from the night before, sans his mask, because he didn't want Peter to be associated with Deadpool. He made sure to pull his hoodie hood up to cover his face as much as possible though, and after grabbing the clothes basket he'd stuffed the bedding in, he left out of the actual door and went down the building's stairwell to the building's laundry room.
By the time Wade came back to the apartment, the laundry was doing itself in the building basement, and Wade was thinking about buying Peter a whole new apartment. He doubted Peter would go for that though. Boo.
Wade dropped his hood off his head once he was inside and headed back to the bedroom where he stood for another lost moment. Then he went back out into the lounge area and grabbed his phone up off Peter's paper, device and stale food cluttered coffee table. He checked his messages, seeing he had a missed call from Weasel and two texts, one from Dom and one from Dopinder. He ignored Weasel's missed call and read Dom's text, which said she'd looked into that blue energy mutant and would deal with it. He sent her a kissy face emoji just to annoy her. Then he read Dopinder's text, which was surprisingly sincere in letting Wade know he'd like to stay in contact, and for Wade to call him if he ever needed a cab. Wade sent him a kissy face emoji too. Then he opened Peter's text thread and typed out many, many kissy emojis and many, many heart eye emojis before hitting send...and hearing a beep come from the bedroom.
"Ah shit. He forgot his phone." Wade realized, shoving his phone into his jeans pocket. He was improving! That time he hadn't even considered tossing it aside.
He then stood for another lost minute, before deciding that he was pretty fucking bored. As it was, he had a very short attention span and he needed to stay busy. So he decided to try to do some more domesticity stuff, starting by clearing away the uneaten food and plates and the soda cans from the table. He then went into Peter's kitchen and tossed it all away, and since he was in there, he checked out whether Peter had all the essential groceries, because Petey needed to eaty.
He was pleasantly surprised to find Peter had a fairly good stock of groceries that time around, and also, he had the right ingredients for pancakes! Wade was great at making pancakes, he made a perfect pancake every time.
So he rolled his sleeves up and got busy.
He'd made about thirty-two pancakes!
And he'd kinda' used up all of Peter's available pancake ingredients too, but he could just buy Peter more, so he wasn't worried about that.
He had the pancakes stacked precariously on a dinner plate, and he was putting it into the microwave, hoping Peter would be back soon so the younger super could eat, when he heard Peter's phone ringing in the bedroom. Wade closed the microwave door and left the kitchen, which was in a fairly terrible state, heading to the bedroom to check on who was calling Peter, just in case.
Peter's phone was still on the bedside table since the night before, where Wade remembered putting it when they'd been ready to go to sleep. It was right next to the lube, which he'd also put there, amongst all the miscellaneous stuff of Peter's that had already been on the nightstand.
Wade arrived at the phone just when the called ended, but the screen was still lit up and he saw the notification of; 'Missed Call: May'
May? The name rang a bell for Wade, Peter had said that name before? Wasn't it his au-
Wade turned his head when he heard something, his focus narrowing sharply as he walked quietly toward the bedroom door...but he stopped just inside the door frame when he heard a key being inserted into the front door's lock, and turned.
Someone was entering Peter's apartment with a key, and that person was talking to someone else.