forty-five.
Peter felt at home in Wade's arms. And Wade, well, despite the sins that were about to ensue, felt blessed. He had this young boy in his arms and the boy wasn't even fazed by his humor or his skin.
So unfazed that as of right now as they were making out, Peter was grinding his thin little hips down against Wade's. Wade had an arm wrapped around Peter, and the other hand on the boy's ass, rubbing and squeezing it as he pleased. Wade would be lying if he said the sounds Peter were making didn't make him want to have Peter right here on his new bed because they did. Peter himself didn't seem to opposed based on the way he was trying to get Wade out of his sweater.
Wade sat up, taking Peter with him before obliging to Peter's wishes and taking his red sweater off. Peter could see the remnants of what once could have been considered a tattoo of sorts, but now the skin was nothing more than burns and dark discoloration. Peter figured it had to have been from a time before Wade's mutation because Wade's healing factor probably wouldn't allow him to have tattoos now.
Absently Peter wondered if he'd be able to get tattoos with his healing powers, but as Wade started trying to get Peter out of his sweater, he decided that he didn't care about that right now. All he cared about in this second was having sex with Wade, and maybe that was bad, but if being good meant not feeling good then Peter would rather be bad.
Wade could feel Peter's arousal through his thin sweatpants and decided to take advantage of it by flipping them over and pinning Peter to the bed. He kissed down Peter's chest, slowly, teasingly. Peter wasn't in the mood to be teased like this, and he flipped Wade back over. Wade's eyes were wide and full of lust as Peter started working on getting wade out of his jeans.
Wade, who was not opposed to this side of Peter taking control, lifted his hips so Peter could pull his jeans off. Though any one of Peter's 'parents' could walk in at any moment, Wade knew that Peter absolutely loved the risk of being caught. If any of them thought something was gonna happen, they didn't seem too concerned. Wade hooked his fingers in the waistband of Peter's sweats and the two of them made quick work of getting them off.
Peter then pounced on Wade once more, kissing him hungrily as Wade wrapped both arms around Peter to trap the younger boy against his chest. He dug his nails into Peter's back as the boy tried desperately grinding against him.
"Wade, please... I miss you." He begged quietly into the merc's ear.
"I know baby, I miss you too, but we gotta be safe now, don't we?"
Peter's mind blanked for a moment at what the hell Wade was talking about, but then he remembered and nodded. Wade said that he thought that's what Peter would say and directed the boy to fish the protection out from inside the pocket of his jeans. Soon as he let the boy go, he bounded over to the jeans and searched through Wade's pockets, only returning to the bed when he found what he wanted.
Wade was admiring the boy's body and internally questioning the legality of this. Peter, being 16 now, was close to the legal age here, but with the boy crawling onto the bed, Wade decided that he'd think about that later when Peter wasn't impatiently begging in the way that he was. Peter knew enough from health class to be able to put the condom on for Wade, his thin fingers making quick work of it.
Wade pulled Peter towards him until Peter was straddling him. Peter dug his nails into Wade's chest as he worked himself down on Wade's length. Wade held onto Peter's hips before wrapping his arms around his back and holding the boy down to his chest. Peter gripped onto Wade's shoulders as Wade took control of the situation.
Wade loved the noises that Peter was making, even though he was barely doing anything. He was moving his hips rather slowly, teasing the boy a little for the time being. Peter was begging into Wade's ear for him to please stop teasing him. Wade obliged and sped up his hips, easily pulling rougher moans from Peter's lips.
Wade glanced to the mistletoe above them and had to stifle a laugh at the irony.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Tony Stark seemed to be losing his mind for the 100th time as he paced the 5th floor balcony. A worried Bruce watched on as Tony procrastinated going back into the apartment.
"Tony..." Bruce started gently, trying to gauge Tony's emotional state.
"No!" Tony suddenly stopped pacing and turned on his heel to face his new beau. "Don't you even start. You knew that Steve was gonna propose and you didn't tell me?"
"Tony, you left them, I didn't think it was going to be a big deal if he proposed or not.." Bruce was starting to feel like maybe Tony didn't feel the way he said he felt about him. He thought that maybe Tony was using him as some desperate ploy for Steve's attention, and maybe he was, but he would never tell Bruce either way.
Bruce took a step back as Tony went on.
"I can't believe you wouldn't tell me about something like that if you knew! I can't believe you'd keep something like that from me, especially if you knew how I felt!"
"That's just the thing, Tony," Bruce said in his regular quiet tone. "I have no idea how you feel. Ever. You don't talk about your feelings, you don't know how to express yourself. You don't talk enough for me to even have any idea how you feel about anything at all... So if you still have feelings for Steve, or you're just using me to get back at him for something, just tell me, will you? Cause I'm really tired of questioning where I stand."
Tony let out an exasperated sigh, "Do we really have to do this now?"
"If not now, then when, Tony? Because I truly am getting tired of not knowing what this is. I'm tired, Tony." Bruce rubbed his forehead with the sleeve of his sweater. "I don't even know why you keep me around sometimes. Is it really because you feel something for me, or am I charity case to you? A-A tool to make Steve want you back?"
"No! I can't believe that you can still be this stupid, even with all of the Ph.D.'s you have."
Bruce scoffed, "So you think I'm stupid?"
Tony rolled his eyes and sighed loudly, running his fingers through his hair. "No baby, I don't think you're stupid, I'm sorry. I'm just stressed."
"You're always stressed. You're going to have to figure out how to deal with it."
With that, Bruce turned and walked back into the apartment without sparing so much as a glance back in Tony's direction. Sure, Tony will admit, not out loud or to anyone else, hell, barely even to himself that yes. The real reason he started hooking up with Bruce in the first place was to get Steve's attention back. He thought if they were caught sleeping together then Steve would have no choice but to pay some attention to him... But then Nat caught them in the most ridiculous way. With Tony laying like a pretentious asshole across their bed and Bruce, knelt down between his legs blowing him like his life depended on it.
And Tony, shit, all he did was stare at Nat with a smug grin as he kept forcing Bruce's head back down every time the poor guy came up for air. And Natasha, all she did was stare directly back into Tony's eyes as her cheeks turned as red as her hair, and he thought maybe she was just going to walk right over and beat him within an inch of his life... But she didn't. In fact, she didn't even tell Steve about what she saw.
No, what she did was probably worse... She told Bucky. And Bucky nearly killed him for it. Tony touched his throat where Bucky's fingers had once been, easily stealing away any chance he'd get to breathe.
And in the end, he still never got what he wanted. He couldn't lie and say that he hadn't noticed Steve's eyes on him. He knew Steve was naive enough to still have feelings for him after all he'd done, and it would be his downfall. Somewhere deep down he thinks they both knew it too. And while maybe now he still felt jealous or whatever, he'd put his feelings for Steve away in order to really be with Bruce. They had so much in common with one another, and it was so much easier to communicate with someone that speaks science.
And yes, Tony will admit that somewhere inside he still had feelings for the old man, but it was too much too late now. Steve had just proposed to a man he'd been with much longer than Tony had even been alive. Tony leaned on the railing and hung his head.