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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Spider-Man:_Homecoming_(2017), Deadpool_-_All_Media_Types, Marvel
      Cinematic_Universe
  Relationship:
      Peter_Parker/Wade_Wilson
  Character:
      Peter_Parker, Wade_Wilson
  Additional Tags:
      Omega_Verse, Alpha/Omega, Alpha_Wade, OOC_wade, Omega_Peter, ooc_peter,
      Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, Peter_in_heat, Peter's_first_heat, First_Time,
      Pain, self-restraint, Wade_tries, he_really_tries, They_know_each_other,
      Kissing, Hand_Jobs, Masturbation, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Multiple
      Orgasms, Knotting, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Underage_Sex, Age_Difference,
      So_Wrong_It's_Right, Denial, Begging, Consent, Crossing_Timelines, Don't
      Judge_Me, first_omega_verse
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-23 Words: 5871
****** Want your body, need your body ******
by ThePinkFizz
Summary
     It’s never been like this before. He should call Tony, he knows he
     should, but something’s holding him back. It’s only on a whim that he
     instead calls Wade Wilson, some guy he met a long time ago, someone
     he thinks can help him. Too bad Wade’s the alpha of all alphas, and
     can smell Peter from a mile away.
Notes
     Hi all! Finally, a new Spideypool! Just saw Spiderman Homecoming and
     loved it! I always loved Andrew Garfield (who is my Spidey in all of
     my Spideypool fics) but I gotta say I love Tom’s Spidey as well! So,
     disclaimer up front: Peter’s 15 in this. I know. I did warn you.
     Hopefully this all goes well, seeing as this is my very first omega
     verse. Ever. Special thanks to my lovely editor, who helped me
     through this fic, having a hand in many adjustments! Really hope you
     guys like it, comments and kudos are always appreciated! <3 PF
    It had all started off as little twinges in his belly, and he thought it
was nothing more than some bad Thai food from the night before. He took deep
breaths all throughout calculus to quell the nauseous feeling rising in the
back of his throat, and tightened his grip across his stomach in physics as the
pain got worse. What was happening to him?
Out of desperation, when he finally felt the urge to vomit rolling over in his
gut, his hand shot into the air, pleading with the professor for the hall pass.
Leaning his back against the door of the bathroom, he panted out little
breaths, like he was blowing out candles. Feeling heat in his gut again as it
lurched violently, he ducked into one of the cubicles, bracing his hand against
the wall. It felt like a million degrees in those tiny four walls. Tipping his
head back Peter took shallow breaths. A strangled sound escaped him as a wave
of pain washed over him and clenched his belly tightly. He retched, doubling
over. With one hand over his middle and the other against the tank of the
toilet, he breathed.
"C'mon, Peter. C'mon..."
He stayed like that, half doubled over as he waited for the feeling to pass. At
last the pains receded back into nothing more than twinges and he left the
bathroom. But returning to class proved to be counter-productive. As the smell
of chemicals hit his nose, he felt himself feeling queasy all over again and he
put his fist to his mouth to keep from spitting up the little sip of water he
had taken from a drinking fountain on his way back. The professor took one look
at him and sent him to the nurse's office. Upon entering the cramped little
room, the nurse had looked up from the files on her desk, eyes scanning Peter
over, an unusual gleam in her eyes. Her nose twitched slightly as she stood,
approaching him.
Never breathing a word of what she suspected, the nurse told Peter he should go
home and reached for the phone.
Not wanting Aunt May to worry, Peter begged the nurse not to call her,
insisting that walking in the fresh air would do him some good. The nurse
protested but Peter had already left the office.
Not his finestidea.
All the way home he had both arms wrenched around his middle, doubled over as
he ground his teeth. He received weird looks from the people he passed, but
paid no mind as he made his way home. The pain was back building, and he
returned to his method of panting as he hoped, prayed,that the pain would
subside.
===============================================================================
Peter dropped his keys as he tried to unlock the door to his and May's
apartment. His hands were shaking as he picked up the key ring from the floor,
fumbling to find the one key to open the goddamndoor.
The door opened faster than he was expecting and sent Peter lurching forward as
it swung inwards.
He let it go, slamming it shut as he discarded his backpack, stripping off his
sweatshirt while he was at it. He was trembling as he walked into the lounge,
taking measured breaths. He felt lightheaded, pressing one hand to his right
temple.
Not paying a lick of attention to where he was going, Peter stumbled over some
rubbish catalogues or something on the floor and found himself falling onto the
arm of the couch. His reflexes kicked in, just not fast enough as his middle
came crashing into the upholstered arm.
Peter cried out as the fall only compounded the already existing pain.
"O-o-uuh...ngh..."
He found himself gagging as he attempted to push himself up, slipping off the
arm of the couch onto the floor where he rolled onto his side.
He groaned again, biting into the heel of his hand.
"What is happeningto me?"
He coughed as he pushed himself up off the floor. Maybe something to settle his
stomach would help. Limping into the kitchen he opened the fridge, removing a
can of ginger ale. The cool liquid hit his tongue and he was thinking that it
wasn't all that bad. When it hit his stomach, however, that was a different
story. The fizzy bubbles didn't agree with his churning stomach at alland he
was bent over the sink coughing up the clear liquid.
"Tea..."
Peter whispered.
Maybe some tea would help.
As he reached into the cupboard to take down a teacup another sharp pain dug
into his gut and he put an arm back across his middle. The fingers of his left
hand shook as he took the china down. The cup teetered back and forth on the
saucer as he took it down from the cupboard and Peter all but tossed it onto
the counter. He turned away from the cupboard, forgetting the notion of tea or
comfort all together.
Sighing, he closed his eyes. Maybe if he lay down... Peter nodded to himself,
shuffling into his bedroom. He dropped down onto the lowest bunk and curled up
onto his side. He closed his eyes, kicking each shoe off with the aid of the
other foot before he tucked one stockinged foot over the other.
He felt slightly better, but his relief only lasted for a moment before another
wave of pain coursed through him. He tugged his knees to his chest, rocking
back and forth. He just wanted to feel better. He would do anythingto get
better.
===============================================================================
After forty-five minutes and two ibuprofen, Peter still felt like he had been
run over by a bus, backed over, then run over again.
He curled tightly onto his side, eyes jammed shut, teeth bared. His mind reeled
for what to do and the pieces snapped together with some lag. He picked up his
phone from where it was on the bed next to him, having fallen out of his
pocket, and opened it up to his contacts page.
His thumb lingered above the call button. Help was within reach. But he sighed
and pressed the power button, shutting the screen off, taking the bold type
bearing Tony Stark's name with it.
Peter dropped the phone onto his chest, running his hands through his hair
shakily.
He fought with the fogginess of his mind to think back, remember something. He
let out a frustrated growl, surprised at how feral it sounded. He pressed the
heel of his hand to his forehead, gritting his teeth.
"C'mon, Peter...remember dammit!"
There was something tugging at his brain, some memory that he vaguely
remembered. A classroom. He remembered a classroom. What class was this? Was
it...health class?The professor was explaining something, pointing to her
diagram on the board that looked like it had come straight out of the 80's. She
was going over their biology, explaining about omega's heat.
"Oh no..."
Peter whispered.
Everything suddenly made much moresense.
"No...no...no! No!"
He raked his hands through his hair once again. He had alwaysbeen a beta,
always.There was no waythat he was an...omega.
"No. No way."
He stayed like that, still for several minutes. That was before another wave of
pain swept over him and he crawled across the bed to grab his discarded phone.
He held the device in his trembling hands, gazing down at his horrified
reflection in the glass of the screen.
He exhaled sharply as another pain hit him and he groaned loudly. He was
desperateat this point to feel better and it was only on a whim that he
reopened the contacts folder and clicked on one, bringing the phone to his ear.
He whimpered when he heard a voice on the other end of the line.
" Hello?"
Peter hissed through his teeth.
"Please...please I need you to come...help me...please..."
He dropped the phone to the side of the bed, curling in on himself once more as
he waited for his help to come.
===============================================================================
There was a sharp knock at the door and Peter had to drag himself from the bed
to the door.
"Petey hey-"
The voice in front of him cut itself off as he dropped down onto his hands and
knees, panting.
"Wade...ngh...help me...I don't know what's wrong..."
The other man came into view, strong brown eyes locking with his own.
"Petey? Hey, hey now. It's ok. You''ll be alright."
A hand reached out and began to rub up and down the length of Peter's arm.
"Wade,"
Peter sobbed.
"I-I d-don't know what's wrong..."
Wade cracked a smile, trying to meet Peter's gaze.
"I'm sure it was just something you ate. I know how you like your Thai fo-"
Wade stopped, taking a breath. He raised his nose into the air slightly,
sniffing. His eyelids fluttered, and as he looked back to Peter, there was a
noticeable dilation in his pupils. He stood abruptly.
"Peter, I need to leave."
"What? W-why?"
"W-well...i-it's..."
Peter was startled when he heard what sounded like a growlleave Wade's mouth.
"W-wade?"
"Peter...I'm sorry. I can't be around you right now."
"W-why?"
Peter sputtered, grabbing onto the leg of Wade's trousers.
"Because you're in heatand if I stay any longer I'm gonna fuck your brains
out!"
Peter swallowed, recoiling.
" H-heat? B-but I can't-I'm not-"
"Didn't anyone ever explainanything to you?"
Peter shook his head fiercely. Wade sighed, scrubbing his face.
"That pain; it's your body. It wants to mate."
"Mate?No, no. No no no...you've got it all wrong...it was just bad Thai food,
that's all. Just bad food..."
"Peter,"
Wade said forcefully, taking the boy by the shoulders.
"I'm sorry, but that's the truth. I've smelled this smell hundreds of times. I
know."
Peter bent his already kneeling body in half with more pains.
"B-but I-I don't understand...I've never..."
There was a silence.
"I-don't...I can't be...Wade...oh my god..."
Peter took a heaving breath, bracing one hand against Wade's forearm.
"Why is this happening to me? I never asked for this..."
He choked on another sob.
"What are you talking about? Petey?"
Peter shuddered with the effort of sobbing.
"I'm a beta, Wade! I've alwaysbeen a beta! I'm not an omega!"
"It hits some later than others. I'm sorry Peter."
"What do you mean?!"
Peter barked, his face glistening with tears.
"I'm so sorry Petey, but it can show later in some people. You're an omega, not
a beta."
Peter looked away.
"Peter. Peter, hey. Hey, look at me. Look at me."
Peter looked up, wiping at his nose.
"Wade...please...I don't know what to do...I can't leave the
house...I've...heard things about what happens to omegas...I don't wanna get
hurt...Wade..."
"Shh. Shh. It's ok, Petey. It's ok. I'm gonna take care of you. I'm gonna take
care of you."
"Please don't leave me, Wade. You're the only person I thought I could go to. I
remembered..."
Wade remembered meeting Peter over a year ago. Some scrappy little shit in a
homemade costume and tights. But he knew the kid had heart. Wade could tell he
would grow into a force to be reckoned with. He had never let on to Peter that
he was an alpha until he had shown up here, on his doorstep. He hadn't wanted
to frightenthe kid. Alphas had...a bit of a bad rap. But Wade was different,he
wasn't like that. Never in all that time, though, did he think Peter was an
omega. He had never once picked up on anything, so when Peter mentioned that he
was a beta, or thoughthe was a beta, it made sense... Now though...
"P-please. Just stay with me, please. Aunt May won't be home for hours and I
can't..."
He took a shuddering breath.
"I can't do this on my own."
"Of course, baby boy. I'm not going anywhere."
===============================================================================
Peter was leaning over his desk, both hands splayed upon the top as Wade rubbed
his back. Peter bit back a cry, his hands going to grip the edge of the desk.
"Wade-"
He screwed up his face.
"H-how l-long will this last?"
"Peter,"
Wade started gently.
"Just tell me!"
The other snapped. Wade sighed.
"Three to five day..."
Peter whipped around.
" Five days?!"
"But it might not take that long."
Wade tried to offer him a comedic smile but Peter wasn't having it. A stony
look came across his face, but not before he felt another pain, this one shaper
and stranger.
"Wade! Ngh!"
With one hand still gripping the desk, Peter dropped down onto his knees.
"Peter?"
Wade stooped down next to him, turning away slightly as he inhaled Peter's
scent once again before starting.
"Where does it hurt?"
"Here,"
Peter moaned, splaying his hand over his abdomen. Wade gently felt the muscles
held taut.
"And here,"
Peter started, his hand traveling lower. He stopped, a gasp of air leaving him
as he felt a hard line under his hand.
"Here?"
Wade asked, reaching out. Peter slapped his hand away.
"Don't touch me!"
He pushed himself up off the floor, moaning. He walked to the far wall of the
bedroom, bracing both of his hands against it, bowing his head. He moaned
loudly, taking a deep breath. His hand rested on his low belly.
Wade was standing on the opposite side of the room, hands shoved into his
pockets, not sure of what to do. He shifted his weight from foot to foot.
He watched Peter take measured breaths, then watched Peter's hand move to the
closure on his jeans, eyes fixed as the boy popped the button and let down the
zip.
"Maybe I should go...I can, uh...do you want something to eat? I could
uh...clean. Yeah, clean..."
Peter choked on the sound that was in this throat as his fingers brushed
against the hard strain in his boxers.
"Ngh..."
The fingers of his free hand curled into his palm against the wall. Wade ran a
hand over his head.
"Oh, great. This is great. Don't tell me you've never had a bonerbefore."
Peter's eyes were blazing as he looked over his shoulder at Wade, teeth bared.
"Of courseI have!"
He bit into the thick of his bottom lip as another pain rolled his gut over and
he found himself bucking his hips forward into the touch of his hand.
Wade's eyes rolled back into his head for a moment as Peter's smell intensified
for a moment before he shook his head, snapping out of it. This was Peter,his
baby boy. He wasn't going to defile him. No. He wasn't going to give into
himself, the code written so deep down inside of him.
"It might help,"
Came Wade's voice. It wavered some.
"Whatmight help?"
Peter ground out.
"Y'know..."
When Peter turned his head to face him, Wade found himself blushing.
"Jerking off. Rubbing one out. I don't know!What do you want me to say?! I'm
sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell..."
Peter sighed heavily, squeezing his eyes shut as he felt his gut twist again.
"I just want it to stop."
He whined.
"Then just try."
Wade said.
"I can't."
Peter started, turning his head away.
"What do you mean you can't? It's easy, you just-"
"I knowhow,"
Peter spat.
"I just...can't. Not with you...watching."
"Ok. I'll leave."
Wade began to back out of the room.
"See? I'm leaving."
===============================================================================
Wade had been sitting on the couch in the lounge for about eight and a half
minutes, doing nothing more than flipping through magazines and twiddling his
thumbs. He had resisted the urge to tidy up the apartment, bake biscuits, and
do laundry. He did not want to hurtPeter. Peter was...preciousto him. And that
was all Wade needed to do; fuck things up. Or rather, fuck Peterup. Right up
that pert little ars-
Wade stopped, shaking his head. He pressed the heel of his hand against his
forehead.
"Stop it,"
He told himself. He had to hold back. Had to restrain himself. He may have been
an alpha, but he wasn't without class. Dignity.
That was until he heard huffing little breaths coming from Peter's room and
hoarse cries of "uh, uh."
Wade curled his toes into the bottoms of his feet. He would resist... he would
notgive into this rut...
"Oh, God...just let me come!"
Peter's voice carried out into the lounge and Wade jumped up, dignity be
damned. He was an alpha. And not thirty meters from him was an omega in the
worst heat of his life. How was Wade to resist an offer like that?
He stopped when he reached the threshold of the room, watching Peter. He had
shoved his jeans and boxers down around his knees, one hand still braced
against the wall, the other flexing his wrist as he jerked his dick to the
side.
Wade found himself swallowing thickly as he watched the scene before him
unfold. He had never seen Peter like this; so unhinged. He felt like he should
be ashamed, staring at this fifteen-year-old boy, eyes glued to his hand and
his dick and the things he was doing.
But the thing was, Wade wasn'tashamed. Not a bit. He felt a drive within him,
something thrumming through his veins as he watched Peter get himself off.
And he couldn't help himself when he came up behind Peter, with at least five
inches of height on the boy, plastering himself over his sweaty back.
Peter's breath hitched, but his hand never stilled. Wade's right hand came
around, skirting under Peter's arm, rubbing little circles into his belly.
"That's it, Petey. That's the ticket."
"Ngh...ha...ha...oh my God..."
Peter leaned his head back to rest against Wade's compliant body as he jerked
his wrist even harder.
" Wade!"
He whined, shuddering.
"You're almost there, Petey. Keep going."
Peter's scent was intoxicating, and Wade found himself drowning in it.
He was rubbing up against the omega now, rutting his hips forward, his breath
ghosting across the shell of Peter's ear, his words hanging thickly in the air.
Peter shuddered against him again, curls of hair clinging to his forehead, his
cock jumping in his fist as ropes of sticky white release spilled over his
hand.
Peter slumped forward.
" Baby boy..."
Peter took gasping breaths, each one sharp and distinct. He moaned,
unconsciously rolling his hips backwards.
"Hurts..."
He whimpered.
"Still hurts..."
For a moment Wade snapped out of his scent-induced frenzy.
"Still? There's no different at all?"
"Nuh-uh,"
Peter whimpered. He sounded so small. So helpless. He sounded...just like an
omega.
A primal sound threatened to escape Wade, but he bit it back.
"Peter..."
"Tell me what to do! Just tell me!"
There were fresh tears on his face as he turned, his mouth twisted down into an
anguished frown.
"Wade I don't know what to do! I just..."
He stopped, as if ashamed to admit to Wade what he had just done.
"And I'm still..."
He looked down, then looked away. Wade followed his gaze, seeing Peter's cock
as hard as a Michelangelo sculpture curling up towards his belly.
"Why am I like this?"
Wade reached his hand forward when Peter turned away, putting his hand in the
way of Wade's as he reached for the waistband of his gingham boxers, culling
the other's advances.
"Wade,"
He sniffled.
Wade stepped back, balling his hands into fists that he pressed to his temples.
"Petey...I-I'm sorry...I didn't mean to-"
He scrubbed his face.
"I don't want to hurt you, Petey."
Peter didn't answer.
"Just-go for another round. Rub another one out."
Peter looked incredulously at him.
"Wade-"
"It's the only thing I can think of! I don't want to...touchyou."
Peter licked his lips, pushing down at the waist of his boxers, his adamant
erection springing back out.
He worked his hand up and down his length, jerking his wrist. He wrung himself
out, panting by the time he spilled over his fist.
"Wade..."
He sobbed, his voice hitching. It took Wade a moment to snap out of it, turning
his eyes to Peter's. The kid was a mess, it broke Wade's heart. His hair was
stuck to his forehead, his legs were trembling, and he had cum stains all over
his tee shirt where he had failed to lift it out of the way.
"Oh, Petey. It's nothing to be ashamed of. All omegas go through this."
"But I don't want to be an omega! I was perfectly happy as a beta..."
Peter wailed, pulling up his pants and turning away, curling up on his side as
he dropped onto his bed, his back to Wade.
"Petey, c'mon, it'll be ok. It'll pass."
Peter whimpered like a dog, letting out little pants.
"No it won't!"
He moaned.
"You said it could be days!"
Wade dropped onto his knees next to Peter's bunk bed.
"Petey..."
Peter rolled over to face Wade.
"I want you to help me, Wade. Please. Please help me."
"Peter..."
"Wade, please."
He pulled himself up some, careful to not hit his head on the top bunk. He
grabbed onto the front of Wade's shirt, pulling himself forward so that Wade
was bracketed in between his legs.
"I needyou, Wade...please..."
Something flicked inside of Wade, like a switch, and he jumped on Peter like an
animal, spreading the younger's legs so that there was room for him. He lifted
away Peter's tee shirt, running his fingers over rigid muscles that were held
taut in lust-riddled tension.
Peter arched up into the touch, grateful for the contact. Wade ran his hands up
and down Peter's sides, working the pliant body beneath him. His upper lip
twitched as Peter's pungent scent hit his lungs again and he longed to mark the
boy's body.
His fingers trailed down Peter's body in long lines, brushing over the ridge
tenting Peter's boxer shorts for a third time. The kid had impressive stamina,
Wade would admit that. But right now, he was acting just like an omega in heat
would. They all begged eventually.
A wanton moan gripped Peter's voice as Wade pushed the jeans hugging the
younger's muscled legs out of the way, running his hands up hot flesh. He
momentarily dug his grip into the meat of Peter's left thigh, but retracted his
hand, not wanting to mark up the milky flesh just yet.
He leaned forward, pressing his lips to Peter's chest, working his way down the
expanse of skin, leaving a hot, wet trail of open-mouthed kisses as he went.
Peter moaned again, this one needier than the last. Wade gripped him tightly
behind the thighs, hooking his hands underneath the muscle. He pulled Peter up
to meet him, avoiding the boy's mouth as he worked his lips against the ball of
Peter's shoulder.
"Wa-Wade..."
Peter was breathless, bucking his hips up against Wade, seeking some sort of
friction.
Wade was still working his mouth on Peter's shoulder when he felt the younger's
hips buck up against him. Peter was rutting against his leg in a fruitless
attempt to ease the ache he felt pulsing between his thighs.
"Peter,"
Wade started, pulling back, serious. He took hold of Peter's shoulders and held
him at bay.
"W-why are you stopping? D-did I do something wrong?"
He looked wounded as he stared up at Wade with those big brown eyes with pupils
the size of saucers.
"No,"
Wade said gently, brushing aside a stray lock of Peter's hair.
"It's just-"
He sighed.
"Look. There's no getting around it. You've got two options here; wait out the
heat until it's over or..."
"Or what?"
Peter asked, his voice shaking. Wade's gaze locked with his, burning intently.
"Or let me mate you."
He watched the muscles in Peter's neck work as he swallowed.
"M-mate?"
Wade nodded. Peter crossed his arms over his chest, as if suddenly self-
conscious, rubbing up and down his arms.
"Peter, you don't have to-"
"Will it hurt?"
Peter asked, sounding small and far away.
"Yes,"
Wade started. Peter cowered in on himself.
"But I'll be as gentleas I can, Petey. I promise."
Peter turned his eyes to Wade's once more.
"Since this is your first time, it will hurt more."
"O-ok..."
Peter started shakily.
"Ok."
Wade said, giving Peter a small smile.
"I'm gonna get you ready now, ok?"
Peter nodded, shaking slightly.
"Can you get on your stomach for me, Petey? Can you do that?"
He watched as Peter slowly turned himself over.
"Good, good job. Now just bend your knees, and prop yourself up on your arms."
"L-like this?"
Peter cast a hesitant glance over his shoulder.
"Exactly like that. Perfect, baby boy."
Wade's eyes moved slowly, scanning the room.
"D-do you have lube or something of the sort?"
Wade asked, feeling heat flood his face suddenly as the realization hit him
that he was this closeto mating this kid.
Peter nodded his head which hung down between his shoulder blades, pointing to
his dresser that was off to the side.
"T-top left drawer. Under the socks."
He sounded winded already and Wade had hardly touched him.
Wade returned to the bed, hunched over so that he didn't hit his head on the
top bunk above them, popping open the small bottle to slick the fingers of his
right hand.
He reached for the waistband of Peter's boxers, touching him ever so slightly
before Peter flinched.
"Sorry-"
Wade said before Peter cut him off, apologizing.
"Sorry, I'm sorry. It's just...all my nerves feel..."
"Hypersensitive?"
Wade offered. Peter nodded.
"It's ok, Petey. Just relax. The more you relax, the less it will hurt."
Peter nodded his messy hair, refusing to meet Wade's gaze. Slowly Wade eased
down the gingham boxers, unconsciously licking his lips as he got a good view
of Peter's arse.
"Ready?"
He asked, waiting for Peter to give him the go-ahead. Peter nodded his head.
"Petey, can-can you just say it for me?"
"Y-yes.D-do it."
His voice shook as he gave Wade his consent.
Wade took a deep breath, parting the globes of Peter's arse with his left hand
and slowly drew his right index finger over Peter's hole. The younger shivered
under his touch.
"It's ok,"
Wade cooed before slowly pressing his finger inside. Peter flinched at the
intrusion, tensing again.
"Shh, shh, it's ok. It's ok. Relax for me baby boy."
Wade reassured the omega, stroking a hand down Peter's spine. Peter took a
shaky breath and forced himself to relax again. Wade continued to slide the one
finger in and out as Peter relaxed. As he added a second finger, Peter grunted,
winding his fingers into the bed sheets beneath him.
"W-Wade...a-ah...ah!"
"It's alright. It's almost over,"
Wade continued, adding a third finger. He felt Peter quiver beneath him,
shaking his head.
"Wade...please..."
Scrunching his eyes shut, Peter cried out as Wade stretched the fingers he had
inside, extending Peter's walls, preparing him. Wade cheekily hooked his
fingers inside Peter, brushing against his prostate. Peter dropped his head as
a moan ripped itself from his throat. Wade kissed Peter's back and repeated the
action, making Peter squirm.
He pulled his fingers out when he felt Peter had had enough, wiping them on his
trousers. He reached into his back pocket, beginning to rifle through his
wallet.
Peter pressed his forehead into the bedsheets, struggling to even out his
breaths in an attempt to not hyperventilate. He heard a rustling sound, casting
a glance over his shoulder at Wade.
"W-what is that?"
Wade looked up at him.
"This? It's a special kind of rubber, one that will help suppress your scent,
quell your heat."
Peter swallowed.
He took deep breaths as he heard Wade unfasten his belt and undo his trousers.
He waited expectantly, yet completely unsuspecting to what was going to happen
next.
Peter's head snapped up and he drew in a sharp, harsh breath when he felt
something hot, hard, and a lot biggerthan fingers press against his entrance.
"Ngh..."
"It's ok, Petey."
Wade cooed, pressing forward, slowly sheathing himself inside of Peter inch by
painstaking inch. He rubbed soothing circles into Peter's hips and dipped his
head down to press kisses onto his back as he waited for Peter to adjust to the
unfamiliar sensation.
Peter's gulp was audible to Wade and he watched the kid writhe and moan beneath
him.
"Wade...ngh...hngh..."
"Shh,"
Wade cooed once more, pulling back some before gently snapping his hips
forward.
"U-uh...ah...ah!"
Peter's arms were shaking, and he nearly collapsed. Wade laced an arm around
Peter's middle, pressing up into his belly with the flat of his hand.
"Hold on for me baby boy. It'll start feeling really good soon, ok?"
Peter sobbed, shaking his head back and forth forcefully.
"You can do this, Petey. The pain will be over soon. You'll feel better, I
promise."
"O-ok. Ok..."
Peter pushed himself back up, his arms shaking as he did.
Wade kissed his back as he pulled back and then pushed in again. He could feel
the omega start to relax under him as he established a slow pace. After a few
thrusts, Peter began to push his hips back against each thrust, beginning to
enjoy the sensations that each one had on his body. Little moans and gasps
escaped him. Wade chuckled as Peter got needier and took pity on him, speeding
up his thrusts. Peter groaned at the new pace, letting his head fall as he
struggled to keep up.
"W-Wade...ngh...God, that feels good..."
Wade let out a deep chuckle at Peter's words.
"That's good to hear, baby boy."
Wade ran a hand through Peter's hair rather lovingly as he mated the omega.
Wade could have gone properalpha on Peter, but he showed restraint as to not
injure the boy. He was young, delicate. And right now he was Wade's.
Peter whimpered, fisting his hands tighter in the bedsheets as Wade mated him.
After a few more thrusts, Wade could feel the base of his cock swelling, and
soon it would be catching on Peter's rim. Wade slowed down, making Peter
whimper.
"Shh...it's ok Petey. I'm going to have to knot you ok?"
"W-what does that mean?"
Peter asked shakily, trying to press back into Wade.
"It means that we are going to be stuck together for a while after I come."
Wade thrust back into to Peter, the knot catching on his abused rim.
Peter's eyes slammed shut at the awkward feeling, and he arched his back,
rearing his head back.
"You feel that, baby boy? That's my knot and it's going to lock us together for
a bit, but it'll make the pain stop, ok Petey?"
As Wade's movements dwindled, Peter slowly began to feel the unusual sensation
at a more heightened level, and his eyes snapped open, pupils blown wide. Wade
finally slid his knot fully inside Peter with a harsh thrust to his prostate,
sending him over the edge.
"W-Wade...Wade...Wade!"
Peter came for yet a third time, panting heavily. Wade had to string an arm
around his middle again and keep it there so the poor thing didn't collapse
into his own spunk.
"Such a good boy. Such a good boy for me."
Wade praised, rolling his hips again. He wanted to end this, let Peter rest. He
knew Peter was exhausted, but if he didn't knot the poor omega, then there
wasn't much chance of Peter's heat being satisfied.
So, with a few more snaps of his hips, Wade felt his pleasure mount and then he
was coming himself, feeling Peter's walls clench around his cock. With his head
thrown back, Wade called out Peter's name again and again, riding out wave
after wave of pleasure. He had to admit, this had been one of his best mates,
ever.
When he finally came down from his high, he stilled, his knot still locked
inside the poor omega. Underneath him, Peter was breathing heavily, shallow
pants escaping him. He gave loving strokes to Peter's back, drawing long lines
between his shoulder blades, running down the ridges of his spine.
"Wade..."
He whispered, reaching a hand behind him, searching momentarily before Wade
took it in his.
"Just a little longer, baby boy. Then it will be over, for now, I promise."
Wade gently lifted Peter's spent body, careful to not jostle them, seeing as
they were stilled locked together. Wade slowly edged them both down onto the
bed so that Wade was cradling Peter against his chest. He heard Peter's
breathing slowly even out while he pressed sweet kisses into his back and
shoulders, waiting for the knot to recede.
When he felt his cock finally soften enough to slip out of Peter, he picked the
omega up so he could set about getting them both cleaned up. Wade pulled Peter
into his arms, the boy going slack.
"I'm...so...tired..."
"I know, I know you are."
That was a good sign. It looked like Peter's heat had been sated, for now at
least.  
"Peter,"
Wade started, but when he looked down, Peter's eyes had closed and he had
slumped slightly so that his head was leaning awkwardly against Wade's
shoulder.
Wade chuckled, rolling his eyes a little. He knew Peter would probably sleep
for several hours, hopefully, before the heat revved up again.  Carefully, he
maneuvered Peter off of his lap and set him in the nearby desk chair where he
slouched awkwardly, his arms drooping.
Wade set about stripping the soiled sheets from the bed and getting those in
the wash, then redressing the bed, smoothing out every little wrinkle. He then
selected what he thought in this own personal opinion was Peter's comfiestpair
of track pants and tee shirt. It was a bit like working with a marionette as he
got Peter changed, working with those long limbs and all. After that he tucked
Peter into the bed, smiling to himself.
He watched Peter settle, turning onto his side, murmuring in his sleep. Wade
pressed a kiss to his hairline.
"Get some rest, Petey."
He made to turn and leave the room when he heard a hushed voice, belonging to
Peter.
"Wade...don't leave me...please..."
He reached a gangly arm out from underneath the bedsheets towards where he
presumed Wade was standing in the centre of the room.
Wade turned back, pushing Peter's legs out of the way slightly so that he
didn't sit on them.
"Of course I won't leave you, baby boy. I'll stay right here, for as long as
you need me."
He began to rub little circles into Peter's back through the fabric of the tee
shirt.
Peter's voice surfaced once again, muffled from where his face was pressed into
the pillow.
"I'm...glad...you came..."
A small smile tugged at the corner of Wade's mouth.
"Me too, Petey. Me too."
 
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