It wasn't the best idea, if anything he thought it was a terrible idea. But he was just so tired, and he really thought that on some level Deadpool cared. Behind the jokes and deflections he really believed the merc wanted to be his friend.

"Just ask, Spidey" the softness threw Peter for a loop. He rarely heard the serious side of Deadpool, and right now he was so tired he really couldn't even think of a time he'd ever heard it.

"I can't" he whispered his head falling forward and landing on the big, leather clad chest. His head was so heavy, his eyes didn't want to stay open. He needed to sleep, he needed a break but this villain was incessant. Honestly didn't he sleep?

"That's probably the best idea" Deadpool spoke cheerfully and Peter just ignored it, realising it wasn't meant for him. He almost sighed when Deadpool's large mucled arm wrapped around his shoulders but managed to hold it in.

"Gimme your suit" Deadpool blurted out causing Peter to snap his eyes open, crane his head back to look up to the man.

"What?" He frowned did he doze off and miss something? Though then again with Deadpool he was always missing some part of the conversation.

"Suit, take it off. I'm gonna do my own impersonation" he declared Peter tried to take a step back but the arm around him tensed making him stay in place.

"Are you insane?" Yes he was, stupid question "No!" He tried, really tried to sound firm but he was honestly too exhausted. It sounded more like a whine.

"Well, Duh! Come on, Webs. I'm done watching you suffer. It stopped being fun immediately. You don't even talk to me anymore! I have had zero new material to use!" There were the jokes again. And instead of being tiring, Peter in his delirium thought it was a little sweet. Because he figured this was Deadpool's version of worried. But the thought Deadpool was worried about him, sincerely worried about him made his chest flutter.

But he couldn't focus on that right now. Deadpool had been good in the time they'd known each other. Not once had he killed anyone with him, or majorly hurt anyone. It was still more bloody than Peter liked but he wasn't going to complain. The fact Deadpool was trying was enough, and Peter understood from the little they talked about it, it was just a part of him. And it seemed like it was engraved in him pretty deep and Peter didn't want to force him to be something he wasn't. He knew now, that Deadpool wasn't a bad guy.

"Look Baby Boy, you are about to drop. I'll just take it from you when you're asleep. Then I'll get a great view of that perfect ass and some" Peter could hear the smile in his voice followed by a wink. He was even too tired to fight the flirting. The rate the man could hit on someone was both impressive and concerning.

"You can't kill him, Wade" he finally sighed and the sharp intake of breath from the older man made him jump.

"Okay, Webs, you cannot say my real name for the first time in that adorable as fuck sleepy voice. It does things to a man!" He quipped and if Peter had the energy he'd have been mortified.

"Sorry" he sighed. He'd not used Deadpool's real name because it just wasn't fair that he hadn't revealed his identity to the merc. Deadpool hadn't taken any care to hide his identity, and he supposed he never really had to given he couldn't die and all. But to Peter it was just common courtesy to use his alias as he had forced Deadpool to use his.

"Oh don't be, I now can imagine it in other tones. Because damn it sounds good coming from your mouth. Though I know your mouth is go-"

"Stop" Peter put his hand on the man's chest. There was silence. Then a frustrated groan that knocked Peter awake from his dozing on the mans chest. It was oddly comforting being held by the merc, he'd denied all advances the last two years, pretty sure that it was just Deadpool messing around, but before all the mess with Chameleon, Peter had noticed a change with the way he looked at Deadpool, how he felt about him. But even if he was now feeling... feelings he couldn't exactly act on it. He'd watched Deadpool hit on most other heroes, mercs and villains just as vehemently as he had on him. So he knew it was a futile unrequited crush. A crush he would quickly lose, as soon as he could relax and not be on high alert for Chameleon.

"You're my number one Baby Boy. So I gotta help you. Besides I really like our escapades and getting a good view when you swing away. Can't have you becoming as crazy as me from sleep deprivation. I'm the crazy one, you can't take that from me. So we are taking you to my place, imma taking your suit and imma kill the lizard dead. Then you are gonna sleep, I won't peek. Deadpools honour and I know I don't have much but I'll squeeze some out for ya" Peter snorted shaking his head before his eyes flew open as his legs were swept from under him as Deadpool picked him up bridal style.

"He-"

"If we go through the window like this does it count?" Deadpool asked walking toward the fire escape "like does that mean we're married? That'll be cool. I've always wanted to marry Spiderman! You know that right? Okay well technically I've always wanted to go to pou-"

"Deadpool!" Peter half yelled suddenly very awake. But his spidey senses didn't so much as twinge. So why was he so panicked? He felt more alert than he had in a while as his heart felt like it was lurching in his chest along with his stomach. The older man simply walked to the fire escape and began walking down two floors and stopped at a window. Peter felt his brows furrow as Deadpool used the hand under his legs to open the window and crouch through.

"You meet me on your own building roof?!" Peter asked incredulously. "You are insane" he whispered as he was set on the old green faded couch. It was old and the cushions had lost their elasticity making him sink into the imprint of Deadpool. Before he could get a response from the man he hand turned on his heels and headed through a door.

The apartment wasn't really home like, much like his own it had the bare necessities, a couch, coffee table (with a plate and a half eaten sandwhich) the TV on a empty TV stand. There was a small cabinet with a picture on it. It was Deadpool, well, Wade. Before his mutation and scars, with a beautiful woman. Peter felt his heart flutter at just how good looking Wade was, and he understood a little more why the new look must really bother him. Peter had seen him without the mask on a lot over the years. It never phased him, not once did he ever feel the need to ask him to cover up. And he liked to think that's why he would do it so easily with him now.

He'd heard others, coment on how bad he looked. He'd only been passing Hells Kitchen and heard Deadpool. He was gonna stop and say hi, offer a patrol when he'd heard a second voice and perched on the roof above. They seemed friendly enough, then the other man had given a disgusted snort and asked where Deadpools mask was, it was turning his stomach looking at him. And Peter was fully prepared to go down there and give the man a what for, he wasn't so good to look at either but at least Deadpool had a good heart. He didn't see that being the case for the man, but Deadpool had brushed it off and he knew he didn't really have a place to get involved.

"Son of a bitch! Fucking useless peice of unicorn shit!" Deadpools yell of frustration made Peter jump pulling him out of his thoughts. He was about to go check what was happening when there was a gun shot. He was up and running through the hallway stopping at the doorway revealing a bedroom. Deadpool was stood gun aimed at his closet.

"What? Are you okay? What happened?" Peter asked not sensing any danger. Her leant in to try and look into the closet without entering the room.

"Nothing. Here!" He sounded cheerful as he holstered his gun holding up a Spiderman mask. It wasn't a cheap looking one either.

"Why do-" he cut off "I don't wanna know" he decided standing up straight. "I'm really not comfortable with this. I'm just gonna go home and-"

"The fuck you are! You're gonna let me take care of this fucker. A drained and slow spider is no good to the city" Peter sighed and agreed or able to protect the people closest to him. The last altercation with Chameleon was as he impersonated Black Cat. The fact he knew enough that Peter knew her personally was more than concerning. What if he knew his identity? Aunt May would be at risk and he couldn't even think about her being brought

"I'll figure it out" he sighed, he couldn't agree to let Deadpool kill for him. It would be like pulling the trigger himself.

"You don't have to. I already have. Now you either let me do it quickly, or I will do it anyway, you know the bloody, chopping off limbs and other apendages to get information. I love the messy route, and its been a while I'd probably get a good night of masturbation in with it, but then you'd get upset I'd hurt so-"

"I get it" Peter choked out imagining all the carnage Deadpool would leave in his wake, probably purposefully letting it be known he was after Chameleon just to let him know he was on his list. He sighed and stepped back to slide down against the wall, his exhaustion hitting him. He looked Deadpool over and whimpered at the thought of his poor suit on the huge man. Who was now unclipping his belt of weapons. He was broad, with hard muscles everywhere. His suit didn't exactly leave much to the imagination. Neither did his own but that wasn't the point. He was scrawny and skinny with enough muscle to show he regularly used them. He was worried his suit would rip on Deadpool. How far would spandex stretch before... ah hell, he was just gonna need a new one.

Before he could even respond gloved hands were pulling his top from him. He yelled in surprise arms trying to push the man back.

"No, wait! I-" He huffed as it came over his head. Deadpool crouched in front of him holding out a hoodie.

"I have some joggers for you too. If your anything like me your naked under all this" Peter hadn't never heard him so serious, and not make an inappropriate comment on the nakedness, he actually sounded soft and trying to be comforting. Peter's eyes prickled as his shaking hand took the grey hoodie, he was so weak. He should be able to deal with this alone. He pulled the hoodie over his head and let out a shakey breath.

"Don't make me forcefully take your pants off" Deadpool said reaching for the joggers and holding them out to Peter. He sounded a little worried he might have to and it made Peter smile softly under his mask, Deadpool was a lot of things... but he'd never force himself on someone. Not that, that was what he meant at the moment but the point stood. Peter nodded and stood up the hoodie falling to his mid thigh and realised just how small he was compared to Deadpool.

Reluctantly he took off his pants and then held up the insole and looked at deadpools feet and let out another small whimper.

"Baby Boy you gotta stop making those sounds" Deadpool groaned taking the pants and quickly turning away to let Peter put on the joggers. Now all he had on was his mask, gloves and web shooters... and he felt naked dispite the large clothes. Deadpool came out and the suit fit better than he'd thought it would, even if a little tight. Though he could see his toes through the feet. His katana's were gone, along with his strapped weapons.

"He is not gonna fall for that" Peter said softly his exhaustion fighting his consciousness. "You're too big" he sighed and when Deadpool picked him up he didn't fight it. In fact he just put his head on the chest.

"That's what she said" Deadpool chuckled and Peter could only mentally roll his eyes at the childish response. He lay him on the bed lifting a pink comforter with a unicorn on it then stopped "Best not" he muttered before throwing it in the corner and taking a plain one from a drawer under his bed.

"Thanks" Peter said appreciatively, Deadpool had mentioned a few times he had a fetish for unicorns... of all things. And though Peter and probably 99.8% of the population didn't understand that, he wasn't about to judge. Hell, he seemed to have a thing for killer mercs who are certifiably insane. The man hears voices for crying out loud.

"Time to give me the mask" his smooth voice said softly. "He won't believe this one is yours, it doesn't have the eye tech" he defended "I got this out so you didn't have to wear mine" he shrugged gently taking his wrists and removing the Web shooters and gloves. Peter ignored how big Deadpool's hands were but they were so warm and the scars went down to his fingers. Peter's tears fell then, this was really happening... he wanted to jump up and bolt. He still could... he was sure he had enough strength to get up and run. But he knew that would be futile. Deadpool had his sights on Chameleon now. His shaking hands slowly reached for the mask and Deadpool dropped his spiderman mask on his lap before turning around and covering his eyes. Peter quickly put the hood down and swapped the masks and pulling the hood back up. As if it would hide him from the reality of the situation.

"You can look now..." he croaked Deadpool slowly turned to face him tilting his head

"Not bad, worth the money" he nodded pulling off his own mask

"I'll make sure the world knows I did it" he promised kneeling forward and kissing Peter's head. Putting the mask on, Peter's eyes were blurring as he watched Deadpool get accustomed to the eye tech. "Damn Webs" he sighed sounding impressed "Okay, you go to dream land and I'll go be you until he shows" he strapped a gun to his leg and left. Peter turned into the pillow and cried.

-

He woke up but couldn't open his eyes, they were so heavy while he tried to rouse himself from unconsciousness. He frowned at the uncomfortability of pants rolled up and twisted round his legs. He never slept in his pants for this reason. He finally opened his eyes appreciative of the feeling of a long sleep. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten more than two hours of sleep. His eyes widened as the memories of the night before hit him.

No, no, no, no, no!

Oh god!

He sat up and looked around the unfamiliar room and saw the very familiar katana's against the wall. He felt his stomach lurch and a cold sweat hit him. He scrambled out the bed turning to the only other door he hadn't been through thankful it was the bathroom. He lifted the mask to his nose before throwing up in the toilet. Tears fell down his eyes and he wondered if he was too late to catch Deadpool and say he didn't need to, he got some sleep and could deal with it all now. Why had he let him go? He knew why, he was weak, and desperate and just wanted some peace. And sure his severe deprivation of sleep probably clouded his judgement a little bit but... oh god. He finally managed to stop throwing up and stood up to the sink to rinse out his mouth. He hadn't heard Deadpool yet and left to the livingroom.

It was dusk and Peter couldn't believe he had slept the whole day. He frowned and wondered where Deadpool was. He turned in the TV going straight to the news hoping he could get some sort of update. He could feel the colour drain from his face the moment it came on. Breaking News: Deadpool kills Chameleon while impersonating our very own Neighbourhood Hero, Spiderman. Concerns for Spiderman has taken over social media. Police are on the hunt for Deadpool, also known as Wade Wilson former CSF.

God Deadpool did you have to make it so public? How are we supposed to explain this to the police? Peter fell back into the couch while he worried about Deadpool. He could look after himself, Peter didn't doubt that but how were they expected to even work together now? He liked working with Deadpool, dispute his complaints about the man's behaviour he actually enjoyed spending time with him, he like seeing him grow and try to be better. Okay so he just liked the guy, sue him. He was funny, and honest and yeah a little weird but he made Peter feel safe. His spidey sense was valways going off for something or another and it was so calm around Deadpool.

It took him years to understand all the little triggers and what each meant but as long as his loved ones were okay it was usually just in the background with the merc, unless they were fighting of course. He took comfort in the fact it wasn't going off now, but that didn't mean Deadpool wasn't in trouble now. He looked around the apartment and frowned at the holes in the walls and floor. Some were bullet holes, some were from knives. Peter remembered the gunshots the night before and figured this must be a normal thing. What about his neighbours? He could really hurt someone doing that. He got up to pace around the room and froze at the flash of red and blue on the foot locker behind the couch. There folded carefully was his suit, mask, gloves and web shooters. His heart hammered in his chest as his breathing picked up. He'd been back. He immediately put his web shooters back on feeling a little more like himself. He hated not having them on, it was weird. If Deadpool haad come back where was he? He considered going out and looking for him but since the cit,y thought Deadpool was out gallivanting as Spiderman it probably wasn't safe.

"Oh no! Spidey babe is fine" Peter whipped his head to the TV. There on the screen stood Deadpool only in his mask and civilian clothing showing his scarred arms. It was live. "He will be back saving you folks tonight I'm sure. He might be a little angry with me" he giggled putting his hand to his mouth "but it was the perfect chance to get the lizard. He had been hounding the Spider for a while and I had an easy way to lure him out" Peter's mouth fell open, yes, he was insane.

"Did someone hire you to kill Chameleon?" The woman reporting asked

"Sure did. Spidey refused to help so" he shrugged like that was explanation enough. "Gotta go, maybe I'll see you guys again. I might get kicked out, again" he snorted before literally skipping away.

"Do you know who Spiderman is?!" The woman called

"I wish! Superhero Bro Code says big no no on identity" He yelled before dissapearing around a corner. Peter fell back into the couch hands on his head. How was he ever going to explain this? How was he supposed to be okay with the fact someone is dead because of him? That Deadpool literally killed for him? And sure maybe the killing wasn't new but he required money for it. Peter had no money, nothing to pay the man with. He hadn't hired him at all! Why would he say that he was hired for it?It was night by the time the keys jangled in the door. Peter sprung up and stood between the couch and coffee table anxiously.

"Baby Boy?" Deadpools voice called concerned before his footfalls became heavier as he rushed to the living room. "Damn, call out would ya!" He sighed walking in and putting the takeout bag on the table. But Peter couldn't even get his mouth to work, he felt like his chest was shaking as he bit his lip and tried not to let his emotions burst out. "You don't need to feel any guilt. All me babe. Seriously I'd have done it anyway" He shrugged and at that Peter let out a distressed cry falling back into the couch. Shaking his head as he had to take a gasping breath in. The merc was on his knees in front of Peter in a second "Oh come on Sweetums, don't get worked up. He deserved to be dead! It'll be better without him!" He almost sounded desperate.

And sure Peter wasn't niave, he knew the world would probably be a much better place with some people gone. In fact, he believed it and it was hard to remember that sometimes. But just because he had super strength and great reflexes and the ability to kill someone didn't mean he had the right. He was responsible for using it for good. And sure maybe letting the dangerous people live wasn't right in the grand scheme of things... but it wasn't his place to decide. Even those who know his identity he always just sent them off to the Raft and went on about his life. Some had seen his face, some knew him personally but...

"I can't pay you back for this" he sobbed "I can't even accept I'm responsibl-" he cut off and bit his lip hard. Deadpool ripped his mask off looking genuinely hurt.

"I don't need anything for it" he said looking a little indignant.

"But you on-"

"I've killed plenty of people without needing payment. Especially for-" he cut off and shrugged "It's Pro Bono!" He tacked on as if that was all the explanation needed "you are like my best friend. And fuck I need new material. Which granted I got because those little noises are gonna set me up for months. Is that what you sound like in bed? Please say yes!" He turned to reach for the bag and put it in Peter's lap. "Ugh I wish you liked dick! And me, hard to suck face with this burnt out, baked potato lookin stink fest"

"You don't stink"

"Tell my fucking nose!" He snorted"You wear your mask 85% of the time" Peter pointed out because he didn't like Deadpool thinking he was unwanted.

"Anyway, I had a point. Right. I wanted that fucktard dead. I wanted to do more than I did because he was shitstain that needed wiping out. Not on you. Me. You hear me" Peter nodded and sniffled while trying to calm down. Trying to accept the words. He watched Deadpool reach for his mask and quickly shot his webs to stick it to the floor

"Hey!" He whined

"You can't have it if you think you need to cover up" Peter said casually "your not the eye sore you think you are"

"Then you are blinder than Al" he shrugged seemingly unbothered for the most part. But Peter could see the doubt in his eyes. He had nothing to say to it that wouldn't give away his crush. His crush that was supposed to pass. So he dug in the bag and smiled softly at the predictability of the merc. Chimichanga's. Passing one to Deadpool froze as a thought occurred to him.

"Do you really like these? Or do you just like saying the word?" He asked curiously and the smile grew as Deadpool looked at him with a guarded expression. And the laugh was just futile to try and stop.

"Hey! They're delicious okay! The word being fun is just a bonus" he shrugged defensively lifting to sit on the table. They ate in silence until Deadpool got up to the kitchen and returned with two beers. "You can crash again. This time we can share the bed" he offered clapping his hands together like an excited school girl "oh please share my bed" his tone became seductive and Peter was glad for the mask covering most of his face as he quickly took a drink of the beer. "Not gonna happen" he rejected "What does a Deadpool have to do to do you?" He asked pouting and folding his arms accross his chest. Peter had to close his eyes and take a slow deep breath. Ignore the arms. Ignore the flirting he is just being Deadpool, he reminded himself.

"Sorry Pool, I don't sleep with pathological flirts. They just like the chase" he teased

"Not true. We enjoy the catch" he fired back and at that Peter did roll his eyes. Then jumped at the hand clamping on his arm and the dramatic gasp from the man "Wait! So if I wasn't so shameless you'd sleep with me?!" Then put both hands to the side of his face "wait, wait, wait a damned jiffy! Spidey are you gay?" Peter choked out a laugh and figured the man had earned a straight, personal answer. Pun unintended

"I'm not unfamiliar with sex with a man" he shrugged, okay that wasn't exactly a clear answer. And that made him sound way more experienced than he actually was. He'd had sex with a guy once, and it was awkward, messy and a little uncomfortable. But neither of them really knew what they were doing and Peter was pretty sure it confirmed for his partner that sex was just not for them.

"Fuck my soul with a Spidey dildo!" Deadpool gasped and Peter immediately regretted it. He was never gonna let up now. He had thought about it, sex with the merc, because he denied and denied his feelings but he was in pretty deep. But knowing it was all for shits and giggles with Deadpool he couldn't really accept it. So he laughed it off.

"Don't think you can do that with a soul" he retorted

"My ass then! Well, preferably yours because I've tried bottom and not my chimichanga, but if I get to finally have you, I'll take it" he shrugged and Peter tried to ignore the light in his eyes, because he knew better that to believe it was hope, just excitement.

"Bold of you to assume I'm a top" he blurted before he could stop himself and the pure, sexually gratifying sounding groan that came from Deadpool had his own dick twitching.

Oh.

Oh he gets what the man meant now. He should probably remember that.

"You're killing me baby boy" Deadpool whispered leaning in closer. Peter felt like his heart stopped for a moment. No. He wasn't going to go there. He wasn't a one night stand kind of guy, he just couldn't do that. When Deadpool lifted his hand to reach for him Peter leant back and the older man stopped his movement.

"I can't do a casual thing, Pool. I know it's nothing to you but I need more than-"

"It's not nothing" he leant in closer but kept his hands to himself "I've wanted to fuck or be fucked by you for years. Years and that's not for some one and done. If you're worried about me using you that ain't the case baby cakes. I'd be used by you" Peter felt his eyes widen and the hope that bloomed in his chest was almost painful. Maybe his emotions were making him stupid, or the delirium hadn't lifted yet. Or this was just the one aspect he was profoundly stupid in. "Let's face it, you are stupendously out of my league. I bet you're so fucking hot under this mask too. It's a good thing I'm funny, huh?" He smiled but it was clearly half heartedly.

"You are not funny" Peter lied "so boring" he said it with too much emphasis to show Deadpool he was joking. It was bad, right? To even consider having sex with this man after he killed a man for him, he should be riddled with guilt, and he was. But he was also relieved. And a teeny tiny bit thankful. And his own feelings had latched onto the words just spoken. "I've only been with one guy" he yet again blurted and resisted the urge to smack his head.

"That's okay" he said softly and Peter had to wonder who moved closer when he felt the warmth of Wade's breath. His mask was on, well not his, but Deadpool's one and he contemplated taking it off. After what he had just done for him, well, he found it hard to think of reasons to hide anymore. But this was Deadpool, if he showed his face he'd basically be telling him exactly who he was. He didn't have enough fingers to count how many times they had found someone just because the man knew their face. "If I kiss you will I get pummeled into a new timeline?" Deadpool said desperately and Peter's eyes snapped into focus as he realised their lips were almost touching. He couldn't speak, his mouth had gone dry, his heart felt like it was in his stomach while it was flipping about. This would cross a line.

A line he had spent a long time making. And he worried he was just overwhelmed and didn't want to regret it. But he'd be a liar if he said he wasn't curious, that he hadn't thought about it. A lot. So he shook his head. He barely completed a full shake of his head when Deadpool dove forward closing the space and knocking Peter back slightly. He had to grip the back of the couch to keep them upright before he registered it. He was kissing Deadpool. It was slow and he could tell Deadpool was being considerate and holding back. It made his stomach lose control before he pushed back into Deadpool lifting his head to deepen the kiss. When the warm wet tongue entered his mouth Peter hummed happily and gripped Deadpool's hoodie tightly. That seemed to be all the invitation Deadpool needed to wrap his large arm around Peter and pull him up to stradle his lap. The moment he was in place hot, calloused and uneven hands were inside the hoodie and running over his torso to his back. One hand went up to grip the back of his neck as the other arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him right up to Deadpool's very hard and aroused groin. The shock of the pressure on his own caused him to release Deadpool's lips to gasp out a moan of pleasure.

Oh.

This was dangerous.

But it felt good. He looked down to Deadpool who was watching him with sharp, intent eyes. His grip on the back of his neck tightened and Peter's legs tightened over the thick muscular thighs. He had to bite his lip as Deadpool moved his hand lower taking a good handful of his ass and the roll of Peter's hips was totally involuntary. Oh god, if he was decided he wasn't going to have sex with the Merc with the mouth he should NOT do that again. But he wasn't really given a choice before Deadpool lifted his hips deliberately, still watching Peter.

"Fuck it" Peter choked out as he tried to swallow down the moan. He unzipped Deadpools hoodie as he smashed his lips against the bumpy chapped lips he'd been fantasising about for months. It wasn't even an issue, he was glad to discover. His hands came to the broad chest and whimpered slightly at the shirt underneath the.

"Patience Baby Boy" Deadpool cooed against his lips but Peter only shook his head and dove his tongue into the other man's mouth moving his hand up to the mans shoulders. All sense had clearly abandoned him, all his reasonings and logic and fears had fled out the window while he was only left with months of desire and possible remnants of sleep deprivation delirium. He had never really felt so out of control of his action.

And when Deadpool winced at his increasingly tight grip on his shoulders, Peter's eyes snapped open and he jumped up to land on the ceiling. Crap. Oh he lost control. Okay so maybe he was beyond pent up and forgot to keep his strength in check.

"Sorry!" He blurted out voice laced with guilt and shame. Deadpool looked up to him dazed and frowning clearly a little confused before his eye focused on Peter stuck to his ceiling. His top was all mussed and wrinkled, when had he taken the hoodie off? And Peter had to force his eyes not to keep looking at the sizable tent in Deadpool's pant. He internally groaned and closed his eye.

"Why..? Spidey that's not gonna get us anywhere" he pointed out

"I'm sorry. I shou-" he cut off looking to the ceiling and hiding his still masked face from Deadpool. The man stood up, easily reaching up and brushing his fingers on the back of his neck. It caused a shiver to go through Peter and he nearly lost his hold on the wall.

"Didn't hear me complaining did you?" Peter heard the dissapointment but he couldn't look at him. "Come on, Webs, I'm not that fragile" he sounded like he was trying to coax a wild animal. "Seriously, if you leave me hanging after that I might go crazier than I already am" Peter snorted and slowly moved into a crouch and was at Wade's head.

" I got carried away" he sighed

"Not yet you didn't" Wade smirked lifting his arm to cup the back of Peter's neck. "C'mon, Spidey"

"Peter" he whispered using his fingers to stick to the wall and hang down smiling at Wade's confused frown. The Merc had to look up a bit but watching his eyes widen as he slowly lifted the mask up to his hairline "my name is Peter" he specified wrapping his legs around Wade's torso liking how the man seemed to instinctively wrap his arms around him. He looked starstruck as his eyes ran over Peter's face. He let go of the ceiling completely. Trusting Wade wouldn't let him fall. Not that he wouldn't land it but that's not the point. "Way, way, way out of my league. Fuck baby" he looked pained for a moment before reaching up to take his lips.

"Let's go to the room" Peter gasped into his mouth before resuming the kiss. God why was it fair Wade was so hot and so good with his mouth?


I saw a comic strip on this basic idea and then I could NOT let it go! I'm not even a big SpideyPool shipper. I mean I like their friendship but I've fallen down the ship rabbit hole and it is growing on me. Anyway thanks to the artist who made the strip! I LOVE the idea, obviously. And there, my first Marvel fiction. Hope I did okay, thanks for reading