...a perfect combination to keep my heart on lock.

When Wade kissed him, it was with an intense rush and release of pent up desire, literally pushing Peter back and pulling him in at the same time.

The merc sealed their lips together right when his large hands gripped Peter's waist, the cotton and denim of his clothes, and lifted. Peter sucked in a breath through his nose, he felt so light, moved so easily when Wade picked him up and drew him closer, right over to straddle the spread of his muscular thighs at the edge of the sofa seat. He exhaled his next breath as a noise of pleased surprise when he was settled suddenly in Wade's lap, their lips not separating but instead going from a firm meshed press to Peter opening his mouth, welcoming Wade's tongue to slide across his lips sensually. He melted into it, breathed in Wade's heavy exhale, dug his knees into the sofa cushion as he squeezed Wade's waist between his thighs, his hands sliding down to settle on broad shoulders.

The kiss turned hot and wet and heavy then, Peter opening and closing his mouth, from wide to sucking, again and again, eagerly trying to match and be in time and sync with Wade tonguing deeply into his mouth, each lap of his tongue sucking and heated and skilled and Peter was short of breath and clutching fistfuls of the merc's shirt as he worked to keep up with the kiss.

He felt dizzy very quickly, hard pressed to take in a full breath, getting lost in Wade's presence so easily. And his heart was already racing, but it kicked up faster when Wade's hands moved, flattened and splayed, to slide up his back, under his shirt, palms calloused, rough and dry and so hot, sliding up his flanks, to his shoulder blades and back down again, fingers pressing in just so along his spine. Down and down, out from under his shirt to slide over the denim of his jeans to his backside, where Wade groped, making Peter press closer, making him moan into Wade's mouth. His body tingled and he felt so hot everywhere Wade had touched him, and continued to touch, hands sliding down the outsides of his thighs and back up over the tops, firm caresses that had Peter leaning his weight forward, pushing himself up to a higher angle, tipping Wade's head back, the merc's shoulders tensing, core muscles keeping him balanced to take Peter's weight against him.

And Peter was so much stronger than Wade, but he loved that Wade was still more than strong enough to handle him the way he'd learned he liked. Peter didn't want to be overpowered, he didn't want to be made to feel vulnerable in a weak way, but he did want to feel his size when compared to Wade's, he wanted to feel vulnerable in a sexy and sexual way. He wanted to be handled, touched and held like he was half Wade's size, because he was . It really turned him on, he'd realized it with more clarity when they'd had sex before, that he liked their size difference. And Wade touched him just the way he wanted it every time, even before Peter had known he'd like it, Wade had been making him feel slight but safe, not controlled but vulnerable, not forced but still taken.

It was just another way their sexual chemistry naturally aligned.

Peter felt a soft tremble start in his hands, his feelings of desire a pleasant but overwhelming rush, and he was just sliding his hands under the neckline of Wade's T, feeling impatient and just about ready to start pulling the shirt off, when Wade's hands moved again to hold and squeeze just under his butt. He made a half moan, half questioning sound into the kiss when the merc drew back, slowly easing them out of the lip lock. Peter's eyes opened halfway as their mouths separated, gaze down on Wade's lips, which were a little damp and slowly stretching into a sexy grin. Peter's own lips tingled as he panted in soft breaths and damn, he'd noticed before, but up close like that, his senses got a really good fill of how great Wade smelled.

"Hmm..." he hummed, smiling as well, and he didn't want to stop kissing, so he moved his arms, beginning to slide them around Wade's neck to pull the man into another kiss. But when the older super leaned in, the kiss missed, their cheeks brushed and then Wade was burying his face in Peter's neck, arms sliding around his torso to pull him into a firm hug.

Peter melted all over again, following through and wrapping his arms around Wade's neck, returning the embrace. They stayed that way for a minute, the music filling the silence and Peter feeling contentment settling over him. When he turned to press a kiss to Wade's disfigured ear, Wade quietly said,

"I fucking missed you, Pete." breath hot and voice low against his neck. "Just want to make you happy, want to be good enough. Gonna' do right by you." and his words made Peter think of S.H.I.E.L.D's offer, and of May's disapproval, which made him squeeze his arms a little tighter around Wade's neck, but in that moment, those thoughts were fleeting, and Peter completely meant it when he said,

"You do make me happy." pressing another kiss below Wade's ear. His chest felt full of soft and sweet emotion from the hug, and it felt really good just being held like that, like he was precious, with Wade's every warm breath heating his neck and shoulder, and Wade's arms comfortably tight around him...but he was also still so aroused, his erection trapped in his jeans, pressed against Wade's abdomen.

Wade was still aroused too, Peter could feel it, and the feeling of it rekindled his impatience, so he pressed another kiss, and another, and another, to Wade's ear again, then the hinge of his jaw, to his scarred cheek, and it wasn't long before Wade started to return the kisses, softly against the side of his neck. And then Wade started humming a song, which was a very Wade-thing to do, but whatever song it was, it wasn't in sync with what was playing on the phone right then.

"Hm hm hm hmm hm hmhm, hm hm hmm hmm hmmm hmm."

"Wade?" Peter asked, drawing back from the hug, which seemed to prompt Wade to sing-talk,

" 'Cause' there'll be no sunlight, if I lose you, baaaby. " Peter frowned at him when they looked at each other, " There'll be no clear skies, if I lose you, baaaby. And just like the clouds, my eyes will do the same, "

"Wade." he said with a huff.

" If you walk awaayaay, everyday it'll rain, raaaain, raaaaain, ray-ay-aaaayhmm. "

Peter did as he'd become used to, covering Wade's mouth with a hand to get him to stop, wishing the older super would read the damn room! He was trying to stop with the sad stuff. The words of whatever song Wade had been singing were way too sad, and even though Peter felt Wade hadn't been trying to ruin the mood, still,

"You're kinda' contradicting the mood music, Wade." he informed the merc, because John Legend was singing about tonight being the night and Wade was singing about crying over being left. Wade said something against his hand then, but Peter didn't understand it, so he removed his hand, but only as far as Wade's chin, just in case.

"Bruno Mars cannot contradict any mood, baby," Peter wanted to roll his eyes, "but also, this isn't really my vibe either." he said with a glance over Peter's shoulder, brown eyes a little round, too innocent, and his tone teasing.

Peter raised his eyebrows as he slid his fingers along Wade's jaw, tracing a ridge of skin that felt tender, and he smirked as he decided to play along with Wade,

"What? You don't wanna' be the best I ever had?" and it was a testament that Wade's personality was rubbing off on him that he could say something so ridiculous with an almost straight face, "Do we need to play Toni Braxton again?" he slid his arms around Wade's neck again, enjoying how Wade's gaze looked so heated, even as he snorted and smiled. It was a full smile, and it was a great smile, and Peter smiled too. Their noses touched, and they held eye contact as Wade said,

"Toni knows what's up, we are going to do it again and again and again," and heat quickly crept up his neck, Wade cutting off his huff of laughter with a quick, sucking kiss, before drawing back to say, "But John is a little short term goal orientated. I want to be the best you'll ever have ." and of course, Wade was the master of saying things like that with a straight face. Okay, mostly straight face.

They were both trying not to laugh. But they were both turned on, very close to kissing again...then they were kissing again, smiling against each other's lips at first, until it escalated, their smiles fading, lips and tongues sliding together, falling into a rhythm. Wade's hands went back to feeling him up, one under his shirt, one still on his butt and Peter let his hands roam too, down Wade's back, fisting the material of his shirt to pull it up so he could slide his hands underneath, feel Wade's skin and tensed muscle.

"Shit, Pete." Wade breathed out when they briefly broke the kiss, and Peter didn't even mean to say,

"Uh huh." and he definitely didn't mean for it to sound so wrecked. They were kissing again almost immediately, Peter opening his mouth wider with Wade's, the kiss becoming deeper as they breathed loudly through their noses and mouths, taking in a breath whenever they could.

Peter wasn't sure how long they kissed for, but when they pulled apart it was because Wade severed the kiss to leave a trail of kisses down over his chin, sucking hard enough a few times to leave marks, marks that would fade but it still turned Peter on to know they were there, even just for a while. When Wade reached the hollow of his throat he started humming again, and again, it was a different song from the one that was playing, and he continued to hum in between nuzzles and sucks and kisses, both his hands sliding under Peter's shirt, mapping out the expanse of his skin, his touch slow and firm.

Peter tilted his head to give Wade room to kiss wherever he wanted, his hands coming up to slide over Wade's shoulders, down over his tensed, firm pecs, then he shifted as much as he could without interfering with Wade's kisses, so that he could slip his hands between them, further down, to feel over Wade's equally tensed abs. And it all felt so good under his eager fingers; hot skin, hot body, the chiseled contours of muscle and the textures of uneven skin, and being in the circle of Wade's defined arms, feeling Wade's erection straining up against him. But it was also a little frustrating, because in that position he couldn't reach into Wade's jeans too easily, even popping the button would be difficult. He again considered getting Wade's shirt off, or pushing Wade to lean back, but he kind of didn't want the man's mouth to leave his skin. Honestly, he just wanted to be naked al-

Peter's breath hitched, a partial moan, as Wade's hands settled on his hips again, gripping tightly and holding him in place as the merc pressed his own hips up, at the same time licking up his neck, kissing his jaw, his chin. But the sound Peter made was also of frustration, because it didn't feel like enough, he wanted more . When their mouths aligned again, he let Wade lick right back in, kissing him back ardently while rolling his hips down, sliding his hands back up so he could dig his blunt fingernails into the meat of Wade's pecs. And he really wanted to keep going, but the couch just wasn't working for him. Maybe he was too vanilla and maybe it was lame, but he really wanted to roll around all over a bed with Wade.

Deciding that, he pushed Wade back with just enough strength that their mouths separated with a soft smack, but they were still nose to nose, breathing in each other's air. He felt Wade flex his fingers into his waist, showing restraint. And it was comforting in a way, how Wade was able to hold himself back like that, even as the hardness of his erection was plainly felt. He did try to lean in to kiss again, gently, not forcing it, but Peter kept his hands pressed to Wade's chest, and that was all it took to keep Wade there, just out of reach.

Wade panted softly, frowned a bit,

"Pete?"

He acknowledged Wade's patience with a nudge of their noses, and quietly asked,

"You got a song in mind?" voice a soft rasp. He watched Wade blink, the man frowning slightly in confusion as he registered what he'd said. Then a smile was curving his lips,

"What do you mean?" he asked, his hands starting to move again, beginning to quest under Peter's shirt, slowly, distractingly. Briefly skirting very low on his back, then ticklishly over his sides to his stomach, a rough thumb brushing into his navel, both hands sliding down onto the tops of his thighs-

Trying to focus on what he wanted to say, Peter took in a slow breath through his nose, let it out,

"You're humming something different, so," but he paused when Wade nudged their noses again, like he was returning the action, like he'd liked it. It made Peter's eyes drift closed briefly, his hands sliding up to Wade's shoulders, fingers slipping under the neckline of his T. He smiled as he continued, "so, uh, you've obviously got something else in mind, right?" he knew the music thing was a big part of Wade's personality, and Peter had come to really like that about him, he didn't want to dismiss it. There was a vibe Wade wanted, and he wanted to hear it, wanted Wade to feel, so Peter wou-

"Yeah, I could think of a couple actually." okay, no, nope, not a couple! It would take too long to let Wade compile a damn playlist.

Peter pursed his lips, shook his head once, decided,

"Choose one."

Wade blinked, made a puzzled face,

"One?"

"Just one." Peter repeated, rolling his hips again, pressing his thumbs into the dip of Wade's clavicle, watching how Wade's face shifted easily back into aroused focus, his hands tightening high up on Peter's thighs. Peter raised his eyebrows, "Choose one that is the vibe you want for right now-"

"But-"
"One. Wade." he said again, his voice a little firmer. And he found it exciting how turned on Wade looked whenever he used his 'just do it' tone, so he kept his voice like that, "And then I want you to leave your phone here and come over." he added, trying to hold back a grin.

Wade's eyes were half-lidded, and his voice was low and gruff, curious when he asked,

"Come over where?"

Peter moved exactly at that moment, and Wade made a noise of sad surprise when he slipped off the older super's lap.

Peter felt so giddy, so wanted , it was a heady feeling.

Wade made him feel that way, especially with how the merc leaned forward, as if drawn to him, hands reaching out, grasping for his hips as he stood up and stepped back. Peter caught his scarred hands, held them and briefly intertwined their fingers, before starting to walk backwards and letting Wade's hands fall,

"Come over to the bed." he answered, trying to sound as sexy and suggestive as he could, even as his ears burned and he felt uncertain about whether he was actually coming off as sexy. With the way Wade watched him though; gaze very heated, body poised to follow at the very edge of the couch seat, his mouth hanging open just so, Peter really felt like he was doing it right.

And he was proud of how he managed to step out of his sneakers and undo the fly of his jeans as he backed up, almost totally smoothly, before finally turning around to face away from Wade. He felt really good right then as he kept walking toward the bed. Wade's desire for him made him feel really confident and he was smiling when he started to pull his T-shirt up, just a little slower than usual...in case Wade was watching.

Wade couldn't not watch Peter walking away, hating to see him go, but loving to watch him leave.

His ass and legs looked so good in those jeans, and- dayum , when his shirt came off, Wade could see the dimples on his lower back, reeeally wanting to kiss those, and the subtle ripple of his back muscles. Also, how his jeans and a visible strip of his boxers rode just a little low, settled on the swell of his ass, and of course the natural sway of his lean hips as he walked...fffuuuuccck.

Wade leaned his head back, lightly squeezing his crotch as he closed his eyes briefly and silently groaned. He was such a fucking idiot , fuck the stupid playlist! Why had he even been thinking about music when Peter very, very clearly wanted to have sex!?

'Idiotidiotfuckingidiot.' he cursed himself mentally, hating and loving how Peter understood him, and had played along and just accepted what a dumbass he was and he needed to hurry the motherfuck up!

Wade dropped his head forward quickly and stood up abruptly, holding back more curses and having to adjust his stiff cock through his jeans as he walked around the tables and over to the music dock. He grabbed the phone roughly enough that it almost pulled the dock off the room divider, tapping the screen almost aggressively to stop the playlist before pulling up the song search.

One song. Peter had said one song.

He was tolerant enough of Wade's stupidity to still let him choose a fucking song, which was ironic, because right then Wade gave zero fucks about choosing a song. He wouldn't even have put the music back on earlier if Peter hadn't said to. But his mind worked the way it worked and of course he'd been humming something, because he often had some song playing in his head. Music was a form of non-violent emotional expression he'd become used to when he'd been alone for years during the blip. Sometimes, when all he'd wanted to do was scream or blow his brains out, putting on really loud music and singing instead, not only quieted the noise in his head, but it also filled the silence outside of it. And Peter didn't even know all that but he sti-

A glance over at Peter flatlined Wade's train of thought, because Peter was standing beside the edge of the bed, looking around the bedroom area, half naked in just his undone jeans with his hair a sexy mess and he was so fucking hot, not even doing anything. His lean, tight muscled body looked fair but defined under the dimmed light, adorable brown eyes looking up at the high ceiling with apparent interest, showing off the line of his throat, where Wade had left a hickey that was still very visible...

Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck. He needed to get over there! Wade looked back to his phone and started typing the song into the search, he did have a few songs in mind, but he just decided to go with the song he'd been humming, a song that was definitely his vibe. It was a song he'd actually been thinking of just that morning when he'd been kneeling beside the bed holding Peter's hand. He just hoped Peter wouldn't think he was 'contradicting the mood' again. Wade hit search just when he glanced over again to see Peter knee walking onto the bed, and just then the younger super turned around, unconsciously sexy as he shifted so he was sitting on the bed, leaning back on his arms. And Peter looked over at him, their eyes meeting and the younger super hiked up an eyebrow, pursing his lips like he wanted to smile, while his expression asked why Wade was seriously still all the way over in the lounge area.

Wade felt his cock throb inside his jeans and he looked back at the phone to see the song displayed on the screen; Nothing's Gonna' Hurt You Baby by Sex After Cigarettes.

He hit play, put the phone down and headed across the loft toward Peter.

He was done fucking around.

Peter had been watching him, and when he started to approach the younger super sat forward, seemingly about speak, but just then Wade reached back to grab his shirt by the collar, pulling it up and over his head. And as he took it off, he saw Peter's eyes widen and his mouth go slack, his cheeks visibly reddening.

Wade didn't slow his approach, completely ignoring any and all insecurities about his skin as he tossed his shirt aside, coming up to the foot of the bed, where he reached forward and grabbed Peter by his socked ankles with both hands, pulling him easily to the edge of the bed. Peter flopped back, a breath leaving him in a quick rush, mouth still hanging open and face getting more flustered even as the younger super spread his legs to allow him between them.

He looked down at Peter on the bed, their eyes locked, half lidded, watching one another for a slow, heated few seconds as Wade slid his hands down over the bent lengths of Peter's legs, Peter's breaths coming faster but still deep and his eyelids lightly fluttering. Then Peter brought his hands down to settle over Wade's own, and he lifted his hands so Peter could interlace their fingers. Slowly Peter smiled and Wade returned it as their fingers curled together over each other's knuckles. When Wade leaned forward, it was at the same time that he brought their joined hands up, pushed them back, until he was breathing in Peter's escalating breaths and pressing Peter's smaller hands into the mattress above their heads. And despite being so much stronger, Peter was totally pliant and yielding underneath him.

Quickly, Wade dipped his head to kiss Peter, a teasing short kiss, which Peter tried to follow afterwards as he pulled back. Wade smirked then, seeing how Peter already looked halfway to sexed up; upper body and face flushed, nipples hard, his lips pink and slightly wet, pupils blown out. He was so fucking gorgeous, and he was so perfectly mouthy, saying,

"I guess the right song really does put you in the mood."

Wade shook his head, tensing his upper body for show when he noticed Peter's gaze wandering,

"The music is mostly for lessening the silence, babe, there's nothing about you that doesn't put me the fucking mood." he said honestly, and he was about to say 'literally', when Peter grinned and said,

"You mean that literally, right?"

Wade proceeded to kiss the living daylights out of him. Kissed him and kissed him and kissed him until Peter's breaths were strained and his body started to tremble and Wade just kept kissing him, wanting Peter's healing factor to have to work to reduce the swelling in his pretty red lips.

It made Wade feel so much that Peter seemed to understand him, to get his humor, and that he was able to match it. He was amazing-

Fuuuck, he was amazing and sexy and bold, lifting and rolling his hips up against Wade's, clear about what he wanted as he kissed back enthusiastically, breathing heavily and flexing his fingers interlaced with Wade's. And Wade had noticed a while back already that Peter liked it when he took charge, even just a little, and right then he seemed to like that Wade was 'holding his arms' above his head.

He was so eager and responsive and Wade wanted to taste and touch him in so many ways, in all the ways he hadn't been able to the last time. So he started by leaving off from the kiss with a sucking-bite from Peter's bottom lip, then kissing and licking his way down over the younger super's cheek, jawline and chin, and then his throat, savouring the tastes

of his skin; the fresh sheen of clean sweat and a hint of fragranced soap.

Wade paused when he got to the hollow of Peter's throat, inhaled deeply,

"Fuck, you smell good," he breathed out, "taste good..." balancing some of his weight on his legs as he let go of one of Peter's hands to slide his own down over the younger super's arm, further down to where Wade rubbed his flat palm over Peter's chest first and then onto his stomach, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing, and then back up over a hardened nipple. Peter reacted to the touch with a shaken breath, and recalling how sensitive Peter was there, Wade trailed his kisses further down, opening his mouth in a soft sucking kiss over Peter's left nipple, while using his thumb to tease the other, before tweaking it gently.

"Aaah, Wade." Peter's tone was affected, shaken, and his free hand came down, followed by the other when Wade let it go, to where they slid over the bare skin of his shoulder blades and then up to hold the back of his head. Wade moved his mouth to Peter's other nipple next, being a bit less gentle with his teeth, while sliding his hands down to feel up Peter's jean clad legs, all the way down to his ankles, where he hooked his fingers into the bunched-up lengths of the younger man's socks so he could push them off.

Peter had his own ideas though, and with one sock off his foot and the other only halfway, he was pushing Wade back. But he didn't use his superstrength, and still Wade went with it, drawing back and standing up so his knees were pressed against the foot of the bed, allowing Peter to sit up. And the younger super wasted no time in using both hands to pull the button and zipper of his jeans open in a fluent motion, at the same time as he pressed an open mouthed kiss just beside Wade's navel.

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...as they shivered and breathed through another come down, Peter shifted to hold him, his arms sliding to circle under his neck and head before they both sought each other's mouth out for a kiss. The kisses were sticky and sweet and only a few, more shared breaths and little pecks than anything else, and when Wade opened his eyes after a while, he wasn't surprised to find wetness lining Peter's lashes.

The younger super was a shivering, flushed, sweat sheened mess, which was just so impossibly sexy. Wade wished he could burn the sight into his retinas and sense memory permanently, but as it was, he hoped he'd get to see it many more times in the fut-

"...w-Wade-I..." he sounded completely dazed and more than a little emotional. Wade himself felt a lump form in his throat before he pressed his face into Peters exposed throat and asked,

"You okay, baby? Was it too –much?" still panting himself.

He felt Peter's adam's apple bob against his nose, heard Peter breathe in a shuddering breath, listened to him swallow and he felt Peter's head make a movement, but he had no idea what it was.

What Peter finally said after a moment was,

"Wade, I, lah-love you, too." in a very shaken, soft and sincere voice, and Wade pressed his eyes shut, feeling some tears slip over his cheeks.

They remained that way for a short while longer, bodies pressed close and still connected and cooling down, until eventually he felt Peter's arms loosen around his neck, and Peter turned his head, nuzzled and kissed his ear, his words soft and breathy with a laugh when he said,

"M'stamina was better, right?"

Wade couldn't help grinning, pressing his smile into Peter's shoulder as he nodded,

"You're a fast learner, babe, and you adapt like a pro," he kissed Peter's shoulder, "you'll be wearing me out in no time." he hoped. A man could dream, right?

Peter huffed another laugh, then made a happy groaning noise,

"My legs feel like jelly...my whole body feels like jelly." he sounded quite pleased about it though, and he was so very relaxed above Wade too, he could feel most of Peter's weight was resting on him, it was fantastic . But he knew they had to move soon, because as flexible and relaxed as Peter was, a bent up position and dried come in certain places would become uncomfortable soon enough.

So after kissing Peter's shoulder again, Wade slowly drew back from the close embrace, shifting to hold Peter's flanks before he rolled them over as gently as he could, both for the turn and when their bodies separated. Peter still sort of flopped onto the bed, all his limbs so relaxed. Wade settled beside him and pushed a hand up through his damp, riotous, soft messy hair so it wasn't stuck to the younger man's forehead, and Peter tipped his head back into it, stretching his lithe, sexy body out and smiling dopily.

Wade smiled at him, feeling so smitten, and he kissed Peter's cheek chastely before he glanced to the side, reaching for the towel. He used it to wipe up the faint mess clinging to Peter's stomach, and then he wiped further down, trying to clean up the worst of the mess. Peter was blinking very slowly, still flushed, but Wade could guess some of the flush in his skin was from embarrassment of Wade wiping certain places on his body. But he remained relaxed and Wade even felt his fingertips begin to trace patterns between his shoulder blades when Peter contentedly announced,

"Best second first date ever."

Wade snorted and grinned, and he loved how Peter's small dopey smile turned into a full blown grin,

"You're just saying that because the sex was so good." he teased, lifting the towel away once he was done and throwing it near the other edge of the bed to deal with later.

Peter shifted with a cute shimmy to lay a little closer then,

"Hmm, yeah, but also, I really like this apartment. Or loft, or whatever it's called." he glanced around, "It's so big, and just so nice and open plan and airy." sounding a little giddy and playful and shifting his legs against the bedding as if he felt restless. Super-stamina yes please and thank you .

Wade could guess that Peter also felt tingly, all full of lingering post-sex hormones. Prostate orgasms were good like that. He returned the tickling touch of Peter's hand on his back, lightly trailing his fingers along Peter's side,

"So you want me for my dick, my digs and my money, huh?" Peter snorted, trying not to laugh, "Well, lucky for you, those are my only redeeming qualities, babemmm." Peter put a hand on his mouth, smile still in place when he said,

"Shut up dumby, stop talking shit about yourself." Wade blinked, smiling under Peter's hand, and then nodding when Peter just stared at him expectantly. But Peter didn't remove his hand, first he gave Wade a thoughtful look and asked, "You like Bruno Mars, right?"

Wade just nodded again, and then Peter's hand moved just enough that he was able to playfully pinch Wade's lips together when he said,

"Okay, then think of Treasure." he smiled somehow wider and even more gorgeous, and Wade's heart skipped several beats, not just because Peter was dedicating that Bruno Mars song to him, but because he looked so fucking happy right then, and Wade was responsible for that!

Still, even as his eyes watered and a lump formed in his throat, he had to mess with Peter, speaking through the soft pinch of his lips,

"Youf finna' fing if foo mm?" and he loved it all over again when Peter did his laugh-giggle, letting his lips go and shaking his head,

"Nooo way." saying it like Wade had lost his mind to even suggest he try to sing a Bruno Mars song. Wade of course, had to poke fun at him, so he said,

"Thank God. You're such a bad singmhemphphphphh!" but he was laughing muffled before he even finished the sentence, because Peter had covered his mouth again, pouting and glaring up at him. He'd probably wanted to reach for a pillow, but they weren't close enough to grab in time.

They were both still smiling when Wade's laughter finally faded, and after a moment of quiet eye contact, he reached up to hold Peter's wrist as the younger super's hand relaxed against his lips. Wade kissed his palm then, before pressing his mouth against it and just closing his eyes. Peter wriggled even closer, one leg drawing up to lean against his own, and then Peter kissed his chest and his neck and breathed out softly, a happy sigh. Wade felt wetness gather in his eyes and he curled into Peter slowly, managing to somehow feel small in Peter's arms as the younger man wrapped him up in hug.

There was some sniffing as they laid together for a while, until it got very quiet and Wade wondered if Peter had fallen asleep, because he was so still. He tested it by saying,

"I promise I don't always cry after sex." always managing to joke, even when he felt emotionally wrecked and weak with love. Peter snorted softly,

"It's okay, it was really, really great sex. I get it." not asleep, but sounding sleepy.

Peter was teasing though and he liked that, but he wasn't feeling merciful, emotional or not. Also he had a standard to set, so he shifted out of the hug so that he was leaning up on an elbow and looking down at Peter,

"What do you mean 'was'?"

Peter frowned, opening his sleepy eyes a little more and tilting his head,

"What do you mean, what do I mean?"

"We're not done, sweetums, there is more sex to come." he informed the younger super as he moved his hand on Peter's hip down to pointedly squeeze one fine ass cheek, "I didn't hear any neighbours, the sheriff or SWAT teams."

Peter flushed anew, so lovely every time,

"Oh my God, you don't even have neighbours, and you literally got four orgasms out of me," he tried to complain, but he was fighting a smile, "what do you want next, my soul?"

Wade, feeling rather smug, said,

"I think I already got that on the fourth one."

Peter laughed at that, and it was even lovelier with him blushing and with his fluffy hair tickling Wade's arm. He was fucking mesmerizing. His laugh softly trailed off and he kept grinning,

"You might be right about that." Wade cocked a nonexistent eyebrow to say 'ya think' and Peter huffed a few more laughs, and then he nodded while biting his lip, before hiking up his own eyebrow and saying, "Okay, but, uh," he leaned up so their faces were much closer, breaths mingling, "only if we can try the, uh, what did you call it, the uh, I think, the pearly gates something?" voice more than little curious.

"..."

Say what now?

"Uh, Wade? Wade? Are you oka-oh God! What! Are you a cartoon character!? How is your nose actually bleeding! That's not a real thing! How eve- Oh my god!?"

Wade's soul checked out right then, but dying briefly to the sound of Peter's tickled laughter was a fantastic soundtrack.