“I need to shower,” Peter said urgently but rather exhaustedly. He peeled his suit off in seconds, leaving it crumpled on the laminate floor of his bathroom.
“I've got dinner cooking!” Wade yelled out, stirring the too big of pot of spaghetti that is actually the perfect size when compared to their intake. Wade hummed a Spanish song, murmuring to the boxes as he cooked the meat sauce to put on top. He was out his suit wearing just a pair of sweats and an apron he made with Sharpie that read ‘I'm Peter fucking Parker.’ His that read ‘I'm fucking Peter Parker’ was covered in pancake mix still from their escapades making breakfast the day prior.
Wade tried not to let the boxes get to him or let his mind wander. He knew that Peter always was desperate for a shower when people touched him too much. He hated strangers touching him. It even took a while into their relationship for Peter to be comfortable with Wade's touch, but shortly after that, he even sought it out himself, curling up next to Wade on the couch and crawling onto his back while he cooked.
But everyone loved Spider-Man, they jumped in his arms, tried to kiss him over his mask, felt up his muscles; he had a few thousand fan accounts posting thirst edits of him. Wade followed all of them, trying to comfort himself by saying he was the one who got to touch all of that whenever he wanted.
Peter came out from the shower, Wade grabbed his ass to calm his jealousy. Peter laughed and leaned into his side, kissing his scarred cheek.
“This mine?” Peter pointed to the separate sauce pan with no mushrooms and more garlic. Wade grunted in agreement. Peter stirred it and hummed with approval of how it looked.
“City safe?”
“Yep. Stopped a few muggings, walked a few girls home, handed out a few blankets to the people around the corner we saw yesterday. I'll have to buy Aunt May some more yarn.” Peter was ‘tasting’ the sauce which was really taking several bites. Wade wanted to probe more into the girls he helped, if they offered anything more as a thank you, if they drunk flirted with him, if the people he saved from being mugged tried to give him their numbers, if -
“Babe, I think the noodles are done.” Wade hummed, turning off the heat and pouring out the noodles into a strainer.
“Go sit, I'll make your plate.” Peter kissed him, trailing his fingers down his back as he walked to the table. Wade grinned at the zip that followed his fingers trailing down to his feet when Peter broke the contact.
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Peter held it in, the discomfort of people putting their dirty hands all over him. He never felt this way while pulling people from burning buildings, or walking the elderly across the street, or when he wrapped himself around someone as they returned the grip and swung across the city. But the feeling crawled up his back the second everyone was safe and started fawning all over him. People touching him like it would heal them when he walked down the street, people winking at him, waving at him, flashing him as if he'd want to see that.
He jerked away from someone trying to grab his mask, bumping into Deadpool who finally caught up. He let out a breath of relief, pressing his hand into the back of Wade's since they weren't out to the public yet.
Wade placed his hand on the small of his back, leading him towards the detectives to give a quick statement. Peter's heart fluttered in his chest.
“Baby boy,” Wade whispered, Spiderman tilted his head to listen. “Your ass looks really good.” His hand teased lower but he knew better than to grab his ass with witnesses, he wanted it all to himself. Peter laughed, smacking his chest. Wade smiled goofily at him, knowing how tense he was with the crowd he always tried to take his mind off it.
“I LOVE YOU DEADPOOL!”
The couple looked to the screaming only to be met with a pair of bouncing tits as a girl was jumping with her shirt to her neck.
“ACK!” Peter slammed his hand over Deadpool's eyes, only successfully smacking him in the face and making him stumble several steps back.
“Op, sorry!” Peter gasped, trying to steady Wade.
“Spidey, what the fuck!” His mask blinked a few times as he felt along the ridge of his nose.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” Peter said quickly, babying his face. “I didn't mean to.”
“What were you meaning to do?” Wade groaned, playing it up to make Peter feel bad so he would baby him for the rest of the day.
“I don't know, I saw the girl and I didn’t want you to see.”
“What, you think I haven't seen tits before?”
“Have people flashed you before?”
“Yeah, all the time.” Peter’s shoulders dropped, his lower lip coming out to pout but invisible behind the mask.
“All the time?” Peter asked defeatedly, making Wade feel like an asshole.
“No, not all the time, just a few times,” he corrected quickly but it was too late, Peter looked like he just told him Christmas was canceled. Or well, Hanukkah instead maybe.
“Do you like it… when they flash you?” Peter could feel the pin-prickle of embarrassment and shame crawling up his neck.
“What?! No of course not baby boy. The only person’s tits I wanna look at are yours.” Peter pushed out an amused huff, wanting to just push past it while surrounded by people.
“Behave yourself and maybe you will,” Peter flirted, putting as much heart in it as possible which appeared to fool Wade as he groaned, making grabby hands at Peter. He smacked away his hands with a laugh.
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The throbbing hurt slowly morphed into rage then finally settled on jealousy.
He pushed Wade away the first week, saying he was tired when really he couldn’t look at the way Wade looked at him without thinking someone else might be seeing it too.
The next week Peter snapped at everything Wade did, especially while he was in the suit. He yelled at him when the plan went awry, as it always did, and pushed him off harder than he needed to down a chimney. How dare Wade let those hero-hopping whores look at him and flash him. He was a taken man, he should not let himself be put into a situation where that happened.
The next week he clung onto Wade unceasingly. Whenever he went out Peter was at his side, wrapping his arms around Wade’s, crawling onto his back, pulling him into alleyways, cuddling into his side when they slept. The jealousy sat heavy in his chest, clenching when someone looked in their direction.
When he did solo hero work and the people fanned over him, all he could think about was the same thing happening to Wade and he hated it.
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“Let me GO!” yelled the not-so-successful robber, the police walking him in cuffs into the back of the cop car. Peter and Wade stood side by side on the rooftop, out of police range but able to spectate. Peter felt a gentle tingle go down his neck and his eyes popped over to a News camera pointed on them. His heart thrummed.
“Pool?” Wade looked over, humming in response. “I wanna come out, and I wanna kiss you right now on camera.” Wade’s eyebrow titled behind the suit, his eyes flickering to Peter’s gaze and ultimately the camera.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Peter mumbled.
“Have you thought this through?”
“Not really,” Peter answered honestly, Wade huffing with amusement.
“Let’s sit on it, we can do it another time if you really want to.” Peter whined, finally breaking eyes with the camera and turning his whole body to Wade.
“I want to now,” he said desperately, grabbing onto the front of Wade’s suit. “You’re mine, I am tired of people oogling my man.” Wade softly grabbed Peter’s wrist, fingers ever so slightly rubbing along his spinnerets. Peter let out a deep slow breath, shifting his weight.
“Spidey, no one is oogling me, they are all staring at you.”
“Then you should want to too,” Peter whined, his hands straining on Wade’s suit. “Show them who I belong to. Kiss me like you do at night when no one’s looking, like how you kiss your boyfriend before you push yourself inside him.” Wade’s hands slid up his arms, fingers teasing the edge of his mask.
“This is a big deal, you are revealing half your face, your sexuality, and that you're dating Deadpool all in one go.”
“I know, show them baby.” Deadpool’s thumbs traveled under his mask, grazing his jaw before lifting the mask higher.
“They’re all gonna see how ugly your boyfriend is, they might think they have a shot if they are hotter than me.”
“No one is hotter than you,” Peter breathed, stepping closer and pressing their bodies together. Peter lifted the bottom of his mask, smiling at Wade’s moist lips, he had obviously been licking them in anticipation. Wade held his jaw, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his chin.
“Are you sure?” Peter wrapped his hands tighter around Wade’s core, flushing their bodies together.
“Kiss me.” Wade sealed their lips, Peter melting in his grasp. His heart beat through his chest knowing the cameras were watching, that their kiss was being broadcasted across the city. He held onto Wade tighter, all his gasps and whines getting caught by Wade’s lips. Wade broke away, Peter chasing for another kiss. Their eyes darted to the camera, which was not focused on them, but pointed to the commotion down below.
“Oh,” Peter said, Wade bursting out in laughter.
“Baby boy,” he sighed, his lips out for the world to see but Peter the only one seeing them. “I love you.” Peter smiled and leaned back in for another kiss.
“I love you too,” he mumbled into the kiss. “Maybe we should try again later.”
“Yeah, we should practice for it too maybe,” Wade flirted. Peter laughed, burying his face into Wade’s neck.
“Yeah, maybe.”