The Tipping Point
Peter wasn’t brave enough to try and start something on his own, and he couldn’t think of a natural way to touch Wade anyway. Luckily, an opportunity presented itself a week or so later during their usual movie night. Their movie nights were increasingly becoming a pretense to be close to one another. Neither of them spent time picking a movie, they just threw on whatever and Peter sat under Wade's arm for as long as Wade let him. For his part, Wade kept Peter near him as long as Peter would stay.
When Wade wrapped his left arm around Peter, he let it hang down next to Peter's side rather than laying it along the top of the couch backrest. He didn’t touch Peter, but Peter recognized a chance to get his hands on Wade's forearm. He waited till they’d picked some movie, and then bent his left arm up to gently touch Wade’s at his side. He felt his heart speed up just thinking about it but forced himself to move despite his nerves. It was a bit of an awkward bend for Peter, but he disregarded the slight discomfort.
He kept his eyes fixed on the screen, trying to appear as relaxed and normal as possible. This was nothing, super normal and not weird at all. He tried to think it hard enough to make it true.
The tips of his fingers found the skin of Wade's arm in such a way they could’ve been mistaken for a light breeze. He couldn’t see Wade's reaction with his eyes strictly glued to the screen, but he felt him tense next to him.
He dared to let his fingers brush again, longer and more deliberate this time. Testing the waters. Wade was a statute next to him but didn’t pull away. He trailed his fingers down from near Wade’s elbow to as low toward his hand as his wrist would bend. Wade shivered in what seemed like an involuntary gesture and remained otherwise silent and still.
Peter kept up the light touches, tracing back and forth, small circles and swirls. He ignored the movie in front of him, instead focusing on the feel of Wade's skin underneath his fingers. His super senses highlighted every bump, ridge, and twist. The texture was interesting to him, and he wanted to get his hands on the whole of it. On every inch of Wade. He wanted to learn each valley and hill like a map he could navigate with his eyes closed, with the lights off and no compass.
He saw Wade’s fingers twitch out of the corner of his eye as he ran one finger in a soft line up and down his forearm. It was a break in the facade, a crack in the dam that let a spring of water through. Peter repeated the motion, lingering especially when he reached the bottom near Wade's wrist. Wade coughed next to him, but it did nothing to mask the rumbling groan Peter had heard building in Wade’s chest.
He thought back to every moment Wade was an absolute dick about him being affected, and made a decision.
“You good?” He said, feigning concern and eyeing Wade. He paused his fingers as he did, waiting for Wade to answer.
“Yeah, all good,” Wade said, his voice an octave lower than usual
“I just-” Peter ran his fingers up Wade's arm, and Wade’s voice caught in his throat
“I just swallowed wrong,” Wade finished, not meeting Peter's eyes, “That’s all.”
Lord, if this wasn’t fun! Peter smirked, taking in how much Wade seemed to be struggling. It was a taste of his own medicine, Peter reminded himself. Wade shifted in his seat and cleared his throat again. Wade smelled absolutely mouthwatering, and it was slowly filling the room along with Peter's scent.
Feeling bolder than he’d ever been before, Peter shifted as close to Wade's side as he could so he could bend Wade’s elbow inward and allow both his hands to hold Wade's one. He looked down at Wade's hand, huge and close to his face near his chest. There was no other way to be now that he’d shifted them to this position. Peter wasn’t sure exactly what arousal smelled like for Wade, but he guessed it was this. He always smelled like woodfire, but there was something like cinnamon peaking around the edges. Peter wanted to take a deep breath of it, but instead refocused.
He studied the landscape of the back of Wade's hand, letting his smaller fingers run up and down, in between and around Wade's larger ones. He ran his thumb across the middle of Wade's palm, and Wade let him though he did suck in a rather sharp breath at the touch. Wade shifted the blanket around his lap, a movement that Peter did not miss but did not comment on.
This position allowed him ideal access to Wade's wrist in particular, where it had previously been just out of reach. Peter held his breath and ran his thumb, tantalizingly slow and light, from the middle of Wade’s palm over to his wrist, and back again. Wade leaned his head to rest on the back of the couch, a clear abandonment of the movie pretense they had both dedicated themself to. Peter peaked over at him, finding Wade's eyes closed and his mouth slightly parted.
Peter swirled his fingers over Wade's wrist and watched as Wade clenched his jaw shut with a swift click of his teeth. He was fascinated watching Wade’s jaw grind in an effort to…Peter wasn’t sure. Keep quiet? Keep still? Maybe all of the above.
An impulse flared in Peter's brain, and he acted on it without thinking. He leaned forward slightly, bringing Wade’s hand to his lips to press a small kiss there. Peter glanced back at Wade to find the man already looking at him from where he was laid back, his gaze dark and intense. Peter felt frozen, unsure of what to do. He simply looked back and ran his fingers again over Wade's wrist.
Wade closed his eyes at the feeling, turning his head back up towards the ceiling. A noise escaped him, deep and needy. Peter felt himself blush from head to navel, but he couldn’t take his eyes away from Wade's face. He continued to watch as Wade took a deep breath in, his chest rising, slowly exhaling from his mouth. Peter noticed Wade’s other hand fisted in the blanket on his lap.
His breath quickened, seeing Wade like this. He absent-mindedly kept running his fingers over and around Wade’s arm and palm, watching as Wade became more and more exasperated by his ministrations.
“Peter,” Wade broke the silence with a scratchy voice, “Do you have any idea-” He stumbled on his words when Peter ran over a particularly sensitive spot “-any idea how that feels?”
“I can guess,” Peter answered, his voice equally raspy. He swallowed, licking his lips.
“So you’re trying to kill me then?” Wade said, letting out a half-laugh half-sighing sound
“Hey, if this is how I go then so be it,” He continued, opening his eyes to look at the ceiling, “But I just want to make sure you know that this is the slowest death I’ve ever experienced, Baby boy, and I’ve been burned alive before.”
Peter swooned at the pet name, chewing the inside of his cheek to stay grounded. He didn’t know what to say. This was the closest they’d ever gotten to actually saying what they’d been dancing around for months, years, and he didn’t know what his next move was.
He brought Wade’s hand to his mouth again, kissing first the meat of his thumb, the palm of his hand, and then one of his fingers. Wade seemed to be vibrating with energy, unable to wrestle his breath into anything other than panting. His eyes were squeezed shut, his fingers shaking under Peter’s lips.
It was impossible to remain unaffected, seeing Wade fall apart like this. It was the first time Peter had seen him like this- usually Peter was the blushing, fumbling mess. He’s leaving this up to me, Peter registered. The game be damned, Wade was probably more concerned about overstepping a boundary.
Peter untangled himself from Wade’s arm, turning to climb onto the larger man’s lap. He felt a hardness between his legs, and it wasn’t his own. Wade froze, his arms steadfast at his sides away from Peter. He kept his gaze on the ceiling.
“Is this alright?” Peter asked tentatively, his hands hovering over Wade’s chest
“Is it what you want?” Wade said, closing his eyes. He sounded fragile.
“Yes,” Peter said without hesitation, “Is it what you want?”
“Yes,” Wade said the word like he barely dared to admit it out loud like it would shatter something around them and Peter would dissipate into thin air. He opened his eyes and picked his head up from where it had been lying on the backrest, looking at Peter like he was something delicate.
Peter placed his hands on either side of Wade's neck, feeling the strong collar bones beneath his shirt with his thumbs. He ran his thumbs over them, and Wade clenched his jaw around a groan. He blinked at Peter, a flutter of eyelashes around striking blue eyes. Peter felt Wade's shaking hands brush against his hips and invitation. He hummed at the contact, giving Wade a small smile.
“I’ll do whatever you want,” Wade said, placing his hands firmly on Peter’s hips, “and nothing more. Pinky promise.”
“Okay,” Peter said, contemplating his options. He still wasn’t sure what he wanted. He’d wanted Wade for so long, but now that he was here he wasn’t sure what was allowed. What were the boundaries? What was the right pace? He decided to follow his gut, which had gotten him here in the first place.
“Could you,” He ran his hands down Wade’s chest to grip the bottom of his shirt, “take this off? Is that okay?”
Wade said nothing, just removed his hands from Peter’s hips to take off his shirt. He cast it to the side and returned his hands to their previous hold, slipping a thumb under the edge of Peter’s shirt to rub against his hip bone. Peter flushed something furious at that, despite already being rosey, and took a shaky breath.
He would be lying if he said he found Wade to be anything other than breathtaking. The rise and fall of his chest, his broad shoulders, and strong arms. He drank Wade in with his eyes, and Wade watched him do so.
“Peter,” Wade groaned, shifting beneath him. Peter felt completely enveloped by Wade’s smell, especially as Peter’s name past his lips pushed his breath towards Peter’s nose. He simply hummed again in response, leaning towards Wade’s neck a bit to openly scent him. Wade gripped his hips harder, taking faster breaths as Peter consumed the smell of him. He breathed in through his mouth, feeling like maybe he could taste Wade in the air if he tried hard enough.
Wade’s hips twitched under him, and he was reminded of the state of both of them brushing against one another. He groaned, curling inward at the slight friction.
“Baby boy,” Wade tried again, but Peter just shushed him.
“Can you- can you just stay still for a moment?” Peter asked softly, a genuine question
“Yes,” Wade said in a strained voice, halting his movements as best he could. His head was once again resting back as if he couldn’t handle seeing Peter on top of him.
Peter took a deep breath and began to explore Wade with his hands. He traced the lightest of patterns across Wade’s shoulders and down his chest. If Peter thought he had undone Wade before, he was proven wrong by the man’s response now. Wade’s chest swelled in deep but quick motions, and he couldn’t seem to make himself breathe through his nose. He groaned, a deep sound from his belly when Peter brushed over his pecs. He was clearly trying his hardest to stay still, but failing often. Peter appreciated the way his arms clenched as he tightened his grip on Peter’s hips.
He leaned in slowly, till his lips found the skin of Wade’s neck. He licked a quick swip beneath his jaw, and Wade pushed Peter’s hips down into his own.
“What did I say?” Peter whispered near Wade’s ear, biting his ear lobe lightly. Wade huffed, removing his hands from Peter’s waist and instead curling his fists into the blanket still between them.
“Thank you,” Peter breathed out, running his hands over Wade’s pecs again as he licked down the side of Wade’s neck to his clavicle. The man beneath him was increasingly loud, some sound slipping past his lips at every touch and caress of Peter’s hands. Peter inhaled deeply at the juncture between Wade’s neck and his shoulders, moaning himself at how Wade’s smell swirled and filled his head. Wade made a desperate noise as Peter did that, and Peter brought a finger to the other side of Wade’s neck, dragging his nail in a line down the side.
“Mother fucker,” Wade gasped out, thumping his head softly against the backrest in frustration.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Peter said, moving to kiss along Wade's jaw, “you’ve been teasing me for months. This is only fair.”
Wade huffed out a laugh between desperate noises, his hips beginning to buck again.
“Only fair my ASS,” Wade said, offering no other explanation
Peter experimented with rolling his hips softly, and Wade's hands immediately flew to his hips, halting the motion.
“Sorry,” Peter said, his hands pausing on Wade's chest,
“No, it’s-” Wade seemed to gather himself, “I just- are you sure? This is-” He trailed off as he opened his eyes and raised his head to meet Peter's gaze. He looked completely fucked out, and Peter fluttered his eyes at the sight of it.
“I’m not sure what’s okay, but I know what I want,” Peter said, tilting his head and leaning in as he flicked his eyes from Wade's mouth back up to his eyes. Wade made a frustrated sound and leaned in to kiss Peter. Peter closed his eyes and…Wade did not kiss him. He was met instead with Wade's hand cupping his chin, his large thumb running over Peter's bottom lip.
Peter opened his eyes and made an upset noise, but was met with Wade's face incredibly close to his looking at him.
“Everything is okay with me,” Wade said, his eyes studying Peter's lips like there would be a test later, and he wanted an A. “I just think it’s unfair what you’ve done to me, and I don’t even get the chance to return the favor?” he fake pouted at Peter
“How am I supposed to live up to the expectations I’ve set when you’re doing this” He said, spreading his large hand across one of Peter's thighs.
“Of course, if this is all you want to do, then this is all we have to do,” He said, looking at Peter to emphasize the truth in the statement, “But I would really, really like to get my mouth on you, baby boy,”
Peter looked down at Wade's mouth with half-lidded eyes, and licked his lips. Wade’s words spread like lava in him, slow but unrelenting in their scorching heat. He ran his hands up the sides of Wade's neck and nodded as Wade groaned.
Wade kissed him, and Peter felt completely overwhelmed. He tasted exactly as he smelled, and he consumed Peter's mouth with the passion and fervor of a starving man. His tongue did some sort of swirling motion in Peter's mouth, and Peter could not help the twitch of his hips and the whine that Wade swallowed.
“Hey, be still, right?” Wade taunted, taking Peter's hands in his to place them on his thighs. He hovered his hands over Peter, catching his eyes to ask permission. Peter nodded, breathing out a small “Yes”
Wade placed one of his back to the familiar hold on Peter's hip, and the other at his neck. Peter froze, his mouth parted, as Wade paused kissing him to make intense eye contact with him.
“Peter,” He said in a deep rumble, his eyes never wavering
“Yes?” Peter asked, feeling unable to move from the precipice he was at. Wade hadn’t touched him yet, but he could feel the fingers centimeters away from the delicate and sensitive skin on the back of his neck. He held his breath at the sensation, refusing to look anywhere other than back as Wade.
“Can I touch you here?” Wade blinked at him, swallowing with a bob of his Adam's apple, “Please?” He added, his voice cracking
“Yes,” Peter said again, already feeling overwhelmed with the desire to feel Wade's fingers on him.
Wade's thumb shifted on his thigh towards the front of his body, gripping him hard enough to hold him still. Wade ran his fingers down the back of Peter's neck from the bottom of his skull to the collar of his shirt and Peter couldn’t help his reaction. The needy sound that left him was high and breathy, a feeling like electric sparks flooded his limbs, and he squeezed his eyes shut as his hips rolled against Wade's hold. His hands lept up from where Wade had placed them, but they didn’t have anywhere to go so Peter just ground the heels of his palms into Wade's thighs trying to expel the too-much-of-a-good-thing feeling building inside him.
“Oh, fuck, fuckfuckfuck,” he whined in Wade's lap as his fingers continued to run along the back of his neck. He was impossibly hard, and he couldn’t do anything about it. He bowed his head, but Wade wrapped his hand around Peter's throat gently and nudged him to stay upright.
“Wade, I-” He started and stopped, not knowing what he was trying to say. He was unmoored, floating away in a fog of Wade's smell, his hands and lips. Speaking of lips, Wade was leaning in to kiss Peter's neck. Peter whined in a long and pathetic way, blushing at his own voice. His hands grabbed at Wade, unable to stay still. Peter's hips were in a similar state, refusing the encouragement Wade’s hand was providing to stay still.
“Yes?” Wade said, licking a stripe up the side of Peter's neck
“I-” his thought was snatched away as soon as it was formed by Wade biting at his neck. It was a small bite, quick and not very hard, but Peter lost what little control he had. He grabbed Wade's hand off his hip, pinning it instead to the couch cushion next to them. He ground down into Wade's lap, letting out a loud moan at the much-desired friction. Wade bit the side of his neck harder, letting out a growl of his own, and Peter swore his vision fragmented. Something about the pain was delicious, and he leaned into the sharp stab of Wade's teeth.
“You should turn around,” Wade said in a low voice, between haggard breaths
“Turn around?” Peter asked, confused
“Yes.” Wade responded, “Trust me?”
Wade helped Peter turn, motioning for him to sit between Wade's spread legs, still on the couch, with his back to Wade's chest. The shift allowed him a moment to catch his breath, inhaling and exhaling deeply. He could feel Wade's hardness against his ass. Wade didn’t give him more than a moment before he was resting his chin on Peter's shoulder from behind him, asking “Can I touch you?” as he snaked his hand towards Peter's waistband.
“Yes,” Peter said, leaning his head against Wades next to him. Peter's hands rested on Wade's thighs lightly, unsure of where to put them. He expected Wade to immediately touch him, but Wade had other plans. He bracketed his large legs around Peters, preventing him from easily spreading his legs any farther than Wade would allow. He ran a hand slowly up Peter's front, kissing the spot of skin behind his ear as he did. Peter groaned, arching back into Wade, shifting against him. Wade groaned near Peter's ear, sending tingles down his spine.
Wade seemed as hell-bent on driving Peter mad as Peter had him; He traced just the tip of his tongue along the back of Peter's neck at the same time as he slipped his fingers below Peter's waistband to grab his painfully hard dick. Peter dug his nails into Wade's thighs, squeezing his eyes closed again. He vaguely registered that he was rambling a stream of expletives between aroused noises, but he just didn’t have the attention space to care.
The tongue on his neck flattened, laving at the most sensitive spot there. Wade's warm, textured hand on his dick was wonderfully overwhelming. His large hand easily enveloped Peter's cock, moving up and down at a casual pace. He attempted to thrust upward at a faster pace, but Wade grabbed one hip with his free hand and hooked a leg around the opposite side, fastening Peter where he was. Peter growled, frustrated by Wade's pacing. Peter's breath caught in his throat and he froze as he felt the barest scrape of teeth on his neck.
‘Wade,’ He tried to say, but his voice only croaked out a broken noise. Wade’s thumb wound a circle around the head of Peter's dick, and Peter laid his head back to rest against Wade's shoulder. Wade seized this shift to kiss at the side of Peter's neck, and the hand at his hip up his chest under his shirt.
“You’re gorgeous like this, baby boy,” Wade said in his ear, “So perfect. You sound beautiful, you sound-” Peter let Wade's endless stream of praise wash over him, a cooling balm of the firefly frustration building in him. Wade had mercy on him, picking up the pace slowly as he built him up. He brushed over one of Peter's nipples, and he couldn’t help but jerk as the sensation sent a shock through his chest. Peter turned his head to kiss Wade, not caring that the angle was awkward. The kiss was wet and sloppy, lasting long enough he broke off to gasp for air.
He was close. He could feel his orgasm building in him, stacking higher and higher till where it would topple. The rippled skin on Wade's hand felt incredible on his dick, and he fantasized about how it would feel inside of him.
“Wade-” He moaned, wishing he was facing the larger man, “Please,”
Wade responded by quickening his pace and tightening his hold on Peter. Peter felt Wade rutting into his ass, growing harder even with the multiple layers of fabric between them. He arched his back and shifted to put pressure on Wade’s length.
“Tell me when,” Wade groaned in his ear, “Tell me when baby boy,”
“Now-” Peter chocked out, “Now, please, now,” He didn’t know why he felt like he needed to ask, but he couldn’t seem to give himself permission to let it fall over the edge it was balanced on
“You’re so perfect, baby boy,” Wade said, licking at the side of his neck again
“You can do it,” He growled, “Come”
Peter inhaled a deep shuddering breath and felt his orgasm flood him as Wade bit down hard at the juncture between his shoulder and his neck. A long, drawn-out noise was wretched from him as Wade worked him through his orgasm, and Wade growled into his neck. God, it wasn’t a mating bite but it was damn close. If anyone saw it, they would at least assume he had someone who would be mating him soon.
He whined in pain as his orgasm faded, and Wade stopped his movements, releasing Peter's leg from where he’d trapped it with his own. Peter collapsed back into Wade, his body melting like water over the man behind him. Wade peppered little kisses on Peter's cheek and reached his arm up to run it through Peter’s hair as he rested. They sat like that for a while before a thought came to Peter's mind.
“Wait, do you-” He shifted to feel if Wade was still hard
“Oh, I’m good,” Wade said, chuckling, “I came like a fifth grader seeing titties for the first time- I promise I usually last far longer.”
Peter scoffed at Wade's ability to immediately be lewd just after they’d both cum, moving his tired body to face Wade. Chest to chest, he relaxed once more. This time, he wrapped his own hand around to trace patterns on the side of Wade's neck.
Wade made a rumbling noise in his throat, and Peter laughed. “Already? Didn’t we just finish?”
“I think you’ll find my refractory period to be short if not zero,” Wade said low in Peter's ear. Peter shivered at the future implications but stayed in his relaxed position. He was done for the night and knew Wade would respect that. He simply mumbled in response, and Wade chuckled again. He hugged Peter, continuing to Play with Peter's hair till he nodded off on Wade's chest.
He purred as Wade carried him to bed, cleaning him off and changing his clothes. Peter let him, too tired to properly wake up. Wade hesitated a moment before getting into bed with Peter, but Peter squashed any insecurity or doubt by immediately circling up into Wade's warmth and slipping into a deep sleep.