Something Borrowed

It had been a while since Deadpool had visited Avengers Tower, and what luck that it was apparently empty. It was mostly Tony he was trying to avoid, which was rough since the man owned the tower, but since the entire purpose of his visit was to nab the leftover Thai that someone had so kindly mentioned in his presence, well, it was best that there was no one around to try to stop him. Wade was hungry and nothing was going to keep him from free Thai food. It was really their own fault for not inviting him when they’d gone anyway.

The refrigerator was a treasure trove when he popped it open: two kinds of curry, pad thai, a soup that smelled like coconut and lemongrass, and pad see ew. He barely took the time to tug off the gloves and shift the mask up over his nose before he dug in, demolishing the pad thai first. He never could resist a good classic. And it was good, and probably Clint’s because the man was crazy for the stuff, and that was fine because arrows didn’t even hurt that much compared to a hammer to the face.

It was the red curry next. The pad thai had filled him enough that he didn’t immediately begin shoveling that down, even taking the time to microwave it for a full two minutes before sitting at the breakfast bar to dive in. It was heavenly. Wade’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the first bite. He was so entranced that he didn’t even hear the light steps of someone approaching the doorway, and only stopped himself from throwing a knife by the skin of his teeth.

The boy in the doorway had dropped into a half crouch but froze when Deadpool did, arm cocked back, knife pinched between three fingers and ready to fly. Their eyes met and held, the boy’s wide and alarmed. He didn’t recognize the kid but his build was slim and strong, and Deadpool had gotten the message along with the rest of them. This must be Spider-Man, Peter Parker, newbie hero and Tony’s new toy. Interesting.

Peter straightened up cautiously when Wade tucked the knife away, but none of the tension dissipated.

“Red curry’s good,” Wade said, shoving a spoonful into his mouth. “S’it yours?” he mumbled around the food.

The boy shook his head, still tense as he looked Deadpool over, eyes catching on the toe of his boot where a few flecks of blood had dried. Oops. Wade thought he’d cleaned all that off--Tony hated when he tracked blood in the tower, fresh or dry. He wasn’t sure why the kid was acting like it was a surprise though. They hadn’t exactly worked together directly but they’d been on missions together--well, Deadpool had crashed missions when it suited him or if a favor was called in--so he definitely had some idea what Deadpool was like.

“If you’re coming for your pad thai, I already ate that one,” Wade said.

“I’m not,” the boy finally said, stepping into the kitchen with a halting step. “I have the soup.”

He was kind of cute with that little moue of uncertainty on his lips, eyes flicking from Wade to the coffee pot and back again as he considered his options. Such a sweet little mouse, you’d hardly think he was the same guy who could stop a barrelling truck with his bare hands. Had Tony warned him about Deadpool? He probably had and, if not, he probably should have. Tony knew how he liked the sweet ones.

“I didn’t eat that one yet.”

After another searching moment Peter apparently determined him to be not a threat, or at least not an imminent one, because he made his careful way into the kitchen. Wade watched him cross the floor, giving the breakfast bar a wide berth to approach the cupboard. He moved with an easy grace even just pulling a mug down and filling it with lukewarm coffee, inexplicably reminding Wade of the way Spider-Manjumped and spun and flew through the air. The movements were different without the skin tight suit to show off every flexing muscle, but it was still there in the tilt of his neck as he guzzled coffee, shirt pulling tighter around his shoulders, the sudden taut tendons in his wrist as he-

Oh. As he saw Wade looking and clenched his hand around the mug with sudden misgiving. Oops, had he been staring?

“You’re about to have a handful of ceramic shards,” Wade warned, giving the curry a lack luster stir. “I got yelled at for that, but you’re pretty enough I bet Tony won’t even care about the broken cup.”

Peter’s fingers relaxed but he didn’t otherwise move. It wasn’t until Wade had stopped looking at him completely, turning back to eat the suddenly-less-enticing curry with more focus, that he heard the shuffle of movement. The tap ran in the sink.

Wade waited a full ten seconds before turning to look at Peter again, finding the boy dabbing dish soap onto a sponge. What a dutiful little bee. Tony must love that.

Peter had begun wiping the inside of the mug, head bowed, and Wade took the chance to slip from his chair and approach from behind, movements covered by the running water. He rested both hands on the counter, enclosing Peter’s waist and grinning when the boy went tense and still inside them. Was he wondering what Wade was up to and what might happen next? Wade eased in a little closer until Peter was pressed warm and snug all along the front of him, then settled his chin on the boy’s right shoulder with a hum.

“Go ahead, finish up. Don’t let me stop you.”

Peter’s head tilted toward him just a hair, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. He wiped slowly along the rim of the glass, movements jerking when Wade dropped one arm to curl around his waist, but not stopping again. His breath was a little rough, drawing in just a little shallow and out a touch too fast, but he didn’t say anything.

“Looks pretty clean to me,” Wade observed, grin going wolfish when Peter took that as his cue to tuck the sponge away and begin rinsing. Such a good boy Tony had. He wondered if he listened as well with a cock in his ass.

Tony had said they could play with his toy. He had probably forgotten Wade was in that group chat, but it still counted. And oh, did Wade want to play.

He slipped one hand down into Peter’s jeans, more to see whether Peter would protest it than anything else. The boy’s movements stuttered again but he continued rinsing his mug without a sound, body tight with tension as Wade’s fingers wormed their way in. He pushed past the waistband of Peter’s underwear and kept going until he felt the firm plane of Peter’s pubic bone against his fingertips.

Wade reached over Peter’s shoulder and shut off the tap. Peter’s breathing was labored in the sudden quiet and Wade could feel the slightest of tremors where they were pressed together. He grazed his lips along the line of Peter’s neck, breathing warm against the soft skin there, hand static in Peter’s pants where he had stopped it.

“Don’t be scared,” Wade murmured, nuzzling in where a curl of hair had gone wild at Peter’s temple. “I don’t break other people’s toys.”

Not entirely true, depending on the toy, but Peter didn’t need to hear that now. Wade slipped his free hand up into the boy’s shirt and rested his palm against the warm flat stomach there. He could feel the rangy muscle drawing up as his fingers spread then slowly loosening as that hand went still as well.

“I know we’ve hardly met but-” Wade cut off, humming as he considered. It was probably pretty rude of him to grope without at least introducing himself first. “Hi Peter. I’m Deadpool.”

“Hi,” Peter said faintly. He turned his head more fully to look at Wade, dislodging the wandering lips from his neck as he did. He winced, mouth opening on what Wade was pretty sure was going to be an apology, judging by the contrite look in his eyes.

Wade cut it off by planting a smacking kiss right on his newly proffered cheek. Peter froze again, eyes going wide and confused, and Wade was beginning to think the kid must be half woodland animal or something. Did he always pretend to be a spooked deer when people touched him, or was that just for Deadpool? It was a little intriguing if Wade was honest with himself. It sort of made him want to pin Peter up against the sink and see what else he could startle out of him. It sort of made Wade want to wind his arms around Peter and never let go.

All good things must come to end, though. The unexpected smackaroo must have shocked something out of Peter because he released a shuddering breath and leaned heavily against the counter, both hands gripping the slate like it was going to float away. The confusion hadn’t left his expression but he had gone a little more pliable under Wade’s hands, breaths a little more measured. He was still tense but a little less like a stone now.

“That’s better,” Wade said approvingly. “You just needed a little affection, is that it?”

Wade’s left hand pressed Peter back against him with just a little pressure against his stomach as Wade’s right began to work its way deeper into the boy’s pants. He just wanted to get a nice handful of Peter’s dick, get a little feel for him before they went any further, but the jeans were annoyingly tight. Flaunt it if you got it, sure, but there were less constricting ways to do that. Wade huffed out a breath and bit into Peter’s neck in retaliation for his awful clothing choices. A little too rough maybe. Peter yelped and clenched the counter a little harder, tensing again and reversing all of Wade’s hard work to relax him, and enough was enough.

“Fuck it,” Wade said, stepping back and pulling both hands free of the boy’s clothing.

He didn’t waste a moment, taking Peter by the shoulder and the side and turning him around so fast the boy nearly unbalanced, which was just fine because in the next instant Wade had swiped the boy’s feet out from under him and really sent him toppling. Peter’s arms flailed forward to grab at Wade or the counter or both, but Wade had already slipped the hand at Peter’s side around to circle his waist and the other behind a shoulder blade, stopping the fall before he could hit the ground.

He let Peter down the last few inches by hand, then swung one leg over him and sat on the tops of his thighs. The kid’s eyes were a little wild around the edges but Wade ignored it in favor of pushing the shirt up to begin prying at the button of Peter’s jeans. Fuck those jeans and the ass they rode in on. Literally, in the case of the ass.

“Finally,” Wade groused as the button popped open. He slid down the zipper, only now looking up to meet Peter’s gaze. “I really hope all your pants aren’t like this or we might have a bad time.”

“N-no,” Peter said. He had reached both hands down to grab the hem of his shirt, either to hold it up or just for something to squeeze, Wade wasn’t sure. “They’re new.”

“Well I hate them,” Wade said, grabbing the top of the loosened pants to begin yanking them down. “A lot.”

It was hard going since he was still sitting on Peter’s thighs, but with a little shuffling he soon had them down below the curve of the boy’s ass, the boxers going down with them to reveal Peter’s cock nestled against his balls, soft and pale under the fluorescent light of the kitchen. From the corner of his eye Wade could see Peter watching but he paid him no mind, reaching to run a thumb over the limp cock, then holding it aside to roll his balls in one palm, glad he had stripped the gloves off before eating. Peter was warm against the skin of his palms.

“So pretty,” Wade sighed, letting go to take the soft cock between his fingers. He thought it was beginning to plump a bit beneath his attention, but it was hard to tell. Wade’s cock was certainly coming to attention in his own pants and had been since he first slipped his hand into Peter’s pants. “I could play with you like this all day.”

He let Peter’s cock drop back down where it had been laying, sitting up a bit to give the boy a better look over. He frowned though, pushing Peter’s hands away where they clutched the shirt so he could push the shirt up, revealing a taut flat stomach, ribs that made Peter squirm beneath the tickle of Wade’s fingers, and pink little nipples that looked just perfect for toying with. Wade paused a moment to pinch one, enjoying the way it went a little dark and stiff beneath his fingers, before continuing his mission to relieve Peter of his shirt.

The boy only tried to help once the shirt was over his face, squirming with his arms trapped above his head, his undulating body catching Wade’s attention. With one hand on the shirt, Wade held him there like that just to look, just for a minute. God, but he was beautiful, spread out beneath Wade’s thighs like a work of art. He could trace his eyes from firm smooth thighs all the way up the naked expanse of his body to the column of his neck. Peter had stopped squirming but he panted beneath Wade’s hand as he ran it down from sternum to belly button, then down again further to rub the soft cock, framed before the V of his own leather-clad thighs.

It was delicious, pinning the boy down like that, body laid out like a buffet just for Wade. He wanted to see Peter’s face though, watch every reaction as he touched every pretty little part of him. Wade worked the shirt up a little more until the boy’s head popped free, face pink and hair mussed across his forehead, blinking hard against the sudden bright light from above. The shirt was caught around Peter’s elbows, and Wade pinned it down to the ground again, holding the boy immobile.

“I want to take you home and violate you all day long,” Wade said, meeting Peter’s blinking eyes as he pinched another nipple. When Peter didn’t react he pinched it harder and gave a little twist until Peter mewled and tried to buck him off with his hips, eyebrows furrowing against the pain. “Shh, okay. You’re so good, baby boy. It’s okay.”

He leaned down and laved the nipple with his tongue, soothing away the sting and wishing he could whisk the boy away right now. He gave the nipple another lick, and then another, flicking it with the tip of his tongue and nearly groaning. Fuck, the kid was perfect and he tasted so good. Wade sucked Peter’s nipple into his mouth for a moment, then shifted over to give the other one some attention too. When he looked up, teeth just grazing across the little bud, he found Peter’s head tilted and watching him attentively, mouth open just enough to see the pink tip of his tongue.

He wanted to taste that mouth and he wanted to taste the rest of Peter’s body, and it frustrated him that he had to choose for now. Wade released his hold on the shirt so he could kiss and suck and bite his way down Peter’s chest, scraping his teeth along the sensitive skin of his ribs and relishing the way Peter tossed beneath him. His belly was warm and quivering under Wade’s lips. He didn’t spend much time there, impatient and throbbing in his pants, passing quickly through until he touched Peter’s pubic bone. Just where he wanted to find himself, mouth watering a little just at the thought of tasting the boy. He pushed the insides of Peter’s thighs with both hands, stretching them as wide as the damned jeans would allow, then sank down to mouth the soft little cock.

It had plumped up noticeably this time but only by a bit. Wade lapped at it, running his tongue wide along the sides, over the tip, hungry to taste every centimeter of skin. He could feel Peter’s cock hardening a little more with every touch and he wanted to feel it more intimately, track every little change as it happened. Wade ground his erection against Peter’s leg and abruptly took the slowly growing length of him into his mouth. Peter jerked below him, a high pitched cry escaping before he tamped it down, and Wade was already filing that little sound bite away in his spank bank.

It was easy to hold his cock in his mouth with it so soft still, but it didn’t seem like that would last for much longer. Wade suckled the length of it encouragingly, humming happily as it grew along his tongue, firming and lengthening and thickening until his mouth was full. He wanted to stay there and torment the boy with his tongue, but his own erection was so hard he was starting to ache a little, constricted by the unforgiving leather of his suit. Wade gave Peter’s cock one last good suck, bobbing his head down to let the tip rub his throat, and was glad he had because it finally pulled a moan from the boy, those slim hips jerking under his palms.

Wade popped off and sat up, wiping saliva away with the back of his hand. Peter was staring at him with big dark eyes, and Jesus fuck, his arms were still laid out above his head, tangled in the shirt just as Wade had left him.

“Fuck,” Wade panted, swinging off of Peter to begin tearing the boy’s pants the rest of the way off, fighting them inch by inch. “You’re so good. You’re such a good boy, all spread out and ready for me to defile.”

Peter’s eyelashes fluttered at the praise and his chest rose with a deep inhale, and oh, could this get any better? Wade finally freed Peter’s legs and began tearing at the fastenings of his own pants, fingers shaking with need which was not helping. He got the hardest part open but Peter was watching him from the floor, arms still above his head, mouth parted and red lips wet where he had just licked them. Wade was on the boy before he knew he was doing it, their mouths clashing together and banging Peter’s head down onto the floor in the process. Their teeth clacked and Wade tasted blood, but he wasn’t sure who was bleeding and he didn’t care.

His hands finally yanked open his own pants and he shoved them down to his thighs, stroking his aching cock with one hand. Peter was panting soft little sounds into his mouth and Wade loved them so much he couldn’t handle it, plundering the boy’s mouth to shut him up as much as to taste him. He had to scrabble in one bunched up pocket for a packet of lube he kept for, er, emergencies, but then he was ready, drawing up away from the boy to rip open the packet. Peter was flushed pink from the top of his head to his chest, eyes dazed as he watched Wade drizzle lube on his cock and pump until he was covered, slick and hot.

“I’m gonna split you in half, Petey. You better be ready.” He was pushing Peter’s legs up with both hands behind the knees as he spoke, bending him back and back until his thighs were pressed tight to his body, his pink little hole bare to the world.

He used the lube-slick hand to rub across the pucker, smearing what little was left on the skin. Peter spread his thighs wider under Wade’s hands and that was it, that was the second Wade couldn’t wait any longer. He lined his cock with Peter’s hole and pushed in with one long stroke, steady and unforgiving. He groaned, head falling back and eyes shutting as hot heat enveloped him inch by inch, so tight around him that he wanted to die there so he would never have to feel anything else again. Peter was crying out beneath him, little bursts of ah-ah-ah as he was stretched wide around Wade’s cock, forced to accept every inch until Wade was pressed flush against his ass.

Wade caught his breath after a moment and looked down at Peter. His eyes were shut tight, face scrunched with pain, and he had folded his elbows above his head until he could wind his fingers in the shirt still holding them up, pulling it taut with both hands. Wade shifted until he was leaning on one arm propped over Peter’s shoulder, the other keeping one leg held up and out. He withdrew until he had nearly pulled out and then thrust back in one smooth movement, faster than the initial entry, bottoming out with a strangled moan.

He wanted to slam himself in, screw himself into Peter’s pliant body until they were practically one being, inextricable from each other. Wade wanted to pound Peter until he was too sore for anyone else to take him again, until he was screaming and begging, writhing on Wade’s cock. He wanted and he wanted and he wanted, but… He didn’t want to break his toy. He couldn’t break his toy.

“You’re being so good for me,” he said, finding a rhythm, working Peter’s hole open around him again and again. “My good boy. You’re so pretty on my cock, taking it so good.”

Wade kept his eyes on Peter’s face as he fucked himself into his body. Peter was whimpering and gasping beneath him, little sounds that seemed to escape against his will with every thrust in. His arms were moving above his head, still in the shirt, so Wade leaned forward a little more and pinned them down again with one hand. The movement shifted them both, tilting Peter’s pelvis up and letting Wade slide just a little deeper into heaven. He couldn’t help it as his hips drew back and slammed back in, one hard thrust that had Peter shouting out a choked noise, body going rigid under him.

“Shh, it’s okay, shh.” Wade slowed his hips to a crawl, arms shaking with the effort as he gave a few short, shallow thrusts. “You’re okay, baby boy. I’ve got you.”

Peter opened his eyes, blinking blearily against wetness in his lashes as he searched out Wade’s face and hung there. He was folded over on himself so far that his own hard cock was nearly touching his sternum and the images that brought to mind sent a shiver through Wade’s spine. He wanted to see Peter come all over himself, painting his own chest with streaks of it, maybe even land some in his mouth if he came hard enough.

“You’re doing so fucking good,” Wade said, lengthening his strokes again and nearly losing his balance from the waves of pleasure that brought. “Stroke yourself, Petey. Make yourself come on my cock.”

Peter reached down between his legs, eyes on Wade as he grasped his cock and began to stroke. His stomach muscles jerked with the first pull, a pleased little moan falling from Peter’s lips. Wade leaned back a little, giving the boy more room for his hand, gaze flicking between Peter’s face, his hand on his own cock, and Wade’s cock disappearing into that tight hole.

“Faster,” Wade panted. He wasn’t going to last much longer, not with that sight under him and Peter so tight and hot around him. “C’mon, I wanna see you make a mess on yourself.”

Peter’s hand sped up, and his body was going all taut again, winding itself up further and further. Wade was hitting that spot inside Peter head on, hardly blinking as he pushed the boy closer to the edge even as he saw his own approaching just ahead. He was hot all over now, skin tingling, pleasuring building in the pit of his stomach. Peter whined, hips pressing up into his fist then down onto Wade’s cock, breaths coming so short and hard.

“Come for me,” Wade urged. He head was filling with heat and fuzz, so close he was shaking all over. “I’m gonna fill you up, I am, but I need you to come first. I want to feel you come.”

Peter bit his lip hard, hand working faster, and then his head was falling back and his body was jolting with every stroke and every thrust. He sobbed out a series of moans as he came, glistening drops of come speckling and streaking his chest and stomach, his hole clamping down tight on Wade’s cock. Wade watched, rapt, unable to look away even if he had wanted to, hardly able to breathe now as he fucked into Peter feverishly.

Peter went suddenly lax, gasping in deep breaths of air, and when he looked back at Wade, Wade’s orgasm overtook him in a rush. He came so hard that he felt every muscle pull and seize, pleasure pulsing through him so good it almost hurt. He fucked his come as deep into Peter as he could then stilled for the last few spurts. When the throbbing waves of pleasure left him, Wade nearly collapsed on Peter, catching himself with one hand at the last second and managing to roll onto his side instead, panting hard.

Peter hissed as Wade’s rapidly softening dick slipped out, easing his legs down with slow, careful movements. The joints had to hurt where Wade had been forcing them into position so long, God, what a champ. His arms were still above his head inside the shirt, and honestly Tony didn’t even deserve such an obedient, sweet little creature like Peter. Breath still not caught but feeling merciful and fond, Wade leaned up and slid the shirt free, then guided Peter’s arms slowly down and around to his sides, pausing at each little hiss and frown as his stressed rotator cuffs protested the movement.

“You poor thing,” Wade said once they were down and Peter had finally come to rest, limbs and all loosening and relaxing back to home base. He wrapped an arm around the boy’s waist and pulled until he was snug and warm all along the side of Wade’s thigh. “You all sore now, Petey?”

“Yeah,” Peter breathed out, nestling his head under Wade’s knee and sighing, so spent it didn’t look like he’d be getting up anytime soon.

Wade rubbed a hand through the cooling come on Peter’s chest, wistfully thinking about all the things he could have done with the mess if only he’d been able to hold it together a little longer. He swiped at an errant drop low on Peter’s belly, intending to rub it into Peter’s skin in some semblance of cleaning and nothing more, but Peter protested with a little whine and twitched away. His hand had come up to grip Wade’s, not pulling him away but holding with just enough pressure toward his chest to discourage him from wandering down any further.

“Shh, sweetness, I’m not gonna touch. I just wanted to clean you up a little, hm?” Peter hummed back, fingers relaxing until his hand dropped away again. He was so cute, all wrung out and defenseless on the kitchen floor. They hadn’t even made it away from the sink. “How about we head somewhere more comfortable.”

Peter groaned but Wade didn’t pay it any mind. He wasn’t going to let the boy fall asleep on the ground, not after letting Wade play with him then taking his cock so prettily. He had to be sore all over and a soft surface was just what he needed. Wade wouldn’t mind curling up somewhere a little more comfortable himself.

He stood, pulling his pants back up and fastening them shut, grimacing against the stickiness. Clean up could happen later--Peter was looking up at him mournfully and that needed to be fixed ASAP. Wade reached down and hefted the boy up into his arms, leaving his clothing strewn on the floor where he had tossed it. Let Tony find that and put the pieces together. It warmed Wade’s heart just thinking about it.

He carted Peter through the kitchen and into one of the many enormous sitting rooms Tony had kitted the place up with. Peter’s legs were doing their best to clutch around Wade’s waist, but they mostly just trembled and struggled not to slip down and dangle. Wade didn’t actually have a room and the couch in there looked pretty damn plush, so he laid himself back with Peter pressed all along his front. Yes, this was perfect, A+ location for a little post-sex cuddle.

Peter seemed to agree, not that he appeared to have the energy to want anything except somewhere to curl up and sleep off the exercise. He had slid one leg between Wade’s own and curled an arm over his chest, half on Wade and half in the little nook between Wade’s side and the back of the couch. It looked comfortable. Peter looked comfortable. Wade pressed his lips to Peter’s temple, wanting one last little bit for himself, before regretfully dragging the mask back into place over his face and tucking Peter’s head under his chin. He began a gentle stroke up and down the boy’s back and sides, enjoying the feeling of soft skin warm beneath his palm, and let himself doze.

“I’m sorry, I seem to have forgotten giving you an invite.”

Wade blinked awake, arms curling and tightening around Peter’s warm form on instinct. Tony was standing a few feet away, arms crossed over his chest and expression looking like Thor had called it down from the skies himself. He didn’t loosen his grip on the boy, tucking him further into the divot between Wade and the couch. It wouldn’t keep Tony from taking Peter if he wanted, but it would make it more difficult for him and Wade liked making things difficult for Stark. Peter clung with the leg and arm over Wade’s body, apparently also newly wakened.

“It’s okay, Stark, I’ll forgive your poor hosting skills.” Wade ran a hand up into Peter’s hair and ruffled it. “I managed to entertain myself. Your new toy is really something.”

“My new toy is not for you,” Tony said, taking the last few steps forward and knocking Wade’s hand away. “Peter, baby, you good?”

“He’s fine,” Wade said before the boy could respond. Peter had lifted his head and when Tony reached a hand out, he laid his cheek into the cradle of Tony’s palm. Peter was looking at the man with soft, sleepy adoration and Wade wanted to rip him away.

Tony’s eyes flicked down to trace over Peter’s naked body, looking him over carefully. When he had satisfied himself, he knelt down beside the couch and reached out with both arms in offer, which Peter accepted. The boy wormed his way out from Wade’s grip to wrap both arms around Tony’s neck, tucking his head under Tony’s chin just as he had been with Wade just a minute ago.

“Ouch, Petey,” Wade said, letting himself fall back into the couch as he watched Tony pulling Peter in and arranging him to carry. “I really thought we had something special.”

Tony shot him a bemused glance, finally standing with Peter curled limp and weary into his chest. “I don’t know who even told you about Peter-”

“You did,” Wade said, pulling his phone from his pocket and waggling it in the air. “Notice to all, please fuck my new boy toy as much as you want? Ring a bell?”

Tony’s mouth opened and then shut again. Wade was pretty sure this was the first time he had ever actually seen the guy at a loss for words. “You’re in that chat?”

“I’m in that chat. Anyway, very generous offer, much appreciated.” Wade stretched out along the couch and then hauled his very relaxed, very loose body to its feet. The new spring in his step was a welcome change. “A nice lunch, an amazing fuck, and a nap. Now I’m ready to go shoot someone.”

“Yeah. You do that,” Tony said, gathering Peter in tighter when Wade reached out toward his back. “Don’t touch him.”

“It’s a little late for that,” Wade said but gave up, knowing that stubborn look in Tony’s eyes. He began making his way toward the elevators behind Tony’s back. When he looked back, Peter had tilted his head up until one eye was visible above Tony’s shoulder, watching Wade leave. Wade winked and blew him a kiss. “Bye, Petey, I’ll see you soon!”

“No you won’t!” Tony shouted at him as the doors opened and Wade stepped inside the elevator. Then, as the doors were sliding shut: “Wait, did he say he had lunch?”