twenty.
Peter emerges into the front room just minutes after Wade decided to leave him alone for the chance to collect himself. He refused to tell Wade about his nightmare for the time being. He took a breath and was hit by the smell of garlic.
"Wade, are you... cooking?"
Wade looks up from the skillet on the stove and smiles. "Yeah, I am."
Peter can't help but think Wade looks cute in his sweatshirt, but he says nothing aloud. "I was under the impression that you didn't know how to cook."
Wade looks a little sheepish. "I had to learn really quickly when I was younger. I've basically been cooking my whole life."
Peter strides over and lifts himself onto the small countertop. He pulls his knees up to his chest and rests his arms on them, eyes totally focused on Wade, whom Peter is hoping will share more of his story with him.
"My mom had cancer, she died when I was young, and my dad... Wasn't the greatest, so I was left to care for myself at an early age." Wade stirred what looked like vegetables and meat in one skillet, and noodles in the other pot. "He was always gone, and he was... Abusive, when he was home. I had to cook for him when he was home and awake to eat."
Peter wants to reach out and touch Wade's cheek, the way one lover might do to the other. He wants to wipe away the stray tear forming in Wade's eye and he wants to kiss him and remind him that everything is okay now... But he doesn't. He tucks his hands under his legs and rests his face on his knees. He doesn't want to give Wade his attention and affection, only for it to come out that Wade didn't see him as anything more than a fuck.
Peter didn't want to get his hopes up and admit that he felt anything for Wade Wilson. He didn't want to admit to the spark that he felt when they were cuddled together, or the hammering in his chest when they kissed. He didn't want to admit to his sweaty palms when Wade smiled at him. This was stupid.
He had a crush on Wade Wilson, a killer who was at least ten years older than him. It was impractical. Dating was impractical. That's what he told himself after Liz. He wasn't wrong.
Dating was impractical, especially in their line of work. They'd always be in danger, someone would always be trying to kill them. They'd always be used as leverage over each other... And Peter can die. Wade can't, but Peter can, in fact, be killed. He could be shot, or stabbed or beaten with a crowbar and blown up or get a fatal disease and it'd kill him.
Wade... Would live on without him. And that thought alone is enough to scare Peter into silence. The only sound that fills the air between them is the sizzling from the stove.
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After lunch, Wade and Peter sat on opposite ends of the couch to watch a movie on Peter's laptop. Wade honestly wanted nothing more right now than to pull Peter in close and kiss the top of his fluffy hair, but he didn't move a muscle.
Peter was only a kid, a little on the young side, and much too good for Wade. He was better than what Wade would ever be holy enough to deserve. Wade didn't deserve the privilege of touching Peter, of being near him. But goddamn he wished he was.
Peter had such soft skin, and Wade already missed holding him. He missed kissing him and brushing his lips along the line of Peter's bones.
Wade thought back to just this morning when he had Peter's skin beneath his hands and suddenly he wishes he'd taken more time to actually worship Peter the way that he deserved. As far as first times go, Wade couldn't say it went poorly. Then again, it wasn't about what he thought of it and he knew it. It was about Peter, and what he thought and how he felt, and judging by the way he's sitting—so far away from Wade—he regrets it.
Wade's been around long enough that he knows what this kind of body language means. Except. Peter keeps looking this way, and he wouldn't do that if he wasn't still interested in Wade still. So what was it? What goes on inside of Peter Parker's head?
Is he secretly thinking about how awful of a person Wade was? Is he thinking about how awful the sex was and how he wished he'd never done it and how he's going to decide he's asexual?
In the next second, Wade decided that he didn't give a fuck what the kid was thinking about. Being with Peter was such an awful fucking idea. The kid was fragile. And Wade was dangerous, always in danger. The people that Wade fucked around with could destroy Peter in an instant, and most of them would never even hesitate.
They wouldn't care that Peter was just a teenager, they'd kill him. They'd tear him up and beat him down and none of them would even think twice about doing so. They'd plow down anyone in their way, and unlike wade could, Peter couldn't come back from something like that so easily.
But again, Wade tends not to give a shit about anyone that isn't himself sometimes, and so the next time that he catches Peter looking, he doesn't hesitate in lunging across the couch and smashing his lips onto Peter's.
Peter didn't hesitate to kiss back this time, cupping Wade's cheeks as he crawled into his lap.
Maybe Peter wanted Wade too, but nobody else needed to know that.
Wade dug his thumbs into the soft skin of Peter's hips and the younger boy squirmed on his lap and it made their hips grind together. The action pulled a moan from the boy's lips and a smirk from Wade's.
Wade lifts his hips to grind against Peter and Peter responds by pulling his shirt off and tossing it across the back of the couch. Wade had to admit that the kid was fucking gorgeous. He was so sexy and he didn't have any goddamn clue what he could do.
When Peter leaned back to look down at Wade, he looked downright sinful. His hip bones protruded out and Wade could see right up the slope of Peter's smooth skin. He could see the silvery lines crossing Peter's torso and he could see the silvery burns across his collarbone and hip.
Peter smirked a little bit before sliding down onto the floor in between Wade's legs. Peter looked up through his lashes as he grabbed ever so gently onto Wade's thigh. His hand was dangerously close to a place that could no longer be classified as thigh anymore.
Peter slid his other hand up underneath Wade's shirt, fingers brushing over his chest. With a smirk, he dragged his blunt nails down Wade's skin, finally stopping at the elastic of Wade's sweats.
Peter's voice is sweet like honey as he presses his cheek to Wade's thigh. "Can I blow you, Wade?"
And goddamn, if Peter doesn't make Wade's dick jump just by asking. Wade asks if he knows how and Peter just laughs. "I said I'd never had sex before, but I never said I'd never given a blow-job."
Wade's cheeks flushed as his dick strained against his sweats. Peter didn't move, waiting for absolute consent. The moment Wade nodded, it was like a free-for-all.
Peter pulled Wade's sweats down far enough to reveal his cock and his eyes darkened with lust.
Wade thought Peter looked like a goddamn sin. His eyes were wide and he had spit on his pink lips. And when he pressed those lips to Wade's hardened length, all bets were off. Wade's fingers went right into Peter's hair, and the slightest tug got the biggest reaction out of Peter. It was simple, but it meant so much. Peter let Wade pull his head back.
He didn't fuss, didn't hesitate, didn't fight back. He let Wade pull his head back and he looked blissed the fuck out. His eyes were hooded and his lips parted like there was nothing more on this Earth that Peter Parker loved more than being dominated.
"Look at you, Petey... My pretty boy.." And Wade got a moan out of Peter on that one, which led Wade to believe that the only thing Peter Parker liked more than being dominated, was being complimented.
And then Wade realized, there was nothing he liked more than complimenting him...
Peter drug his tongue up the side of Wade's dick. "Yes Wade, all yours."
Except that. Wade loved nothing more than hearing Peter declare himself as belonging to Wade. "Yeah? All mine?" He tugged on Peter's hair again and the younger boy removed himself from where he was sucking on the head of Wade's cock.
"Yes Wade, I'm all yours... Make me yours, Wade, please." Peter was nothing short of begging, and with the lustful look in his eye, Wade just couldn't say no.