Chapter 27
After a couple boxes of pizza things had gone quiet between Wade and Peter. Both of them had questions but neither were sure where to begin. They had been staring at the menu screen awkwardly until Peter spoke. He was curled up at one end of the couch staring at the back of Wade's hood. The merc had yet to completely reveal his face.
"Listen, Wade about the mission with shield-"
"I'm gonna do it." Wade wasn't sure when in his wallowing he'd do it but it seemed right.
"You can't," Peter said sitting up.
"Peter-"
"No, don't- I won't let you!" Wade glanced at the wide eyed hero. "Those people are evil Wade I can't let you go."
"I wasn't asking for permission."
The hero glared feeling his panic boil to anger. "Look at me." When the bigger man's shoulders slouched inward Peter slipped from the couch to the floor next to him. "Wade look at me," he repeated. The older man refused to move keeping his head low and angled just out of Peter's sight. He took a deep breath trying to get ahold of his anger. "If it were me would you have let me go?"
"Of course not," Wade's response was automatic.
"Then you understand why I can't let you go."
The merc moved slightly as if you look at Peter. "It's not the same. I'll heal no matter what, you can't."
Peter stared at the dark outline of the merc's face biting back irritation. He didn't want to fight with Wade. "It is the same. So what if you heal whatever they do to you will stay with you. Mentally you'll suffer and it's going to stay with you even after you heal. I don't want that Wade. I don't want you to be in pain."
There was another silence. Peter tried to figure out what the older man was thinking but he only shrunk under the hood. "I'll be fine," he murmured quietly.
"I won't be," Peter said inching closer. "I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you Wade."
Finally Wade turned to him. His eyes boring into Peter's as if telling him a million things at once. The younger reached out to push Wade's hood off his head. The bluish glow from the TV lighting half his face. Peter's still outstretch hand skimming over scarred skin. Fingers trailing down the sharp line of his jaw.
Peter was the first to lean in. Watching Wade carefully as he did. The merc sat still, eyes drooping as he got closer. They kissed softly. It was hesitant from both ends and only lasted a second. Wade let out a small sigh that made the hero's stomach flutter. He glanced up into caramel colored eyes before kissing him again.
It was with more force this time. Each of them melting together until the timidness faded. Peter quickly became addicted to the way Wade's lips moved against his. Though chapped his lips were firm. Peter's hand had moved to cup the side of the other's face. He was the one to deepen the kiss. Tongue grazing over his bottom lip with just enough pressure to make the mercenary shutter.
Wade retreated slowly causing the hero to hum in confusion. "Maybe we shouldn't..." He muttered, Peter could see the conflicting emotions on his face.
"Do you not want to?"
"No, I mean yes! Of course I do but I'm," he trailed off again staring down at his scarred hands. "You don't want to get with someone like me-"
Peter cut him off with a kiss grasping his face between two hands. "Let me decide that," he mumbled between kisses. Wade remained still for a second as Peter moved closer. The hero almost tipped over as he did. Wade was quick to steady him, large callused hands on his slim waist.
Without breaking the kiss they got situated with Peter in Wade's lap. It wasn't Peter's favorite position but he liked the advantage. One hand moved to cradle he back of Wade's head tilting it back so Peter could kiss him deeper. His other hand grasping a broad shoulder. Wade had an arm around Peter's waist, his other hand caressing his jaw gently. They made out against the couch until their kisses were sloppy. Hands and lips began to wander.
Peter was slightly taller then Wade in this position leaving his neck exposed for the merc to partake. The hero's heavy breathes only wound the older man tighter. Each of them getting warmer and more desperate. "Peter," he murmured against pale skin. "Baby boy," he gasped as the other spead his legs further out filling the merc's lap completely. "T-take it easy. Are you sure you want to-"
"Shut up," Peter grumbled kissing down his next, tugging the collar or his hoodie aside to warm more skin. Wade's head lulled back on the couch with a groan.
"I'm just making sure," he said breathlessly, hands grasping well toned thighs. "Fuck Petey ARE you sure?"
Peter made his way back up to his ear, "take me to your bedroom Wade." He didn't have to be told twice. The older man stood taking Peter with him who let out a startled curse clinging to him. The chuckled as Wade moved to his room. It was a mess as usual. They had to shove food wrappers, bottles, and a unicorn plushy off the bed.
There was a clench of unease in Peter's stomach when he moved back on the bed. It reflected in Wade's eyes when they looked to each other. He cleared his throat glancing down. "I'm going to leave my binder on. I don't...uh, if you could not touch it or my chest." Wade nodded quickly. "And it's...I have a...just don't call it anything. You know," he gestured to his crotch.
"Of course baby boy anything you need let me know," Wade murmured. "And the scars they...they're everywhere so..."
Peter nodded sitting up to catch the collar of his hoodie. "Anything else?"
"I have an awesome refractory period?" Peter laughed kissing him. They went back at it, maybe a little clumsily but still just as exciting. It was when clothes began to shed when things got slow again. Each of them making sure each move was alright. They were both heated, Peter's skin was flushed, Wade couldn't stop touching it.
Peter's hand traveled down Wade's chest admiring each muscle on the way down to his boxers. They were caught in a deep kiss when he reached inside to grasp at Wade. The merc cursed against his lips, body nearly contorting in pleasure.
Peter moved his lips to any available skin. Praising each scar like a prize as he worked his hand around Wade. "Fuck! Fuck baby boy," Wade panted buring his face into the younger's neck. It wasn't long after that. Things turned into a hot mess. Wade had his face between Peter's legs until the hero's voice cracked. They went back and forth with the body worship until they finally found a condom.
Wade kept eye contact with Peter as he enter. Each of them sighing in pleasure as Wade sunk into the tight wet heat Peter provided. They couldn't keep still after that. They went through dozens of positions. Each of then frantically pulling pleasure from each other. It was they kind of sex that had them both sweating. The bed giving a continuous knock against the wall. Peter learned quickly that Wade had a thing for his super strength.
It seemed like they'd gone on for hours when they neared the end. Peter had one hand on the headboard, another on Wade's chest as he rode the merc. His legs shook with each thrust, Wade's cock reaching deep enough to hit that place inside Peter just right. His body trembled between release and the need to continue. He couldn't stop now. Not when Wade was basically writhing beneath him. His hips canting up sporadically. "Yeah baby boy, please, oh fuck, please!"
Peter licked his dry lips attempting to catch his breath. Wade really never did shut up, Peter decided he liked it best when it was because of his doing. "Oh god Wade," he panted moving even harder. Their skin connecting with a continuous slap.
The merc's jaw clenched, a deep growl erupting from his chest causing Peter to moan. He clenched around the bigger man forcing burning muscles to move. "Peter! Peter I'm-oh fuck," he threw his head back shouting out curses as Peter continued. Watching him come undone sent Peter over the edge again. The fluttering heat around Wade's oversensitive dick had the merc's back arching.
They were both panting as if they'd just finished a mission. Bodies slick with sweat and other things. Peter collapsed next to the older man. Neither of them spoke as they came back to their senses. They looked to each other before laughing. Peter moved closer until his head rested on Wade's shoulder. Big scarred arms encased the smaller man in warmth. "Holy shit baby boy you're amazing."
"Thanks. You aren't too bad yourself. Now I know why they call you the Merc with a Mouth." Wade let out a howl of laughter holding him closer to his chest. Peter chuckled draping his free arm over Wade's chest. His thumb idly smoothing over his jugular.
"I'm so glad I met you." Peter smiled against his skin and kissed the merc's collarbone. It didn't take long for them to fall asleep after that. -
When Peter woke up he was alone on dingy sheets that smelled of takeout, sweat, and gunpowder. He rolled over with a groan to peer at the window. It looked around noon. With a groan the college student sat up. He glanced down at the hoodie remembering Wade waking him up in the middle of the night to remove his binder. It was sweet. He even turned around as the half asleep arachnid struggled to peel it off.
He found his boxers on the floor and slid them on before wandering out to find a particular scarred man. He heard him before seeing him. Wade was in the kitchen making pancakes while singing an old pop song off key. Peter smirked, leaning against the wall watching the big man dance around the kitchen.
He was dressed in a dark grey long sleeve with a pair of Spiderman themed boxers. He was midtwirl when he finally noticed Peter. "Good morning my wonderful Spiderbabe! How are you feeling?"
"Great. Nice boxers," Peter nodded to them.
"Ya know I used to think this was the closest Spiderman would ever be to my dick."
Peter let out and amused scoff taking a seat at the table, "did you clean?"
Wade beamed, "I did! It's amazing how much mold can develop in one bag of tacos."
Peter shook his head, "I don't want to know." Wade set two plates on the table and took a seat across Peter. The younger man gazed fondly at the Marc as he stuffed his face with pancakes. He couldn't believe how bad he'd fallen for the man. There was no way he'd ever let harm come to him again. "I'm going with you. On the mission from SHIELD."
Wade froze, cheeks full of food. They stared at eat other until Wade managed to swallow. "That's not a good idea-"
"I wasn't asking permission." Wade opened and closed his mouth before nodding. It was settled. They were going to end this together.