Wade's usual smug grin had faltered slightly as Peter, with a newfound confidence, began to crawl towards him on all fours. His movements were graceful and predatory, a stark contrast to the bumbling Peter Parker that Wade had come to know. The tension between them grew thick, charged with an energy that neither could fully comprehend.
"Do I make you nervous, Wade?" Peter's voice was low and husky, a teasing smile playing on his lips as he stopped just inches away from Wade's crotch.
Wade swallowed hard, his heart racing in his chest. "What are you... what are you doing?" He stuttered, trying to sound tough, but the tremor in his voice betrayed his nerves.
"Just seeing how you like it when the tables are turned," Peter replied, his hands reaching out to gently caress Wade's muscular thighs.
Wade's eyes went wide, and he opened his mouth to protest, but the words died in his throat as Peter's fingertips danced higher, brushing against the fabric of his suit. Peter's touch was feather-light, but it sent waves of heat crashing through Wade's body. He'd always found Peter attractive, but he'd never allowed himself to act on it, not when Peter was so firmly in the "straight" category.
But Peter's eyes were dark with desire, and as his hands continued to explore, Wade's resolve began to crumble. He'd wanted to get a rise out of Peter for so long, to see him squirm, but now he was the one who felt vulnerable. The lines between friendship and lust blurred as Peter's palms found their way to the bulge in Wade's pants, squeezing gently.
Wade's breath hitched, and he finally found his voice. "P- Peter, we can't—"
"Can't we?" Peter leaned closer, his breath hot against Wade's neck. "You're always flirting with me. Don't you ever wonder what it would be like?"
Wade's eyes fluttered shut, and he let out a shaky sigh. "Yeah, I do."
Without another word, Peter's hand unzipped Wade's pants, revealing his rock-hard cock. He stroked it slowly, watching as Wade's body reacted to his touch. The mercenary's breathing grew ragged, and his hands clenched into fists at his sides, trying to maintain some semblance of control.
"Your turn," Wade managed to say, reaching out to touch Peter through his tight costume. Peter's cock was just as hard, and he gasped as Wade's fingers wrapped around it.
Their eyes met, and Peter's expression softened. "Wade," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of want and doubt. "I'm not... I mean, I've never..."
"It's okay, Peter," Wade assured him, his voice gentle. "We don't have to label it. Let's just... see where this goes."
With that, Peter nodded, allowing Wade to continue. Their hands moved in tandem, exploring each other's bodies with a mix of excitement and trepidation. They were both out of their depth, but the chemistry between them was undeniable.
Wade took the lead, pushing Peter back against the wall and capturing his mouth in a passionate kiss. Peter's body responded eagerly, his tongue dueling with Wade's as they both grew more and more lost in the moment.
Their hips began to rock together, their cocks sliding against each other in a delicious friction. Peter's spider-sense tingled, not with danger but with an overwhelming sense of arousal. He'd never felt anything like this before, and he didn't want it to stop.
Wade broke the kiss, panting, and looked into Peter's eyes. "Cum with me," he murmured, and Peter nodded, unable to form words.
With one final, desperate look, they both reached for their cocks, jerking them off in unison. The air was thick with desire, the sound of their heavy breathing echoing off the surrounding buildings.
"I'm gonna cum," Peter gasped, his hips bucking against Wade's hand.
"Me too," Wade agreed, his voice strained.
And with that, they both reached their peak, their bodies tensing and releasing in a symphony of pleasure. Hot ropes of cum shot out, painting the rooftop in a display of their passion. They leaned against each other, panting and spent, the reality of what they'd just done slowly sinking in.
"Well, that was..." Wade trailed off, unable to find the words.
"Yeah," Peter said, a blush spreading across his cheeks. "That was..."
They shared a look, and in that moment, the unspoken understanding passed between them. They didn't have to define it, didn't have to label it. They just knew that this was something special, something that would change their friendship forever.
As they pulled away from each other, they both knew that this was just the beginning of a whole new chapter in their lives, one filled with passion, excitement, and the occasional awkward rooftop rendezvous.