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One year later:
He could hear Wade through the closed bedroom door, banging around in the kitchen and singing bad eighty’s pop ballads. He’d been at it for almost forty-five minutes now, because ‘the culinary arts take time, young Padawan.’ Usually, Peter would be getting in the way and complaining by now, sticking his fingers in all the bowls just to get Wade to grab him roughly by the wrist and lick the tasty mixtures off himself as punishment, but not tonight. Tonight, he was glad that Wade had something to keep him busy for a while.
Peter reached behind himself after adding more lubricant to his already slick fingers (Wade’s favorite brand of all the silicone-based ones, extra slippery), biting down hard on his lower lip so he wouldn’t make any noise as he easily slid two fingers into his partially stretched hole. Squeezing his eyes shut in concentration, he twisted his hand slightly to get the right angle and began to work a third finger in. He was still tight, but he tended to loosen up pretty quickly once past the third digit. He liked it better when Wade did this part (because god, those long fingers were dexterous as fuck), but he was still thrumming with excitement for what he knew would come next, when his efforts would be rewarded.
Shifting his knees further apart, Peter sank down onto the pillow propping his hips up and pressed his face into the mattress, muffling his short panting breaths into the sheets as he twisted his fingers inside. He focused on the hot, thrumming ache as he stretched open, making sure to take it slow so he would be properly prepared. When the burn went away and it was beginning to feel good enough that he couldn’t keep from rocking back onto his fingers with shallow, careful thrusts, he began to spread his fingers inside, scissoring them apart to open himself up even more.
He needed to be ready to take Wade. And Wade was well above average, in this and all other areas, so he needed to be thorough. He would have used one of the mercenary’s many toys (sex toys, not weapon toys, of which he also had many) to help things along, but then he’d have had to use the water-based lube to prevent damage and while that was all fine and good, it wasn’t good enough. Water-based could dry out quickly and get too sticky. For this, he wanted to be as slick as oil.
He was working his fingers in deeper, contorting his arm in a way that definitely relied on his spider-flexibility to reach for that spot that made his toes curl with pleasure, when he realized the sounds of dishes and singing had stopped. He froze, holding his breath and staring wide-eyed at the navy-blue sheets as he strained his ears to hear Wade’s near-silent footsteps coming towards the bedroom.
“Don’t come in!” He called out desperately, voice hoarse with effort and heart stuttering into overtime in his chest.
The footsteps froze outside the door. There was a moment of silence, then the quiet creak of a floorboard as Wade leaned against the wall in the hallway. Peter breathed out a sigh of relief, relaxing around his fingers once again.
“Maybe I shouldn’t go tomorrow.” Wade spoke through the door, not bothering to raise his voice above normal speaking level since Peter could hear him from literally a mile away if he tried (they’d tested it).
Peter licked his lips as his eyes slipped closed again, shifting his fingers ever so slightly inside to continue the stretch. “Uh, of course you should, babe. You and Aunt May get along great. What, um, why wouldn’t you wanna go?”
He heard Wade sigh. “I don’t know. Isn’t it kind of, like, a special occasion? I mean, Christmas. That’s like, a big deal. I wouldn’t want to intrude or anything.” Peter could hear the anxiety in his tone, and he forced himself to concentrate for a second, turning his head to one side so he could speak towards the door.
“Wade, we both want you there. You know that. You’re just nervous. And that’s fine, but you should know that you don’t need to be.”
“What if I mess something up?” Wade asked, so quietly that Peter wouldn’t have been able to hear him if he were a normal human being.
Peter’s fingers stilled, and took a deep breath, considering for a moment just throwing the plan out the window and going to comfort his boyfriend. But he wanted to do this, and he knew how to deal with Wade’s insecurities by now. He’d be alright. “You know how I’m really good at just going along with things and not getting mad if things get derailed, or you make a mess, or say something strange?”
There was a moment of silence. “Yeah.” Wade finally said.
“Well I learned that from Aunt May.” And now Peter really wanted to wrap this conversation up, because this was the last thing he wanted to be thinking about with his fingers up his ass.
“Oh.” Peter could practically hear Wade relaxing through the wall, and he took that as permission to slip his eyes closed again and continue stretching himself, aware of the time factor that he was working with. “So neither of you will care if I light the tree on fire and serve burnt cookies for desert?” His tone was back to its usual teasing lightness, and Peter huffed out a pleased sigh, feigning exasperation.
“You better not burn the fucking cookies.” He warned, voice tight and hitching on the last word as his fingertips brushed against the edge of his prostate, sending a white-hot flash of yes up his spine. He clamped his teeth down on his bottom lip and hoped that Wade hadn’t noticed.
“Aw, you’re no fun… I guess I’ll go put the blow torch away then.” Peter hummed an affirmative as Wade walked back towards the kitchen, his stealthy footsteps soon muffled under the banging of cookie sheets on the counter top and a loud and inappropriate rendition of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.
A few minutes and a bit more lube later, Peter felt ready. He’d worked himself open quite thoroughly and was now panting into the sheets as he pushed back on his fingers, aching to get deeper inside, not for the stretch but for the pleasure. If he wasn’t careful, he ran the risk of getting himself off before they even started, and that was not the plan. No matter how hard and needy his dick was right now.
He listened for Wade to open the oven door and slide the cookie sheets in with a metallic scrape, an indication that it was finally time. Quickly and carefully, he slid his fingers out, leaving him aching with emptiness. He wiped them clean on a towel he’d set beside the bed, then wiped the cleft of his ass free of any escaped liquid. He pulled open the drawer on their bedside table and removed the red gift bow that he’d stashed there earlier. He tore the paper off the sticker side and twisted around, still on his knees, to place is precisely on the bottom of his tailbone.
Suppressing a wild grin, he tossed the pillow he’d been using aside and lay himself out, face down, on the bed.
“Wade!” He called out, giddiness making his stomach flutter pleasantly.
“Yeah, Baby Boy?” Wade responded from the kitchen.
“It’s Christmas Eve!”
“Yeah, Pete. I know. Why do you think I’ve been slaving away in the kitchen all day long like a much more attractive fifty’s housewife?”
Peter rolled his eyes. “No, Wade. It’s Christmas Eve.” He waited for a response, but quickly became impatient after a couple of seconds passed in silence. “Don’t you wanna open your gift?” This wasn’t the only thing he’d gotten Wade this year (especially since he discovered how happy and loved presents made his affection-starved boyfriend feel), but he figured it was a nice start and a good tradition to keep going from last year.
“Just a second!” Wade called out, excitement clear in his voice. “I just gotta set the timer!”
Peter smiled to himself, briefly pressing his face into the bed and taking a deep breath of his and Wade’s combined scent before pushing up onto his elbows and gazing over his shoulder at the door. He tried to make a sultry, come-hither look by lowering his eyelids and sticking out his lower lip just a bit. He wasn’t sure how well it would work, but Wade was sure to appreciate the effort.
It was only a few seconds later that Peter heard Wade running towards the bedroom, footfalls not as careful or quiet as usual. Then the door was swinging open and Wade stepped in, his eyes widening noticeably when they landed on Peter.
He stood in the doorway, frozen, while his gaze ran slowly down the length of Peter’s body. He could feel the weight of Wade’s stare like a physical touch, brushing heat across the surface of his skin. Wade was dressed casually in jeans and an ugly Christmas sweater, head and hands bare, the apron that he’d bought last year tied comically around his waist, but he was still the hottest thing Peter thought he’d ever seen in his whole life.
Peter bit down on his lower lip and kicked one leg up into the air behind him, fluttering his eyes coquettishly in Wade’s direction. “Well? Are you gonna unwrap me?”
Wade licked his lips, slowly, and Peter’s hooded eyes followed the movement. “Hell yeah.” He agreed in a low, rough voice, finally shutting the door behind him and stepping further into the room.
He stopped at the foot of the bed, muscles tight as he visibly held himself back from reaching out to touch Peter. “You wanna open your present, too?”
Peter blinked over his shoulder, a frown twitching at the corners of his lips. “Right now?” He asked in disbelief.
“Mhm.” Wade smirked, and the look in his clear blue eyes made tingles of anticipation crawl up Peter’s spine. “I think you’ll like it.”
“Oh.” Peter suddenly felt a little breathless. “Um, okay then. Sure, I guess.” He pushed himself up onto his hands and knees and shifted around to lean back on his heels facing Wade, not wanting to crush the bow sitting just above the curve of his ass by sitting down.
He watched closely as Wade reached behind him, pulling the apron string apart with one small tug. The pink flowered fabric fluttered to the ground. Then Wade peeled his sweater off, slow enough that it had to be intentional, and Peter’s eyes roamed hungrily over the revealed expanse of hard, tight muscle packed underneath scarred skin. He was pretty sure that he actually started to salivate when Wade’s fingers lingered purposefully on the button of his pants.
He hesitated, and Peter almost whined with need when his hands fell down to his sides. “You wanna do the honors?” He asked with a knowing edge, teasing Peter. “It’s your gift to open, after all.”
“Yes.” Peter responded, not even bothering to come up with a retort or even give Wade a look that said ‘I know what you are doing and I’m not amused.’ He just shifted forward until he kneeled at the very edge of the bed and reached out, his fingers eagerly slipping the metal button through its loop and carefully pulling down the zipper with a delicious sound. He didn’t hesitate to hook his thumbs over Wade’s waistband and pull his jeans down to his knees in one fluid motion.
Then he stared, lips parted in pleased surprise at what he found.
Wade wasn’t wearing underwear. He was already hard, swollen length jutting proudly forward, and there was a bright red ribbon tied neatly around the base of his cock.
“Damn.” Peter breathed, raising his eyes to meet Wade’s gaze, both of their pupils expanded with desire. “We got each other the same thing.”
Wade grinned. “Guess we’re meant to be, huh?”
Peter chuckled, a low, pleased sound. “Guess so.”
His chuckle cut off in a sudden yelp as Wade flashed forward, grabbing him by the hips with no warning and flipping him back onto his stomach. He bounced once, the air huffing out of his lungs as heady arousal flooded his veins.
He felt the bed dip behind him, and then Wade’s warm, textured lips were on the back of his thigh. Peter’s eyes fluttered closed as a quiet moan slipped past his lips, his fingers tangling instinctively in the sheets to hold himself steady.
“Fuck, Baby Boy.” Wade murmured into his skin. “This is the best present ever. I’m gonna play with you so hard, you’re gonna be all ragged and worn out like that velveteen rabbit who wanted to be real in that one book.”
Peter managed a breathy laugh, shivering slightly as Wade’s hands skimmed up his legs, his lips working their way up to the base of his spine, where he pressed an open-mouthed kiss just above the red bow. “I don’t… Mm. Don’t think that’s as, um, sexy as you think it is.” He mumbled, distracted by Wade’s teeth as they nipped lightly in all the right places.
“Shut up.” Wade ordered teasingly, biting a little harder over a line of Peter’s ribs.
Peter hissed, his dick twitching where it was pressed between his stomach and the mattress. Wade licked a hot, wet stripe up his spine, and Peter could feel his body, big and warm, hovering over his as his lips found Peter’s neck, knees settled on either side of Peter’s thighs.
He whimpered when Wade’s hand finally landed on one ass cheek, squeezing lightly as one thumb swiped deliciously into the space between. “This is mine now.” He whispered into the skin beneath Peter’s ear, sending little shudders of pleasure through his body. “You’ve given it to me, so it’s mine.”
Peter sucked in a shaky breath, pushing back into Wade’s hand. “Was always yours.” He moaned into the sheets, heat already pooling beneath his stomach.
Wade made a pleased sound, somewhere between a growl and a hum, that shot straight to Peter’s dick. He removed his hand from Peter’s ass, ignoring the younger man’s whine of protest, and leaned back to get a better angle. He slid one finger down Peter’s crack and circled his entrance, prompting a needy sigh as Peter relaxed to let him in.
His fingertip breached the edges of the muscle, slipping in much easier than usual, and Wade froze, sucking in a sharp breath of surprise.
“Oh… Peter.” He pushed in experimentally, and Peter let out a filthy moan as his finger slid easily down to the last knuckle. “Fuck me.” He choked out, voice heavy with lust.
Peter chuckled breathlessly, sliding his knees forward a little to get leverage to rock back into Wade’s finger. “That’s the idea.”
Wade groaned, twisting his finger into just the right place with unnerving accuracy.
“Ah- ha. Fuck, Wade… Ngh.” Peter shook, struggling to get his legs properly underneath him as pleasure shot sharp and demanding through his body. “Get in me right fucking now or I swear to god all you’ll get next Christmas is a lump of –”
Wade didn’t let him finish. He slid his finger out in one fluid motion and was pressing the head of his cock to Peter’s hole without hesitation. There was a half-second of resistance, and then it was sliding smoothly in all the way to the base in one continuous thrust, slick and heavy and so damn big. Peter cried out, his back arching downward at the overwhelming sensation of being so full so fast. It burned a little, because no amount of fingering could ever completely prepare him for the over-endowed size of Wade’s cock, but it was a good burn. Really good.
Wade placed one comforting hand on Peter’s lower back, thumb toying gently with the bow still stuck to his skin. His breath was slow and heavy in that controlled way that Peter knew meant he was struggling to hold himself in check. “Please.” Peter whimpered, squirming impatiently. “Please, Wade, move.” He knew Wade liked it when he asked nicely.
The mercenary let out a low, stifled moan and grabbed Peter’s hips with both hands, fingers pressing into the indentations beside his hipbones. He pulled back, sliding slowly along Peter’s inner walls in the most delectable way possible, until just the head of his cock was left inside. Peter whined softly, only to have the sound cut off in a shameless groan as Wade pushed back in, faster and harder than before. Pleasure was already radiating out from where Wade was buried inside, but there was something just a bit uncomfortable, a scratchiness at the edge of his entrance.
“Wade. Ah, fu– God, Wade…” He had pulled back again, only to thrust forward with a harsh exhale, his grip on Peter’s hips tightening. Peter hoped there would be bruises. He loved it when Wade left him black and blue, even if the marks only lasted for a few hours. “Wade, that… Mm. Fuck, the um, could you…” He panted, struggling to get the words out, the annoying sensation so overwhelmed by heat and pleasure and fuck yes that he wasn’t sure it even mattered. “Ribbon, the… Fuck…” He gave up, bowing his head and digging his fingers into the sheets as Wade started up a steady pace.
But even when Peter was practically non-verbal, his boyfriend understood what he was trying to say. Wade paused for a second, ignoring the resulting sound of frustration from Peter, and peeled the bow off his tailbone. Then he tugged the loose end of the ribbon tied around his dick and shook at it until the whole line came loose. He tossed the decorations aside. “Fuck.” He grunted, returning his hands to Peter’s hips and thrusting in again, hard and deep. “Thought that was gonna be romantic as hell.”
“Just shut up and fuck me like you mean it, Wade Wilson.”
Wade Wilson was happy to oblige. He tightened his grip and drove in fast, hard, pulling Peter back to meet each roll of his hips. Peter was so slick that it felt like Wade was pushing in deeper than he’d ever been before, sinking into parts of him that had never been touched. Peter wanted it. He wanted more. He wanted to feel Wade inside him for days.
Little needy sounds were falling from Peter’s parted lips with every thrust, and his eyes fluttered shut, senses overloaded by the fevered pressure building in his gut. Without breaking their desperate pace, Wade slid one hand over Peter’s stomach, pressing down just above the base of his dick. The pleasure built sharply, sending hot, shuddering waves of electricity through Peter’s whole body. “Wade!” He gasped, squeezing reflexively around the mercenary’s cock as it buried itself inside him once again.
Wade grunted, his rhythm stuttering off pace for a moment before picking back up again. “You like that, Baby Boy?” His voice was deep and rough, a whole octave lower than usual, and it sent shivers up Peter’s spine. “Like feeling me so far inside? So deep in you?”
“Yes.” He whimpered, pushing back to meet Wade half-way, driving him even deeper. “Fuck yes, oh my god, Wade fuck I… Ah. Yes, yes–” He cut himself off with a moan, biting down hard on his lower lip. He was getting close. Too close, too fast.
Once again proving his uncanny ability to read Peter’s mind, Wade suddenly slowed down, moving more shallowly as he pulled out and pushed back in, drawing breathy pleas from Peter’s open mouth. It was incredibly frustrating, being deprived of what he needed when he was so close to the edge, but he knew Wade was making the right choice. He wanted this to last as long as possible.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful like this.” Wade breathed out between thrusts, voice low and wrecked. “How the hell did I get so lucky?”
Peter dropped down onto his elbows, giving into the urge to press his face into the mattress as he whimpered out Wade’s name, over and over, a mantra of need and devotion. That’s all that was left in his mind; Wade and Wade’s dick in his ass and Wade’s hands on his body and Wade’s voice and the texture of Wade’s skin and the way Wade made him feel, teetering on the edge of something incomprehensibly wonderful.
“Sh… Come ‘ere, Baby Boy.” Wade slid his hands up Peter’s sides, slowing to a stop and pulling out with gentle care. “Turn over for me.”
Peter hurried to do as Wade said, his arms shaking slightly as he rolled over onto his back. He opened his eyes to latch onto Wade’s gaze, a thrill of giddiness shooting through him when he saw the way the older man was looking at him, like he hung the fucking stars in the sky.
He reached out, and Wade crawled into his arms like he was meant to be there, hitching his hands under Peter’s thighs on the way and lifting them to latch his ankles over Wade’s broad shoulders. Thanks to his Spidey flexibility, it was as easy as breathing for Wade to bend him in half, pressing their bodies close as he maneuvered the head of his dick back to Peter’s entrance. He leaned down, catching Peter’s mouth in a searing kiss as he pushed forward, breaching the ring of muscle once again.
Peter whimpered brokenly against Wade’s parted lips, one hand grasping roughly at Wade’s shoulder to hold him close and the other sliding up to caress the back of his head. Impossibly, this position allowed Wade to press even deeper, the angle causing him to slide across Peter’s prostate with each thrust. It wasn’t long before the younger man was a shaking, melting mess, hanging onto Wade for dear life as each exhale turned into a porn-worthy moan of pleasure and heat and pressure threatened to push him over the edge at any moment.
Wade seemed to be in a similar place. His thrusts fell out of rhythm, became frenetic and desperate, chasing after the release that was building so close. When neither of them could maintain a proper kiss anymore, Wade moved his lips to Peter’s neck, where he muffled his groans into the junction of Peter’s shoulder, hot and wet.
“Wade, Wade I’m– Ah, fuck, Wade…” Peter threw his head back, hips arching up to meet Wade’s as his body shook with tension, teetering on the brink of his climax.
Wade managed to use one hand to hold himself up and slipped the other between their bodies to wrap his fingers around Peter’s aching, leaking cock. “Yes, Peter…” He mumbled, stroking upwards.
That was all it took. Peter came to the sound of Wade’s voice, white hot indescribable ecstasy flooding his body, pulling him under like waves. He clenched around Wade with a short cry, spilling over the mercenary’s fist. It lasted forever, rolling through him until he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All that was left was Wade.
Wade reached his climax within a few short, sloppy thrusts of Peter’s, biting down on Peter’s shoulder with a strangled moan as he shot off inside. His whole body shook with the effort it took not to collapse and crush his small boyfriend under his considerable weight. Not that Peter would have minded, but he still managed to pull out carefully once he was finished and curl into Peter’s side with minimal disruption to their embrace.
“Fuck.” Peter breathed, heart racing as he came back to his body, deliciously sore.
“Yeah.” Wade agreed, breathless in the way he only ever got when he and Peter fucked.
“Best present ever.”
“Definitely.”
He didn’t really feel like he could move yet, but Peter couldn’t help but squirm around until he could fit his arms around Wade’s waist, pressing close to lay his head across that warm, hard chest. “That’s better.” He murmured, a smile flickering across his lips as Wade wound his arms around him in return and pressed a kiss into the top of his head.
They lay in comfortable silence for a minute, heartrates slowly returning to normal and muscles melting into the comfortable mattress. Peter thought he could probably stay there forever and be perfectly happy.
He could hardly believe that it had just been one year ago today since they had moved past friendship and finally given in to what was always meant to be. This. Them. Together. They had grown so much closer since then, their lives intertwining together to the point that Peter was sure it would kill them both to separate. He couldn’t imagine his life without Wade.
“Remember this time last year?” Peter murmured, a nostalgic smile ghosting over his mouth. “When you said you’d be so sweet on me if I were yours?”
Wade hummed in affirmation. “Mhm. But it was a week ago, actually. December nineteenth. One forty-two am.”
Peter blinked his eyes open in surprise, craning his neck back to get a look at Wade’s face. “You remember what time it was?” Wade didn’t usually remember things very well, and what he did remember he often had trouble placing on a timeline. Something to do with repeated brain damage massing with his memory.
Wade smiled down at him. “Yeah, Petey. I remember.” He shrugged a little, jostling them slightly. “The boxes help me remember the really important stuff.”
Peter stared at him, surprised and touched by this unexpected revelation. The knowledge that Wade put such immense importance on that moment made his heart ache with an affection that stole his breath away. He darted upwards, pressing their lips together for a gentle kiss, and tried to pour all of his feelings into the soft movements of his mouth on Wade’s.
“I love you, Wade.” He whispered as he pulled away, staring up into the beautiful blue eyes that he’d fallen for years ago.
Wade blinked at him in awe, like he did every time Peter said those words, like they still caught him by surprise. “I love you, too.” He replied quietly, and Peter’s heart leapt with excited joy like it did every time Wade said those words.
He pressed one more kiss to Wade’s soft, scarred lips before laying his head back down, his whole body thrumming with contentment. Wade began to stroke the hair off his forehead, and Peter hummed in approval.
He was drifting off after a minute or two, so entirely relaxed in Wade’s arms that it didn’t even matter that it was only nine-thirty and they still had plans to watch A Christmas Story (which was Wade’s favorite Christmas movie). He was roused by Wade’s voice, quieter and more serious than it had been before.
“Have I done that?” He murmured, hand going still on Peter’s head.
“Hm? Done what?” Peter didn’t bother to open his eyes, too comfortable to move.
“Have I been sweet and good to you?” He asked, a pleading edge to his tone.
Peter blinked his eyes open and sat up so he could see Wade’s face. The mercenary looked desperate, worried, like his entire world hung on the answer Peter would give him.
Peter’s heart clenched in his chest and his throat felt tight. It took a moment for him to find his voice again. “Yes.” He whispered, reaching out to slide his hands around the back of Wade’s neck and leaning forward to rest his forehead on Wade’s. “Fuck yes, Wade. The sweetest.”
And he had been. Every day he surprised Peter with how utterly tender, how thoughtful and loving he could be. Not every moment of their relationship was perfect, of course, but not once had Wade ever done something to violate Peter’s trust in him.
“You’re so good for me.” Peter continued, pressing gentle kisses across Wade’s jaw. “So sweet. You take such good care of me.”
Wade made a soft, broken sound and wrapped his arms around Peter’s waist, hugging the breath out of him. “I just want to deserve you.” He mumbled, bowing his head to nuzzle into Peter’s neck.
Peter blinked back the tears gathering in his eyes. “You do, Wade. I promise.” He kissed the side of Wade’s head. “If anything, I’m the one who doesn’t deserve someone as wonderful as you.”
Wade choked out a weak laugh. “You’re crazy.”
Peter smiled, winding his arms around Wade’s shoulders and holding him closer. “Then I guess we’re a matching set.”
Wade hummed happily, and Peter felt like his heart might burst.
A loud, obnoxious beeping sounded from the kitchen, interrupting their romance movie moment.
Wade started to pull away.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Peter asked teasingly, using a bit of his strength to keep Wade on the bed with him. “We’re not done having our moment!”
Wade just gave him a feisty grin. “I’m not allowed to burn the cookies, remember?”
Peter threw a pillow at his head. This resulted in a series of wildly creative threats and a full-blown pillow fight. In the end, one of Peter’s nice pillows was completely busted and the cookies were burnt.
Peter didn’t even mind.