sixty-nine.
"Wade, I... I have no clue how I can thank you for all of this stuff..." Peter scoffed as he looked over the things on his bed. "There's just so much, and I'll never have the kind of money it would take to pay you back."
"Petey, no paybacks, it's a gift."
Peter wanted to protest, but the look Wade gave him was enough to make him shut his mouth before the words even had a chance to escape... But then he got an idea, and it was wild and wicked and he loved the thought. "Well," he slid his hand up Wade's chest, "can I at least show my gratitude?"
And Wade raised a hairless brow and asked what the boy had in mind, and when he was given the answer, he laughed, "Well, it is chapter 69."
Peter's brows furrowed and Wade shook his head. Peter said nothing else about it but bit his lip, anxiously awaiting Wade's response. Wade told him that they ought to at least put away all of his new gifts, so they at least had access to the bed, and Peter thought it was a good idea. Together, they cleaned back up. Wade put the new clothes into Peter's drawers and Peter carried his products into the bathroom in armfuls, silently vowing to organize it all later.
Wade reminded Peter four times between the bathroom door and the bed that they didn't have to do anything, and Peter reminded him four times in return that he knew, and he wanted to. Wade said that he didn't want Peter to think that he had to give him any kind of sexual anything ever, and Peter said that he knew, that he wanted to do it. He wasn't totally sure why, but he did.
He told Wade that he remembered their first night together, then he paused. He knew that he looked a lot different now compared to how he did then. Back then, he only had a few burn marks and the little scars on his wrist. He had some meat on his bones then... Now he was thin, fragile, covered in burns and scars and he didn't want to wear anything but long pants and long sleeves.
Even though he knew that he was safe here with Wade and that he'd never be judged for how he looked, he was still very insecure and started wondering if he could keep most of his clothes on.
Wade, like a Saint, smiled and without Peter saying a word, said, "I know what you're thinking. If you want to stop, we can. If you want to keep going we can. If you want to leave all of your clothes on, you can. I want you to be comfortable with me."
And Peter pulled the older man down into a kiss and he felt his heart leap into his throat the moment their lips touched. It was like a fire sparked somewhere deep inside of him and his whole body was being used as paper-thin embers to fuel it. Wade's touch was like lightning, each brush of their skin together sent sparks of riveting light across Peter's soul and surrounding his heart.
Peter felt strong, like the power of a thousand suns was burning in his veins. Peter felt light, like his lungs were full of helium and he was floating off of the ground. Peter felt soft, like he was pressed against a bed of feathers when Wade laid him down. Peter felt free, like nothing could hold him back from this moment anymore.
Wade laid beside him as they kissed, and it was lazy and careful and soft. Wade's lips were gentle as they brushed across his jaw, fingers light as they danced across his hip, laugh soft as Peter breathed his name.
Peter reached up and pulled the ball cap from Wade's scarred head and tossed it to the floor with a smile. Wade just looked on fondly, like nothing else in the world mattered, and really in his mind, nothing else did.
Wade's touch was gentle as he shimmied Peter's sweats down a little, and the only mind he paid to the scars, on Peter's hips and upper thighs, was to shower them with kisses on the way down.
Peter's breathing picked up just a little as he felt Wade's lips wrapping around him. He reached down and put his hand on the back of Wade's head and just sort of imagined running his fingers through the hair that he used to have. Wade looked up at the boy as he took him down effortlessly. It was like blowjobs were second nature to Wade, and they probably were.
Wade was so fucking good at this and it was easy to get Peter to react, to get him to make those sweet little noises that he'd try and swallow down. Wade wanted to taste all of the sounds Peter was making, but the thought of doing so was put on the back burner when he felt Peter's tiny hand rubbing against him through his pants.
Getting something really had been the last thing on Wade's mind, but he'd be a liar if he said he didn't fucking miss Peter's velvet lips around him. The fact that Peter wanted to do that of his own accord was really something, especially after what he's been through.
Wade lifted his hips and let his jeans be tugged down and smirked when he heard Peter gasp. Wade wasn't sure it was from the size of his dick or the way he was swirling his tongue, but he didn't really care. It was his turn to gasp whenever Peter wasted absolutely no time in taking Wade in as far as he could in one go.
It took all of his willpower not to bust right then and there, really. He kept bobbing his head, taking down more and more of Peter's member as he went, causing the boy to whine around his own length in return. Wade reached between them and felt Peter grab onto his hand. And he let him hold it.
Wade rubbed circles onto the back of Peter's hand while they sucked each other off, a strangely wholesome moment for such a sinful act. Peter eventually released Wade's hand in favor of moving it into his hair.
Wade took the hint and tugged, not missing the way Peter's jaw went slack. Wade took advantage of that and used the grip on Peter's hair to push his head down. Peter moaned, like it was the best thing that'd ever happened to him and doubled his efforts of pleasing Wade.
It fuckin' worked, though, because the more Wade pleased him, the more Peter pleased back until they were both cumming and laying back to catch their breaths, the only part of them touching was their intertwined hands.