Peter had told Wade to pick a movie, any movie, so he had. The movie didn’t really matter to him though, not as much as the Omega next to him. Or the fact that Peter had invited himself over. He’d texted first, and Wade had needed to double take the notification.
“For real? For real realizes?” he’d said out loud to himself
Pool/ O.M.GEE. Spiderman wants 2 see me?
Pool/ Yes OBVI cum over rn
BabyBoy/ Don’t make it weird. I just want to watch a movie.
Pool/ I will b so cool. Cool as a cucumber. A cucumber that's been frozen in the arctic next to Captain America the entire time he was down there.
BabyBoy/ I’m already regretting this. See you soon.
Pool/ !!!!!
He’d gotten snacks, and ice cream, and popcorn, and made sure there was a blanket if Peter wanted one. He and Peter had been buddies for a while, and their sarcastic banter was familiar. Deadpool had made his more-than-friends-feelings more-than-clear. Spiderman hadn’t been reciprocal exactly…he also hadn't been NOT reciprocal. It was complicated. Deadpool did most of the inviting and instigating. Spiderman usually said yes. Eventually he’d been comfortable enough to tell Deadpool his name, and hang out with him outside of patrol. Truthfully, Deadpool had already known Peter's name when Peter told him- but Wade figured waiting for Peter to tell him was important.
So was letting Peter decide when to show his face. That development had come soon after the name drop. Wade had already been attracted to Peter, but seeing Peter's face had been…an experience. His golden hair and freckles had sent Wade even deeper into the hole he already felt he was in.
Plus, with his mask off, two key factors came into play. First, blush. Peter was rather pale, and a blush hit him quick and hard. It spread across his face and down his neck- and down his chest, Deadpool assumed. He tried not to think too hard about that, or he would get…well…hard. The second was that with his mask off, the high tech scent blockers built into it were useless. Now that had been a real turning point. Up until then, Peter had been extremely unreadable beyond his usual sarcasm and there wasn’t much reading between the lines to be done at his pulling away and evading Deadpools advances.
Without scent blockers, Deadpool realized Peter was not a Beta like he had assumed. Peter was an OMEGA. Not just an Omega, and extremely strong, confident, and assertive Omega who knew how to put Deadpool in his place. It was basically his ultimate fantasy come true. Now when he made jokes, he would be met with not only a wonderful red blush, but the smell of an Omega tentatively interested. It was what fueled him in waiting and trying and pushing.
All this to say, Wade wasn’t interested in the movie he chose. He was scheming. What could I get away with, he wondered. Maybe an arm around him? I could yawn like they do in the movies and just streeecchhhh my arm over him, he thought. Wade didn’t want to make Peter uncomfortable- that was never the goal- but testing limits was reasonable. Seeing how far he could push things was well within his purview, he reasoned to himself.
He was able to fake yawn and stretch his arm across Peter's shoulders with only a vague rolling of Peter's eyes and a small huff. I’ll take it, he thought. After a few moments, Peter relaxed a bit under his arm. Score! He took a deep breath, catching the familiar scent of Peter being interested. He could work with interest, he reminded himself. Interested could become…something more. It could become a passion. Or maybe even…well, he didn’t like to dream farther than that.
Unfortunately, his bladder was out to foil his plans. What a cock block.
He removed his arm to go and piss real quick, something he verbalized to Peter by saying:
“I’ll be right back Baby Boy, just gotta go give my toilet a golden shower. She gets real finicky if I don’t do it at least twice a day.”
Peter's head had begun to rest on Wade, and he seemed to jolt awake a bit when Wade moved. Damn, Wade thought. HUGE cock block. Peter groaned when he processed Wade's comment, and Wade chuckled to himself as headed towards the small bathroom in his apartment.
As he relieved himself, he wondered about Peter's most recent behavior. Seeking Wade out was something he did only on special occasions. Peter hadn’t expressed anything in particular as being wrong, but yet here he was. On Wade's couch. Sitting next to Wade. Letting Wade be his usual Deadpoolish self. And apparently almost falling asleep on him? AND smelling content and relaxed as he did so. Lord, have mercy on me, he sarcastically prayed.
He washed his hands, mostly because Peter was here and he didn’t want to be as gross as he usually was, and walked back over to the couch.
Peter was asleep.
Wade paused, looking at Peter's sleeping body. He hadn’t realized how tired Peter was. It had only taken him a minute or two to piss, and yet Peter was completely passed out. To be fair, Peter always seemed to be running on fumes of fumes. Peter's body was so small, curled on the couch. His chest rose and fell slowly, his mouth parted to let out soft breaths.
Wade was hit with one of his favorite fantasies to turn over in his head. The situation he was currently in was eerily close. It was one of his more PG dreams, which involved Peter sleeping on him, letting Wade watch over him and play with his hair. As much as Wade fantasized about having rough, soft, kinky, sleepy, public, private- you get the idea- SEX, with Peter, he also felt a certain possessive, protectiveness that was equally enjoyable to indulge in his head. He wanted to dick Peter down wild style just as much as he wanted to hide him away and protect him from all harm.
He tiptoed over to the couch, looking down at the smaller man trying to figure out the best way to make his dreams a reality. He decided the only course of action was to simply go for it. He sat squished above Peter in the small gap between his head and the arm of the couch. He then awkwardly tried to softly lift Peter's head, and slide his thigh under.
He silently cursed how large he was- the shift was not small or subtle. Peter woke up a bit, and Wade quickly reassured him in a soft voice, “shh, you can keep laying down. I just want to finish the movie. Go back to sleep Petey”
He crossed metaphorical fingers, and by the grace of some god Peter simply mumbled and readjusted, laying his head willingly in Wade's lap. He curled up closer to Wade this way, and Wade felt himself go stiff with how badly he wanted Peter to just STAY.
He slowly relaxed, tentatively placing his hand in Peter's hair. Peter made no sound, but didn’t protest or pull away. Slowly, Wade began to run his larger fingers through Peter's soft, wavy hair. Peter sighed, smelling so strongly of content that Wade was swallowed in it. He continued to play with Peter's hair, looking down at him and completely ignoring the movie playing on the screen. Peter shifted a few times, only to relax deeper, his breath eventually returning to the deep and evenly paced breaths of deep sleep.
Once he’d worked out all the little knots in Peter's hair, gently, of course, he started to simply card through Peter's hair from the top of his head down the back. The way Peter was curled put his head at an angle which allowed Wade a bit of access to a small patch of Peter's neck, close to the nape.
When he brushed for a brief moment at the shorter hairs at Peter's neck, Peter shifted to allow him more access. Wade noticed a small blush on Peter's cheeks. Although Peter didn’t seem completely awake, Wade also hadn’t noticed him leave the deeper sleep he’d been in for a moment.
This time, when Wade ran his hand through Peter's hair he let them trail a bit down Peter's neck. Peter made a small noise, but still did not open his eyes or ‘wake up’. Once again, he smelled interested in Wade. Not exactly turned on, but something adjacent or just before that. He still smelled at ease, peaceful and safe, so Wade did not stop. In fact, he began to focus his hands more on the back of Peter's head, inching more and more down onto the back of Peter's neck.
As he did, he felt Peter melt more and more into his leg and the couch. Pleased with himself, Wade smiled a bit. He dared to completely abandon the pretense of Peter's hair, instead tracing small circles and patterns along Peter's neck. He was aware of the implications- being so close to a gland, so close to where a mating bite would go. It was a very vulnerable spot to be close to, much less touching. Wade was careful to keep scenting Peter as discreetly as he could, and each time he did Peter was just…happy.
Peter's breathing evened out again, and the movie ended. Wade noticed Peter's breath seemed to feel a bit like it was rattling his body. It was subtle, but he made a mental note to ask Peter when the last time he went to the doctor was- despite being Spiderman, Peter tended to be incredibly lax about caring for himself. As the credits rolled, a soft song played. Wade heard a rumbling coming from somewhere in the apartment. Great, he thought, probably the second hand trash fridge or the air conditioner finally giving out.
It was only when the credits finished rolling and the TV completely stopped emitting any sound that Wade realized the rattling and the rumbling was Peter purring. His hand paused its scritching of Peter's neck briefly, and Peter made a small disgruntled sound. He quickly resumed, but was overcome by a wave of more-than-friends-feelings. He dared to inch farther down Peter's neck, dangerously close to where Peter was most sensitive. The purring got louder, unmistakable in the room. Wade felt a warmth blooming in his chest, and he barely knew what to do with himself. He wished he knew what he done, or what terrible person he’d off’d to deserve this. He knew he hadn’t done anything, so it must just be luck. Or perhaps fate taking a day off. He’d shoot fate point blank if it meant he could stay here forever, or have this forever. Have Peter all to himself, forever.
An evil thought itched in the back of his brain. What if I just…grazed my finger over it, he thought to himself. Before he even thought about it, he knew it was too far. Too much of a violation to touch Peter there while he slept- not matter how wonderful and fucking pleased Peter smelled right now. The trust Peter had to sleep here, with him, with Wade touching him while he did, was something he would not break.
So he simply edged as close as he dared, admiring in a dark way how much larger his hands were compared to Peter's neck. He played with Peter's hair, and imagined a world where this was only the start. Where there was so much more they did. He took a deep breath, reveling in Peter's scent as much as he could. The purring pulled something from him, a low and protective sound. He stifled it, not wanting to wake Peter. Peter shifted a bit, still asleep, and muttered softly.
They sat like that till morning. Wade fell asleep in his sitting position with his hand resting at the base of Peter's skull, fingers tangled as much as they could be in the shorter hairs there. Peter woke first, and found himself embarrassed to have slept on Wade's lap all night. He slipped away to use the restroom, and in the quick moment that he left Wade woke up to start on breakfast.