Chapter 22
Tony entered his lab and looked over at the, no empty, space the Iron Spider suit had once occupied. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't utterly surprised by the fact he was able to get Peter to take the suit. He ran his fingers on the spot, a small smile on his face.
Peter had taken the suit!
He had no idea if Peter would use the suit, but the simple fact he took it meant a lot to Tony.
"FRI, pull up the schematics on the Iron Spider."
"Yes Boss."
Tony stood as various hologram screens popped up, each with a different layout for the suit. Finger flew over the screens as Tony worked with the code.
"May I ask why you are messing with the tracking coding on the suit?" FRIDAY questioned.
"Because I promised the kid no strings. I'm altering the suit so that the tracker will only activate if Peter's vitals reach dangerous levels. I want to give him freedom, but the whole point of the suit is to provide more safety. FRI, link with Karen and update the codes as soon as Peter activates the suit.”
“And if Peter does not?”
“Then no reason to have it changed.” Tony frowned, not wanting to consider that Peter may never put the suit on.
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Harley Keener.
Tony sighed and sat down in his chair, still looking at the Iron Spider schematics.
He liked the kid. He liked him a lot actually. He was smart and listened well. Honestly, he listened way better than Peter had. Whatever Tony told him, Harley soaked it up. By all accounts, Tony should have given up on Peter and focused solely on Harley. As Pepper had told him, Harley was there and Peter was not.
Peter didn't want to be there.
Still, there was just something about Peter that he couldn't pull away from. The kid had turned in to an amazing hero. While The Daily Bugel trashed him, the general opinion of him was positive. Any time Spider-Man appeared on the TV, Tony's anxiety and pride soared. While he knew Peter had been out being Spider-Man before he found him, he had always felt responsible for Peter thinking he could handle more than he had been. He had taken Peter to Germany to fight the rogues for crying out loud! How had he ever thought the kid would go back to small time crime strictly. Still, he did his best to keep Peter low, and Peter blatantly ignored him.
The event at the ferry had been a disaster. Peter had overestimated himself by far. That alone should have made him stop and think, but it hadn't. Peter had jumped right back in to danger. He had jumped in so far he almost got himself killed. Yes, he had stopped Toomes, but it had still been a stupid thing to do. A stupid thing that could have been avoided and fixed.
The Avengers needed Peter, and Peter needed them.
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Matt frowned as Jessica paced, going over what she and Felicia had seen.
"So, we keep Pete away from the docks." Jessica finished. "He can't be there given the current circumstances. If Norman is that........adamant about getting him, we can't him busting into a possible trap."
"I gotta say," Felicia huphed. "I've already given my spider to Wade. Norman is pushing his luck on keeping his balls."
Matt winced as he could feel Felicia was flexing her hands. He knew the damage those claws on her gloves could do, they shouldn't be taken lightly.
"I can honestly say that shouldn't be hard. Pete's got a lot on his plate right now with Tony and the Avengers. He's also having to scour Oscorp and keep and eye on May, Harry and MJ."
"Think I could convince Peter to get me into the tower? I'd love to have a little chat with Stark." Felicia grinned.
"You and everyone else." Jessica shot. "Don't get greedy thinking you'll get to him first."
"I've had several chats." Matt grinned.
"Shut up." The girls growled.
"Alright," Matt started, standing from his chair. "No one mentions the docks, we keep Peter away from investigating on his own, and we keep an eye out for Norman on our own time. We have a lower profile than the Avengers so we'll most likely find him first."
"And who ever he's working for." Jessica said, taking a swig from the bottle on her desk.
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"I demand you get that fine ass back in bed." Wade frowned, watching Peter hunt for all of his suit.
"I can't. I haven't left any clothes here and we have a job to do."
Wade perked up at Peter's offhanded comment.
"You're planning to leave clothes here?"
Peter froze, bent over and not even thinking about his naked ass facing Wade.
"Um....I might as well." he said, slowly standing up straight.
He turned to see Wade smiling happily as he threw himself out of bed and scooped Peter up into a hug. He pressed his lips to Peter's pouring all his happy feelings into the kiss. When they parted, he rested his forehead against Peter's.
"Nothing would make me happier Baby Boy."
Peter smiled softly, enjoying the moment a little longer before pulling back.
"Take your happy ass to the bathroom and get ready for the day." He smirked. "I gotta go back to May's, change, and have my life threatened if I don't have a sit down with her tonight."
"How you going to explain tall, dark and muscled moving in?"
Peter groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I'll let you know whenever I figure it out."
Wade chuckled and slapped Peter's ass hard. Peter yelped in surprise, the sting oddly arousing.
"You better get a move on Petey-Pie. I haven't met May yet, so I refuse to be associated with keeping you from her threats on your life."
"Wow." Peter deadpanned. "You're the best boyfriend ever."
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Peter took a breath as he slipped into his bedroom, thankful his door was closed. He wasn't sure he was quite ready for May. He looked at the clock and sighed in relief. He had plenty of time to shower before he had to leave for work. Grabbing his clothes, he turned to leave the room only to violently fling himself on to the ceiling as May forcefully kicked his door open.
"How cute that you thought you were going to sneak in here and be able to sneak out."
Peter swallowed thickly, dropping down to the floor.
"I-I wasn't going to sneak out May, I promise!"
"You damn right you weren't going to." She glared. "You get in that shower and join me in the kitchen. Make it quick young man."
Peter watched his aunt storm out his room and hauled ass to the bathroom. He never took a faster shower in his life.
**
May side-eyed him as he stumbled into the kitchen. She turned back to her cooking, leaving Peter to flounder.
"Sit." she ordered.
Peter rushed to a chair at the table and waited in silence as May loaded two plates and joined him.
"Talk."
"What do you-"
"Think carefully before you finish that question."
Peter chuckled nervously as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Yeah, I guess I owe you more of an explanation than what I gave you over the phone."
May waited, silent and imposing despite her smaller stature.
"I joined the Avengers to get extra help tracking down Norman Osborn and protecting you, Harry and MJ because Norman knows who I am behind the mask."
May just stared, no hint of a response.
"Well then." she finally responded. "That's something."
She took a bite of her pancake. Peter waited quietly.
"Those pancakes won't eat themselves, Peter."
"I'm kind of terrified to eat."
"You should be terrified it you don't." May retorted.
Peter nodded and cut into his own pancake. They ate in silence a few minutes before May finally spoke.
"So, this isn't you just going back to Stark to start up a friendship?"
Peter paused, pancake halfway to his mouth.
"That's what you're thinking about?"
"I feel confident you and your band of heroes can handle Osborn, Peter." May scoffed. "You did it once, you can do it again. If you want me to be terrified, you need to specify that. No, Stark is the only concern I have."
"No, May." Peter smiled. "That's not my plan. However, I do think you should be at least alittle concerned about Norman. He didn't know who I was last time."
May studied him a moment before her face softened into a strange expression. Peter gave her a questioning look but she just shook her head.
"So, who's on May Parker duty?" she grinned.
"I'm gonna bring them over tonight so we can talk everything out. They'll be watching over you today, but you won't see them."
"Alright." May nodded. "I'll make sure to plan to cook enough for three-"
"Maybe four?" Peter suggested. "Matt might be coming."
"Ok. I'll think of something."
"Thanks May." Peter smiled, standing up and kissing the top of her head. "I gotta go. Spider-Man's gonna do some snooping today."
"Be careful Peter." May frowned. "I really do have confidence in you, but I know you can get hurt. Watch yourself, honey."
"Love you, May."
"Love you too, Peter."
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"Am I the only one that thinks it's odd that, not only is it all the missing Oscorp stuff still here, but that it's also unguarded?" Felicia asked, hands on her hips as the looked out at the boxes.
Jessica frowned. The two had scoured the outside of the building as well as the rafters for any type of surveillance systems, but they couldn't find anything.
"Maybe we should have a look see." Felicia grinned, moving to one of the boxes.
"No!" Jessica hissed. "We can't disturb anything. The whole thing is to odd, and I don't want to blow a potential opportunity for more information. They're either super confident, or this stuff is here from an entirely different reason."
"So, more stakeouts?" Felicia groaned. "You're killing me. Stakeouts are so boring. I'm an action type of girl."
"I'm not happy about it either, but this is just to weird. I'm uncomfortable just being here." Jessica said, scanning the area once more. "I think we should bail. We need to be here when there's activity."
"Now that sounds like it could be fun." Felicia grinned. "Maybe a little inside surveillance?"
"I don't think we can afford not to anymore."
"It's a date, Jones."
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Peter walked slowly through Oscorp's underground parking garage. There was no place that could go unsearched since Norman's surprise visit. His eyes scanned every inch for anything out of place. The garage was currently deserted, which made his search a whole lot easier, but also filled with anxiety. It wasn't lost on Peter than Norman could show up again at any time.
He sighed in relief as he neared the elevator. Nothing had seemed suspicious, and he wouldn't deny how happy that made him. The parking garage was creepy even when there wasn't a mad man potentially lurking about. Moving to hit the elevator call button, Peter gasped as a hand covered his mouth and strong arms snatched him into the dark side of the elevator.
Peter felt his back hit the wall and lifted his arms to strike when a familiar voice reached his ears.
"You need to be more aware Baby Boy." Wade purred in his ear. "I caught you mighty easy. Got you all alone in this dark corner. No one would see you if they came in. I could do.....anything to you right now and no one would know."
Peter stifled a groan behind Wade's hand and the merc pressed against him.
"So tempting Petey-Pie. I could take you right here against the wall before you went up." Wade smirked, sliding his free hand down to grope Peter's ass.
Peter knew he should not be as aroused as he was given the current circumstances.
Wade removed his hand from Peter's mouth and leaned in for a kiss. Peter wound his arms around his boyfriend's, yes boyfriend's, neck. Wade's hands roamed freely over Peter's body before untucking his button up and sliding his hand up to touch warm flesh.
"The things I want to do to you right now." Wade moaned.
"The things I'd let you do to me right now." Peter gave a breathy grunt. "You're wearing to much."
"I'm on the job sweetheart. The outfit is required."
"It's really access limiting."
"It only looks that way."
"Hu?" Peter asked before squeaking as Wade spun him around and pressed him against the wall. Before he could think, his pants hit his knees and cool air brushed across his ass and crotch.
“I thought you were ‘on the job’?” Peter gasped as a slick finger slid between his cheeks and rubbed around his hole. “Also, really? Travel lube?”
“Always ready for you Baby Boy.” Wade purred.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this Wade.” Peter’s breath hitched as a single finger slid inside him. “Norman could be anywhere.”
“And I’ll show him just who it is you belong to.” Wade growled, pushing another finger in.
“Tha-that’s not what I m-meant!” Peter panted as a third finger entered and Wade started to pump them in and out.
Peter felt his body heat up and Wade pumped his fingers harshly. His hands stuck to the wall as Wade gave a few more pumps before pulling out. There was no time wasted before Peter felt Wade begin to push inside him. He moaned at the pressure before Wade clamped his hand back over his mouth.
“As much as I enjoy verbal confirmation of my skills Petey-Pie, I’m gonna need you to be a good boy and be quiet. I’m not really feeling like putting on a show for anyone.” Wade whispered into his ear as his pushed the rest of the way in. “You feel so good Baby Boy. When this is all over, I’m gonna take you on a nice, long vacation.”
Peter shuddered as Wade ran his lips along his neck. The thrusts were short at first, slow and steady before picking up speed. Coherent thought left Peter’s mind as Wade’s free hand grabbed his dick and started to pump. The two were to caught up in pleasure to hear the sound of a car shutting off and a door closing.
Wade’s thrusts sped up and Peter felt his own release building. So close. So close. So-
The ringing of a phone coming toward the elevator froze them both. Wade’s hand clamped a little tighter over Peter’s mouth, hopefully further quieting the sounds of his heavy breathing.
“Hello? Yes Tony, I’m here now.”
Peter’s eyes widened as the voice of Harley Keener echoed around the elevator. What was he doing here? He didn’t get to think on it much as Wade started back up, his pace more vigorous than before. His slick hand stroked Peter faster, giving a little squeeze. Peter could feel the drool start to slip out his mouth.
God he wished Harley would just get in the elevator and go. He didn’t care where he went, just anywhere but there! There was no way Peter was going to be able to come quietly, not with how hard and fast Wade was pounding in to him.
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Peter struggled to listen for the sound of them shutting as his release was right at the edge. Just a little longer...
Peter came with a loud, but somewhat muffled, moan as soon as the doors shut. The hand over his mouth didn’t do much to hide the sound of Peter’s intense pleasure. One thrust more and he could feel the warmth of Wade finishing inside him.
The two stayed locked together, panting and trying to calm down. Slowly, Wade slid out of Peter’s hole, lamenting the fact he had not thought to bring a plug with him.
“Oh God.” Peter breathed. “Nothing about that was appropriate.”
Wade chuckled, pulling out some wipes from his belt and quickly cleaning up the mess between Peter’s ass and thighs.
“Thank God I didn’t get anything on my pants.” Peter puffed out a laugh. “That would have been embarrassing for someone to see.”
“Oh yeah,” Wade smirked, pulling Peter’s pants up. “Seeing your ass being pounded in to against a wall would be much easier to explain.”
Peter shook his head with a smile and tucked his shirt in.
“Now I have to go in there and hope no one can tell I just had amazing sex in the parking garage.”
“Amazing hu? Maybe we should have a repeat later then.” Wade grinned, wiggling his eyebrows under his mask.
“Go do your job, Wade.” Peter tossed over his shoulder as he hit the call button for the elevator. “I have one of my own to get to.”
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Peter fidgeted, trying to make sure everything was where it should be and that it didn't look like he had just had sex at work. Catching sight of his reflection in the elevator door, he sighed in relief. Everything looked straight and as for his hair, well, it was always a tad bit disheveled. He could pull this off no problem.
Stepping out of the elevator, he made his way to Harry's office. The two had to go over the protection plan and covering for Peter should he need more time snooping Oscorp's floors.
Peter walked in to Harry's office, smoothing out his shirt and oblivious.
"Alright Har, we gotta tal-" Peter froze.
Once again, sitting across from Harry, was Harley Keener. It was like DeJa'Vu. He had completely forgotten Harley had been in the parking garage and had taken-the parking garage!
Peter felt his cheeks heat slightly. Harley had been mere feet away from seeing Peter in an extremely vulnerable position. Wouldn't that have been a story to take back to Tony!
"Hey Pete, you alright?" Harry frowned, concern on his face.
"Y-yeah, I'm good." Peter collected himself. "Just wanted to check in."
"I'm here to help you Peter!" Harley jumped up. "Spider-Man came to the tower last night. He told us what was going on and that he was going to be using you to get around the building."
"Spider-Man isn't 'using' me, Harley." Peter grinned. "I don't think he could if he wanted to. I kind of just go alone with whatever he wants."
Harry snorted.
Harley studied him a moment before continuing.
"Well, we just felt it might be better if you had someone, who wasn't the main target, with you. We can say you're showing me around."
Peter glanced over at Harry who held his hands up in defense.
"I appreciate it Harley, I do, but I'm safe with Spider-Man. Trust me, he's not going to let anything happen to me."
Harley gave a tight look.
"I really must insist Peter. Spider-Man came to us for help. I'm here to help. It was his idea."
"I'm pretty sure he wanted you to watch over Aunt May, Harry and MJ."
"And you. He said he was going to watch over you during the day, but I think he should stay away from you and do what he can alone. Again, he's the main target so it's not safe to be around him. He shouldn't be watching any of you."
Peter felt himself becoming angry. He didn't have time to entertain Harley's need to be a hero.
"Really Harley, I appreciate it, but I"m fine with just Spider-Man."
Harley felt his temper flare. He refused to take anything out on Peter, but that didn't mean he had to hold back on Spider-Man later. He was obviously using Peter, in more ways than one from hw adamantly Peter did not want him to accompany them.
"I'm already here." Harley started, taking a different approach. "Just let me work with you today, and Spider-Man can help you tomorrow."
Peter sighed. It was obvious Harley wasn't going to back down. Why was he pushing this so hard?
"Alright. Let me contact Spider-Man and let him know he can work any other leads today." Peter said, pulling out his phone and pretending to text himself.
Harley stared at the phone with a hard expression. So Peter had Spider-Man's number. Well, by the end of the day, he would have Harley's as well.
"Ok. Harry," Peter looked at his amused friend. "We'll talk before we leave today."
"You got it Pete." Harry's grinned widened. "Now go get busy escorting our business partner around."
Peter rolled his eyes and motioned for Harley to follow him. The two made thier way to the elevator, Peter desperatley trying not to think about his little encouter with Wade earlier.
"I didn't mean to surprise you." Harley started. "It's just that it really is a big risk for you to be alone with Spider-Man."
"Why? He's more than capable of protecting me." Peter replied, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, but it also increases the chances of Norman attacking you. Right now, Spider-Man is target number one."
Peter didn't reply, and Harley decided to take that as him considering Harley's words as truth.
"Ok," Peter said, turning fully to Harley. "When we stop, we're gonna be on the floor of Norman's lab. We know for a fact he was able to get in here, so we have to be careful as we search for where he got in from. We can't afford to miss anything."
Harley nodded, tracing the line of Peter's strong jaw. Jesus, he needed to get his act together. He had to prove to Peter he was better than Spider-Man.
The two exited the elevator, and Peter led him to the glass doors of Norman's lab. He stopped before opening them and looked around. It hadn't occured to him until just now that Norman hadn't actually been in the lab when he ambused him. He had been in the doorway. Narrowing his eyes, he looked around.
"Before we go in, I think we should look around outside the lab. Check every spot out here first."
Harley turned his head and started moving around the room in the opposite dirction. The two searched in silence before Harley broke it.
"He's sleeping with Deadpool you know."
"Who?" Peter asked, whippig his head around.
"Spider-Man. He's sleeping with Deadpool. I just think you should know."
Peter felt his face heat up. Yes, Spider-Man was sleeping with Deadpool and no one knew it better than Peter Parker.
"I know." Peter turned from Harley with a hidden smirk.
"It doesn't bother you?"
"Why would it?"
"Because-"
He's sleeping with you too. Harley thought.
"You just seem to be on good terms with him and he's sleeping with a known murderer."
Peter paused, turning to Harley with a hard expression.
"Deadpool has made an active effort to change. Most of what he does now is infultration and recovery. Yes, he does occasionally slip back and take a hit job, but he's really working on changing."
"For Spider-Man?"
"No, for the man behind the mask." Peter smiled softly.
Harley didn't reply.
"I don't know what you have against Spider-Man, Harley, but he's not the villian you think he is."
"I don't think he's a villain!" Harley responded quickly. He didn't want to offend Peter. "I haven't really spent enough time with him to say that. I just haven't had the best impression of him when I have seen him. Also, I don't like that he's willing to put you in danger. He knows the risks, and he didn't hesitate to be around you."
"It's nice that you're concerned Harley," Peter said, surprised that he honestly meant it. "But I really would have been fine with him."
Harley didn't say anything, distracting himself by looking around. He had almost met back up with Peter when a strand seam in the wall caught his eye. It would have easily been missed if someone wasn't actively looking for anything out of place.
"Peter?"
"Yeah?"
"I think I found something."
Peter made his way toward him as Harley ran a finger along the seam. Peter frowned at it, then looked around.
"If thats an entrance, it can't just open from one side. There has to be a lever, or button somewhere. Start pressing shit. There's no gaurentee the way to open is it actually near it."
Harley chuckled, causing Peter to look at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh come on. Don't tell me this isnt slightly Scooby-Dooish to you."
Peter grinned.
"Well then, let'd be meddling kids. Get to looking Keener."
The two pressed and pulled on anything that look suspicious, but had no results.
"Maybe it does only open from one side." Harley frowned.
Peter took one more look around before his eyes widened. Norman had disappear inside the lab, not out of it.
"Let's check in the lab. Maybe there's an exit in there."
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Wade fumed from his vantage point where he could see into Harry Osborn's office. He had seen Peter and the brat leave together and hadn't seen any sight of them sense. He fought every urge he had to sneak inside and find his Petey-Pie. No doubt mini Stark was trying to put the moves on him.
Pulling out his phone, he shot a quick text to Peter asking if he was ok. A few seconds later his phone dinged with a response letting him know he was fine and that he was down in Norman's lab.
Wade noticed he didn't mention his company.
Another ding.
'I'm currently entertaining Iron Lad who insisted on playing protector. We think we found how Norman got in, now we're looking for how he got out.'
Wade sighed in relief. Peter wasn't hiding that he wasn't alone. Still didn't mean he had to like it.
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Harley noticed Peter texting someone, briefly wondering if it was Spider-Man.
No. No. He wasn't going to worry about that right now. Peter needed him to help find where Osborn had exited the lab.
Peter made his way over to where he had last been able to make Norman out before the fog completely enveloped the room. He had to have left somewhere around there. Peter stood, staring hard around the area when a slight draft hit his skin. It was so soft, he only noticed his due to his heightened senses. He used his hand to search around the wall, letting the coolness guide him.
"I think I found it."
Harley walked over, seeing Peter holding up a hand high up the wall.
"I don't see anything."
"It's not the wall, it's the ceiling. I can feel a draft coming down."
The two looked up where the ceiling met the wall. Staring hard, they could make out the slightest hint of a lines on the smooth surface.
"Damn." Harley whistled. "If you didn't know to be looking for the slightest thing, you'd never see that."
"Yeah, but that's Norman." Peter frowned, looking around him. There was no way Norman had moved around the lab to open his passage. The button had to be right around it.
The smallest brush of sound was heard as Harley lifted his hand from where he had leaned against a workbench. Under his hand was, amazingly, what looked like a water stain from a glass. Peter look at carefully.
"It's a sensor." He gasped.
"Wow. He really went all out."
"Well, at least we know how he got in and out." Peter scratched his cheek absentmindedly. "Give me a boost."
"What?" Harley looke at him wide-eyed. "You can't be serious!"
"I am. I need to know what's up there."
"Obviously a tunnel of some kind. I'm not lifting you up there." Harley stated, crossing his arms.
"Then I'll just drag something over. I'm getting up there whether you help me or not." Peter said, looking around the room.
Harley sighed and linked his hands together.
"Come on Peter. Just be careful. If you see anything strange, you drop back down immediately."
Peter nodded, wanting so bad to roll his eyes but refrained. He put his foot in Harley's hand and Harley pushed up. Peter grabbed the opening and pulled up till her could see inside.
"Well, it is just a tunnel. I think I should follow it." He tossed down to Harley.
"Absolutely not!" Harley yelled, unlinking his hands and catching Peter in his arms as he fell. "You will stay out of there and let Spider-Man handle it." Harley said, willing to risk the webslinger over Peter.
"I'm sure it's fine." Peter said, wiggling to get down.
Harley squeezed him a little closer.
"I'm not letting you down till you agree you're not going to try going up there again."
"Yes, mother." Peter rolled his eyes.
Harley waited, debating on Peter's sincerity. Peter squirmed more and Harley finally put him down. Whether Peter meant it or not, he couldn't keep holding him. Well, he could, but it wouldn't do him any favors.
Running his hand back over the sensor and closing the hatch, Peter turned to him.
"Alright, we got what we came for, let's get out of here."
Harley nodded and followed the man out.
"So now what?" he asked, wanting to break up the silence.
"I tell Spider-Man and help him get to the lab."
Harley didn't say anything else, afraid he might have pushed to hard by dropping Peter out the ceiling.
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Wade breathed a sigh of relief as Peter reentered Harry's office. He didn't care for the fact mini Stark followed him in, but he was glad he could see his Baby Boy again.
He studied Peter's face as he talked Harry and Harley.
Gah. Even the kid's name was stupid. Stupid like his hair. His hair needed to shut it's whore mouth.
He turned his gaze back to Peter's perfect pink lips. They hadn't done anything past regular sex, not that Wade was complaining since he could spend all day every day buried in Peter's tight ass, but he'd love to see those pretty pink lips stretched around his cock.
He adjusted himself. Maybe he could catch his little spider in the garage again after work.
Since Peter and Stupid Hair had spent most of the day in the lower levels, it wasn't long he left and Peter and Harry were alone. He knew Peter was going over things with Osborn, so he waited patiently until the two stood to leave and made his way back to the parking garage.
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"Alright Pete," Harry said, exiting the elevator. "I'll let MJ know what's up. Good luck with May tonight." he smirked.
"Wow. Thanks Har." Peter rolled his eyes.
Harry chuckled and pulled Peter in for a hug.
"You, MJ and May are all I have left of family. I can't lose any of you, Pete. Be careful."
Squeezing a little, Peter smiled.
"I always am."
He watched as Harry got in his car and drove off, leaving Peter alone. A hand covered his mouth and pushed him against a wall.
"I can't believe that brat had all day with you." Wade growled in his ear. "I'm gonna wreck this perky little ass right here."
"We're-We're out in the open!" Peter gasped as Wade ripped his pants down and made quick work of getting his fingers inside him.
"That makes it all the more exciting Petey-Pie. Anyone could show up and see you begging for my cock. I don’t plan on covering that pretty little mouth this time.”
Peter shuddered as Wade pushes his fingers in deeper, hitting his prostate just right.
There were a few more pumps before fingers left him and Wade pushed into him fully. Peter moaned, throwing his head back and gasping.
“Come on Baby Boy, let me hear you.” Wade grinned, pumping into him hard and fast.
“Wade!” Peter screamed. “There! Yes! Fuck! Faster!”
“I am to please baby.” Wade groaned, picking up his pace and reaching around to stroke Peter into completion.
Peter came with a loud cry as Wade slammed into him, filling him with his release.
The two stayed there, in full view of anyone that might enter the garage.
Wade lifted his hand, slapping it hard against Peter’s ass and making him jerk.
“Not yet Baby Boy.” Wade smiled, pulling Peter back on him. “Not yet or I go again and every second we go increases the chance of someone seeing us.”
Peter’s face lit up as he hid it against the wall. Wade thrust in to him a few more times before slipping out. He quickly slid Peter’s pants back up his legs, completely satisfied as they darkened around where his cum was leaking out of Peter’s abused hole and where he had finished on himself.
“Really?” Peter frowned. “It feels gross and I have to go home like this.”
“Don’t worry sweets,” Wade smirked, lifting Peter’s chin to look him in the eye. “Daddy Pool’s got that sweet little ass covered.”