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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Spider-Man_-_All_Media_Types, Deadpool_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Peter_Parker/Wade_Wilson
  Character:
      Peter_Parker, Wade_Wilson
  Additional Tags:
      Peter_is_only_17, Anal, Oral, Anal_Fingering, Virgin_Peter, but_also_very
      sex_interested_Peter, Rimming, Dirty_Talk, Somnophilia, Everything_is
      consensual
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-05-10 Words: 6888
****** That Pesky V-Card ******
by TimmyJaybird
Summary
     Peter shows up at his sort-of-but-not-quite-boyfriend's house
     unannounced, with his mind set on one single goal.
Notes
     The Spideypool fandom just seems so wonderful, I couldn't help but
     want to add to it.
See the end of the work for more notes
It was easy to look at Peter and forget that, when the need arose, he was the
ever amazing Spiderman, and not just some little teenage boy.
In this moment, sprawled out on Wade’s couch in his jeans and t-shirt, flipping
through channels ideally, it was definitely easy to forget.
He’d shown up maybe an hour earlier, just after dark, with this sweet sort of
sarcastic smile, his bag slung over one shoulder, and Wade hadn’t even thought
of telling the kid to go home. He never did.
He’s the sweetest piece of ass you’ve ever seen.
Young and sweet, only seventeen!
“You’re staring.” Wade’s head jerked up, and Peter was watching him, one
eyebrow quirked up. Oh, he had been staring.
“And how can I not Petey, have you bothered to look ar yourself?” He grinned,
crossing the room and hopping onto the couch, Peter barely having the chance to
scrunch his legs out of the way. Wade leaned an arm over the back of the couch,
still giving him that big grin. It was nice to see it though, sans mask.
Typically Wade just pulled his mask up above his nose, didn’t let Peter see his
face.
Then again, Peter didn’t just show up at his apartment very much. So seeing the
man in something aside of his suit was almost jarring. Not that he minded. He
just wished Wade would chill and realize the scars didn’t bother him.
Peter scoffed, turning his attention back to the television. He wasn’t sure
what he was looking for, if he really wanted anything at all. He just knew he’d
managed to sneak out and would rather spend a night on Wade’s couch then
swinging from the city’s buildings, for once.
Or better, his bed.
They hadn’t been dating long- if you could even call rutting like animals
dating. He probably shouldn’t even think of it as that- but Peter did. In a
stupid way that made him angry at himself for it. Wade was a sarcastic,
annoying, stranger-then-all-hell asshole- but he liked him, even if he didn’t
want to admit it.
Besides, the guy got him off like no one ever did.
He stretched his legs over Wade’s lap, an instant later one of the mercenary’s
hands on his calf, stroking. Peter didn’t stop him, had actually hoped he’d do
exactly that, and shifted, casually pushing his hips up for a moment. Wade was
still staring at him, and it made him feel hot under his skin and almost uneasy
all at once. He didn’t dislike it- but he wouldn’t admit that.
“Find something,” he said, tossing the remote down to him. Wade caught it,
tapping it on the arm of the couch.
“Can’t I just watch you Petey?”
“Watch me do what?”
“Anything. Breathe maybe.” Peter rolled his eyes.
“You’re creepy, Wade.” The man beamed at him.
“Oh, you love it.”
He definitely does.
Can we eat him up now?
Peter didn’t say anything, deciding he’d stare idly at the TV as Wade flipped
through the channels, catching a few minutes of a program before he got bored
and flipped up a channel. With each flip his hand inched up Peter’s leg, until
it hit his thigh and Peter turned his gaze to him. “You know I can feel that.”
“Aw c’mon Petey sweetie, don’t tell me you came all the way over here to stare
at the television all night?” Peter pinched his lips together- because, truth
be told, he didn’t. He came over hoping he’d end up with Wade all over him,
with a hand around his cock and a mouth on his own. Or the two of them
squirming around, grinding into each other until they were delirious.
Or more, if it ended up that way. Because, until this point, it hadn’t. And
there seemed like so much Peter wanted but didn’t know how to ask for, or if he
was really ready for it.
So, maybe he hoped Wade would take the initiative and just do it.
Wade’s hand slipped higher, squeezed his thigh, and Peter couldn’t help it, he
spread his legs slightly, trying to slide down closer to his hand. Wade
grinned, that shit-eating-made-Peter-want-to-punch-him-grin, and reached for
Peter, grabbing him and hoisting him up, right onto his lap. Peter squirmed-
but didn’t really try to get away, could have if he wanted, knew he over
powered the larger man despite the size difference. When he was settled he was
straddling Wade’s lap, the older man’s hands on his hips, fingertips curling
back against the flesh of his ass.
“Wade,” Peter whined, half-heartedly, placing his hands on his chest. Wade
leaned in, smirking at him, close enough that Peter could feel him breathe.
“You really want me to let you go baby boy? Just say the word.” Peter openly
shivered, his breath catching in his throat, wanting to slap Wade for the
stupid pet name but knowing he loved it, that it made his belly tighten up like
a coiled snake. So of course he didn’t say anything, and got Wade’s smirk in
return, before the man kissed him, clutching him tightly as he pried Peter’s
mouth open with his tongue, tested the points of each of his teeth with that
slick muscle that had the boy melting.
His hands on Wade’s chest turned to fists, clutching at the worn cotton,
fisting, tugging, his body shifting as he squirmed. He wanted it gone. Wanted
everything gone. Wanted skin-on-skin, which he never got with Wade.
Wade tilted Peter’s head back, kissing him to the point that the boy couldn’t
breathe, could barely think- and it was so hard to not chuckle into his mouth,
to point out what a bad liar little Spidey was when he tried to pretend he
didn’t come over for this reason, and this reason alone.
He’s so obvious.
Probably time to fuck him senseless.
Haven’t we waited long enough?
Wade opened his mouth to comment, but Peter took the brief moment to breathe,
and kiss him now, trying to push his tongue into Wade’s mouth. The attempt at
dominance was just goddamn adorable, and Wade let him have it, letting his
hands move from Peter’s hips to his ass, grabbing handfuls of flesh and
squeezing, leaving the boy gasping.
Peter pulled back from Wade’s mouth, just to shift about- could feel the other
man’s erection through Wade’s sweatpants and his jeans, couldn’t help but rub
along it, making Wade groan but smile, just keep smiling at him.
Then, before he had the chance to kiss him again, Wade’s arms were locking
around him as he moved, stood up and effectively threw Peter over his shoulder.
The boy gasped, flailed for a moment as Wade moved across the room, keeping a
firm hold on him. “W-Wade!” he cried, feeling as if he might slide right over
the man’s back and land on the floor, on his head.
“Oh hush Pete, enjoy the ride!” He squeezed his thighs where he held them, as
he maneuvered through the cluttered hallway, and into the bedroom. He dumped
Peter onto the unmade bed, the teenager squirming around on the sheets- when
was the last time Wade washed them? Oh god Peter was sure he didn’t want to
think about it- before climbed over him, pinning him down with his weight.
Peter pushed against him- but not hard, not with his true strength, and Wade
knew this, grinned over it.
Because it meant that Peter definitely wanted this, definitely came over
uninvited with this in mind.
Well, not that he’s ever not invited.
Open door policy for his sweet ass!
“So my ass is sweet, huh?” Peter asked, giving Wade his own grin, and Wade
realized he must have said at least that last bit out loud. He was still for a
moment, before he moved off Peter, grabbing him and easily flipping him onto
his belly. Peter gave a little cry, but didn’t resist as Wade reached for his
jeans, trying to tug them off his hips, impatient. Peter lifted his hips,
squirming as they were pulled down his thighs, his underwear following, leaving
his ass exposed.
His cheeks flushed over it. He hadn’t really been naked around Wade, either.
Not that he was now, or even close to it- but Wade had usually simply pulled
his cock free of his clothes and jacked him off, and that was that. Having his
ass exposed was new.
“Absolutely Spidey-boy,” Wade nearly purred, running his hands up over Peter’s
flesh, grabbing two handfuls. Peter moaned, pushed back against those hands-
hadn’t expected it to feel that good, or even to feel much of anything. Wade
was leaning over him, he could feel his breath on his ass, warm. “And I’m gonna
prove it.”
Peter opened his mouth to ask what the hell he meant, when Wade parted flesh,
and a moment later his tongue was there, pressing against Peter’s hole, warm
and wet and showing him nerves he didn’t know existed. A loud whine escaped his
open mouth as he squirmed, caught between pulling away at the idea of what Wade
was doing, and pushing back against his mouth, against that sudden sweet
feeling that was pulsing up through him. He clutched at the sheets around him,
tossing his head, choosing to do nothing and let Wade man-handle his ass, let
his tongue trace his hole before pressing against the tight ring of muscle,
slipping slightly inside.
Peter gasped, arched then, pushed back. His cock, which had been fairly hard
from simply kissing Wade, from the simple idea that he’d get to get his rocks
off at some point that night thanks to his possible-maybe-boyfriend, was now
rock hard, pressed between his belly and the mattress. He was leaking onto his
tshirt, but could barely tell. He heard his blood pounding in his head, felt it
in his temples, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask Wade to stop. It just felt
so good he didn’t know how to handle it.
His cock pulsed, and Peter considered the fact that he might cum simply from
this. He raised his hips again, pushed back against Wade’s mouth and tongue,
and the mercenary chuckled against him, into him, and it was so obscene and hot
that Peter gave a loud, wanton moan. When Wade pulled back then, the moan
turned to a whine, a whimper as his ass was pinched.
“Said your ass was sweet baby boy,” he teased, and Peter felt a quiver go
through him. He needed something, needed to get off, but it didn’t seem that
simple. He’d never been with a guy until Wade- okay, if he was honest, he
hadn’t really been with anyone, but before Wade he hadn’t even considered other
guys- and hadn’t ever thought about what it’d be like to have sex with one.
Even at first, it hadn’t really crossed his mind. Wade giving him a hand job
with his tongue in his mouth felt like release, but not exactly sex. But it was
damn fucking good and he didn’t think it could get better.
But he’d started to think about it, finally let his mind wonder what it’d be
like if Wade...if Wade did something else, if he let Wade push him down into
his bed, if he let Wade fuck him. The idea was terrifying and thrilling and
he’d be lying down to his bones if he said he didn’t come over thinking maybe
it’d happen. Maybe if he caught Wade in the comfort of his own apartment he
could get him into the idea. Not that he thought the man didn’t want to fuck
him- he was sure he did, he knew Wade was crazy for him. But there was a
gentleness he had for the boy, a tenderness. He wasn’t rough- or well, rougher
then Peter could handle. He was sweet.
“Wade,” he whined, even as the man slid up along his back, mouth on the back of
his neck. His cheek brushed Peter’s cheek and he could feel a scar, rough skin
that left him with goosebumps. “Wade I need to-“
“I know baby boy,” he whispered, a hand running along his side, slipping
between him and the mattress, wrapping around his cock, “I know.” Peter gasped
as he stroked, squirmed around, his head shaking.
“No,” he whimpered, “Want...want you.”
“You’ve got me.”
“I-ins-side.”
Wade’s hand stopped moving at that. He had gone tense, sure he hadn’t heard
Peter right.
Holy fucking shit, he wants us to fuck him.
Dreams really do come true!
He did really say that, right?
“I did,” Peter breathed, and Wade realized he must have said that out loud too.
He moved off the boy, a hand resting on the small of his back, pushing his t-
shirt up. Wade’s hands were rough, calloused and scarred and they always drove
Peter wild. As if they could be gentle with him, but knew he could handle it if
they weren’t. That he’d like it.
Wade was flipping him over again, onto his back, kissing him before Peter could
think, his lips and then his jawline, to his ear. “You sure?” he asked, his
hands pushing his jeans and underwear lower on his thighs. Peter nodded,
reaching down to help him, wanting to be completely exposed- hoping he could
get Wade the same way. The fact that he had convinced him to not put his mask
on the moment he showed up, that had been a miracle.
Not that Peter hadn’t seen him maskless. He had, but not for long period of
time. Wade didn’t like it, he knew that. Insecure like a schoolgirl- when Peter
loved him, every bit of him. He just didn’t know how to say that.
Wade helped him out of his clothing, tossing it into the abyss of his bedroom,
before he leaned over Peter, rummaging around in his nightstand and coming back
with a little bottle of lube. He kissed Peter again, probably to distract him
as he opened the bottle, slicked up a few fingers- and it worked, Peter falling
into his mouth, running his hands along his shoulders, relaxing into him-
Until his thighs were being spread, and those fingers were pressing against his
hole- not into him, simply apply pressure, slicking the ring of muscle up. Wade
kissed the corner of his mouth, whispering, “Hey,” trying to draw Peter away
from it. “If you don’t like it, you tell me to stop, okay baby boy?”
Peter nodded, in that moment wanted Wade to kiss him, to kiss the nerves away.
And when Wade did, his mouth moving slow, steady, as one finger breached his
body, Peter could handle it. Wade had used enough lube that it didn’t hurt, it
simply felt strange, something he wasn’t used to. Wade sunk into him, moving
slowly, kissing him still, trying to not groan over the feel of how hot and
tight Peter was, over the fact that the damn boy wanted him to fuck him.
Wade trailed his mouth from Peter’s to his jaw, his neck, sucked on his pulse
as he eased his second finger in. This time Peter gasped, squirmed a bit,
spreading his thighs more- it still felt strange, but he definitely didn’t
dislike it. He hadn’t know he could really feel this good, having anyone
touching him like this. His cock was still hard, still leaking onto his belly.
Wade curled his fingers, and in a moment it went from feeling good to Peter
giving a cry, his back arching as he pushed his hips up, his eyes wide. Wade
started chuckling again, into his neck, massaging that point, and Peter was
seeing stars.
“Hnnn,” he whined, as Wade’s other hand gripped his cock, stroking him now,
palm growing slick with pre-cum.
“You get so wet Petey baby,” he whispered, and Peter shook his head, feeling
like his skin was crawling, alive, trying to leave him. It was so much- and
then Wade eased a third finger in, stretched him to a point of fullness,
continued to stroked that spot inside him, and Peter was crying out, jerking
his hips up into Wade’s hand, giving into the orgasm that had built in him, cum
splashing his belly, dripping over Wade’s knuckles.
Wade stroked that spot inside him through it, kept moving his hand along his
cock until it was going soft, until Peter had collapsed back into the sheets
and was gasping for breath, unable to even think coherently. Only then did Wade
release his cock, lick the pearly essence off his knuckles. Peter caught a
glimpse of it and groaned, tossing his head back.
“Holy fuck,” he breathed, and Wade laughed, pulling his fingers out of him- the
sudden emptiness had Peter whining, missing it, missing Wade. But he laid down
beside him, pulling Peter against him.
“Language,” he chided, which had Peter laughing.
“Right. Coming from you.”
“I’m not a fucking kid, Petey.”
“No, but you are fucking one.” Peter’s grin was smug, and Wade- he actually had
color to his cheeks. He glanced away, looking past Peter, at the open bedroom
door, the cluttered hallway, at nothing really.
Hey, he wanted it.
We didn’t actually fuck him yet.
He’s just a kid...
“Hey. Wade.” Wade came back to himself- or, more accurately, from himself-
glanced down at Peter who was staring up at him now, big dark eyes and that
smug grin gone. “It was a joke.” He tightened his arms around him, shifting so
they were flush together. “Really.”
He never knew how far to push things with Wade. The man joked to no end- but
sometimes all it seemed was one word to set him off into something more darker,
a weird serious side that always made Peter’s chest ache. Tonight was already
going far better then expected, and the last thing he wanted to do was ruin it
with a joke. “And you know, you didn’t actually fuck me.”
“Baby steps, Spidey-boy,” Wade responded, one hand running along Peter’s spine.
Peter let his eyes droop half shut, rocked his hips into Wade’s- was happy
that, despite the brief shaky moment, Wade was still hard.
“I don’t need baby steps,” Peter whispered, reaching down, pressing his palm
along the shape of Wade’s erection. “Just your cock up my ass.”
If this was going to happen, he was just going to have to be blunt and honest.
And frankly, after that orgasm, any timidness Peter had felt, any trace of
unsureness, were long gone.
Wade groaned, and he was gripping Peter’s face, kissing him again, rolling
Peter onto his back so he was lay on top of him, rutting against him. Peter
loved it, breathed in the smell of sweat and skin through his nose as Wade
assaulted his mouth again. He managed to spread Peter’s thighs, to get between
them, pushing himself up onto his knees and tugging at the hem of his
sweatpants.
“Off,” Peter murmured between kisses, knowing that Wade was only pulling them
down just enough. The mercenary ignored him, stopping once he had his cock
free, and Peter pushed at his chest, breaking the kiss and staring up at him
seriously. “I mean it,” he whispered, “Off. All of it.”
“No way baby boy.” His voice was playful, expertly hiding the maelstrom of
insecurities inside him. But Peter knew, knew him. Somehow, after this short
amount of time, he did.
“My first time isn’t going to be like some quickie at the back of a cheap ass
bar,” Peter continued, “So take everything off, or this isn’t happening.”
There was silence for a moment, and then Wade, in a voice that seemed almost
awe-struck and far too enthusiastic, “You’re a virgin?” Peter sighed, and then
Wade was squeezing him tightly, “Oh Petey you little angel-“
“Wade stop.” He shoved at him, but the man’s grip was iron- and Peter never
really wanted to get away from it.
“You know I thought you were, but I wasn’t sure-“
“I’m gonna stay one if you keep this up.” He shoved at him again, this time
using enough force to push Wade off him an inch. “I mean it. Everything off. We
do this right or we don’t at all.”
Wade hesitated, then got up on his knees, hooking his hands on the hem of his
long sleeve shirt. “Alright Spidey, but you’re the one that asked for the boner
killer.” He tugged it off, tossing it across the room, then got off the bed
long enough to finish stripping. Peter watched, eyes darting over skin, muscle,
every scar and discoloration he could see. Wade stood there for a moment, but
didn’t look at him, looked away again.
Well, there goes your chance at that sweet ass.
Hope you’ve got some porn in mind for tonight, because he’s gonna split within
30 seconds.
But instead of getting up, instead of throwing his clothes on in a rush and
leaving, Peter stayed blissfully naked, perfectly on his bed, and spread his
thighs, tipping his head back into the pillows. “Better. Now, get back down
here.”
He didn’t need to tell Wade twice.
Wade was between those perfect thighs, kissing him, bucking against him and oh
he was so hard, it was making Peter dizzy. Despite his orgasm he felt his body
still burning, that ache in his groin that the moment he could get hard again,
he would.
He still wanted Wade to fuck him. Desperately.
Wade’s hands were fumbling between them, working with the bottle of lube as
Peter kissed him, licked his lips and sucked on his bottom lip, whining because
this was taking too long.
“You sure?” Wade whispered, his fingers- slick again from lubing up his cock,
prying at Peter’s hole, testing to make sure he was still relaxed. Peter
nodded, almost too enthusiastically.
“Please.”
He didn’t need to ask twice.
Wade eased in, slowly, groaning as the head of his cock slipped into Peter’s
body. The boy beneath him tensed for a moment, clutching at his shoulders- but
relaxed as Wade continued to push into him, slowly, achingly slowly, until he
was fully inside him. It took every ounce of self control Wade had to not pull
out and ram right into that tight body- to keep still as Peter adjusted around
him. And Peter, well he seemed to be handling it better then Wade would have
thought. He was trembling, slightly, and his grip on Wade’s shoulders was
tight, but his face seemed more high-on-bliss then anything else.
“Does it hurt?”
“No.” The way he sighed it had Wade’s hips shifting, unable to help himself,
and Peter groaned, spreading his thighs more. One calf hooked behind Wade, on
his thighs, and that was all he needed- enough of a sign to pull back, ease
back into that body. Peter’s head tipped back slightly, his body giving
perfectly around Wade’s cock- tight but relaxed, sweet and hot.
Wade kissed at Peter’s neck, pulling closer to him as he rocked into him
gently, tried his damnedest to keep the pace slow, steady. Peter’s cock was
trapped between them, half hard already, and the way he was moaning with each
movement- it was obscene.
Peter dug blunt nails into Wade’s shoulders, felt him sucking on the skin of
his neck, sure to leave a mark. He bucked up, trying to encourage Wade to
thrust harder, deeper. There hadn’t been any pain to start, a strange sort of
sensation yes, something new, but Wade had teased him enough that he slipped in
perfectly. And oh, it was perfect, it was way better then Peter could have
thought, would have dreamed. There were so many nerves coming to life- and just
the thought of Wade inside him, that full feeling- it was enough. It was more
then enough.
He’d felt hyper sensitive after his orgasm, but Wade’s easy strokes had helped
to bring him down from that delirious high, back to a state of hungry arousal.
Groaning, panting, Peter realized he was talking suddenly, had no idea when it
had started, but he was begging, pleading, “Harder please, Wade, W-ade, right-
right there.”
And the man’s hands were on his hips, jerking Peter to meet his sudden rough
thrusts, skin on skin and fingers nearly bruising into him. He cried out,
arching his back, his leg unhooking from Wade’s thighs, trying to spread so
wide his hips ached. Wade was gritting his teeth, feeling dizzy from the rush
of sensations, from the way that Peter was filling the room with those obscene
noises, the subtle pain from his finger nails breaking skin, the skin healing,
only to break again.
He kissed Peter’s mouth, drinking down ever gasp, feeling the way he was nearly
hyperventilating through his nose. He let one hand slip between them, wrap
around Peter’s cock- he was fully hard again, leaking now, an absolute mess,
and stroked, trying to time it with his thrusts. He didn’t want him to cum yet,
but Wade knew he himself wasn’t going to last long- it had been too long since
he fucked someone, and way too long since it was this good-
And it was Peter. That alone was enough. Too much.
“You’re so tight baby boy,” he panted, and Peter’s eyes rolled, arms locking
around Wade’s shoulders. “You wanna cum again?”
Peter was nodding, whining, alternating between thrusting into Wade’s rough
palm, and down against his cock. It was all too much, and oh, Wade calling him
that damn pet name that he loved so much- he just wanted to be worth it. Wanted
this to be good for them both.
Wade shifted his hips again, getting a better angle, sliding deeper into
Peter’s body, hitting his prostate and making the man literally scream, his
wail echoing off the walls as his back arched again. Wade grinned, aiming for
that spot in his relentless thrusts, and it was only moments before Peter was
screaming his name, his name, over and over again, a broken mantra of need. His
cheeks were wet, eyes teary as his body overloaded on the sensation, and then
he was cumming again, to Wade’s name and around Wade’s cock, splashing his
belly again, Wade’s hand.
His body clenched down, around Wade, held him, and Wade slowed his thrusts,
fucked Peter through the orgasm but with ease, not wanting to hurt him. When it
was over, when the waves had finally died down, Peter went nearly limp,
clutching onto Wade as if he was the only thing holding him onto the world.
“You- you need to cum too,” he gasped, “please. I wanna- wanna feel it.”
Wade groaned, “Fuck Peter,” and Peter clenched around him. Wade lost it, lost
himself, fucked into him with abandon, enjoying the way Peter cried out, sobbed
as he found his release in moments, groaning and biting down on the boy’s
shoulder, hips jerking as he filled him. Peter squirmed, felt hot, liked the
sensation, loved the fact that his nerves felt blown-out.
A moment later, and Wade’s teeth were out of his skin, the man wrapping him up
in his arms, pulling out- Peter whined when it happened, even as Wade’s cock
was softening, hating the sudden emptiness in himself- and laid down, pulling
Peter against his chest. Both were panting, trying to find their breaths, to
steady their heartbeats.
All Wade could do was kiss Peter, kiss his temple, the bridge of his nose, the
corner of his mouth. Kiss his flushed face and swollen lips until Peter was
squirming, reaching up and pressing his palms along Wade’s scarred cheeks. Wade
froze then, wanting to pull back, but Peter was too close, as his hands slipped
back along the base of his skull, his neck, as Peter’s mouth kissed the corner
of his, then his jawline.
He couldn’t fathom how Peter could stand him, his face, being pressed this
close to him. It had taken every ounce of courage to not put his mask on when
Peter showed up earlier- and really, he only didn’t because Peter had asked so
many times for him to leave it off. He didn’t know what the boy was on that he
could stand it.
Well he was on your dick for one.
Yeah but that’s not really enough of a distraction from this ugly mug.
Oh, not nearly enough.
Peter squirmed, yawned, and Wade was pulled back to him. “I feel like I could
sleep for a thousand years,” Peter admitted, and Wade smiled.
“That means I did something right, Petey.” He reached for the blankets, pulling
one up over them, watching as Peter snuggled into it. Oh, he was just too cute
for his own good. “Catch a few Zs, we’ve gotta recharge for round two.”
Peter laughed, an overly sweet sound, his hands skimming along every bit of
skin that he could touch. Wade’s stomach tightened, flipped once, but he didn’t
pull away.
*
Peter woke up to the feeling of Wade still wrapped around him, of an arm thrown
over his waist, legs tangled with his. It wasn’t something he was used to-
there had been one time Wade had broken into his room, and Peter had fallen
asleep on his bed curled up around his lap, but Wade had been gone when he woke
up, those gloves fingers that had played through his hair nothing but ghosts.
He liked this. Like how warm he was, liked knowing he was there. He yawned,
stretched a little- shocked at the fact that he didn’t ache nearly as much as
he had expected. He was sensitive, but not sore- and blushed a bit, thinking
Wade had been rather sweet about it all, even if he hadn’t meant to. Or hadn’t
wanted it to overtly seem like he was being sweet.
He kissed the man’s collar bone, though Wade barely reacted in his sleep. That
had been everything Peter could have wanted for his first time- sweet and
passionate and so goddamn good he would be using the memory for countless
nights alone.
And now that it was out of the way, that pesky little V title he’d had, he felt
like he could stretch out, feel around a bit- explore more. Wade wouldn’t have
to worry about his first time being terrible- and he was sure the man did. Try
as hard as he might to seem like he just didn’t give a shit, Peter knew he did.
Wade shifted next to him, rolling onto his back, an arm flopping up onto his
own pillow. Peter propped himself up, reaching out to dust his fingertips along
his chest. There was a light down the hallway still, the TV left on, flickering
into the blackness of the apartment, but that and a streetlight glow that
leaked in through Wade’s torn curtains were all the light he had. Granted,
Peter could see very well with just that.
He didn’t get to see Wade, just Wade, sans clothing very much. In fact, he
wasn’t sure if he had ever seen him fully naked before this point- and thinking
back, he was sure he hadn’t. He’d always kept his pants on at the very least-
most of the time his mask too, just scrunched up over his nose so Peter could
kiss him.
So Peter wanted to take this moment to enjoy the view, as best as he could. His
fingers ran down his chest, pushing the blanket off his abdomen, teasing along
his navel. Wade shifted a bit, but didn’t wake up- mumbled once, but that
wasn’t anything unusual. He was always talking to himself.
Peter didn’t care about the scars, about the discoloration of his skin. He
wished Wade would just get that- but he didn’t blame him for not. Couldn’t.
He sucked on his lower lip, thinking he should stop here, he’d gotten a peak,
he could curl up and go back to sleep now, but-
Sucking in a breath, he pushed his hand further down, beneath the blanket,
until his fingers were curling around the base of Wade’s cock. He felt so hot,
heavy even though he wasn’t hard, and Peter’s cheeks were red thinking this had
been inside him. He’d actually done it.
Still worrying his lower lip, he stroked gently, feeling his own belly growing
tight as Wade hardened in his hand. He didn’t know what his goal was here- but
he felt so stupidly alive and his nerves still felt like they were buzzing, and
there was a heat in his belly- oh god when had that gotten there? Had he just
missed it when he woke up?
Wade pushed his hips up, arching a little, eyes remaining shut, and Peter
pulled back- but only to fumble in the sheets, then reach the floor, find the
bottle of lube from earlier. He settled back against the pillows, pouring some
onto his fingers, and, lip bitten to the point that it ached, reached down and
eased a finger into himself. He was inside with ease, and added a second,
releasing his lip to suck in a breath, then covering his mouth with his free
hand.
Wade’s breathing next to him gave Peter something to focus on- trying to
emulate it, clone it with his own. He wanted to choke out sobs as his fingers
moved inside himself, as he added a third and began to get that close-to-full
feeling- not like when it had been Wade’s fingers tho, and definitely not like
when it had been his cock. He inhaled, holding the breath as he fucked himself
as best as he could, exhaling when Wade did.
He was glad he was still fairly stretched out, because he was sure he couldn’t
handle this for very long, not quietly. Peter’s cock had seemed to harden the
moment he was inside himself, and now there was a smear on his tummy from where
his cock had rested, a streak of pre-cum. With a strangled whine, he pulled his
fingers out, pouring more lube onto his palm and reaching for Wade’s cock,
throwing the blanket aside and stroking him. A few quick pumps and he was
slick, back to full mast, and Peter was sure what he was about to do was
simple, brutal insanity.
He swung his leg over Wade’s waist, settling onto him. The man beneath him
moved more, tossing his head, and Peter couldn’t take the time to breathe, to
even think. Too afraid he’d lose his nerve.
Holding the base of Wade’s cock, Peter eased himself down onto it, unable to
keep in the groan as he was stretched, filled again. The moment he was settled,
he felt Wade pushing up into him, eyes snapping open in the dark.
“Wha-“ he cut himself off, groaning as Peter lifted himself, easing back down,
feeling a tremor building in his spine already. Wade pushed himself up, onto
his elbows, eyes wide as he took in Peter, still blissfully naked, with those
wide eyes and that sleep tussled hair, his hard cock and the fact that yes, yes
he was definitely riding Wade in that very moment. “Fuck Pete.”
“Is this-ah,” Peter gasped, feeling Wade buck up into him, “o-okay?”
“Hell fucking yes.” Wade stared, wanted to reach out and grab at Peter’s hips,
but doing so would mean he’d be flat on his back and wouldn’t get the show.
And what a fucking show.
No way this is real life.
We’re still dreaming, no way you woke up with Peter fucking Parker on your
dick.
“Don’t talk to them,” Peter whined, his hands falling to Wade’s abdomen to
steady himself. His fingers and palms were still slick. “Talk to me.”
Oh Wade simply had to be dreaming.
“About what, baby boy?” he teased, even though it was hard to remember how to
talk at this point- Peter felt fucking fantastic. “How fucking tight you still
are?”
Peter groaned, eyes rolling slightly, and Wade grinned.
“Or how fucking filthy you are, waking me up like this?” He sacrificed a few
glances to grab at his pillows, shifting about to prop himself up, his hips no
longer rocking with Peter and making the brunet whine. It was worth it though-
he had his hands now, and the show. He reached out, gripped at Peter’s thighs,
squeezed the flesh and muscle, his thumbs rubbing little circles into his skin.
“I can’t believe you, Spidey.”
“Hnnn, I-I thought you’d like it,” Peter gasped, worrying at his lip- but not
stopping the way he’d rise up, only to slam himself back down on Wade’s cock.
Coy little shit. Wade could eat him up.
“Oh, I do. But I didn’t expect it from innocent little you.” Those hands roamed
up Peter’s thighs to his hips, gripping to help steady his movements, allowing
Peter more fluid movements- causing louder moans.
“I-I’m not-“
“No, not now. I saw to that.” Wade’s grin was so smug that Peter almost wanted
to punch him. Punch him and then kiss him and squirm like a whore right up
against him. Yeah, that all seemed about right.
Peter gasped, fingers flexing on Wade’s stomach. His cock ached and he wasn’t
sure how much longer he could take this, Wade staring at him- and then Wade
thrust up off the bed, hit his prostate, and Peter screamed, arching up, hands
scrambling along his own body. One wrapped around his cock, the other sliding
up his chest, palm brushing his nipple, making him dizzy.
Wade aimed and hit that spot again, and again, and Peter was breathless,
stroking himself with no rhythm, desperately, needing his orgasm more then he
needed air. His other hand moved up, over his face, back into his hair, pulling
as Wade hissed, “C’mon baby boy, I know you can cum.”
That was all it took. Peter cried out, body jerking as he came, clenching
around Wade. Wade groaned, thrusting as best as he could through Peter’s
orgasm, until the body seemed to teeter above him, panting. He moved quickly,
grabbing him and pulling him down, rolling them over. He was back inside him
before Peter could even adjust to having his back against the pillows, hunching
over him. Wade seemed to cover him fully, hands sinking into his hair as he
closed in and kissed him, pressed his tongue into Peter’s willing mouth as the
boy’s legs wrapped around him, clinging as Wade fucked him to whatever
senseless rhythm he could find.
He simply needed to drive into him, over and over again, needed to feel Peter
shaking against him, wrapping around him and yet being so utterly engulfed by
him. He tugged at Peter’s hair, loving every moan that came from his mouth into
his own, the way he was over stimulated and shaking.
Wade was cumming before Peter had the chance to feel an ache growing in him,
groaning into Peter’s mouth and clinging to him tighter. When he finally
stilled, Peter let his legs unwrap from his waist, and Wade moved off of him,
rolling onto the bed next to him, flat on his back as all the pillows seemed
bunched behind Peter now.
“That. Was. Amazing.” He breathed, staring up at the ceiling for a moment,
before he turned to look at Peter, who had his head tipped back, panting.
“Goddamn I didn’t know you have that in you, Petey. Jesus. I fucking swear. Are
you real? Is this just some overly life-like wet dream? Gonna be one hell of a
mess to clean up in the morning if it is.”
“Wade,” Peter said between pants,”Shut up.” Wade laughed, reaching his hand up,
and Peter reached out, taking it, tangling their fingers together. The
mercenary rolled over, onto his side, kissing Peter’s knuckles, the bone of his
wrist, before nuzzling one thigh, letting his teeth drag gently across his
skin. Peter relaxed, closing his eyes, feeling energy-less but so worth it.
“So, are we doing this again in the morning?” Wade asked, and Peter took his
hand back, smacking the back of his head. He only laughed. “Can’t blame a guy
for trying.”
“If you make me breakfast.”
“We can get breakfast burritos!” Peter groaned, rolling off the pillows, onto
the mattress, facing away from Wade.
“I’m going back to sleep now.” He felt Wade shift behind him, before the man
threw an arm around his waist, pulling him back against him. Peter squirmed a
little, heaving a sigh as he fought with the pillows, trying to get
comfortable. Behind him, Wade nuzzled the base of his neck, mouthing at it.
“Goodnight, baby boy.”
Peter smiled, despite himself, and reached a hand down, covering Wade’s on his
belly. “Goodnight,” he whispered, “you annoying asshole.” He giggled as Wade’s
teeth grabbed at his neck, full on laughter as the man behind him started
chuckling too, not denying the claim. All he did was squeeze Peter tighter.
He was lucky to have this kid, and he knew it. Down to the boxes in his head,
the ever ache in his body, the marrow of his bones. He might have shit luck at
everything else in life- but right now, at whatever-this-sort-of-thing-was, he
had all the luck in the world.
End Notes
     Hopefully I didn't butcher these boys too badly...
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