Chapter 16
“Baby boooyyy,” Wade whines from where he is currently laying on his boyfriend’s bed. His face smooshed into Peter’s pillow, so his voice comes out muffled and barely understandable. Peter just hums in response, not taking his eyes off his computer.
He has a paper due in science and he will get a one percent on it, so help him God. It would be easier to concentrate on said paper if his boyfriend wasn’t so distracting, though. Peter does not have to turn around to know that Wade makes quite a sight right now, with his hair a mess and looking so soft against Peter’s pillow. Peter cannot turn around to look right now because that will lead to him being distracted and Wade taking advantage of him being distracted and then that would lead to his paper never being done. So, Peter does not turn around to look at his boyfriend.
Wade lets out a huff, his full lips no doubt set in a pout. Peter hears his covers rustling. Wade must have turned over onto his back. He is so engrossed with his paper that he lets out a startled squeak when his chair is turned away from his desk and then he has a lapful of Wade Wilson. Peter is used to his boyfriend sitting on his lap. Wade is sort of the touchier one in their relationship. So, Peter is not shocked that Wade is on his lap, his long lean legs spread over Peter’s thighs.
Sighing, Peter rakes a hand trough his hair before staring up at his boyfriend. Wade grins at the look of exasperation on his face. Then, Wade is closing the gap between them. He kisses Peter softly on the mouth once before pulling away. Peter growls at him in annoyance for the small kiss. His boyfriend smiles, all smug, before bringing their mouths back together, harder this time. Wade’s big hands cup Peter’s face. Thumbs rubbing soothing circles on the skin below Peter’s eyes.
They have made out before. Bunches, if Peter is being honest about it. But, he is starting to believe the thrilling feeling of it will never go away. Peter’s unsure if it is a kissing thing or if it’s just a Wade Wilson thing. He suspects it is the second one. Wade glides his tongue over Peter’s bottom lip, asking for permission because Wade is nothing if not a polite boyfriend. Peter gives in with a groan which is quickly swallowed down by Wade’s hungry mouth. Peter has noticed that his boyfriend likes to do that, swallow all the little noises that he makes when they are kissing like this. Wade will hold his mouth open just a bit so he can just kiss the living hell out of him and swallow said sounds.
Peter is not complaining.
With a gasp, Peter pulls away from Wade and his damn near breath stealing kisses. Wade makes a displeased sound, trying to catch Peter’s lips again. Peter laughs and ducks away, shaking his head fondly as he stares up at the older boy. He places his hands just above Wade’s sweats. His fingers on the bare skin of his skin, under his tank top. Wade bites his lips and settles more comfortably on Peter’s lap. His big hands comfortably resting, cupped, against his neck. He dives in for one more quick kiss that Peter allows, before he pulls back.
“I have a paper to write, Wade,” Peter says, not removing his hands from Wade’s warm skin as he stares up into mischievous eyes. “It’s a very important paper.” He laughs when Wade tickles his fingers against the nape of his neck.
“A paper, baby boy, that isn’t due until,” he turns and squints at the calendar on Peter’s wall, “next Monday. It’s only Wednesday. Which means,” Wade grins, leaning back down to whisper against Peter’s lips, “that you have plenty of time to work on the paper later and time now to cuddle and kiss me.” He pecks Peter’s lips once before standing from his lap.
With an exaggerated stretch that lifts his tank up a teasing amount, he sighs, “but I guess if it’s that important to you I can just go home and leave you to it.”
“Get on the bed right now, Wade Wilson,” Peter demands, pointing at his bed. “Prepare to be cuddled so much. You distracted me from my paper. There will be consequences.”
Wade shivers playfully and purrs, “ohh baby, I love it when you talk dirty.” He falls onto the bed and pats the open spot. “Well, come on, then, baby boy. Don’t leave your little spoon waiting.”
Rolling his eyes, Peter stands from his desk chair and climbs onto his bed. He lays down, his knees tucked just under Wade’s and his face pressed into the bare skin of his golden shoulder. He kisses the flesh lightly, delighting in his boyfriend’s pleased hum and the action.
Wade grabs Peter’s open hand and tugs it around his waist. He melds their hands together, bringing Peter’s up to kiss at his fingers and knuckles. Peter lets out a content sigh and all put melts into the bed.
Yeah, his paper can wait.