- Translation for a few parts dialogue will be at the end of the chapter.
...and you assume that it's enough.
Peter felt consciousness come to him really slowly, in a really calm and natural way.
There were no loud noises that woke him, no spider sense alert, no urgent need to pee, no bad dreams, no half asleep realization he was late to be somewhere. He just woke up naturally, which was super rare. In fact, as he laid there and slowly inhaled a deeper waking breath, eyes still closed and body very relaxed, Peter realized he couldn't remember the last time it had happened. So he savoured it for a few minutes longer, letting himself wake up properly at a nice calm pace, until eventually he opened his eyes.
His vision didn't take too long to clear, and after a few blinks and a small shift of his head, he was looking up at some of the large windows, through which Peter could partially see outside of, but could absolutely feel the warm sunlight shining in. There were so many windows in the place, and not many tall buildings outside since it was not in the heart of the city, so the sunshine at whatever time of the day it was right then was abundant. He loved it, it let in a lot of light and warmth, enough for the entire space. So despite being so big and industrial looking, it didn't feel cold at all, especially since as he laid there, a large swathe of sunlight was cutting across the bed, right over his middle. It was really nice.
He smiled, half of it hidden in the...pillow under his head. Peter raised a lazy eyebrow. He was laying on his stomach, and he sleepily noticed that besides the pillow, his naked body was mostly covered by a thin sheet thrown over him. He didn't actually recall falling asleep, but he didn't need to, to know he'd been exhausted by the time they'd called it a night, or well, actually, it hadn't been 'night', more like dawn. And obviously Wade had thoughtfully put a pillow under his head and covered him. His smile broadened then, not only because he was thinking of how attentive Wade was to his comfort, but also because he was thinking about the night before, of how attentive Wade had been to his pleasure. And remembering all the ways in which Wade had made him feel so, so good, got him thinking of the fact that he'd never, ever had so much sex . Damn. He hadn't even ever thought of 'super stamina' sex before Wade came along. It had definitely been eye opening for him, and he'd loved every second of everything he'd experienced.
He was absolutely hoping to experience so much more with Wade in the future.
Peter turned to shove his heating face into the pillow abruptly when he experienced an embarrassing, but at least muffled, giddy moment. He stayed that way for a few long seconds, until he felt a little calmer, then he turned his face out again, still struggling to reel in his ridiculous grin as he tried to focus on taking mental stock of his body. The material covering him was very light, and was mostly on his lower half and slightly bunched around his legs, his feet open. And even though his healing factor meant he felt no residual aches from the night before, at least some things remained, like the sweat he could feel dried on his skin, and the relaxed feeling he had throughout his body, and he knew there were undoubtedly a few other pleasant reminders in intimate places.
He was pretty happy that some things would linger for a while, and also, he just felt really happy in general, as well as a little stupidly shy about the whole thing because it'd all been so intense, even more so than their first time. Peter rubbed his face into the pillow he was holding squished under his head and then he sighed contentedly, closed his eyes and kept smiling, feeling so at ease he thought he might fall asleep again...but then, he noticed some cool air ghosting over his skin, as if there were a breeze coming in from somewhere. Maybe Wade had opened some windows?
The breeze felt just as nice as the sunshine...
And yeah, so...Wade? Peter was feeling so comfortable and blissed out since waking up, that he hadn't wondered just where Wade was. He supposed it was a good sign emotionally, because it meant he didn't feel insecure about Wade not being there. Still, where the heck was he? Peter opened his eyes then and shifted his head again, just enough to look around at what he could see from where he was lying. He knew the man wasn't on the bed with him because he was kind of in the middle of it, and he could also see into a part of the bathroom, where there wasn't anyone either. Aside from that, he could just see crates and boxes piled near a corner and under one of the windows.
He had honestly been thinking about sleeping more, but when he listened carefully and wasn't even able to hear any noises he could identify as being Wade, he felt just a little confused, and yeah, maybe his stomach tensed up just a bit. So much for not feeling insecure. Peter gave up on sleep and pushed himself up before turning over so he was leaning up on his elbows, and he first looked at the bed, seeing a spot beside him that looked slept in, and then with a slight frown he looked out into the rest of the open apartment he hadn't been able to see before.
Past the kitchen area Peter could see the lounge section quite clearly, and he felt immediate relief to see Wade sitting on the sofa, seemingly busy with something he was looking down at. Maybe his phone? Also, he was wearing his mask. The sofa Wade sat on put the merc at an angle that left him facing mostly away from the bedroom area, so he seemingly hadn't noticed Peter being awake. Peter himself had no idea how long Wade had been awake for, but he could smell coffee and some kind of baked goods, and Wade also appeared to be wearing a hoodie, so maybe he'd gone out to buy something? That would mean he'd been awake for a while already. Peter wasn't sure how to feel about Wade having gone out, he just wasn't sure how he would have reacted emotionally if he'd woken during that time to the man not being there. But he also felt silly for being so paranoid and clingy, recognizing that the stress was counterproductive to his own wishes to move forward, so after sitting up properly and taking in a quiet breath, he exhaled the unnecessary worries. Because Wade was right there, in plain sight, and everything was fine.
He started to get off the bed then, pushing the sheet aside, the scent of fresh coffee making him realize he was really thirsty. And yeah, water would be nice, but the coffee he wanted to drink sooner rather than later. After standing up though, Peter felt the need to pee catch up to him, and that immediately felt way more necessary, so he cast one more look in Wade's direction, to find the man still hadn't noticed he was awake, before he turned and went toward the open entrance of the bathroom, grabbing up his boxers out of the pile of his jeans on the floor, tossing it over his shoulder as he went.
In the doorless bathroom, which was kind of weird and would definitely be difficult to adjust to, Peter quickly relieved himself, and when he finished he started to pull his shorts on, but he paused when he noticed the inside of the glass enclosed shower stall was wet, which meant Wade had definitely already showered. That made him feel all the more aware that he was also in need of getting clean, because even though Wade had done some perfunctory cleaning up after their last round, Peter did feel a vague wetness between his butt cheeks since he'd stood up. So even though he really wanted that coffee, after so much sex and its inevitable physical aftermath, he decided he should shower first.
He didn't bother to pull his shorts on then, instead he absently tucked them over an empty towel rail as he started to look around the bathroom, which was a big space with two high horizontal frosted glass windows that let in the day light, and there was as a large shower stall and a toilet. Additionally, there were two separate counter spaces, one of which included a wash basin, and there were also some built in cupboards and some rails and hooks installed on the walls. Aside from the rails though, the walls were bare, not just because there were no mirrors, but also, they were not painted or tiled, which left the bathroom mostly grey with exposed concrete and brick. But Peter didn't care about any of that, it didn't bother him that there was construction dust and sand under his bare feet, or that the bathroom could obviously use a basic clean, because he knew that Wade's set up in that place was pretty haphazard and the decision to stay there had been sudden, so he wasn't complaining.
He'd presently opened one of the cupboard doors to look for a towel, but just then he spotted an open box just to the side, filled with what looked like wholesale purchased white towels. Peter closed the cupboard and went over to the box, glancing around as he reached in for a towel. He noticed then that the other boxes were all filled with different wholesale bathroom necessities. It didn't make sense to think Wade had somehow purchased all the stuff the day before, so he could only assume it'd always been there. Maybe it was just something Wade always had in his safehouses? Like the weapons...
As he unfolded the towel, finding it quite large and soft, Peter vaguely recalled seeing boxes, empty and not, lying around in both of Wade's other places he'd been to, making the assumption add up.
'Safe houses stocked with basic necessities...and guns.' he thought as he sniffed the towel, which smelled like factory chemicals. ' So many safehouses, all around the world. ' of course, he'd have preferred a washed towel, but he would take what he could get for the moment. He was about to sigh, feeling thrown off again by how much he still didn't know about Wade. But then he smiled instead, because he remembered Wade had said he'd give him all the info about his safe houses, and that he'd make himself contactable somehow. None of it was in place yet, but Peter trusted Wade would actually do what he'd said he would. He trusted Wade a lot.
Having found a towel, and thinking about Wade and possible coffee flavoured morning kisses, he wanted to get done showering faster, so he made his way to the shower stall and stepped in. The shower was large, which was nice, even though some of the tiling on the walls was incomplete and the floor was sandy. But as expected, he saw there were already body cleaning products in there from when Wade had showered, although one in particular didn't look wholesale. It looked expensive, and when he picked it up and popped the cap, he sniffed it and discovered it smelled expensive too. And good, it smelled good, good like Wade had smelled the night before. He figured Wade must have purchased it just the day before, maybe when he'd bought all those fancy lubes. Peter blushed as he closed the bottle and set it back down with the rest, thinking of how good Wade had smelled all through the night...and also how one of the lubes had had the words Back Door boldly printed on the bottle. Geez. Not subtle at all.
Feeling amused, he shook his head as he opened the faucets, staying out of the spray at first to avoid the cold water, and then sighing happily when it ran hot way faster than his own shower. He stepped under the spray then, letting the hot water soak his skin.
He didn't spend too long in the shower, just long enough to wash himself clean.
When he was done, he grabbed the towel from where he'd left it on the empty rail beside the stall and after giving his hair a cursory ruffle to stop the excess of dripping water, he wrapped it around his waist. As he stepped out, Peter made a face because the grainy dry floor felt ten times more uncomfortable under his bare wet feet. He had a fleeting thought about sweeping the floors, but he doubted Wade had a broom in the place. He'd seen a boxed cotton candy maker on the kitchen floor, which hadn't even surprised him, but he hadn't yet seen a single piece of cleaning equipment amidst all the boxes and crates and random furniture.
Wade just didn't seem like the kind of guy who'd think cleaning stuff was a necessity, but a cotton candy maker? Of course . Peter was smiling at Wade's personality oddities as he walked a few steps to the bathroom counter, where he paused and looked at where there should have been a mirror. He blinked, feeling oddly lost without the reflective surface he was so used to consulting on his appearance anytime he was in a bathroom, but after a moment, unable to see his face, he turned his attention to looking down at his body. He'd intended to take stock of how his healing bruises were doing...and yeah, the bruises on his ribs were almost gone, but he barely paid attention to them because he was flushing hotly at seeing two light hickeys on his stomach and fading fingerprint bruises on his left hip, peeking out from beneath the towel tucked on his waist.
Those hickey's though, how dark had they been that they were still there? Or had he not been asleep for very lo-
"Are you decent, Baby Boy?" Wade's voice made him look up to where a mirror would have let him see the doorway behind him, "If not, I'd still very much like permission to enter," Wade paused rather obviously, humming as Peter turned around, "specifically, I'd like permission to enter and see you, if you're, in fact, not decent." he added, and Peter was already starting to smile. He couldn't see Wade though, the merc was standing out of view of the open bathroom entrance. He opened his mouth to say something, but just then Wade's hand appeared in the doorway, holding up a venti Starbucks cup. "Bee tee dubs, I got you coffee, and I got breakfast too, because I know your fine ass is in need of a lot of calories after the work out I gave it last night." he said, sounding smug, and sexy and saying ridiculous embarrassing stuff so easily, which just made Peter grin.
"Is it only my ass that needs calories?" he asked playfully, thoughts of kissing Wade making him take a step forward, but then he stopped and his smile disappeared when he remembered he hadn't had a chance to brush his teeth yet!
"I was using 'ass' to informally refer to your whole lovely self, baby," Wade said, and Peter doubted that, "but yesiree, your super fine actual ass will benefit from the cals too." he brought his hands up to cup over his mouth, quietly testing his breath, "And I'd be happy to personally assess it both before and after to see how your booty is doing." and okay, it wasn't totally awful, but it was still pretty stale, "I'd apply a very hands-on, thorough approach-" Peter eyed the coffee cup Wade was still holding up, the urge to kiss the merc increasing with every stupidly cute, nonsense thing he was saying. He figured the coffee wouldn't be a bad way to mask the worst of his morning breath until he could brush. It was a weak plan, but a plan nevertheless!
Deciding that, he went to the doorway, holding the frame and popping his head out to say,
"Hey." interrupting Wade's monologue about being an 'ass whisperer in a past life'. He barely managed to keep his smile from faltering though, because Wade was still wearing his mask, and not even rolled up, but covering his entire face. He was able to control his reaction, not outwardly showing that it bothered him, even as he felt irritation settle in his chest, because he could tell Wade was smiling at him, but couldn't see it! The merc's mask was still expressive enough that Peter could see how his face lit up happily at seeing him,
"Hey yourself." Wade said, and he kept smiling, because he was still happy to be with Wade. He wasn't going to let that stupid mask ruin his mood, so he moved past it, asking,
"So, uh, what did you get me?" referring to the coffee as he stepped out of the bathroom completely, reaching for the hot cup.
"Got you a standard latte, since I don't actually know what coffee you like." he answered, releasing the cup to Peter, who smirked at how distracted Wade sounded, the merc having realized he was wearing nothing but a towel. And Peter didn't think he looked any particular kind of attractive or sexy after a shower, he'd seen himself thousands of times before, but the heat in Wade's eyes, the way the man looked at him, made it obvious Wade saw him very differently than he saw himself. After the night before, there was officially no place on his body Wade hadn't put his hands and mouth, and yet the older super still looked at him like he wanted to do it all over again. Right then. All six times, and maybe more. Probably more. Peter had passed out after the sixth round, but Wade hadn't. The man was insatiable ! And Peter couldn't even pretend that he didn't love it.
He pressed his smirk to the cup lid and sipped the coffee, taking a moment to run his own heated gaze over the older man, feeling turned on just thinking about the night before. He also felt his attraction to Wade further stoked at seeing him wearing just a plain hoodie and sweatpants; the sleeves of the hoodie rolled up so his forearms were bare, his hands and feet too. It was just the mask that was out of place.
"Is it fine?" Wade asked, and Peter raised his eyes from ogling how Wade filled out his comfortable clothes, meeting the merc's eyes. Peter could tell he was smirking under the mask and he nodded,
"Yeah, it's," he paused to clear his throat, taking another sip, "uh, it's good, thanks. I'm not a fancy coffee kinda' gu-," he cut himself off when Wade stepped closer suddenly, slipped behind him, his warm clothed upper body pressing lightly against the bare shower damp skin of his back. And Peter felt the usual flush come over his skin, his heart rate picking up when Wade's large hot hands settled on his naked hips, "uuuh, not a, a kind of fancy, uh, fancy coffee kind of person, kind of guy." he babbled, sentence formations failing him because Wade was pulling him back, fingers pressing in where there were still bruises, the merc pressing their bodies together firmly, heat and rigid muscle felt through clothes, through the towel. And then he nuzzled the side of Peter's neck where residual water from his hair left his skin wet, sensitive to Wade's breathing, even through the mas-
"Hmm, smells so good." Wade's voice was rumbly and sexy and Peter's breathing was escalating. He was still annoyed though, that it was Wade's mask brushing against his skin, not the merc's scarred lips. Peter wanted the mask gone, wanted those lips on him, wanted to kiss Wade. He leaned back into the older man's body, eyes half lidded as he tried to calm down, not wanting to tent the towel too obviously. He concentrated on taking another sip of the coffee as Wade continued to nuzzle his neck and wet hair line. But it was hard to stay focused, his eyes drifting closed when Wade's arms encircled his waist and the scent of his cologne filtered in through the aroma of coffee. He really smelled good, as if he'd woken up, showered with his fancy soap and used whatever cologne he had, just so Peter could enjoy it. It was all so domestic and so comfortable, all except for one thing,
"Any specific reason you're wearing your mask?" he asked softly, not wanting to seem like it was an issue. Wade's nuzzling paused then, and for a split second he thought Wade was going to revert back to his excuses of insecurity or something, but then one of the merc's arms slipped away from his waist and he reached up, pulling his mask off his head without hesitation as he said,
"Shit, sorry Baby Boy, I forgot I was wearing it. I put it on so I didn't give the delivery guy nightmare fuel from seeing me-oof!"
Peter lightly elbowed him in his stomach, turning his head to give the merc a scolding look,
"We agreed, no insulting yourself." he reminded, relieved that there was no serious reason for the mask, but disapproving of Wade's self-deprecation. And Wade, now maskless, just grinned and tossed the mask aside somewhere before rewrapping his arm around Peter and leaning in for a kiss.
Peter was smiling as his eyes slid closed, his head leaning further back so he was at a better angle to meet the kiss-
But their lips never touched, because they heard the faint ringing of a phone and they both turned their heads to look across the large place, all the way across the apartment, to where the ringing sounded like it was coming from inside his bag-
"Shit!" he stood up straight, eyes wide, "I was supposed to text May!" he said in a bit of a panic, not even having any idea what time it was right then. Wade's arms had slipped from around his waist and he quickly pushed the coffee cup into the merc's hands, Wade just barely taking it before Peter was moving Spidey style lengths across the loft to get to his bag over near the entrance.
It took two quick steps and three leaps with a hand on the knot of his towel before he landed with sticky feet to halt his momentum, grabbing his bag where it was on top of one of Wade's many weapons crates. He unzipped it hastily and had to dig through the few changes of clothes he'd packed and other 'staying over' items to find his ringing phone. He couldn't even recall how it'd ended up in his bag! He'd been so distracted the day before. After a few seconds of moving stuff around and chanting ' come on come on ', he managed to fish it out, and he immediately answered the call with,
"Hey, hello, May, I'm here, I'm fi-"
"Peter Benjamin Parker!"
Wade was approaching Peter, still processing how hot it was to have watched a mostly naked Spider-Man leap across his apartment, when he heard Peter's aunt yell his whole name in stressed anger on the other end of the line. Damn. She sounded pissed off.
He watched Peter flinch the phone away from his ear, the device almost dropping to the floor as it slipped from his fingers, but the younger super easily managed to catch it again because of his super reflexes. The yelling had continued on the phone, and by the time Peter held it up a few centimeters from his ear, he looked so terribly guilty that Wade actually felt bad for him.
He started to say,
"May, I'm- I'm sor- please," but the angry scolding continued, "I'm sorry, I know, I know, yeah, I was-, I just, it's-" but even though he was trying, auntie May was not letting up, and once Wade was finally only a few feet away, he was able to more clearly make out the yelling lecture she was laying on Peter. She was yelling about him making her worry herself sick, and something about how he hadn't failed to contact her in weeks and how his missed contact the night before had really freaked her o-, "I'm sorry, I just for-I haven't in we-, I know, I, May, I was just, I-" she was still sounding angry as she continued, but Wade could hear more of the fear and concern bleeding into her voice.
The shouting quieted a bit after a while of Peter just saying 'I know' and 'I'm sorry', and eventually Peter, still looking so guilty, sighed deeply, sadly, his bare –very kissable- shoulders sagging as auntie May went on less and less angrily, but with more emotion. Peter kept listening and nodding, until he was finally able to talk without being drowned out, saying,
"Yeah, I get that, it's messed up that I forgot. I really didn't mean to and I'm so sorry, really, May." sounding like he really meant it. Wade could no longer make out what May was saying then, but he noticed how Peter's eyebrows went up before the younger man glanced at him, "Yeah, I'm at, uh, I'm at Wade's."
Oh. Okay. May was asking where Peter was right then. But Peter hadn't mentioned that he wasn't at home, which meant she'd possibly been to Peter's apartment and found him missing, or maybe she was calling from there right then.
There was some silence that followed on their side, as May talked at a normal, calmer pitch and Peter listened. Eventually he frowned,
"It's actu-uh, well, it's not that, like, I couldn't exactly have told you before that I might stay over here, because it's, it's a bit-" May interrupted, maybe asked a question, and Peter frowned, "It's kinda' been a, uh, rough couple of wee-" he cut himself off then when she said something else, and Wade watched how his expression suddenly became really sullen and sad. May saying something else, voice a little raised, but not yelling. Then Peter shook his head lightly, "Yeah, the bottom line is I'm fine. I know you don't want to hear anything else about it." he said, somehow sounding both vulnerable and guarded.
It had Wade frowning too, more than a little confused. He felt like he was missing something.
"I'm not, no, come on, May, no I'm not trying to be a jerk, May, I just-," a frustrated sigh, "I know you don't like-," another sigh, quieter, tenser, his jaw clenching and Wade's stomach felt a little tense, because it sounded a lot like Peter was possibly talking about May not wanting to hear about the younger super being there, with him. Did that mean May had an issue with them being together? Okay, it would make sense if she did, for lots of reasons, but what was her specific reason? Wade couldn't help wondering if his disappearing act had something to do with it, or maybe that'd just made it worse?
Feeling guilty himself now, and a little angry about having probably caused problems between Peter and his aunt, Wade stopped listening to the phone call, instead turning around to head back to the kitchen area, where the Starbucks delivery bag sat, filled with their breakfast. Wade set Peter's coffee down on the counter and then occupied himself with taking the breakfast stuff out of the bag, tearing open the individual package baggies of different pastries to lay them out and open on the counter. He was trying not to think about what Peter had been going to say following 'I know you don't like', but it was difficult not to wonder or make assumptions. Did May not like Peter being at his place? Or did she not like them together? Or did May just not like him in general?
Did May know abou-
"Sorry about that," Peter said as he popped up at Wade's side, at the same time settling a hand on his lower back, "my aunt was kind of freaking out about not hearing from me." Peter downplayed the conversation, as if Wade hadn't been standing right there. Wade's mind was in fairly negative places right then, but he knew he had to shake it. They'd had a really great night, which unlike last time, had so far had a good morning after. And it had potential to be great! He didn't want anything to ruin that. Peter continued talking, saying, "She showed up to my apartment and when she didn't find me there, she really almost lost it, and it's so late too." sounding like he felt mountains and mountains of guilt. He placed his phone down on the counter then, still lit up and showing it was after 11 AM. Wade looked from it to him, and decided to try to lighten the mood,
"Can't say I know from experience, but now that she knows you're okay, she'll probably just feel relieved and go on with her day." he said, having no idea if what he'd just said made sense. He knew he was shit at saying comforting stuff about family things, he just hoped he wasn't making it worse.
He smiled then and slid Peter's coffee over to him, and Peter smiled right back, looking genuinely grateful, his smile beautiful as he picked up the coffee and took a generous drink from it. Wade just stared at his gorgeous face, his soft, smooth skin, half dried fluffy brown hair, and his eyes inevitably tracked down to appreciate the still visible hickeys on Peter's neck and stomach, as well as the finger bruises he'd spotted earlier. Looking down, he realized Peter had exchanged the towel for a pajama pants, and that was disappointing in a way, but also adorable, because they were actual pajama pants. Like, blue and white checkered pajama pants. Towel or pants though, he was still half naked and so sweetly sexy, somehow looking all soft and glowy and lovely in the bright morning light.
Wade was moving to stand behind Peter again without overthinking it, wrapping his arms around the younger man's bare waist and leaning down to kiss one of the few small moles he spotted on Peter's left shoulder. He was making a concerted effort to ignore the fact that bright day lighting no doubt made every hideous feature of his skin plainly visible, and Peter really helped him tamp down his concerns with the way he comfortably leaned back into his chest, humming pleasantly around a bite of one of the bagels, saying,
"Fis ish goof."
"I got different kinds of whatever they had because I didn't know what you'd like."
"Um nof fuffy." he was already chewing on a second bite, and then taking a third before he'd even swallowed...which was almost enough to finish one bagel. Wade loved his appetite! It rivaled his own! And he loved how Peter fit in his arms as he squeezed just so, pulling the younger man tighter against him, the smaller breadth of Peter's shoulders nicely bracketed by his own. And standing upright with their height difference meant his semi-hardness was pressed into Peter's lower back. He'd been partially hard all morning actually, since waking up to the sight of Peter, perfect and naked and sleeping satisfied and soundly in his bed. Seriously, it was a thing of fantasy!
He kissed Peter's shoulder again, then the curve of his neck, leading up to his ear and Peter tilted his head to give him room as the spidery super set his coffee down after having taken a drink from it. He was reaching for a croissant then, and Wade was focused on renewing a particular hickey on his neck before it totally faded, when Peter said,
"My, uh, aunt said that she..." he trailed off, sighing softly as he nibbled on a flake of almond, and Wade stopped what he was doing, feeling his stomach drop, expecting bad news. He didn't let go though, rather he squeezed Peter a little tighter and inhaled against the side of his neck, waiting until the younger man chose to continue talking. And when he did, he said, "She wants a way to contact you in future." and Wade's sigh of relief against his neck made him squirm cutely, huffing out a tickled laugh as he added, "You know, for, like, if she can't reach me." finally taking a huge bite out of the almond croissant he'd picked up.
And yeah, Wade was relieved because...well, he hadn't been expecting that .
Of course, saying no wasn't an option, so he started with,
"Sure," but with his line of work and how often his phones got fucked up, sometimes actually unavoidably, there would be some complications. Wade wasn't sure how well it would work out, so he asked, "but, you know I'm not always reachable either. How are you gonna' explain how I sometimes won't be contactable, or how come my number will be chan-"
"It won't happen often." Peter had just swallowed another sip of his coffee, and he set the cup down, followed by the half-eaten croissant, before turning around in the circle of Wade's arms to face him. Wade felt warm and light in his stomach with how comfortable Peter was with him, the younger man leaning back against the counter and putting his arms around his waist, pulling him closer to lean against him as he looked up, "I actually would rather make more of a point to not forget so it might never happen," he made a bit of a flinching expression, "but just in case it does, maybe you could have a home number, you know? Like, a phone you just leave here," he glanced to the side and up at the ceiling and then shrugged, "or where ever else you're staying in future, so it can't get lost or damaged."
Wade heard a hint of disappointment in Peter's tone in that last sentence, probably because he liked it there and didn't want him to move anywhere else. And that was fine, because Wade had already made the decision to make the place his 'home', and that morning he'd already started making plans for setting it up for a more permanent stay. With that already decided, it wasn't hard to agree with what Peter wanted. He nodded, looking into hopeful brown eyes,
"Yeah, baby, no problem-o, I can easily leave a phone here for that, shit, I'd get a fucking landline if you wanted." and he smiled because Peter was smiling again, looking pleased and relieved,
"That'd be great, thanks Wade." he said quietly, and then his expression shifted, and he looked a lot like he wanted to be kissed.
Wade, who very much wanted to kiss him all the time, obliged, leaning down to capture his soft lips in a partially open-mouth suck, and Peter didn't hesitate to part his lips wider, leaning his head back and meeting Wade's tongue with his own.
It wasn't a long kiss, but it was a fantastic one. Not tongue filled, but also not particularly chaste, and Wade's cock was back to being semi-hard by the time they finally drew apart. Auntie May's call had killed his aroused buzz before, but it was back like a snap, and yet, despite how horny he felt, the seconds that followed in which they just looked at each other didn't feel sexually charged. Instead, it felt sweet and mushily loving, with Wade unable to help staring at the cute smile lingering on Peter's kiss-reddened lips. And while he had no idea what Peter was thinking while looking at his fucked-up face, he didn't think it was anything bad, because Peter looked happy.
Soft and happy and like he didn't want to be anywhere else.
It still felt surreal to Wade that he was the reason for it-
"We should actually talk, though." Oh. Cue another stomach lurch. "About my aunt," Aaaand bye-bye boner. Wade could only nod, maintaining eye contact even though it was really hard to do so right then with a fresh swell of stress filling his chest.
"Sure." he said as evenly as he could, always expecting the worst and mentally preparing himself for it.
"And also, there's something else."
"..." something else? He was pretty sure he hadn't fucked up anything else since the last time they had a serious talk! Wade fought the urge to swallow too obviously as Peter glanced off to the living room area, mumbling,
"There's some other stuff I need to tell you."
That comment made Wade frown, because Peter said 'need to tell ', which meant maybe it wasn't something he'd done wrong? Wade wasn't sure which possibility was worse. And what could it be about, their relationship? Did Peter want to tell him about something to do with his absence? Had something changed? Was there some new issue? Why hadn't he mentioned it the previous morning? Wade supposed it wouldn't be too surprising if there was another shoe waiting to drop, because even though Peter had claimed he was over what had happened, with his luck, he really doubted it could be that simple.
He didn't want to blindly speculate though, it had caused too much trouble before, so he just nodded again and steeled himself for whatever was to come, saying,
"Yeah, course', Pete." because no matter what, he had no intention of letting Peter down again.
Peter belatedly noticed some tension in Wade, and he only realized then that saying 'they needed to talk' sounded pretty ominous. Despite that, Wade was so agreeable! Peter didn't want him assuming anything bad, so he raised his eyebrows and shook his head,
"It's nothing bad, I swear." and he saw Wade blink twice before he relaxed somewhat. Happy to be able to plainly see the older man become less concerned, he tried to be even clearer, "I just want to, like, catch you up on some things." he hoped that sounded less ominous.
Wade didn't nod again, he was just still for a moment before he raised his non-existent eyebrows and surprised Peter by suddenly withdrawing his arms, only for large hands to grab his waist and lift him off the ground to sit on the edge of the counter. Peter made a small surprised sound, quickly glancing down to the side to find he'd barely missed to knock his coffee over. He moved it aside then, before turning to smile at Wade after the man pecked a kiss to his cheek.
"I'm happy to talk, Petey," Wade said, voice playful, "but I'll be supery dupery happier if I can do it while standing right," the merc slotted himself comfortably between his legs, " here. " And Peter was all too happy to accommodate him, hooking his feet against the backs of Wade's muscled thighs and sliding his arms around the man's neck and shoulders,
"I'm totally cool with that idea."
Wade hummed, bobbed his brow,
"I can tell." he said in his lower, sexy rumbly tone as he slid his hands down the outer sides of Peter's thighs. It felt really good, the feeling of Wade touching him stirring up all his earlier desire, making him shiver, making him want to forget about talking and just go back to kissing, which would almost definitely end up being a 'one thing leads to another' situation that always happened in movies. The bed was not far after all, and they were all alone, and his spider-sense hadn't yet even peaked slightly since he'd woken up.
The entire moment was almost ideal, and the idea of having some cliché romance sexy moments in his crazy life really made him feel giddy, but , May's tense, stressed voice was still ringing in his ears, reminding him of the fact that she didn't approve of Wade. And also of the fact that a lot of his and Wade's earlier relationship problems stemmed from him procrastinating or outright ignoring needing to talk about important stuff.
So they needed to talk.
He sighed, and immediately Wade stopped feeling up his thighs, the merc's hands settling behind either of his knees as his demeanor became more solemn. Peter met his gaze and Wade asked,
"What's on your mind, Baby Boy?" voice mostly level, but Peter sensed some tension had returned, and also a hint of concern. He sighed again, because even though the discussion wasn't about them being together directly, indirectly, it was. It was about Peter's only family, not accepting them being together. It was kind of a serious thing, and he really didn't know how to address it in any way that wouldn't sound negative, so he decided to start by admitting,
"I told my aunt about you." holding eye contact. He waited only a few seconds for Wade to say something, which he did with a small frown,
"I kinda' thought she already knew you were seeing me?" and he looked even more worried about it for some reason. Peter clarified,
"Yeah, no, I mean, she knew about you, but I..." he fought the urge to fidget his fingers behind Wade's neck, "A few weeks back, we had an argument and I, uh, I told her about you, like, in more detail, you know?" and maybe he looked as guilty as he felt, because Wade raised a brow, still looking worried. Peter thought he might say something, but when several seconds passed with nothing, he decided to keep talking, to try to explain. "I hope you're not mad, but she was asking questions and she was pretty angry and I really hated that I'd been lying to her, so I ended up answering her questions." he sighed again, shook his head, drawing his hands back to hold Wade's shoulders, "I'm sorry-"
"Hey, no, no apologies." Wade cut him off gently, squeezing behind his knees before removing his hands, moving to set them on either side of his hips on the counter top, leaning a little closer, "And of course I'm not mad, shit, she's your family," he paused, and then he smirked, "and I wanna' be your family too, so I'm fine with whatever you told her. I'm fine with whatever you want, Pete."
Peter kind of felt totally melty hearing Wade say he wanted them to be family, because his tone was very honest and intimate and his words implied a really serious level of commitment the older man hadn't even hinted at before. It was both scary and just really awesome, appeasing many of his subconscious lingering concerns and insecurities.
He wasn't blushing, but it was a near thing as he nodded and then said,
"I'm happy to hear that, because," he dragged the word out a bit, "I kind of told her everything." he admitted, still feeling guilty and apologetic and pursing his lips as he looked into Wade's slightly wide brown eyes.
"Everything, huh?" he asked, sounding like he thought only bad things could result from such a thing.
Peter nodded and shrugged, shifting his fingers on Wade's shoulders,
"Yeah, like, that you're a mercenary, and a, um, a mutate, and that your...mutation disfigured your skin." he said the last one with his eyes darting over Wade's face before meeting his wide eyes again. He bit his lip then, swallowing nervously and feeling ready to apologize again as seconds ticked by, but then Wade made an 'okay then' face and said,
"So, I assume she fucking hates me?" voice and smile strained.
And ouch. But yeah. Well, she certainly didn't have any good feelings toward Wade. Peter couldn't maintain eye contact then, and he couldn't help that a lump formed in his throat either. It was a serious thing after all...
There was some silence that followed, until eventually the merc sighed, shifting like he was going to pull back, but Peter kept his legs hooked in place and he tightened his grip on Wade's shoulders, looking seriously and openly into the merc's eyes again when he said,
"I told her I won't break up with you just because she doesn't approve." and somehow that made Wade look even more worried. Peter felt anxiousness rise in his chest, "I want to be with yo-"
"Peter, she's your only family," Wade said, voice serious but a little croaky, "I don't wanna' be the reason you guys don't-"
"Wade," Peter cut him off, clenched and unclenched his jaw, " I want to be with you . And I'm not a kid, I can't be told, or, or like, influenced, about who I-"
"But you also can't let me get in the way of your relationship with your aunt, Peter. I'm not worth ruinin-"
"Quit saying stuff like that!"
"But it's tr-umph." Peter had to cover his mouth, hating to hear Wade talk so crappy about himself all that damn time!
" I decide what I'm worth, I decide who's worthy of being with me. I make those kinds of decisions about my own life." he said as surely as he felt about it, looking right into Wade's serious gaze and frowning face. And then he relaxed his hand and said, "And you have to make that decision for yourself about me, Wade." and he heard the vulnerability in his voice when he asked, "Do you want to be with me, despite whatever and whoever?"
He watched the merc's serious, upset expression turn super soft, his expressive brown eyes filling with open emotion as he nodded and breathed out an emphatic 'fuck yes', which allowed Peter to let out a relieved breath and smile as he slowly slid his arms back around Wade's shoulders, leaning forward so their foreheads were touching. They were both smiling sadly.
After a short while, Peter sniffed and added,
"Besides, our relationship isn't going to be ruined." or so he hoped. He really, really hoped. "It's just a little strained right now." which was definitely how it felt. May still needed to check on him, to know he was okay and she still cared and would never abandon him. They just weren't really being...sociable with one another, so to speak.
"I'm sorry, Peter-"
"Don't make me put my hand on your mouth again, Wade." he warned, briefly tightening his arms around the merc's broad shoulders, and smiling when Wade huffed a sighing sort of laugh. Then Wade leaned back and with sudden enthusiasm, grabbed his thighs with a light smack and asked,
"Should I try to buy her favour? I could send her a gift basket! Maybe two, or five, or ten gift baskets?" Peter just blinked and frowned, feeling amused, "There are so many choices, I could max out the options! Fruit and snack baskets, self-pampering baskets, liquor baskets, chocolate baskets, cosmet- oooh, is your aunt more of a Chanel lady? Or maybe she's a L'Oréal gal, because she's worth i-"
"Oh my God, no, stop, what even." he couldn't help laughing a bit, smiling like an idiot, because Wade could be so extra sometimes. And Peter could just picture it; May turning up to her place of work, or maybe even her and Happy's house, and seeing tons of gift baskets, just everywhere! Yeesh. She'd probably be pissed about the clutter and waste and having to sort it all out! Most likely, she'd giveaway or regift most of it. "No way," he said with a head shake, "my aunt is more of a 'you better be a straight shooter and decent human being' sort of lady." not that May didn't like Chanel, Happy had bought her a perfume one time and she'd really seemed to like it-
"Pete, you basically just told me I'm doubly screwed, you get that right? I mean, I can literally shoot absolutely straight, I'm a fucking expert marksmen when I'm not fucking around, but-"
"But nothing." he gave Wade a look, "If you're about to say you're not an honest or decent person, I swear I'm gonna' web your mouth shut and eat all this food myself." he threatened, and was totally unsurprised when Wade said,
"I'm actually totally fine with you doing both of those things, the first one sounds kinky-"
"Of course it does."
"-and you can eat all the food in this place and I'd still be happy to just buy you more and more and more-"
"Of course you would." very quickly, Peter was feeling all warm and melty again.
"But I don't see those fancy web shooters of yours, so your threat is kind of empty."
Peter cocked an eyebrow and drew one arm back, holding up his right hand so Wade could watch as a blue and gold nanotech web shooter assembled itself quickly around his wrist with a series of quiet energy charged clicking sounds.
Wade's eyes widened, face expressing a 'what the fuck' look as he made a point of leaning back a bit further and glancing over Peter, as if trying to see where it came from.
Peter grinned, huffing out a smug, amused laugh,
"It's nanotech, Wade, it can look like anything, or nothing, assemble from anywhere." he said, messing with Wade, and he was pleasantly surprised when Wade called him out on it, in a very fun way,
"Bullshit," he said quite surely, smirking, "you'd have to have it on you somewhere," his hands quickly slipped up along Peter's sides then, where he pressed his fingers in to tickle, "was it behind your back?" Peter grinned, laughing and squirming as Wade continued to press his fingers into ticklish places, "Or was it in your back pocket?" and then one of Wade's hands was feeling over his thigh where a front pocket was, while the other went to plainly grope the side of his butt.
Peter was leaning close to him, holding onto him, still laughing when he said,
"I don't even have back pockets, Wade." and the merc just pulled him forward even more so he could grope both of his butt cheeks, likewise smiling as he said,
"Well I have to check, don't I?"
Peter nodded, muttered 'sure' and kissed Wade's smile, kept smiling himself as he hooked his legs and arms a little tighter around the man.
The kiss that followed was languid and slow and deep, just the right amount of tongue and a slow shifting of the angles, until Peter hummed and they slowly parted.
He was still smiling when he admitted,
"It was in my pocket actually." in a mumble against Wade's lips.
"Sneaky spider." Wade half whispered, then he raised his eyebrows, his tone suggestive when he added, "But since you have it, feel free to web me up and have your merry little way with me. I promise I won't struggle even a little." Peter huffed another laugh, loving how Wade's grin was positively naughty when he said, "Or I will, if you're into that. Get your web vibrating." he waggled his brows.
Peter started cracking up at how Wade somehow made something so silly sound so dirty, dirty enough that he was blushing as he laughed.
And then he shook his head and raised an eyebrow,
"Just gonna' let me do whatever I want to you, huh?"
"Anything."
"You're gonna' turn me into a really high maintenance, spoiled boyfriend at this rate." he pressed a quick kiss to Wade's lips, liking how it sounded calling himself Wade's boyfriend. Wade hummed,
"Yes please, please boss me around, Baby Boy. I'll do whatever you tell me to, when you tell me, I promise I will object to exactly nothing, ever. Especially sexy stuff. I'm very happy to service your every need and wan-"
Peter kissed him again, and he didn't want to call the sound that came out of him a giggle, but it was a near thing. He was so in love with Wade Wilson it was ridiculous.
When they drew back again after a satisfying minute of kissing, the atmosphere was pleasant and comfortable and Wade went on to kiss and nuzzle at his neck. Peter sighed contentedly, and after a while, when the kisses didn't escalate to anything more than intimate closeness, Peter's stomach reminded him that he was hungry, making Wade snort against his neck. Wade muttered something about cute hungry spiders and Peter rolled his eyes, but he held the side of the merc's neck with one hand as he reached for the unfinished croissant with the other. Wade didn't stop, even as he bit into the pastry. He felt so at ease with Wade, so content just being there, with the man kissing gently at his neck, seemingly just enjoying being able to do so, and of course, Peter enjoyed it too, while also enjoying his breakfast. He had just swallowed his mouthful when Wade lightly bit the shell of his ear, making him squirm a little and pull away,
"Heeey, if you're hungry, there's food." he was smiling as he leaned back and looked at Wade, holding up the last bite of the croissant. Wade eyed it, then snatched it with his teeth, making Peter chuckle as he watched Wade chew the bite a few times, before saying,
"Doesn't tafst as goof as you." while still chewing, sounding like he was complaining.
"Hm, must be the almonds." Peter said mock seriously, poking his nose against Wade's and appreciating the scent of the older man as he inhaled quietly, able to smell the underlying familiar coppery-ness beneath the fragranced products. Wade swallowed with an exaggerated grimace, commenting,
"Not the kinda' nuts I'd rather have in my mouth." and Peter started laughing, making a face as he shook his head at the man. Wade was nodding and then also shaking his head with a smile, "That was not a sexy thing to say-"
"Not even a little." Peter kept laughing
"Yeah, it sounded better in my head."
They were both shaking their heads and laughing then, and when Peter reached for his coffee to take a sip, Wade went right back to nuzzling his neck, grumbling there, which was ticklish. Peter leaned into it anyway, wrapping his free arm around Wade's neck and enjoying the now familiar and welcomed feeling of Wade's scarred skin brushing against his own. All the kissing and nuzzling was starting to turn him on again though, and his arousal merging with his relaxed state felt so goo-
"So, what's the other stuff you mentioned?" Wade's question spoken against his shoulder interrupted his thoughts, and he lowered the cup from his lips and swallowed his sip tensely, remembering the other stuff he'd wanted to tell Wade...about S.H.I.E.L.D.
"R-right." he licked his lips and nodded a bit stiffly, watching as Wade drew back and once again started to look concerned. Peter tried to smile, and when Wade didn't return it, he quickly leaned forward to peck Wade's lips before he gently pushed the older man back so he could slip down off the counter.
Wade let himself be moved, and as he started to walk away, Wade said,
"Uh, Peter?"
Peter pointed over to where his bag was,
"Yeah, I got something..." he trailed off, glancing back again to see that Wade was slowly following him across the apartment again.
Once he reached his bag, he moved the towel he'd dropped partially on top of it so he could open the unzipped flaps and reach inside to the bottom. Just as Wade came to stop a foot away from him, Peter pulled out the S.H.I.E.L.D file he'd tucked flat under everything else and turned to Wade, holding it out in both hands for the man to see, keeping his eyes down on the file.
Wade didn't move to take it at first, and with his stomach feeling unsettled about the seriousness of the subject, Peter said,
"This is, uh..." he took in a breath and let it out again as he held the file out more toward the older super, "Sam Wilson brought this by my place yesterday afternoon." he forced himself to meet Wade's eyes, "It's your SHIELD file."
Wade was frowning as he finally took the file with one hand, his grip a bit loose and almost disinterested, his expression more confused than upset. Peter wished he could know what was going through the merc's mind right then, especially as he actually opened the file and started to flip through it. As Wade started turning the pages, his frowning expression changed to being somewhat impressed, and a little amused, one of his brows hiking up. But when he paused with the file open about half way through and Peter saw his expression become more serious, his grip on the file tightening and bending the pages a bit, he felt compelled to tell him, "I haven't looked through it."
Wade raised his eyes then, giving him a lingering and unreadable look, before the merc's gaze shifted to the side and then he blinked to look at the file again. Peter watched his eyes move over the page he'd stopped on, seemingly reading some of the information. Maybe it was some of the stuff that had been redacted when last Peter had seen the file? His anxiousness just continued to mount because Wade wasn't saying anything, and he couldn't stop himself from filling the silence, "I didn't feel right keeping it either. It's your business, you know? It's your personal stuff, not stuff just anyone would know, or should know." Wade slowly flipped through a few more pages, the action almost careless, and then he stopped again, on what looked like large printed photo. Maybe one of the photos of piled dead bodies? Peter's stomach turned over, stress from memories of those photos making him swallow tensely again, before he shook his head and quietly added, "I want to know about you, I really do, but I, uh, I want you to tell me. I don't wanna' read some file."
And yeah, he'd tried to read Wade's file previously, but a lot had changed since then, and he was at a point where he really didn't want to betray-
"This shit is actually pretty fucking well researched." Wade said, sounding normal, sounding fine and he looked it too as he flipped the file closed, before holding it out for Peter to take back, "Some shit is a little off the mark, guesstimated and assumed, but not by a lot."
Peter didn't take the file back from him, he just looked into Wade's face, needing something more than that, and after some steady eye contact, Wade sighed and shrugged, "Honestly, Peter, I'm never really gonna' want to talk about the shit that's happened in my past." Peter blinked, frowning slightly, "So, here," Wade proffered the file with a wiggle and Peter finally reached to take it back before anything could fall out, "you read it, okay? Read it whenever you feel like it, if you want to, and if you got any questions, then you can ask em'. I'll answer honestly. I'll tell you the truth." he said, sounding sincere. Peter looked from the file to Wade's calm, but still mostly unreadable expression, watching as Wade shrugged again and then folded his arms across his chest, "You want to know about me, and I want you to know about me, and seriously, it'll be faster and easier this way. My memory gets pretty dodgy on some of the details anyway, the file may actually be more reliable." and that didn't make sense, because hadn't Wade just pointed out he'd noticed some incorrec- "It's good he gave you the file." the merc finished with a nod and glance at the file.
Peter didn't know what to make of Wade's attitude about it, didn't know how to feel about it. Worse still, he wasn't sure he knew how Wade felt about it, because the merc sounded like he was being honest, but his demeanor was off, just a little tense, and he'd contradicted himself about the details in the file. Was the stuff in the file really so bad? Was Wade's past really so terrible that the man would rather let Peter read outsider accounts of it than talk about it himself? It sure did seem that way. And while Peter had mixed feelings about it, he also didn't want to push Wade. Besides, the man was being honest and he'd explicitly said Peter could read the file and ask any questions, he wasn't trying to hide or avoid anything. So, staring at the file in his hands, Peter decided to accept it, sighing softly and nodding as he glanced at Wade, who nodded back. In the end, what mattered was that the channel of communication was open. He'd wanted to be honest about having the file, and Wade said he was open to talking about whatever, whenever, which made Peter feel better. He didn't know if he'd read the file...or, no, he probably would, he was really curious and there was a lot he needed to know, but he didn't know when he would. He definitely didn't feel ready to read it anytime soo-
"Soooo, the new Captain America came to your apartment to give you my file, huh?" Wade asked then, sounding amused, even as his attention turned to the open bag on the crate, which he reached into, "Must be pretty serious about warning you off me if came to you personally." Wade added as he pulled out a pack of gummy worms. Peter stared at the gummy worm package, but his mind was on the other, other stuff he needed to tell Wade about. Or, not needed to, but that Sam had asked him to tell Wade about...
He took a few additional seconds to consider whether he should or not, and then he gave in to the small hope he felt, the one he felt guilty for feeling, but it didn't keep him from going ahead.
"Actually, he didn't." he started, watching Wade, who had opened the gummy worms and was putting one in his mouth. He moved it around in his mouth as Peter blinked at him, trying not to smile as he watched Wade make a weird face, before the man turned the weird expression to him and asked,
"He didn't try to warn you off?"
Peter nodded,
"Yeah. He wasn't there to warn me about you, he was there to ask me to, uh, to tell you something."
Wade ate only the single gummy worm before he abandoned the packet next to Peter's bag, having lost interest and he instead continued to look in the bag. Peter was watching his face, looking for signs of whether the conversation was bothering Wade, but the man sounded totally neutral when he said,
"If this is about what happened in Atlanta, you can tell him that those drones flew into my line of fire. I definitely did not intentionally shoot them down." while proceeding to pull out Peter's phone charger with one hand and a screwdriver with the other, looking confused by the latter.
Peter easily assumed that his denial of whatever had happened in Atlanta, had actually happened, something told him Wade had absolutely shot whatever drones out of the sky intentionally . But that was not what was up for discussion, so Peter just huffed a laugh,
"Sure, but it wasn't about anything like that," and he watched as Wade pulled out his deodorant stick and appeared to read the label, and then the small print on the back as well, "uh, it was actually about SHIELD wanting to recruit you." he frowned then, pursing his lips on a smile as he watched Wade unscrew the top to smell it, "What are you doing?" he had to ask.
Wade had been trying to distract himself from the moment Peter had mentioned Sam Wilson. He tended to become very bored when he had to listen to shit about other super heroes, especially the ones he didn't particularly know or care for, which after the blip, was basically all of them.
Looking through Peter's bag had proved to be a nice distraction. He had some clothes that looked well worn but not old, and Wade could see a sciency logo on one of the T-shirts lying half unfolded, which was so cute and nerdy. The gummy worms he'd tasted were super gross, but he noted the brand so he could buy some more for Peter in future. Then there was the screwdriver, which was weird and somehow quirkily endearing. Wade had once carried a screwdriver too, but he'd often used it to stab people. And the deodorant stick smelled quite nice. It was subtle though, and he couldn't clearly remember its particular scent on Peter. He was just wondering whether it'd be weird to sniff the younger super's armpit in future, when he heard the words 'S.H.I.E.L.D' and 'recruit'.
Those two words triggered something in his memory. They brought back flashes of something that'd happened so many years ago, long before the blip, of a S.H.I.E.L.D agent that Wade had actually liked . The guy had seemed so serious, but he'd actually been super sarcastic and snarky and humorous, but what had made him stand out to Wade, was that he'd seemed like someone who could be trusted. Wade recalled that he'd ended up giving the guy the benefit of the doubt, had actually believed the guy was truly interested in helping him, not just using him...
He couldn't remember his name after so long, but he did remember that in the end, the asshole had let him down just like everyone else, had ghosted him and then had sent other agents in his place, all of whom he'd threatened at gun point and indiscriminately told to fuck off.
So now S.H.I.E.L.D was trying their shit again, and using Peter, or rather, Spider-Man, to do it? He'd only briefly skimmed over the first page of the file, but he had seen Spider-Man listed as being affiliated to him, which meant S.H.I.E.L.D was still keeping tabs on him. Or maybe, they were keeping tabs on Spider-Ma-
"What are you doing?" the question made Wade blink out of his thoughts, realizing then that he was still holding the deo stick up to his nose. He lowered it from his face as casually as he could, closing the cap after and answering,
"Getting to know you." which was so random and odd, but he wasn't able to think of anything better to say, especially since his focus was on knowing, "What about SHIELD wanting to recruit me?"
Peter seemed amused, but otherwise unfazed by his weird response, instead answering the question he'd asked,
"According to Sam, they tried to recruit you before?" Wade managed something like a nod, "Yeah? So, like, it was a long time ago or something?" Peter was asking again, and Wade clenched his jaw but didn't say anything, didn't have anything to say, didn't want to have to explain some useless shit from the past about how he'd been gullible enough to believe a fucking S.H.I.E.L.D agen-, "He said the agent who'd been working to recruit you had come close to getting you to agree. I, uh, I can't remember the name of the guy, but I guess it's in the file." Wade had missed that, the name he didn't remember, of the man who'd turned out to be a lying sack of shi-, "But anyway, apparently he died, not long after he tried to recruit you."
"..." What. The. Actual. Fuck? He'd died? Wade felt all the irritation, resentment and anger drain out of him immediately, and Peter must have seen the surprise on his face, because he looked sympathetic when he explained, "He was killed by Loki, around the time of the Chitauri Invasion."
Shit. Fucking shit. Shit and balls. Wade had been so sure the guy was just another asshole who'd made promises to help him, but had fucked him over in the end...when actually, the man had died! And Wade recalled the Chitauri Invasion, he recalled that it'd happened just about a month after the first time he'd met the guy. Fuck.
That guy, he'd had a short name...Jeff? Shaw? Fred? Clark? Greg? Oh, wai-
"Uh, Wade?" Peter sounded uncertain of whether to go on, and Wade assumed it was because he still hadn't said anything yet. He shook off his shock then and nodded at Peter to go on, "Okay, yeah, so, Sam said SHIELD still wanted to recruit you, but after that guy was gone, you weren't, uh, agreeable." heh. That was a nice way to word it, rather than saying he'd threatened to kill them. "But they still want you to work for them, to give you an official job with them, and they seem to know that I, uh, that we are, like," were Peter's ears getting red? Just what did S.H.I.E.L.D know ? "that we, that we know each other, or whatever, and that you're, I guess, not hostile toward me or something." yep, he was blushing, "So, they asked Sam to ask me to pass the message on to you." he shrugged then. Wade was watching him carefully though, and he noticed that Peter was trying to come off as nonchalant about it, but he was holding the file just a little too tightly. "Sam just wanted me to let you know about it, and he said that you could decide what you want to do after that." they stared at each other for a moment, before Peter looked down at the file in his hands, "He said there's a card in here of the new agent assigned to you, it's paperclipped to the information section of your file. That'll be agent you can contact if you're, like, you know, interested, or whatever." he finished, moving to drop the file onto the weapons crate beside his bag, continuing to feign indifference, "So, yeah, now I told you, and that's all, I just wanted to tell you, didn't want to keep anything from you, you know." he shrugged again, and managed a small smile.
Wade just stood still, didn't say anything, just watched Peter closely, watching as he kept his small smile, even as he took in a quiet deep breath and then let it out, as if he were quietly resigning himself to something, or accepting something. And then he was walking away, walking around Wade and out of sight behind him, saying,
"Man, the food must be totally cold by now."
Wade didn't follow, instead he let his eyes drift to the file, thinking about everything Peter had said...and yeah, he'd seen the card. A card for agent Emily Preston.
S.H.I.E.L.D, huh? An official job with them? Jeff, or Fred, or Clark or whatever, had once made the deal sound alright. Not so bad. But the thing was, Wade no longer gave zero fucks about S.H.I.E.L.D. Or S.H.I.E.L.D agents or S.H.I.E.L.D in fucking general. He gave no fucks about any official organizations of heroes and hero facilitators calling themselves the good guys or world saviours or Justice League or some other shit. All that fuckery meant nothing to him. Wade only ever gave a fuck about himself, or he had. But not anymore. These days he gave more of a fuck about Peter. He gave all the fucks about Peter. And that was the only reason why he had to take S.H.I.E.L.D's offer seriously.
Peter was the only reason why he turned around, looking at the younger man across the distance he'd already walked, and audibly asked,
"Would you want that?"
The younger super stopped walking where he was, almost in the kitchen area, and he turned around, brown eyes round and his expression genuinely innocent, as if he'd already moved on from their conversation. He looked so soft and attractive and adorable, especially when he raised his eyebrows questioningly,
"Huh?"
Wade approached him then, being very serious when he asked again,
"Do you want me to work for SHIELD?"
At that, Peter looked genuinely surprised, and he was quick to shake his head,
"Wha-no, Wade, that's not for me to decide, it's not about what I wan-"
"Actually, it is." Wade cut him off as he came to stand close to the younger super, close enough that Peter had to look up at him, and he made sure Peter knew he was totally serious when he added, "It's totally, completely and entirely up to you, Baby Boy." because Peter deserved better, and Wade needed to do what he could to be better, even if it meant working for S.H.I.E.L.D.
Peter blinked a few times, and even confused and a little concerned, he looked so cute and kissable, his mouth in a pouty 'oh' shape before he asked,
"W-why? I-"
"I already told you, didn't I? Whatever you want, whatever would make you happ-"
"Yeah, well, what would make me happy is you doing what would make you happy." he countered, a little of his smart-assery shining through. Wade huffed a laugh, shook his head,
"Pete-"
"Wade." Peter cut him off, and his smile was gone then. He didn't look upset though, instead he looked kind of guilty, and his tone when he'd said his name had sounded stressed and confused.
It wasn't a leap for Wade to assume the guilt was present because of course Peter would want him to change his line of work. That was a no brainer. Peter was a superhero, he would definitely prefer to have a partner who was a legally working, non freelance murdering individual, who was totally on the up and up, paying taxes and getting Christmas bonuses and all that that shiny, good guy shit. But Wade could also guess the guilt was because Peter didn't think it was right to say that that was what he wanted.
He could though, that was the whole point. Wade hadn't had anything good going for him just a few months ago, and now he had Peter and he felt better, way better, and life didn't feel so shit anymore. He actually felt happy, and so Wade could do it, could work for S.H.I.E.L.D, if it meant making Peter happy, making their relationship work more easily, with less problems and issues with family and the law and morals and stuff. He'd give up being a merc, for Peter, for Spider-Man, only for him. But he knew Peter didn't want to take advantage of the influence he had over him, he was good like that, he was perfect like that. But Wade needed him to know it was okay, that he wouldn't be taking advantage.
"Peter, listen, just-"
"No, don't just say something because you think it's what I want." he sounded very serious, and yeah, a little stressed, "I remember you telling me you tried the whole hero thing and it wasn't for you, okay? I remember that, so I know that SHIELD is kinda' the same thing and-"
"Peter-"
"-it wouldn't be something you'd want to do, because you'd have to sign a contract and follow all their rules and," Wade briefly closed his eyes as Peter went on, randomly gesturing and avoiding eye contact, "and you'd have less freedom which would make you super unhappy, which would not be ok-"
" Peter. " he said more firmly, a little louder, and Peter finally stopped talking and looked up at him, expression still guilty and worried and Wade just brought his hands up to hold either side of his face when he said,
"I hear you, I really do, but I just want you to tell me, honestly and without all the other shit you're worried about," he paused, waiting for Peter to nod, which he did, albeit hesitantly, before Wade continued, asking, "do you want me to work for SHIELD?"
Ultimately, a superhero dating a mercenary would be complicated and messy and stressful, and Wade didn't want that for either of them. But dating a S.H.I.E.L.D agent? That would be a lot less problematic.
Wade wanted that , he wanted to make Peter happy and to make his life easier, because it would make him happy too, in all the ways that counted. So long as he didn't fuck it up.
"Wade, I-"
"Just answer, Pete, come on. Just yes or no."
Peter stared at him for an intense moment, and then he shook his head,
"No, I don't," he lied. Wade could only assume he was ly-, "yeah, sure, you working for SHIELD would make some things easier for us, like, to be dating and stuff," he stepped closer then, closing the small gap between them and so comfortably applying touch, Peter putting his hands on his chest and almost absently sliding them down to settle on his abs, those slim, strong fingers lightly curling into his T, making Wade take in a shivery breath, "but it would mean you not being totally you, you not being totally happy, and that , I don't want." he looked and sounded so sincere, "Because I like you the way you are, I...I love you the way you are, Wade." fuck, Wade could only swallow around the emotional lump that lodged itself in his throat. "Even if you can be a jerk and an idiot sometimes and even though you being a merc will be complicated for us, I accept that, I'm okay with it." he finished, his smile having returned, now a bit wobbly. He was trying to lighten the mood.
Wade just swallowed again, stared into Peter's lovely face, his brown eyes bright and reflecting honesty, honesty even about saying he loved him. Fuckfuckfuck. Maybe he wasn't even lying, not really. Maybe he really meant it that he didn't want Wade making the decision just for him, whether the younger man wanted him to work for S.H.I.E.L.D or not. Wade felt his chest tighten then, as conflicting emotions of doing what was best for Peter and their long-term relationship, or accepting more of Peter's already very generous acceptance, made him feel tense and anxious.
Wade still had his hands on Peter's face when the younger man also brought his hands up to settle them over his own, and his smile widened to its full brilliance then, making Wade's breath get stuck in his chest.
"So, okay, just forget it, alright?" Peter said, expression hopeful, "I just felt obligated to pass the message on because Sam went out of his way to bring the message to me from SHIELD, after I'd been ignoring his calls for a few weeks." he made a 'yeesh' face and Wade snorted a soft laugh, loving that Peter would ghost the new Captain America and manage to be cute about it, "But it's not even a thing, okay," Wade felt Peter's smaller, but far stronger hands, squeeze over his own a bit, "let's get back to enjoying our morning after." and oh, now he was starting to blush again, and he was trying to be coy and sweet and it was working for him. Wade loved it.
"Yeah, okay, Baby Boy," he made himself say some words, nodding and using his thumbs to caress Peter's cheek bones, "yeah, your coffee is definitely cold though, and probably almost finished. Should I order more?" he offered seriously, sliding his hands down to settle on Peter's smooth naked shoulders as he looked back to the lounge area where his phone had last bee-,
"Nah, forget the coffee," Peter said, and hel-lo , his tone was different and Wade immediately felt his blood run a little hotter as he looked back to find the younger super smirking up at him, "I'm pretty sure I have a lecture at 2 PM, which I'd like to make it for, buuut," Wade felt his arousal stir even before Peter moved even closer, pressed their bodies flush together, "right now I got nothing to do, and my spider sense is totally quiet and I wouldn't mind passing the time practicing my, uh, super stamina."
Wade made a small pleased sound, hands falling to Peter's naked waist as his cock started to get hard really fast, something Peter was able to feel, because he pressed into it as he pushed himself up onto his toes, using a little of his super strength and a hand on the back of Wade's neck to pull him down into a kiss. Wade didn't hesitate to lick into his eager mouth, didn't hesitate to grab him up under each perfect cheek of his perfect ass and lift him, to carry him as he started walking in the direction of the bed, Peter wrapping around him, kissing him enthusiastically, Wade able to feel the younger man's erection, hardening and pressing into his stomach.
By the time he reached the bed and he let Peter drop onto the mattress with a bounce, he was fully hard, looking heatedly down at Peter, who was lying half naked, flushed down to his chest and with his cock tenting his PJ pants. Wade followed him down, kept kissing him, holding himself above the younger man as he kissed him to the point of breathlessness. And he was mentally planning all the fantastically naughty and sexy things he could do to the younger man within the limited time they had, when Peter flipped them. Wade cursed softly, knowing he was never going to get over how hot it was when Peter used his superstrength on him, even just a little. He looked up at Peter straddling his lap, sitting on his hard dick, hands settled deceptively light on his shoulders, but absolutely pinning him down as the younger super grinned down at him, and holy fuck, grinded down just a little too.
Wade was looking over him, pressing up against him, and spotting the web shooter still on his wrist, he couldn't help saying,
"Holy shit, Baby Boy, please web me down."
Peter looked very turned on, but some surprise bloomed on his face,
"Are you serious?" his voice was affected, giving away his interest in the idea.
Wade loved the sound,
"Fuck yeah, baby. Or up, web me up or down or wherever and however you want, fuck, anything ."
Peter rolled his hips again, grinding down and leaning forward a bit more, so his hard cock was pressed against Wade's abs through their clothes, making Wade take in a shuddering breath, raising his hips in response.
Peter kissed him again, quick and a little sucking, before drawing back to say,
"You won't be able to break my webbing, Wade, you'll really be tied down." making it sound like a warning, as if that was somehow a negative.
Wade just made a 'hell yeah' face,
"Sounds fantastic, Spidey-babe, I'm ready when you are."
Peter's smile turned a little devilish then and he looked so fucking hot like that, especially with the air of dangerous mischief hinted in his expression. Because he was dangerous and Wade loved that, knowing that he was super strong and that if he wasn't such a good guy, he would be a force to be reckoned with and Wade was absolutely getting even more turned on thinking of Peter manhandling him and using him however he wanted to.
They kissed more then, a little roughly, parting only in between working together to get rid of his hoodie and T-shirt and then Peter drew back from the kiss and licked his lips before asking,
"Should we have, like, a safe word or something." which was sexy! But also adorable!
"Safe word, huh? Sure, okay, how about no pares?" Wade said enthusiastically, leaning up to kiss Peter again, but Peter pressed his shoulders back down easily , making Wade's cock throb against his ass while Peter just blinked at him, half amused and half unimpressed when he said,
"I can understand Spanish, Wade."
Oh, really? Okay...
"En serio?"
"Si, hablo en serio."
"Oh." he spoke it too! Well, that made sense. He was a little smarty pants after all. Also, he grew up in Queens. But there were other options! "Okay, how about ' n'arrête pas ' or ' hör nicht auf '...oh wow, does saying it in German sound really sexy or is it just m-"
"You're just saying 'don't stop' in other languages aren't you?" Peter was trying not to laugh.
Wade blinked and playfully said,
"No?"
Peter smiled then, shaking his head as he leaned in to kiss him again with that stunning smile, before pausing with their lips touching to say,
"Eres ridículo."
Wade just grinned and bobbed his eyebrows, and then they were laughing, and then kissing some more and breathing deeper and touching each other, but they were still smiling all the while, and Wade felt himself somehow falling deeper in love with Peter Parker.
Peter ended up staying at Wade's place for four whole days. He went to classes and to do patrol and everything else he needed to, all from the merc's place, and then returned there afterward. He'd only stopped by his apartment once during that time, just to pick up more clothes and his other suits.
And it was great, because it gave them a chance to spend real time together. And Wade was always there every time he returned, which went a long way to making Peter feel like things could really work out for them. He hadn't been sure it was possible or would be true when Wade said he had no intention to do anything else but spend time with him for a while, but he'd really meant it.
There was no disappearing, no lack of contact, no mercenary work, no unexpected drama.
And in those days, Peter learned more about Wade as a person, just like he'd been wanting to. In fact, they learned more about each other, and they also had a chance to do more couple-like things together...
Like on that second day, when, close to midnight, Peter had returned from his lecture and, earlier than usual, from his subsequent patrol, to find Wade waiting for him with music playing, the TV mounted on the wall and on mute, and with a large amount of fresh takeout, with a variety of different beverage options to go with it. Peter had changed out of his suit and then they'd eaten together in the lounge area, and they'd talked until after 1 AM, Peter asking about the stuff Wade had clearly been doing all afternoon during his absence, like buying groceries and setting up appliances and moving stuff around in the place. They'd also talked about Peter's patrol and he discovered that their chemistry extended quite a lot further than he'd thought, even into their humor when cracking-wise about well known villains in NYC. They'd had a lot of laughs and finished a lot of food, but of course, not long after they'd finished eating, their talking had led to flirting, which had led to kissing, which had led to Wade stripping him out of his sweatpants and putting him into a state of blissful, moaning pleasure for fifteen minutes, the merc's head between his legs and his large hands just all over .
Afterwards, for the first time, they'd actually showered together, totally naked, all hot wet, firm muscle and skin against skin, and even though Peter had showered with MJ in the past, like all experiences with Wade, it had been just more in so many ways. And surprisingly, it took a while before Peter was able to get Wade off too, because the merc had distracted him with a lot of touching and kissing and singing, and they'd both been turned on and hard the entire time, but Wade had seemed more interested in making Peter's hair into weird shapes with the shampoo and just running his hands over his skin.
Peter had been blushing and smiling and so happy the entire time, and only when Wade had been distracted with styling his hair like Ace Ventura, had he been able to take some time sliding his own hands over Wade's body, all over his slick, textured skin, fingers gliding easily with all the water and soap, his touches explorative and intimate, until eventually he'd gotten a hand around Wade's hard dick. Wade had heatedly muttered 'alrighty then', and Peter hadn't let go, hadn't stopped stroking, until Wade came into and over his hand, and against him between their bodies, the merc holding him close and tight and panting into his mouth as his body spasmed and shook with his release. Peter had felt lightheaded and dizzy with the heat and happy hormone overload...it had been crazy intense.
The sex they'd had after the shower had been crazy intense too.
The second day he'd had more classes and some personal errands to run in the morning, like picking up more clothes, but he'd returned to Wade's place to spend a few hours with him before he'd had to head out to patrol.
In the time he'd been gone just that morning though, Peter discovered Wade had bought a crap ton more groceries and set up all the kitchen appliances. Nothing was particularly orderly, in fact everything was kind of all over the place and it looked messy, but it was all unpacked and working; including the cotton candy machine. When he'd gawped at the close-to-bursting cupboards and fridge and at all the other food stuff untidily strewn out on the all the counter spaces, Wade had stated quite plainly that he intended to 'keep him properly fed'. Neither of them could actually cook very well though, or in Peter's case, at all, which meant they still ordered food to eat. Turned out Wade's 'groceries' mostly consisted of a lot of high calorie junk food and snacks, with some random fruits, veg and other marginally healthier tidbits thrown in. But Wade did know how to make perfect pancakes and French toast! The former of which he whipped up, narrating a play by play as if he were on a cooking infomercial, even using different character voices and throwing looks and comments to a non-existent camera and audience, while Peter stuffed his face with Mexican takeout and enjoyed the show.
Later that same afternoon, Peter also experienced what it was like to have an afternoon quickie against a rough, half painted brick wall.
i.e.: Ten out of ten. Every intention of doing it again. Often.
He'd showered afterward, and after kissing Wade goodbye, more than once, and getting an encouraging, blush inducing slap on his butt, he'd headed out to patrol, leaving as discreetly as he could through one of the many windows.
Much later, when he'd returned in the early hours after a relatively busy patrol, as per what seemed like the usual, Wade had definitely been awake because all the lights had been on and music had been playing loudly, and Peter had immediately noticed more things in the apartment had been changed. Somehow in the time he'd been gone, several of the large weapons crates had been moved out, and yet, the space wasn't any emptier because new boxes of purchases of all different household stuff and furniture, and even a foosball table, had appeared!
As he'd wandered around and through everything, trying to find Wade in the mess of boxes, new furniture and packaging, he'd also noticed smaller things, like some half-unpacked brand clothes packages untidily gathered on the floor by the sofa. A really awesome blue and red Superdry hooded puffer jacket in particular was thrown over the back of the couch, the size of which looked too small to be for Wade. Peter hadn't been able to help picking it up, feeling the soft fleece inner lining and again noting the size, knowing the jacket was meant for him and blushing about it. He'd liked it almost instantly, but he'd been unsure of how to feel about the expensive jacket. He'd set it back down, only to notice an open laptop and two random cell phones sitting on the seat of the same sofa. Also, there'd been two different new game consoles opened and set up on the floor, only one of which had been hooked up to the TV, the screen paused on a game he hadn't recognized. There'd also been several game cases strewn around, along with many wires and cables all over the floor, and empty food and snack packages too, some cola cans and...
A set of Wade's katanas were laid out on a new coffee table, which had been pushed off to the side to make room on the floor for the games. The katanas had been different than the ones he'd seen last time though, and they appeared to have been recently polished, since there'd been a cloth bundled to the side and the blades were very shiny and probably extremely sharp. He'd also noticed there'd been a new looking case leaned against the table, and it made him realize the katanas were new, like a lot of other stuff. So, Wade had bought new swords.
Peter had experienced a small bout of anxiety, but not because of the chaotic clutter in the place, but because he felt a little concerned that Wade was getting bored, what with all the shopping. Also, seeing the katanas made him wonder whether Wade was slowly but surely planning to go back to merc work.
He'd eventually found Wade a minute later, after climbing the steel stairs to the mezzanine level, where Wade had greeted him with a smile as he'd pulled off his mask. Peter had then been amazed and wide eyed to see that Wade had been busy up there too. He'd set up a free standing safe and some other storage lockers and cupboards, as well as two large work desks and a desk chair. When Wade told him it was for him, in case he wanted to keep anything valuable around or do important superhero work or Spider-Man suit tinkering, Peter's heart had raced and a lump of moved emotion had formed in his throat. He'd realized that Wade not only remembered the times he'd mentioned that he was working on his own suits, but also that the older super was essentially making a special space in his loft for Peter to occupy!
Wade had been suggesting he make a list of any other stuff he might need, but before he'd even finished, Peter had pulled his mask off and crossed the small distance between them to kiss the merc with all the mushy, happy emotions he was feeling, any and all anxious concerns dismissed for that moment.
After some extended kissing and fooling around on one of the new desks, Wade being extra preoccupied with getting handsy while Peter was still in his tight-fitting suit, they'd eventually gone back down to the main level. They'd gone through a partially established routine then, of Peter changing out of his suit before they ate together. That night it was microwave warmed pizza, some pretty well-made cotton candy and plenty of soda, and all the while they talked about different random things until they got the idea to play video games. After that it was all a competitive, cheating, playful mess of laughter, curses and smack talk.
They were interrupted when Peter had to rush out though, because just after 3 AM his spider sense ramped up.
Despite that, it was so great that when he returned an hour later, and after being very resolute about sending May the required 'I'm ok' text, he was able to just strip his suit off, take a quick shower and then climb into bed with Wade, who wasn't actually sleeping, but he was lying in bed with the whole place in relative darkness, appearing as though he might have been asleep before Peter got back. And he was wearing nothing but sweatpants, which meant Peter, in nothing but boxers, was able to pillow his head on Wade's bare shoulder and lay beside him, close and with his face tucked near the man's neck, where he could inhale the familiar coppery-ness of his natural scent and enjoy his warm, warm textured skin.
And Wade didn't care that his hair wasn't dry yet, or that it was about to be sunrise, Peter was able to feel at ease, knowing his double life was accepted. And despite the loaded firearm sitting on the new bedside table, and knowing there was probably another one somewhere else around the bed, he was able to feel safe as Wade rolled into him, wrapped his arms around him, kissing his temple almost chastely while absently shifting aside some damp hair with his fingers, so the merc could brush a thumb gently over his ear.
Peter felt so relaxed and comfortable being there with Wade, his breathing falling in sync with the older super's as he was lulled to sleep, their heads buried in mismatched bare pillows that had at some point been piled onto the bed in excess.
And as it had been every night with Wade so far, he slept without interruption.
Peter learned a lot about Wade's living habits in those first two days he stayed over, like that he was pretty damn untidy in general and tended to leave a lot of stuff tossed or thrown around; clothes, small miscellaneous weapons items and empty food packets especially.
On the third day though, when he'd had nowhere to be and nothing to do until patrol that evening, he had the time and freedom to just look around. And the result of Wade's habit of leaving clothes laying around, led to Peter discovering that the conversations he'd overheard, and Wade's hints and jokes about crossdressing, were in fact, factual. Peter had been confused at first, and suddenly swallowing down bitter jealousy, when he'd found a rather sexy black dress amongst some of Wade's clothes that had fallen out of a knocked over box and hadn't yet been picked up or stuffed into a cupboard. Wade had been in the bathroom at the time, and Peter had been, well, curious and looking around since he had the time.
When he'd found the dress, he'd been about to jump to conclusions and get angry, but he'd thankfully matured enough in his lifetime to not be irrational, and he'd calmed himself down fairly quickly. Mostly though, he calmed down quickly because thinking anything about Wade being with some woman made no sense. Still, he'd wanted to figure out whose dress it was, so he'd taken a moment to think about it, and his first rational thought had been that maybe Wade had kept some of Vanessa's clothes, which still made him feel jealous, but not as much. But then, after looking at the size of the dress, that idea didn't quite fit. Peter had looked around a bit more then, specifically through Wade's mess of clothes lying around, and that's when he'd found some other women's clothes; there was a pair of fancy large heels, and a pack of unused prettily patterned panties, also large.
Peter had blinked at the items a few times, then he'd frowned a bit, but he'd quickly surmised that the clothes almost definitely belonged to Wade, especially after he went on to find an opened pack of men's G-strings. Opened, but he'd yet to see Wade wearing one...
Oddly enough, the idea of Wade in a male G-string made Peter blush more than the women's clothes. He couldn't help picturing it though, Wade in the male G-string, and then Wade in the heels and the panties. It was a strange few minutes of standing around with a squinty look on his face holding two packs of different underwear, but in the end, Peter hadn't really had any particular feelings about the whole crossdressing thing, or the male G-strings, so, face warm and with some unclear curiosity stirred, he'd put the stuff back where he'd found it and he'd moved on to look around some more. He figured it'd come up eventually, probably, and when it did, then Wade could tell him more about it.
He'd gone on to find some boxes of Wade's Deadpool suits; each one exactly the same, some new, some newish, and many showing signs of patching and repair...with duct tape. Regarding Wade's suit, he'd also realized that Wade tended to wear his mask when he was alone, since each time Peter returned to the loft so far, Wade had been wearing his mask, only taking it off just when Peter returned.
Peter was fine with that, as long as Wade was comfortable around him.
After all, Wade made him feel so comfortable by being a very considerate boyfriend. He was often making sure Peter was okay about little things when they were together, and he always asked about patrol, wanting to know if there was anyone he needed to 'hunt down'. He'd also send Peter texts when he was out, even if they were mostly just heart and lovey dovey emoji spam, and when he got back, Wade always had food ready. He would even ask whether or not Peter had texted May, sometimes totally randomly. But it was the thought that counted.
He'd also noticed Wade had put up exactly two mirrors, one in the bathroom and one on the mezzanine level, and he'd also noticed the man always avoided looking in both of them. But Peter wouldn't ask him about that, he knew Wade was making a hell of an effort to fight his personal issues, and so what if he still got somewhat self conscious of his skin in bright daylight, or when they'd be close together under the bright fluorescent light of the bathroom? Peter was happy to let him know with touch and words that he liked how Wade looked, that he didn't mind Wade's skin in the least.
The bathroom though. Yeesh. Peter found that having an open bathroom took some getting used to, especially when it came to actually needing to use the bathroom. But Wade seemed to be familiar with such a set up, and the merc gave him more than enough privacy when he needed it. And of course, he did the same for the older super, which revealed to him yet another facet of their naturally good chemistry.
And speaking of chemistry, their sexual chemistry was flourishing.
Peter hadn't ever had so much sex before.
BRIEF NC 17 SCENE REMOVED [CAN BE READ ON AO3] (Peter's 4th day in the apartment)
Wade hadn't felt so content and relaxed in his own skin in years and years.
With Vanessa, he had eventually reached a good comfort level, but with Peter it somehow happened so much faster, or at least that's how he felt right then, as he sat reclined back on the very sofa where he'd fucked Peter senseless just about fifteen minutes earlier, and was presently watching as Peter slipped into one of his tight fitting spidey suits.
The younger man had also become really comfortable around him in quite a short time.
Peter had wobbled off after his orgasm, buck naked, to go and take a shower downstairs, and only a moment ago he'd returned to the mezzanine level, looking clean and fresh but still very much thoroughly fucked; skin flushed from sex and hot water, his body relaxed, eyes half lidded and hickey's fresh on his neck and body. And to top it off, he was wearing nothing but a pair of tight seamless men's boxers, that fit him fucking beautifully and left very little to Wade's dirty imagination. Damn, he'd just been inside that ass and he still couldn't stop staring at it, especially as it was covered in tight blue spandex.
Wade was only wearing his sweatpants, which he'd pulled on after his own orgasm had faded a little while ago, and he could still feel his sweat and Peter's come drying on his skin, the ghost sensation of Peter clenching on his cock, and he could still taste Peter's saliva on his lips when he licked is own. Those little details only made the hard on partially tenting his sweats stand even more at attentio-
"You just gonna' sit there and watch me get dressed." Peter asked, smirking, his voice sounding a little hoarse, making Wade smirk too, remembering how loud he'd been when he came. Wade continued to watch for a moment, as Peter put his arms into the sleeves of his self-made suit top. Wade loved how it clung to Peter in all the right ways, to all those lean muscled subtle lines and curves, especially as Peter pulled the top down over his torso to complete the suit's full effect.
Wade licked his lips again, spread his legs wider as he raised a hand up behind his head on the sofa,
"Fuck yeah," he said, voice low but audible, "I can't think of anything better to do." Peter's smirk grew into a grin as he snatched up his towel from where he'd dropped it on the desk chair, using it to ruffle his still wet hair as they held eye contact that was contradicting in its sweetness. But Wade could see the younger super's ears reddening, and he decided he wasn't done flirting with him, "Actually, I'm a dirty fucking liar, I can think of many other better things I could be doing, and they all start with you taking the suit back off." that comment got a snort out of Peter, and his blush darkened just so.
Wade just stared, smiling, very much in love and unused to feeling aroused and having butterflies at the same time, which was weird but good. Good weird.
Peter tossed the towel back on the chair when he was done, his hair a fantastic mess,
"Hmm, sounds tempting, but I already missed my meeting." he said with a hiked-up eyebrow, although he didn't actually sound all that put out about it, which meant Wade didn't feel bad at all, "And I don't want to start patrol too late." he added.
Wade nodded, but he was more focused on memorizing how sexy and cute Peter looked. Peter was presently running his hands through his damp hair, trying to tame it, but it only barely worked. And then the younger man was still smiling as he leaned over to reach into the open safe for some socks and the single pair of spidey suit boots he had in there, next to his bag. As he pulled his socks and boots on, Wade was once again all too pleased to watch how Peter's muscles shifted visibly beneath the slightly shiny spandex with each flex and movement. He was also amused and fascinated to see how the top of the calf-high boots seemed to nonsensically disappear, just as the seam of the suit top did when it met the waistline of the pants. You know? Like in the comics. Although, Wade suspected that in the present scenario, it might be explained by the nanotech from the MC-
"What are you gonna' do while I'm gone?" Peter asked once he was done with his boots, clearly trying to not focus on how he was being ogled, but unable to help the smile on his face as Wade indeed, was absolutely ogling the fuck out of him. That ass in that suit? Divine. That ass out of that suit? Immaculate. That ass in general? A masterpiec-, "Wade?" Peter said his name, sounding like he wanted to laugh.
The little shit was playing though, because he bent over right then to look in his bag for his mask, and definitely on purpose, he was giving Wade a clear view of that very same divine, immaculate masterpiece of an ass. And Wade was loving it. He watched and waited, and then he grinned at Peter when the younger super stood up again and they looked at each other.
Wade answered his question very honestly,
"I'm definitely gonna' jerk off while thinking about fucking you in that suit, mask and all, until you're a sweaty, hot mess and all that spandex is clinging to that rocking bod like fucking saran wrap."
Peter, who had just put his mask on halfway down his face, paused with his mouth slightly open, and Wade couldn't see the heat he knew was darkening those brown eyes, but he could see Peter's desire in how he briefly bit his bottom lip, and in the small mischievous smirk that settled on his lips.
Then he turned and started to approach , and high hillbillies in heaven, he was definitely purposely swaying his narrow hips just so, the bright lights on the low ceiling of the mezzanine level reflecting and catching stunningly on the shiny material of his sexy suit. Fuck, Wade was absolutely entirely hard again, which was very noticeable, even with his legs spread and wearing loose sweats.
Peter walked right up to him across the short distance, until he stopped close enough to bump a knee to Wade's, and it took a few seconds for Wade to drag his eyes up over Peter's body before meeting his gaze.
Peter was still blushing a little, and he sounded both playful and amused when he said,
"We've had a lot of sex in the past few days."
Wade made a skeptical face,
"A lot is relative, Baby Boy, there is always room to make it a whole lot more." and he wasn't even joking. Peter kept grinning, and then his expression changed to one of exaggerated consideration,
"What if, when I get back later, I just wanna' cuddle?" he asked, voice obviously teasing and Wade didn't miss a beat, shifting to sit forward at the edge of the sofa and placing his hands on the backs of Peter's thighs, just below the underside curve of his sweet ass,
"Then I'm gonna' go online to download a copy of Cuddling for Dummies, and I'll spend my lonely hours reading the fuck up on it." and he fucking loved making Peter smile like he did right then, and getting that cute little giggle-chuckle out of him.
"I'm not sure that's actually a thing, but I appreciate the enthusiasm." he was leaning into Wade's touch and Wade could feel his thighs flexing under his palms and it was so hot.
"I would enthusiastically cuddle you, baby." he said quite seriously, feeling both very horny and very in love. Peter pursed his lips on a smile then, and with a gloved hand he lightly caressed his fingertips over the back of Wade's hand where it was on the younger super's thigh, and then all the way over his forearm, and over his bicep, up to where his gloved fingertips lightly tickled the top of Wade's shoulder,
"Sounds like more than enough incentive for me to hurry back." and even though the moment was sexually charged, Wade heard a clear hint of sweet sincerity in his words, and he leaned forward to press a kiss to where he knew Peter's belly button was under his suit, before wrapping his arms around the younger man and hugging him that way, closing his eyes and pressing his forehead to Peter's abdomen, feeling Peter breathe in and out lightly.
Wade felt almost high on his good feelings, his amazing present reality still feeling like it could slip away from him at any moment...but Peter's breathing was so calm and steady, his body so warm, and when both of the younger man's hands slid over his shoulders and up onto his neck, then to his head, Peter leaning more into his embrace, the physical touch grounded him. He needed it.
"I'm just hope you're not getting bored, you know, not doing merc work." Peter said then, completely unexpectedly, and his tone didn't really carry any specific inflection, was actually fairly neutral, but it made Wade feel anxious, while also reminding him of a few important things that he needed to get around to sorting out. Of course, one of those things he was able to address right then!
He leaned back from Peter so he could look up at the younger man again, and Peter continued to lightly cradle his head, the soft material of his gloved hands surprisingly pleasant on his scarred skin. He ended up staring at Peter again though, kept getting distracted by him. Two days of so much closeness, intimacy and sex and still he was struggling to believe he could be so lucky, it just-
"Wade?" Peter prompted and he blinked rapidly to snap himself out of it, squeezing his hands just under Peter's lovely booty as he stopped spacing out and bobbed his eyebrows,
"I wanted to know if I could join you on patrol, you know, if you'd like that?" because he'd been buying a lot of shit in the last few days specifically for that reason. In particular he'd bought a few different grappling hooks, including the projectable type, which would make it easier for him to keep up with Spidey swinging around the city.
"Seriously?" Peter sounded so damn keen, "Of course, yeah, but," then a little confused, disappointed, "like, how're you gonna' get around?" ah, the expected question, "I mean, I could carry and swing you with me, but I don't know whether you'd be cool with that." uuuuh, say what ?, "And also, like, if I do it too often, someone is bound to get pictures of it and that'll be awkward to explain, right?" he seemed to actually be asking that last question, his hands leaving Wade's head to turn his palms up.
And it was unfortunate, but Wade had to totally ignore that he really did like the idea of swinging around being carried by Spider-Man, because Peter wasn't wrong about someone eventually taking a picture of it. And since he was known as a merc and the Daily Bugle's owner was a prick, Wade knew pictures of that would lead to shitty headlines about Spidey. So Wade resigned himself to not getting a Spider-Man piggy bag around the city...for now.
"Nah, Baby Boy, I bought some equipment to help me keep up with you." Peter immediately looked excited and curious, "I still won't be as fast as you, but I'll definitely be faster than last time."
Peter opened his mouth and then closed it again to purse his lips on a smile, because yeah, he'd kind of slid his hands onto the younger super's delightful buttocks and he was shamelessly feeling up that derriere. Peter eventually unpursed his lips and said,
"You were pretty fast last time." sounding a bit distracted, those gloved hands returning to settle on his shoulders as Wade made a sad face and said,
"That's what she said."
Peter snorted a laugh and shook his head,
"Cómo estás tan ridículo?" he asked.
"No sé, baby." Wade answered, making Peter smile quite fondly, and Wade smiled too, adding, "Pero soy todo tuyo." before tilting his head back, Peter grinning and muttering 'good' as he leaned over for a few quick lip to lip kisses.
When the kisses drew to a natural end, Peter gave him a smile and a light shoulder squeeze,
"I gotta' go." he said, stepping back to walk away. Wade kept his hands on that ass as long as possible, and then made grabby hands once Peter was out of reach, as the younger super was saying, "I'll head out first, text me when you're suited up and we'll decide where to meet?"
Wade nodded dumbly,
"You got it, babe." he said, watching Peter walk toward one of the mezzanine level's windows, the one Wade had pointed out would be more convenient for him to use in future because it wasn't street facing like all the others.
"Awesome, see you soon." Peter said then, and just before completely pulling his mask down, he flashed another cute smile, and then he turned and leapt right out of the window.
Wade just sat there for a while after Peter left, staring at empty space, his cock still hard in his sweats. And yeah, yep, fucking-A, he was utterly and truly fucked. Totally Spidey-Whipped. And he had no complaints or objections to it whatsoever. And shit, he was actually looking forward to going out on patrol with Peter, because he really needed to get out.
Even though it'd been like he was on vacation the last few days, over all, he didn't do so well with being idle, and whenever Peter wasn't there, he struggled to find things to do to keep himself from getting annoyed or restless, or being a crazy idiot who fucked things up. So yeah, he needed to get out and do something. And sure, that something wouldn't include killing bad guys, which would take some getting used to, but hey, he needed the practice!
With that in mind, Wade got to his feet, and as he crossed the mezzanine level to go to the stairs, a tune popped into his head, so he started humming,
"Hm hm, hm hm, hmhm, hmhm, hm hmm," he was going downstairs and take a shower, so he could get ready to go out and meet Peter, "hmmmm, hm, hmhm, hm hm, hmhm, hmhm, hm hmmmm," of course, he was going to jerk off first, while the sound of Peter moaning 'oh fuck Wade yes' when he'd orgasmed earlier was still fresh in his mind, " to think about the one you love, and hold them tiiiight, so happy togeeeeetherrrrr... "
Wade didn't forget though, that at some point in the very near future, he needed to find the opportunity to take care of some final, and very, very sensitive, business.
Translations:
1. Don't stop.
2. Seriously?
3. Yes, I'm serious.
4. How are you so ridiculous?
5. I don't know.
6. But I'm all yours.