Chapter 12
Both boys sat in silence for what seemed like endless miles. The tires running over the pavement being the only noise. It wasn’t until Wade was very nearly out of the neighborhoods and close to the city that he found aa place to pull over and park. Peter’s heart was thrumming wildly under his skin. Butterflies flew freely in his stomach, threatening to spill out of his mouth. He bit at his cheek, harshly, to keep them in.
“Sooo,” Wade chuckled, a tinge of nervousness in the sound and hands thrumming against his steering wheel in unsure rhythms. “I’m sure you’ve noticed that I’ve been, uh, pretty distant,” he said as he ruffled his hair. Peter watched the bulge of his muscle, mesmerized but gave a tiny noise of agreement. “And there is a reason for that! I just, uh. I don’t know how to tell you…” he murmured. Peter didn’t like how small and defeated his friend sounded.
Wade Wilson was not small. He did not get defeated easily.
Peter put a hand over Wade’s and gave it a little squeeze. He could have sworn he heard Wade’s breath catch over the contact. He shrugged it off. This wasn’t about his wishful thinking or his annoying feelings for Wade. Wade was his friend and he was obviously distressed over something.
“Wade,” Peter murmured softly, “What’s wrong? Is it girl trouble?” He asked, ignoring the spark of jealousy that traveled through his system from the thought of Wade with some girl. At Wade’s head shake. He guessed, with even more dread and jealousy, “…boy troubles?”
His heart dropped when Wade nodded his head in confirmation, biting at his lip when he looked over at him.
“Oh,” Peter said, taking his hand away from Wade’s. Wade made a sound of protest, but Peter ignored it. Wade didn’t need anyone else taking away from being with his crush. He certainly didn’t need someone like Peter putting on the moves. “Why haven’t you told him?” He asked, voice quiet, “About your feelings? I think he deserves to know. Whoever he is.”
“I’m afraid, Petey,” Wade whispered, “I’m afraid I’ll scare him away, you know? We’re good friends. Hell,” he laughed, “I’d say he’s my best friend. I don’t want to lose him. I don’t think I could handle it,” he ran a hand down his face with a heavy sigh. “It’s just, I can’t stop thinking about him, you know? He’s in my head constantly.” He tapped his temple and gave a sad sort of smile.
If this is what unreturned attraction felt like, Peter hoped he never liked someone again. Hearing Wade talk about his crush hurt. It hurt horribly. Peter didn’t love Wade, not like that. But I could, just not yet, his mind supplied. Peter cared for Wade deeply. Wade was one of Peter’s best friends, too. He understood where Wade was coming from. About being scared. He was ridiculously scared about his feelings for Wade. But Peter was the coward. Wade was not.
“Tell him, Wade.” Peter said, voice firm. “He deserves to know. You can’t just keep all this in.”
“What if he doesn’t feel the same, though?” Wade questioned, “What if it ruins everything?”
“Being truthful won’t ruin anything,” Peter urged, “If you grow distant trying to stop the feelings, then thing will be ruined. If he doesn’t feel the same, then he doesn’t,” he told him. “He’d be an idiot not to like you back, though.”
“Yeah?” Wade breathed out. Peter didn’t see the hopeful smile on his face. He didn’t feel Wade moving closer. “You think so?”
“Of course,” Peter murmured, not looking up from his hands.
“Peter.”
“Huh?”
“Look at me, please,” Wade pleaded.
Confused by his friend’s reaction, Peter looked up. He nearly jumped at how close their faces were. “”W-Wade?” he asked, but his eyes were trained solely on Peter’s mouth. Wade moved closer and Peter stayed rooted to the spot. “Wade, what are you doing? W-what about your crush?”
“Oh, baby boy,” Wade breathed out in a laugh. “You’d be an idiot not to like me, remember?” His breath ghosted across Peter’s lips. “Your words.”
“Me?” Peter asked stupidly, motioning to himself. “Me is your crush? Me?” Disbelief caked his voice.
“You,” Wade murmured, bringing a hand up to gently cup Peter’s cheek. “Can I kiss you? Please, baby boy? I’ve been wanting to for so long an- umph!”
Peter groaned happily as his mouth met Wade’s. His hand gripped the captain’s shirt tightly, not letting go. Wade sighed softly and melted into the kiss before breaking it. Peter whined, unhappy, and went to pull him back in. He kissed Wade enthusiastically, a little too eager. Wade didn’t seem to mind because soon enough Peter was pushed against the side of his door with Wade Wilson practically in his lap.
Wade wrenched himself back, his chest heaving. His eyes were wide as he stared down at Peter from where he was perched basically on his lap. Whining again, Peter reached to tug him back down for more kissing. But before he could Wade grabbed his hand and laid a gentle kiss on his palm before holding it tightly to his chest.
Sensing the change in the atmosphere, Peter reigned back his want. He rubbed soothing circles into the top of Wade’s thigh with his free hand. He looked up at Wade, worried.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, “Why’d you stop? Did I do something wrong?”
Wade laughed, but it sounded off.
“Wade, baby?" He would've been mortified about how the pet name just slipped out if he wasn't so scared that he had just messed up his first kiss with the beautiful boy in front of him. "What’s wrong? What did I do?” Peter asked, panicking.
Wade leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Peter’s mouth, before resting his head on Peter’s chest. “Can we just stay like this?” He asked, looking up through his lashes making Peter melt a bit from how cute he looked. “I really like kissing you. You didn’t do anything wrong, PeteyPie. I’m just feeling a little overwhelmed and I’ve been wanting to cuddle for a long time. So, can you just hold me for a bit? Please?”
And how could Peter deny Wade anything when he just acted so soft and vulnerable? He felt honored that Wade was being so soft about his needs.
Nodding and gathering the taller boy close, Peter smiled hugely, before resting his chin against Wade’s head. “Of course, baby.” This time he did blush. But telling by Wade's happy sound from the name, he knew he did t need to apologize for it.
“Like it when you call me that,” Wade admitted, voice muffled by Peter's shirt. “Again, please?”
More than pleased, Peter placed a kiss to Wade’s hair and squeezed him just a bit tighter. “Of course, baby.” He repeated.
He smiled at how Wade practically melted against him and his content little sound.
What a good talk.