Browser History Lesson
Peter's spider tingle made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up in anticipation seconds before his window slid open and Wade rolled in clumsily.
"Graceful as always." Peter remarked with a smirk.
"Shut up, Spiderboy, being graceful is part of your whole schtick. My powers are only unfathomable healing ability and being unbelievably attractive."
Peter didn't move from his position leaning against the wall on his bed scrolling on his phone, just cocked an eyebrow and tried to supress a smile in a way that he knew would wind up his merc.
The red-suited man put his hand on his hip. "Oh? OH. Is that how it is, eh? No comment?"
"No comment." Peter agreed.
Wade prowled towards the bed but Peter stood his ground, a smirk barely contained as he stared into his phone. "Oh come on, Spidey. I know you wanna fuck me. You can't resist this fucking body." He flexed his muscles and made grunting sounds like a weightlifter, thrusting his hips with one leg on the mattress.
Peter broke, chuckling. "You're fucking gross, Wade. Luckily Aunt May isn't here to hear your disgusting noises." He kicked lightly at the man's stomach but he caught his ankle and dragged the lad closer to him, straddling him on the mattress.
"She's not here, eh? What a coincidence..."
The supe's head cocked in sarcastic inquisition. "Yeah...quite the coincidence you always show up when she's not here, Wade...are you stalking me or something?" Peter probed, one hand behind his head and one lightly draped on his boyfriend's thigh.
"Pffft, only if you consider memorising your aunt's shifts at the soup kitchen and constantly watching the comings and goings of your apartment in an attempt to catch you alone 'stalking'." Wade scoffed.
"You're terrible. You'd probably be someone I'd arrest if you weren't so hot." Peter shook his head with a disdainful smile. Then his face morphed into one of cringing pain as if just remembering something."Oh god, guess what happened to me a few days ago." He covered his face with his hands.
Wade bounced a little on his boyfriend. "Oooh! Lemme guess. You...got expelled from school for smoking in the bathroom?"
"Does that sound like something I'd do?"
"It's something I'd do."
"Well it wasn't that. It was worse." Peter took a deep breath. "May walked in on me...you know..."
Wade cocked an eyebrow. "No, I'm not sure I do...were you cooking crack? Plotting a political assassination?"
"Wade don't make me say it. You know what I mean; the thing young men tend to do when their doors are closed...?"
"Cross-dress?" Wade marvelled, then flopped his hand in a dismissive wave. "Nah you're not cool enough. And I have no faith in your ability to draw a fierce lip. No offense."
"Erm, none taken? I think?"
Wade dropped his act. "You were playing with Wade Jr weren't you?" He groped lightly at Peter's crotch below him. "Disgusting sinner..."
The young man wriggled at the touch. "Wade Jr.? That is not his name." Peter frowned at how absurd the words coming out of his mouth were. "I mean, he hasn't got a fricking name. And he's not a 'he'. But if he did have a name it would not be Wade Jr!"
Wade pouted. "Are you kidding me? He's totally a Wade Jr! Isn't that right buddy?" He scratched his index finger on the fabric of Peter's crotch, somehow knowing exactly the most sensitive spot. "Wakey, wakey little fella."
Peter inhaled sharply through his teeth and clasped his hands over his vulnerable junk, frowning. "He's sleeping, and he will be staying that way. I mean 'it'. It's sleeping. Do you wanna hear my story or not?"
"Oh yeah. Your aunt walked in on you choking your chicken." The merc tutted. "I can't believe you masturbate, Peter Parker. Dirty pervert."
"Shut up, as if you don't jerk off all the time." Peter said, a faint rose flush gracing his cheeks.
"Nuh-uh!" Wade denied, smirking. "So how much did your sweet, innocent Aunt May see of her filthy degenerate nephew? We talking full frontal nudity, jerking your dick like some caveman, slobbering all over yourself?" Wade mimed his words exaggeratedly.
Peter flushed a deeper red. Wade wasn't too far off.
"You're kidding." Wade's face dropped. "How much did you have on?"
Why was Peter forcing himself to relive his trauma? "Nothing." He whined, twisting his body beneath Wade and planting his face in his elbow crease in shame.
"Wait you were actually naked?! I was kidding!" Wade couldn't even hide the genuine shock and amusement in his voice. "And how much did she see? Dick in hand?"
Peter nodded from his faceplanted position.
"Damn, Spidey."
"It's gets worheheherse." Peter wailed into his arm.
Deadpool tried as best as he could to be sympathetic, which admittedly wasn't very much; his sadistic side was having a field day. "Go on."
"SherwerrkedemwurmmIcermmm." Peter mumbled, his voice muffled and reluctant.
"Didn't quite catch that." Wade said, secretly loving how embarrased Peter was. He desperately tried to not get a boner at the thought of his lover beating off stark naked.
A moment of deliberation passed then Peter turned the right way up again, still coving his face in shame. "She walked in exactly as I came. Like-" The poor boy looked like he was gonna throw up, "literally as I was..." He whispered the last word, "...cumming."
Deadpool's face dropped. "You're kidding?" Peter shook his head. "Are you telling me she saw you bust? That orgasm face you do? She saw the semen erupt from your dick hole?"
"Ew, Wade!" Peter looked like he could have cried, but he winced and nodded.
"Oh. My. God." Wade was stunned by the news. He paused for a moment, letting his unfortunate pal's words sink in. Then he erupted with laughter, barely able to keep his upright position any longer. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That is too fucking good! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Peter punched halfheartedly at his teasing beau. "It's not funny, Wade I'm geniunely gonna kill myself."
Wade ignored his Peter's suffering. "That poor woman saw her nephew naked as the day he was born, splooging like some pornstar, and you're the one who's suicidal? I hope you're gonna get one of your billionaire friends to foot her therapy bill; she's gonna fucking need it!"
Peter's face grew into an embarrased frown and he folded his arms in a huff. "It's not like that's even how I normally do it either! Normally I-" He stopped. Did he want to be telling Deadpool this?
"Oh, do tell."
A sigh. "Normally I'm quiet and subtle about it...but I was just so fucking horny, Wade. I couldn't stop thinking about what you did to me at school, the way you...treated me. It was like something came over me, I just had to get my clothes off and- well, you know."
Deadpool nearly drooled at the words. "Jesus, Spidey, that is fucking hot. Are you tryna turn me on, talking that way? About how you can't control yourself when you think of me?" He placed his gloved hands on Peter's sides.
"I don't remember saying that..." Peter muttered, even in his state of embarassment willing to tease Wade. He ran his hand through his hair. "Actually now that I mention it, I've been meaning to say...what you did at school..."
"Was the best thing you've ever experienced? You wanted unpredictable Deadpool, Spoods; you got him." Wade filled in the blanks.
Peter pursed his lips in thought. What Wade had said was close to the truth...but he had to stick to his gut feeling. "It was hot. I'll admit it. Very hot, in fact. Obviously. But you showing up like that around my friends, around teachers, any number of things could have gone wrong. And what we did in the classroom...I was too horny to object but that was super risky, Wade. If anyone had even glimpsed us...I could have been expelled, it could have been posted on Instagram."
Wade looked like a kicked puppy. "You didn't like naughty teacher Deadpool?"
"No. I liked him. A lot. I just don't think teacher fantasies have to take place in school." Peter took Wade's hands in his and gazed into his eyes. "I love unpredictable Deadpool. Clearly." Damn that orgasm would have been good if it wasn't interrupted by the worst possible person. "Just not at school. Please. It's my final year, I can't fuck it up by having an amoral mercenary showing up and spanking me in class."
Wade grinned. He hadn't planned on it anyway. That was, coming to the school again. Other surprise visits? Well, he couldn't exactly rule those out. "I promise. No more pedagogic roleplays at school." Wade held his hand up like he was taking an oath, then muttered under his breath. "Boring motherfucker..."
"Thanks. And screw you." Peter breathed a sigh of relief, then slipped back into his worrying. "God I feel disgusting. About the whole May thing. That was gross; I'm gross."
The merc rolled off his lover and laid down beside him so they were looking at each other. "Men are gross, Pete. It's kind of our whole thing. I wouldn't worry about it." He took pity on the boy looking at his adorable worried face. "The next time you're that horny just jerk it into some tissue like a normal person, none of this bukkake shit on your poor furniture." He poked at Peter's stomach who had a small bashful smile on his face, still embarrassed but feeling reassured by Wade's words.
"I tried to grab one but...yeah. Next time I'll be ready."
"Either that or call me. I'll be sure to lock the door and clean up afterwards. And I'm sure I could be quiet enough to avoid attracting attention. You on the other hand..."
"Wade..." Peter shushed, eager to let the topic lie.
"You'd be screaming like a banshee."
"Wade! Please, God, do you exist to torture me?" Peter despaired. "I'm horny and disgusting, I get it. Can we drop it?"
Deadpool beamed. "Of course, my darling angel." Then, not a minute later. "Hmmmm. What do you masturbate to?" He asked, deftly steering the conversation back to making Peter squirm. Plus he was genuinely curious.
Peter sat up. "What?"
Wade propped his head on his fist, finger-walking the other up and down Peter's torso. "You heard me. That most recent time you were thinking of me...but what about normally? What gets you off? What does the famous Spider-Man beat his meat to?"
Peter looked like he was scrambling for something to say, anything. Should he lie? Tell the truth? Wade probably knew the gist of course, but the specifics were things Peter would rather keep confidential. "I don't know what you mean."
There was a smile in Wade's voice. "Liar. Oooh it must be some real twisted shit, you're making me even more interested."
Peter blushed for the umpteenth time this evening. "Well...porn, obviously." He hoped saying something would be enough to get Wade off his back.
Wade jumped off the bed suddenly. "Duh! This obviously isn't working." He sighed, then bolted for Peter's laptop which lay open on his desk, blindsiding Peter with his swiftness.
"Wade, no!" Peter cried as he realised what his lover was up to, leaping up and dashing to reach his mischievous boyfriend who cradled his laptop tactfully with one hand, the other firmly planted on Peter's forehead preventing him from advancing, only able to swing his arms at Wade. Pete was taken aback by how frustratingly effective the infantilisting move was; even his attempts to strafe left and right were deftly stopped by Wade's unrelenting arm.
"Pin number. Hmmmm. 1-2-3-4? Nah you're too much of a nerd for that. It's probably Einstein's birthday or some lame shit."
"Wade please! There's nothing on there." Peter pleaded, panicking at what Wade would find on his laptop, yet unsure of anything actually incriminating he could possibly find. The anxiety was heartpounding.
"If there's nothing on there then I'm sure you won't mind me having a gander. What's the pin?"
Peter grumbled, face still thorougly planted in Deadpool's palm as he aimlessly swiped for the computer. "Obviously I'm not gonna tell you. Just put it down."
"Oh, hang on a second!" Wade said with the look of a man who'd just had a very good idea, then released his grip on Peter's face and flipped the laptop round. In his shock at his sudden release Spiderman could do nothing to prevent himself looking directly at his laptop, the facial recognition scanning his face and unlocking his computer to Wade's malevolent investigation.
"Frick!" Peter yelped, making a hasty grab for his laptop that Wade deftly avoided, somehow dodging Peter's every attempt to protect his decency.
"What are you so scared of, Spidey?" Wade sang, prancing about the room as Peter clumsily chased him, all of his usual grace and decorum evaporated by panic and a mild case of tittilation at Deadpool's thirst for dirt on him. "You got dick pics on here or something? It's not like I haven't seen Wade Jr. before."
"Stop calling him that. I mean 'it'."
They pranced about - Wade more graceful than Peter had ever seen him, as if tormenting Peter gave him abilities beyond his usual powers - for a minute more before Deadpool stopped suddenly, snatched a web shooter from Peter's Spider-Man case and slipped it on, pointing it threateningly at the superhero. "Ok, that's enough. You gonna let me sift through your dirty little secrets in peace or am I gonna have to use this thing?"
Peter froze, hands raised wardingly as if trying to calm a volatile animal. "Wade, please, be careful with that. It's not a toy." The young man's mind raced as to how he could stop his boyfriend from snooping without getting accidentally suffocated by his own webbing.
"Oh I know, Spidey, that's why I'm brandishing it like a weapon."
Peter slowly took a step forward. "You don't have to do this. I'll tell you what I get off to...it's just regular porn, ok? Blowjobs and stuff. Nothing weird. I swear."
Wade grew a droopy-lidded smile on his face, the man clearly loving every second of his visit tonight. "Oh you swear? Do you swear on Aunt May's life?"
Peter cursed internally. He couldn't do that; he was lying. The long pause following Deadpool's question was answer enough.
Wade Wilson tutted, shaking his head. "You're a very naughty boy, Peter Parker." He shot the webshooter, an explosion of web blasting Peter back into the wall, both hands somehow caught in the white substance now fastening them to the wall above his head so he was dangling, his toes barely scraping the floor. Damn, that thing was powerful. Peter had never been on the receiving end of it. Now he knew how the criminals he apprehended felt.
"Holy shit." Peter mumbled, shocked that Wade had so artfully incapacitated him the very first time he'd ever used such a thing. "How did you do that?" He yanked on the web but it was too strong even for him in this position; he was more likely to rip the plaster off the wall than break the webbing so he promptly stopped struggling. He didn't want to give Aunt May any more reason to murder him.
"Skill." Deadpool boasted, but the look on his face proved that he was just as shocked as Peter that it had worked so perfectly.
"Beginner's luck." Peter corrected, eyebrow raised skeptically.
Wade blew a raspberry at Peter and sat down at his desk. "Whatever. Let's have a look see, shall we?"
Peter's face just deadpanned and he relaxed his head against the wall. There was clearly nothing he could do to stop him so he just let it happen.
"Google..." Wade began, narrating his every action, "history..."
Peter winced at that, suddenly caring again. Had he cleared it? Had he ever cleared it? God in heaven, Peter was failing at Rule #1 of secretive porn watching.
Deadpool hummed a song to himself as he scrolled through the history. Was that 'Truffle Butter' by Nicki Minaj? How in the hell... "Maths stuff, science stuff, more science stuff, more maths stuff-" He paused. "Deadpool news. Deadpool sightings twitter, Deadpool sightings reddit. And you call me a stalker?" Wade shook his head dramatically. "Hypocrite. Oh hang on. Deadpool shirtless! You little perv! As if anyone would have such images, I keep my nudes close to muy chest."
Peter shrugged, a cheeky smile on his face. "It was worth the try." Nothing too bad, so far at least.
Wade scrolled for a while longer. "Quantum gravity equation solution theories. Jesus you are too cute. You're literally just a cute little nerd, oh my god. My little dorky loser nerd baby. Awww."
"Shut up. It's interesting." Peter pouted, which just made Wade want to cuddle him even more.
The scrolling continued until Wade's face lit up. "What's pornphoria.com?"
The restrained supe squirmed at that, panic flashing in his eyes. "Ignore that! It's just some dumb site Ned told me about."
Deadpool's mouth dropped open, then an immensely satisfied grin appeared on his face. "No way. No fuhuhuhucking way. 'Slutty Spiderman ridden by daddy Captain America.' ' Horny Spiderman bound and punished.' 'BDSM Spiderman spanked and whipped.' -"
"Wade, don't." Peter pleaded, but the man was unstoppable now.
"'Superhero gang bang.' 'Captain America edged and milked.' 'Spiderman interrogated and milked.'" Wade's face was a mixture of shock and macabre admiration. "Damn, Spidey, you are one twisted motherfucker. Self-obsessed much? And here I was thinking you were shy about these things: you seem to be the fucking expert!"
Peter groaned. "I didn't watch all those, I swear, I was just clicking through. Ned told me about them and I was morbidly curious, okay?" He said, which was only partly true; he'd certainly wanked to some of them."
"You are such a liar, Peter Parker." Wade licked his teeth. "I'm honestly kinda impressed, Spidey. It's not dissimilar to my search history. Except mine's got WAY more Spiderman sexy nurse roleplays."
"Gross." Peter chuckled halfheartedly, flushed red that his horny searches had been spilled so throroughly. He couldn't help that there was so much goddamn superhero porn out there; how was he meant to resist when someone in a cheap knockoff of his suit was getting tied up and tormented ruthlessly. It partially scratched a submissive itch he hadn't realised he'd felt so strongly. "Okay you've seen the worst of it, I'm not gonna snatch the laptop away. Can you at least get me out of this webbing? I need to itch my nose."
"Hold on a minute, Spoodeyboy. Which one of these was your favourite?"
"I told you, I didn't watc-"
"Lie to me one more time, Peter Parker, and watch what happens." Wade interrupted, his voice surprisingly firm. Pete's eyes widened with shock at the sudden bluntness and he gulped. And then - God, not fucking now! - his dick started waking up.
Spiderman was desperate: physically restrained, boxed into a corner, being teased by his lover without mercy, threatened to spill his shameful secrets or face some unspoken punishment. "I- um-...it's...I-" He babbled, his mind working overtime to come up with a solution to his predicament. Escape? And risk breaking the plaster? Hell no. Lie? Somehow Wade would know. He always fucking knew.
Goddamn. He had no choice.
"T-the Spiderman interrogation one." Peter squeaked.
"What was that?"
"The Spiderman interrogation one." Peter cried, flushed red with humiliation.
Wade's smirk was cruel. "Oh, you mean 'Spiderman interrogated and milked'?"
"Yes." Peter groaned, "Wade, please-"
"Let's give it a watch then!" Deadpool grinned, clicking the link and spinning the laptop around.
Peter wanted to melt into the floor, he wanted to explode, he wanted some criminal to burst in and shoot him dead, ANYTHING other than being here in this moment. God he was cruel. "You're one sadistic man, Wade Wilson."
"You are so right, Spidey. And judging by that little bulge in your pants, you're one hell of a masochist." Wade grinned, pressing play.
A horrible 3D animation of ridiculously buff men pounding each other sprung up on the screen. "Play the first porn game to turn heterosexual men gay-"
"Skip!" Deadpool sang, as he leisurely skipped the ad and the real video started playing.
"Oh God." Peter groaned, turning his face away rapidly. The sheer humiliation of it all made his stomach flutter, and not in a good way.
"Nuh-uh, Spidey. Eyes on the screen." And then, when Peter didn't obey, a simple, "Now." And the young man's head reluctantly turned back to his fate.
On the screen a fake spiderman - a brunette young man, with worryingly (and arousingly) similar looks to Peter - was strapped to some horrendous chair, legs splayed, bare feet on stirrups, arms fastened behind his back, his spiderman suit torn down the middle to expose his ripped chest. A man in a crude Green Goblin outfit was prowling around him, eyes drinking in the sight.
"The mighty spiderman, what a pleasure it is to finally meet you."
"Eat shit, Gobby."
"Now, now, that's not very nice. Where is the secret formula?"
"I'll never tell!"
God, Peter couldn't tell whether he was more embarassed about the content he watched or the quality of the script. Secret formula? Was this Spongebob all of a sudden?
"I have ways of making you talk, Spiderman!"
"Oh yeah? Do your worst."
A random jump cut, and suddenly Goblin was cutting into Spiderman's suit with scissors, deftly extending the pre-existing tear and letting Spiderman's junk hang out. So unrealistic. Peter only went commando in the suit if he was really behind on laundry which was...every few months or so. Alright maybe not so unrealistic, but still.
"Ooh what's he doing now, Pete?" Wade asked him. "You obviously know this off by heart right?"
"Screw you." But he was right. This was the bit when...
"What is that, Goblin? What are you doing with my dick?" The fake spidey moaned.
The Green Goblin squirted some lube onto his prisoner's already hard dick and slipped it into a large clear tube, with frilly and ribbed silicone insides. "It's a pump, Spiderman, one that you're going to be very familiar with by the time I'm finished with you. Now I'll give you one last chance; where is the secret formula?"
"I'll never tell you."
"We'll see about that!" And Goblin switched on the pump, which began rapidly masturbating the superhero's cock.
Deadpool grinned. "Damn, Spidey, you're into some kinky shit!"
"Wade that's enough." Peter pleaded, but his dick was getting harder by the second, his brain unable to avoid imagining himself in that situation.
"Oh please, I can see that Wade Jr. has woken up fully from his little nap. There's no need to be embarassed." Deadpool smiled, as if being forced to publicly confront your narcisistic taste in porn against your will was a completely normal situation.
They watched for another torturous five minutes, a time in which both Spider-Men were beginning to feel the burn.
"That's enough, Goblin! Turn it off!" Fake spidey moaned with pleasure as a second orgasm was forced from him, white splooge squirting up the tube.
"Wade please. Turn it off. I get it, I get the picture." Peter groaned, his dick hard enough to be generating its own friction against his jeans.
But Deadpool just grinned. "Come on, Spidey, this is your favourite! You always said you wanted to have a movie night."
Peter just groaned, embarassed, horny, ashamed, tittilated all at once.
Deadpool placed the laptop on Peter's desk so the restrained lad could still see the video in all it's depraved glory.
"Last chance, Spidey. Either tell me now or I'll leave the pump on all night and come to see if your lips are looser in the morning."
"Fuck you." The sweating Spiderman wannabe panted, toes curling as his third orgasm struck.
"So be it." And the Green Goblin left, leaving fake Spiderman to regret his decision as the screen faded to black.
Wade sidled over to Peter and leaned against the wall beside him as the next scene faded onto the screen: an exceedingly exhausted looking spiderman, dripping in sweat, the pump still mindlessly sucking on his dick. He let out a pathetic whimper as he orgasmed again.
Peter couldn't drag his eyes away from the way the man's face contorted in blissful agony and he felt precum leak from his rock hard member as it rubbed against the tight denim of his jeans.
"God, it really is your favourite isn't it?" Wade said, almost in awe of how horny and humilated Peter was. He grazed his gloved finger gently over Peter's midriff just above his waistband, the soft skin exposed by Peter's t-shirt riding up. The man snapped back to reality at the ticklish touch, as if he had forgotten Wade was even in the room for moment. "Do you want me to do something about that time bomb in your pants?" Wade gave Peter's bulge a gentle squeeze and another spurt of precum soaked into his underwear.
"God, why do you do this to me? It's like you enjoy torturing me." Peter asked, frustrated that he had somehow let himself be manipulated into becoming so ridiculously turned on and vulnerable. A war raged in his mind: stay strong and send the message that Wade could not treat him however he wanted, like a marionette to be toyed with and tugged at...or let the smoking hunk of ass that was his boyfriend bring him to sweet, sweet relief no matter the message it sent.
Tough one.
"Yes." Peter broke, his cock so hard it was shocking it wasn't punching a hole in his jeans. "Please, let me cum."
Wade grinned a wicked grin. "Your wish is my command, sir." And he sank to his knees, eyes keeping contact with Peter's all the while. Peter stared back with deep arousal, mouth slightly agape and eyebrows drawn together in what would have been a frown in any other context. The button on his jeans popped open, then the fly unzipped, and a cool rush of air made the hairs on his legs stand up as his pants slipped to his ankles. Then the soft - and now slightly damp - fabric of his boxers was tugged down his legs, his erection springing free.
On the screen the Green Goblin had returned, a gleeful smile on his face as he watched Spiderman writhe in agony. "Ready to spill your guts yet, Spidey?" He said, slipping the pump off the captive's dick. The relief on his face was almost contagious. Peter's hell had somehow become heaven - watching some of the most arousing porn he'd ever found and then glancing down to see his beautiful boyfriend looking at him with a ravenous hunger in his eyes.
"Wade I have to warn you, I really might not last lo-HHOHOHONGGG!" Peter screamed as Wade took his dripping member in his mouth, sliding slowly past the head and down the shaft. Holy shit, holy shit, oh fuck. It was so warm, so wet, so soft, that Peter had to focus all his willpower on not busting that instant. God it felt good. The lad's eyes screwed up in pleasure, his restrained hands splaying and curling into fists, legs almost buckling as Wade carried on his slow, rhythmic sucking.
"Unghh, auhhhh." The soft moans falling from Pete's lips were music to Wade's ears, pulling him onwards as he strove to play his dopey, charming, whip-smart lover like a harp. If he made his mouth a vacuum and just danced ever so gently on the head Peter would tense and sing a high pitched keen as he struggled to maintain control; if he engulfed the member fully and let it slam into the soft, burning hot recesses of his throat the webbed-up lad made a deep grunt with the impact. Switching between these methods Wade made Peter his own personal choir, singing him a symphony of toe-curling euphoria.
It had hardly been five minutes but when the merc's tongue started lapping at Peter's head and slit with wet strokes he knew the time was near, that charictaristic tensing and tingling beginning to reach new heights in the base of his pelvis. "I-I'm real close, Wade." He stammered, the ability to talk smoothly being overpowered by the onslaught of pleasure Wade's mouth was providing. Wade's left hand rose up under Pete's shirt and pinched his nipple in acknowledgment, his right gripping the base of his shaft tightly. And then, to Peter's surprise, he went turbo mode.
His hand started jerking the base of Pete's dick rapidly, his mouth suddenly bobbing up and down with increadible speed, lips slurping and tongue circling the throbbing helmet with vigour. Peter's breath was taken away at the sudden surge of sensation and he only had time to let out one stilted "AUhhhhh!" before he came in Wade's waiting mouth, sticky jets of fluid squirting down the mercenary's throat. Every muscle in his body tensed as he jizzed, head thrown back with bliss. "OH! OH! OH! OH! FUhuhuhckkkkk!" Peter panted as Wade sucked every last drop from his orgasm.
His entire body seemed to melt as the orgasm slipped away, leaving only a warm hum in the very core of his being, head lolling, restrained arms relaxing as much as they were allowed.
...But Wade was still sucking.
A few seconds later a frown started to grow on Peter's face at the continued sensation. His stomach sucked in and he hissed through his teeth. Too sensitive, fuck, fuck, WAY too sensitive. "You can stop now. Wade? WADE." But the man wasn't listening. Why wasn't he stopp- then Peter remembered something. Something cruel, and very Deadpool. No, no, please not that, anything but that. Peter had seen things like this in his various forays into the world of gay porn, much as it shamed him: post-orgasm torture. Where someone would be brought to orgasm and then keep being jerked or sucked, inflicting a torturous over-stimulation and considerable suffering, as if they were paying the price for their climax. Peter had the terrible feeling that Wade was doing the same to him, inspired by Pete's preferred porno. Fuck.
The sucking on his over-sensitive cockhead evoked the same reactions as a brain freeze or getting a particularly cold tooth: scrunching up one's face, pursing one's lips, swearing profusely.
"FfffffffuckingOWWWWwwwww!! WADE!" Spiderman squawked, lifting his legs and trying to swing his dick out of Wade's mouth, or kick the man away, but he was latched on like a leech, tormenting the overburdened organ with glee. "MBBBbmmdbbhhghhhhhhhhFUCKER!"
With sweaty desperation, and experiencing a debilitatingly distracting anti-blowjob all the while, Peter eventually managed to get good enough purchase on Wade's torso to kick him away with enough force to send him flying across the room. The webbed lad sighed with relief, sopping cock now lolling about as it ever so slowly deflated, finally allowed to be relieved of duty. "You fricking douchebag, Deadpool!" Peter grunted, wishing he could protectively cradle his dick. "What was that for?"
The man was just giggling at the other end of the room as he got up and dusted himself off. "Hey, you said you were into milking, I was just giving you a little taste of what it's actually like." He gestured to the laptop where the porn video had finished, both Spiders' torture finally over. "If you'd let me continue I bet you'd have splooged again like your doppelganger over there."
"Asshat." Peter snapped, but now that it was over he could see why people would be into that. It was kinda adrenaline pumping, as well as generally quite degrading and filthy. "Can you let me down from here? I've got stuff to do."
Wade smiled, a nice one this time, without sadistic glee. "Ok sure. You've suffered enough for today." Then his smile faltered. "Erm...how exactly do I go about getting you down? Isn't this stuff like as strong as steel or some shit?"
Peter grew a bashful smile on his face and he couldn't stop himself from feeling proud. He had invented it after all. "Yes, yes it is. It's also super flexible and able to support up to 5000x its own weight- anyway, there's some emergency anti-webbing fluid in the suit case. For if I ever accidentally web myself."
Wade wandered over to the case and rooted around it's futuristic blinking lights and swirling holograms. "Or for when you try to create a makeshift pair of handcuffs for yourself and then freak out." Wade said.
"Haha, shut up." Peter chuckled at Wade's joke, but inside he panicked. How did Wade know about that? That was ONE TIME! Was there a camera in here or something, or did Wade just know him too well? Peter wasn't sure which was worse.
The merc sprayed the webbing once he found the bottle and it started to crumble into a fine powder, letting Peter slip to the ground. "Thank you. Or screw you for putting me there in the first place." Peter squinted at Wade with light hearted malice. "That wasn't humiliating at all." He massaged his aching arms.
"Er...Pete?"
"Yeah?"
"Your dick is still out." Wade said, pointing between Peter's legs.
"Ahh!" The lad screamed, nearly slipping over as he desperately yanked his jeans back up and sheathed his swollen and tender member, still puritan and self-flagellating as always as if Wade hadn't had every inch of his cock shoved down his oesophagus mere minutes ago.
"Prude." Wade shook his head.
Peter sighed, sitting on his wheely chair and closing his laptop - that he now considered a traitor - firmly. "Which is it, Wade, am I a prude or a dirty pervert?" He inquired with a cocked eyebrow: he had been accused of being both this eventful evening after all.
"Oh, Spidey. Don't you get it? That's what's so fun about you." He stood over the seated lad and ran his fingers though his soft, chocolate hair. "You're both."
"Hmph." Peter sighed. Maybe the man was right, but he didn't have the energy to think about it right now. "Well it's been delightful being relentlessly bullied and tormented by you on this previously peaceful evening, Mr Wilson, but I've got studying to be doing if you don't mind." He wheeled behind Wade and started nudging him to the window, then moved to palms on buttocks shoving him as Wade reluctantly shuffled to his exit.
"Really? Fascinating. Aren't you, like, a super nerd? What could you possibly need to study for in high school?"
"That...is none of your concern."
Wade smirked, then yawned. "I guess I should be heading off. It's past my bedtime." Wade quipped even as he was practically being thrown out the window. He clambered out onto the fire escape and turned, leaning on the windowsill. "See ya, Spidey." And the man gave his boyfriend a gentle peck on the cheek and turned as if to go.
"Nuh, uh." Peter chided, shaking his head and tapping his lips. "Properly please." Wade beamed and kissed him on the lips, once again proving that Deadpool's callous, cold and sarcastic shell hid a kinder, loving being beneath. "See you, Wade." Pete said as their lips broke apart, stroking Wade's scarrified face lovingly.
Wade started clambering down the rusty ladder, but popped his head back up half a second later. "Oh and Peter? You might wanna start deleting your browser history."
Peter slammed the window shut.