Evolution

Wade looked around and was pleased by what he saw. He was at the seaside, the ocean waves glittering in the sunlight, a beautiful white beach sprawled out beneath his bare feet and – most importantly – not a single soul to look at his scarred skin. It wasn't a surprise though. He had rented the whole private beach previously, including a cozy but also luxuriously cabana where he and Peter would stay for the weekend.

Speaking of which, what made Peter to take that long?

Wade turned around to look at the cabana, where the teen was awkwardly standing in the entrance somewhat hiding behind the doorway. It made Wade chuckle. “I thought you would enjoy not wearing as much as usual?” He teased, because hell of course he had bought him some brief, tight trunks – there was just no way in hell, that he would hide that perfect piece of ass in some bermuda shorts. The boy just looked around nervously and stepped out into the sunlight slowly. Wade took in a deep breath while admiring every little detail about the boys body, relieved that he himself got some wide shorts to conceal himself. Some might argue that Wade was a total pervert and pedophile, but to his defense he had to say that Peter a. was a mature spider and b. since the last time Wade had seen him naked he had turned from looking like a 15-year-old into looking like 17 or even 18ish. He hadn't really grown, but the muscles that loomed beneath his pale skin had become more defined. It was really hard to put his finger on the exact reason, but everyone who had seen Peter then and now would know what the merc meant. The boy still looked quite scrawny though, even though he ate a lot. It seemed to be fine, Wade guessed after all he hadn't looked quite bulky while being a spider either; just some metabolism-thing.

“It's.. not that..” Peter mumbled, biting his lip while his eyes darted around the beach nervously.

“What is it then, baby boy?” The merc asked a little surprised.

“The.. the..” Peter fidgeted around. “The.. sky.” He finally said with a frown.

Wade arched up an eyebrow, looking up into the sky that was cloudless and blue and perfect. “What is with it?”

“It is so.. close.” He whined.

Wade actually chuckled at that, even though he knew that Peter disliked it when he laughed about something dorky he had said or done. The boy pouted in an offended matter, but Wade just ruffled his hair and smiled at him encouragingly. “No worries, It's not going to fall down anytime soon.” The boy shot him a shy smile at that. “Come, I already spread out our towels, we should get some sunscreen on your skin or you're going to get a sunburn.”

Without really thinking about it too much Wade took Peter's hand to lead him. The boy seemed startled for a second, but he soon took hold of Wade's hand as well. It actually was their first time holding hands, sure Peter got somewhat clingy whenever they left the apartment, but he would always grab Wade's upper arm, maybe his instincts telling him that it was like a big branch or something – who knows?

They sat down on the towels and Wade took out the sunscreen from a picnic basket that was filled with some snacks and drinks and stuff like that to apply plenty of the cream on his hands. Again; people might phrase him a pervert, but seriously Peter was pretty pale and without proper protection his perfect skin would just burn away! Wade was just acting responsible and caring! And he was getting to touch Peter, but that was just some kind of an extra, really..

Since Peter wouldn't know how to put the lotion on aright Wade would have to do it all on his own. The merc decided to start at the teen's hands. He gently grabbed them, carefully caressing each of the slim, delicate fingers one by one. Wade wondered if Peter would make a good piano player, before continuing to rub in his arms. As he stroke the silky, flawless skin of the former spider he felt shivers run down his spine. Other then him Peter was perfect and it wasn't only his body. The boy was so beautiful both from the outside and the inside that it caused Wade's breathing to go a little bumpy. As he continued to caress the boy's skin he couldn't think of anything else, but about how wonderful Peter was in every single way possible and how lucky he was that he was the only one to be so close to him.

“Okay..” He whispered when he was finished, already mourning the loss of the skin to skin contact. He turned to rub in himself, but Peter stopped him.

“My turn.” He simply said and before Wade could understand what he had meant, Peter already took his hand to put on the sunscreen on Wade's skin.

The merc flinched a little and had to fight back the urge to scream, to shout at Peter, because what was he even thinking, touching his scarred, ugly skin with those perfect hands of his. He was so gentle though, so careful it made Wade's heart ache. Not being disgusted by his appearance was one thing, but touching him voluntarily was a whole different story. Seriously, if he hadn't been so afraid of the possible consequences he would have kissed Peter right there, but he was and so he stayed frozen until the teen declared that he was finished and Wade had to take a few deep breaths to calm himself.

“So, uh.. how about swimming now?..” He suggested sheepishly.

“Ow, come on, Peter! There are spiders living underwater, I know you can do it!” Wade cheered, quite amused. While he was standing in the water already, the waves curling around his hips, Peter hadn't even wet his feet. The thing was, that Peter never had been all too fond of water, especially when it came in bigger dimensions. Wade remembered their first night, when he had to force the boy into the bathtub and chuckled a little, good ol' times. Peter soon learned to love a nice, warm bath, but cold water was still a no-go and even though the water temperature wasn't that low Peter had his claims. So when the boy finally tested the water he just flinched and started to shake his head fiercely. Wade sighed, giving in to the boys will and getting out of the water. “Fine, let's build a sandcastle then.” He exclaimed, earning him a curious gaze.

He led the boy a little further away from the water and sat down with him to plan the most awesome sandcastle Long Island had ever seen. At first Peter just watched and listened to Wade's explanations, that the sand had to be a little damp, but not to much and how to form walls and towers, but soon he started to participate. As it turned out Peter was a born sandcastle-constructor, but when it came to the details, carved in windows and moldings Wade was the best. They made an awesome team and when they were finished they were full of sand, but proud as hell. Peter even went to take his camera, recording the moment for future generations.

“Phew.. I guess I'm going to cool down in the water now, mind to join me now, Peter?” The boy shook his head again and Wade shrugged grinning, before jogging towards the ocean, jumping into the water. He made sure Peter could hear just how great he felt and how much fun he had and soon his little plan worked out; Peter approached the water once again. He stood there, watching Wade for a little before taking the first few cautious steps. Wade waited until he had acclimatized to the water temperature and soon Peter joined him in the deeper water. “Good boy, you want me to teach you how to swim?” The teen nodded a little shyly.

The first thing Wade did was to show Peter how he had to move his arms, then he took his hands, leading him into deeper water so he could try to paddle with his legs. It looked really dorky at first but he soon started to get the hang out of it so Wade let one of Peter's hands go and in the end they were only holding each other with their pinkies. “Okay, now let go.” Wade instructed, but suddenly Peter looked shocked. “No.” He exclaimed. “It's fine, just let go – you can do it.” “No!” The boy begged. “No need to be afraid, baby boy – I'm still here.” He cooed gently while slowly letting go. Instantly Peter rushed forward desperately trying to get a hold on Wade again. The merc was surprised as the teen flung his arms around him, clinging to him even though he would have been able to swim on his own. Wade patted the boy's head. “It's okay, it's okay.. I got you..” But Peter refused to let go of Wade and so they would spend the rest of their time in the water entangled, pressing themselves against the other one.

When it started to get dark they went out of the water, Wade having to carry Peter, who was still holding onto him with a vice like grip. They entered the cabana and grabbed some fresh towels to dry themselves, before Wade made dinner. After they had finished up Peter got up to go into his room. “Errm, Peter? You can't really .. uh.. you know.. build your net in here. You have to sleep on the bed..” Peter looked at him totally confused. “But..” He tried. “Sorry, buddy, but these webs are just too strong, they would have to bomb away the whole house.” Peter frowned, but he seemed to understand, which Wade was incredibly thankful for. “I can even help you get comfy, hm? How does that sound?” Peter nodded slightly, obviously upset.

They went into one of the bedrooms that had a queen-size bed each, but Peter just looked at it disappointed. Wade sat down on it, smiling. “It's really soft, you will like it.” He insured and then they started to arrange a little nest for Peter. They took pillows and blankets from the other bedrooms and piled them up. It looked like a mess to Wade, but when they were finished Peter seemed pleased and that was what really mattered. He got himself dressed and ready to sleep in the bathroom, before crawling into the various layers of blankets and pillows curling up like a little child. Wade smiled softly and when he was sure that Peter was asleep he kissed his forehead and said “Good night, baby boy.”.