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With spring in the air Peter marches on to his classes with Ned by his side. His friend has been staying at his apartment a lot lately, which is a good thing because he's easily become Peter's best friend. It's a lot different than being best friends with MJ, given they actually have a lot more in common and he doesn't want to fuck Ned. A lot easier to see someone as a friend, trust someone more, when you're not head over heels for them the way a high school Peter was for the redhead.
The only issue with Ned crashing at his place so often is sneaking out to be Spider-Man or spending the night with Wade. While he knows about Peter and Deadpool it doesn't change how nervous Wade feels about them spending time with him. And to be fair, Peter's worried he'll figure out he's Spider-Man any day now.
Peter has been itching to just rip the band-aid off and tell him though. It's been months and Ned hasn't uttered a word to MJ or Francine to his surprise. Ned's kept his promise, and Peter feels a little bad about doubting him. Francine and MJ gave Peter some well earned shit for the Deadpool incident that Peter let Ned tell them. It was too late to back track on that anyways since Ned texted Francine in the moment. With time it stopped being a topic of focus though, they moved on to teasing each other for more recent things.
"What would you think about getting an apartment together next year?" Ned asks as they make their way to class together, he's drinking some horrible sugary excuse for a coffee as Peter thinks the question over for a moment. Living with Ned wouldn't be so bad, some days it already feels like he is. Ned has a job too, which could help in his mission to pay his own rent. If they're splitting it then May doesn't have to pay for it anymore. Right now he's paying part of the rent to his aunt each month, since she paid for another year in full behind his back.
"Maybe," Peter says after he figures too much time passed for him to not respond.
"Think about it," Ned beams, "we already spend a lot of time together, plus the building you're already in has two bedrooms the floor above yours. If I have my own space you can stop being weird about bringing your boyfriend home," he elbows Peter in the ribs as he wiggles his brows.
"Yeah, maybe," it's a tempting offer, but actually living together would definitely lead to him figuring out Peter's secret. It's a miracle his aunt didn't sniff it out when he was living with her. Probably because she was usually sound asleep when he returned from patrolling.
"I'll pick up more shifts over the summer and save up a shit ton!" Ned's basically begging now, Peter's pretty sure he's going to say yes. He just wants to talk to his aunt first, and probably Wade too.
"Okay, just give me a day to figure some stuff out and I'll let you know. Okay?" He musses up his friends' hair before they split ways to their separate classes. With a smile on his face Peter sits down in class, a year ago he definitely wasn't this happy.
"Baby," Wade groans, gripping the headboard of his bed so hard it's definitely breaking. Peter's behind him, doing his absolute best to be gentle. Soothing hands run down scarred skin, small whispers of affirmations as he rubs lotion onto Wade's back. One of the biggest hurdles in their relationship has been dealing with Wade's skin, one because it took way too long for him to get any sort of comfortable with Peter seeing it, and two because he has days like today.
"It's okay," Peter cooes, adding a healthy dollop of the lotion directly between Wade's shoulder blades. A bad skin day Wade calls it, Peter can only assume it's hell for him. Most days he can at least handle wearing something, but today his scars are burning and itching so much he couldn't get into even his most comfortable getup. They look terrible, Peter can't imagine what they feel like.
"I'm sorry," he grumbles for what has to be the thousandth time. Peter's done telling him he has nothing to apologize for, it's obviously not his fault they're doing this instead of going out for dinner. Wade's comfort is far more important than the coupon he has for bogo fries. They're halfway through the bottle when Wade tells him he can stop, Peter lets Wade sink into the silk sheets he has on his bed. Bald head resting on Peter's lap as he gives him a gentle massage with the remaining lotion on his hands.
"Want me to order something? Are you hungry?" Peter's in full caretaker mode at this point, anything he can do to stop Wade from making that sad little face he'll do in a heartbeat.
"Mm, nothing greasy," Deadpool mumbles against Peter's sweatpants.
"Okay, should I do that now? Want me to stay here for a bit?" He speaks low and slow as his fingers feather over lotion slicked bumpy skin.
"Gimme a few minutes, please," it's clear how much Wade hates when he's like this. No matter how many times Peter tells him to just relax and let him take care of him Wade is just a bit too stubborn. He expected the man to eat up the idea of Peter doting on him, but when his skin is bad like this he's only a shell of himself. He wants to hide away and deal with it alone where no one can see him or take pity on him. Peter won't allow it.
Eventually Peter orders Wade a nice strawberry poppyseed salad and himself two cheese burgers from a restaurant on UberEATS. It makes Wade whine even more when Peter pays for it.
"I'm supposed to take care of you baby boy," he groans, laid out in a star position on the silk sheets now dampened with lotion. Peter sits on the edge of the bed, massaging his legs gently as they wait for the food to arrive.
"We take care of each other," Peter sighs, with the age gap and the obvious financial gap it's been hard to keep things on even footing when it comes to their relationship. It just wouldn't feel right letting Wade do everything for him for nothing in return, Peter loves this man and he'll fork out delivery fees everyday if has to for him.
"I just want you to let me be your sugar daddy," he giggles a little, Peter lets out a happy hum. Joking means he's feeling at least slightly better than when he got here and found the man basically screaming his throat raw in the shower.
"I don't want a sugar daddy, I want a boyfriend," he feathers his fingers gingerly over Wade's abs. It takes a lot of self restraint to not try to jump his bones with the man all laid out naked for him.
"Lame," Wade sighs, his hand finding Peter's hair to toy with at the base of his neck, "when I'm feeling less shit you really need to let me cut your hair," yes he's definitely feeling better now, "as cute as you'd look with a little man bun I don't think it's really your thing."
"It's definitely not," Peter scoffs, leaning back into the touch. Sure they aren't going out for the dinner Peter planned for them, not using that lovely coupon he clipped out of the paper just for today. It's not terrible though, just being with Wade makes him happy. Whether things ever go to plan or not, being together will always be enough.
After eating Wade is feeling good enough to put on some underwear and a Tshirt, not that Peter was trying to get him dressed. They spend the rest of their evening on the couch, watching random movies Peter missed while he was spending all his free time swinging around the city. With a soft kiss goodbye Peter heads out for patrol alone, doing his best to convince Wade that he will be fine while he stays home and rests. Spider-Man did this all alone for three years before he met Deadpool, he can go a night by himself easily. Plus he's coming back here later anyway.
As the second semester of his sophomore year of college comes to a close, Peter is happily cleaning around his apartment. Him and Ned are moving into a different unit one floor up at the end of August, until then he's planning on getting rid of some of his garbage furniture and slowly packing up his things to make the day easier on himself. He's been trying to convince Wade to help him move, since Ned will be there Peter will have to keep his super strength on the downlow. Plus Ned and Deadpool already met one time, and he already knows they're together. Wade hasn't given him a yes or a no.
Warm spring bloomed into hot summer fast. July doing its best to cook the people of New York alive for just being outside. After a sweaty night patrolling together Peter and Wade clamor into one of his apartments, quickly stripping from their suits to fully enjoy the AC blasting. For once neither men are trying to touch, it's too damn hot. After showers and some food they're sitting on the couch, Peter's looking over some work he's been doing for his internship while Wade plays a video game. After two years of botany Tyler (no that's definitely not his name) is finally letting Peter do some actual work in the lab.
The work isn't exactly exciting, he's doing some research on mold after all, but at least it's something. Peter would much rather study mold than reorganize the same filing cabinet for the umpteenth time. His eyes drift from the toxicity charts to Wade, he's sitting hunched over the side of the couch and very intensely into the online shooting game he's playing. Every now and then he blurts out something foul to the strangers online, cheering when he gets a kill, swearing when he gets killed, and giggling like a child when the other players get mad at him for friendly fire. Peter just smiles, watching Wade engrossing himself in his game.
"Fuck!" He chucks the controller at the coffee table, "banned from another lobby," he chuckles before scooping up Peter into his arms. The brunette happily lets his work tumble to the ground in favor of being wisked into muscular arms, warm kisses pepper his neck as Wade adjusts him on top of himself.
"Is it even fun if you're just arguing with people until you're kicked out?" He asks as his fingers move under Wade's shirt to softly touch scarred skin.
"That's the most fun," he smiles, Peter slowly kisses over the side of his face until their lips meet. Wade's hands grope at his ass as they make out, tongues happily tangling between their lips. Peter softly moans as Wade's hands dip under his gym shorts, hot palms squeezing his cheeks. It doesn't take long before they're both hard, Peter rutting against Wade's erection through their clothes.
"Wade?" He whimpers as their mouths separate, the larger man just nods in response, "I want you so bad," he chews his bottom lip as his boyfriend starts nipping at his neck.
"Yeah? You want me so bad baby boy?" His voice is deep, vibrating through Peter enough to make his cock twitch. He pulls Peter's shorts and boxers off, he kicks them off his legs and whines when Wade pushes him down on his back.
"Please Wade," he gives him puppy dog eyes, cheeks rosy and lashes fluttering. With a grunt Wade holds Peter's legs open, folding Peter in half with his knees to his shoulders before he starts kissing around his ass and thighs. Peter's moaning and his cock is drooling as hot breath hits his hole, tongue lapping at it soon after, "yes!" He hangs his head back over the armrest as Wade's tongue moves in slow circles around his entrance before pushing inside. Wade's grinding himself against the couch through his sweats as he noisily eats Peter's ass.
Wade's fingers feather down Peter's inner thighs before he replaces his tongue with a spit slicked finger, "I still can't believe I'm allowed to do this to the greatest ass in all of New York," Wade moans the words out before sucking Peter's cock into his mouth, drool running down his shaft and toward his hole. Wade's finger moves slowly, without lube he doesn't want to hurt Peter. Who, by the way, is whimpering like a bitch and thrusting into his throat greedily.
"I want your cock, please fuck me!" He's basically chanting out his pleas for Wade to finally fill him up again. With a groan Wade pops off Peter's dick and removes his finger from his ass, "please, please fuck me!" His eyes are wet, lashes clumping together as he looks down at his boyfriend. The sight of him makes Wade groan again, bowing his head to suckle at his leaking cock head some more before getting off the couch.
"The lube is in the bedroom," he says, sounding a little defeated. Peter excitedly bounces off the couch and basically drags Wade into the room. They strip the rest of their clothes off on the journey to the bed, where Wade lays on top of Peter. Their cocks rubbing together as he covers Peter's chest and neck in vicious hickeys. They never last long, Wade really wishes they wouldn't heal so quickly.
Wade grinds down on Peter's cock, sucking on one of his nipples as Peter keeps whining and begging him to just pound into him already. They're both making desperate sounds as Peter cums, their stomachs and cocks both covered in his seed. Wade slowly stills his hips, panting with bruised lips before slipping off the bed to fetch the lube from his nightstand drawer.
"You're sure?" He asks out of breath, standing over Peter with a throbbing erection in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other.
"Yes! Please!" Peter lets him flip him over onto his hands and knees on the bed.
"I'm not skimping on prep," he grumbles, cold lube making Peter's hole pucker. He starts slow, almost painfully slow, pumping his middle finger in and out of Peter until there's no resistance. He adds his ring finger and Peter arches into it, whispering filth into the pillow. A third finger and Peter's practically demanding Wade to just get to his damn cock already. He's more than prepped enough! Wade keeps pumping his fingers though, his other hand now stroking Peter's cock in the same rhythm he fingers him.
He rocks his hips back and forth, backing up into the fingers and dragging his dick through Wade's massive hand. He cums again after nearly twenty minutes of this, he doesn't stop moving his hips though. Sloshing his half hard cock in the mess in Wade's hand and groaning unapologetically each time Wade's fingers brush against his prostate.
"Wade, I'm ready!" He spits back at him over his shoulder.
"I know," he chuckles, "but watching you fuck my hands is really hot, way too hard to look away from it let alone stop! Keep shaking that sexy ass for me baby boy, please?" His fingers curl slightly and Peter moans low and throaty.
"I want your cock Wade, please I'm fucking begging you!" He's down on his elbows, face in the pillow as he thrusts his ass against Wade's hand harder and faster, "I want to feel full with you, please!"
"Okay, I'm trying! It's sooooo hard to take my hands off you though!" Wade whines, giggling at the dirty look he gets from over Peter's shoulder. Finally, he pulls his fingers out and lets go of Peter's now fully erect dick. Peter watches Wade stroke his own cock, making sure it's as slick as possible before attempting to put it inside of him.
Wade's on his knees now, slapping his cock on Peter's hole teasingly, "Wade!" Peter whines, but he doesn't give in just yet. First he spreads Peter's cheeks, pressing his burning hot length between them before squeezing Peter's ass around his shaft. He moans giddily as he slides his cock through his crack, he humps against him for a few moments as Peter whines for him to "just fucking do it already!" He presses the head to his entrance, slowly dipping into the sopping wet mess of lube it's become, "yes! Fucking finally," Peter gasps as the head enters him.
"Wait baby," Wade holds Peter's hips still as he tries to rock back into him, "let me go slow, I promise it will feel really good," he whispers before inching in further. He whimpers and mewls as Wade penetrates him inch by delicious inch, it takes him a full three minutes before he's completely buried inside, "feel full yet?" He murmurs in Peter's ear, bent over the back of him.
"Feels so good," Peter slurs into the pillow, fists tight on the sheets and pulling them loose off the corners of the mattress.
"Does this feel good?" He teases as he pulls his hips back a couple of inches before slamming right back into him.
"Fuck, yes!" He yells, arching his back and trembling underneath Wade.
"I can fucking feel your ass recoiling, holy shit," Wade mumbles as he starts a nice steady rhythm, his cock angrily throbbing inside of Peter. His arms wrap around his middle, forehead pressed against the back of his head as he kisses and sucks on his neck between moans. Now that he's not holding Peter's hips still they're rocking into each other perfectly in sync. The room is filled with wet slapping and moaning.
"Fuck, you're so amazing," Peter whines, "feels so good, you feel so good!" His words slur together, one of Wade's hands pumping his cock again as he picks up speed thrusting into him. He's not going full force, but he's nearing it. Peter's legs are slowly giving out, he can't even feel his thighs anymore as Wade fucks into him vigorously.
"Baby boy! Oh my god, fuck!" Wade is mumbling incoherently against his neck, telling him just how good it feels inside him, how sexy he is, how he wants to feel his ass squeezing him forever, "yes, oh fucking yes," he bites down hard into Peter's shoulder and the brunette cums as he collapses, legs spread wide as Wade fucks him harder. Right on the edge of full force.
"Harder," Peter growls, rutting into the wet mess on the mattress, "fucking destroy me Wade!"
"Fuck!" It's rough, banging so hard against Peter he can feel his ass bruising. Wade's hips collide aggressively against him, he's holding Peter's waist tightly and biting into his shoulder again. It's intense, but Peter refuses to pass out again. This is amazing, the most amazing feeling he's ever experienced. He has to prove to Wade he can handle it. He can handle even more than this.
Without warning Wade cums inside of him, it doesn't stop his pounding. The cum only helps keep his hole wet as Wade sits up and fucks into him from a new angle, hitting even deeper spots that make Peter scream. He's clawing at the undone sheets, Wade's tugging his hair back and growling out how good he's making him feel.
"You're ass is fucking perfect", "I'm going to burn the shape of my cock into your insides", "no one is ever going to fuck you but me", "you like that baby? You like when I fuck you hard like that?", The filth never stops pouring from his lips.
He angles Peter's hips back up so he can stroke his cock again, gripping it tightly as he pumps it unforgivingly. He's overstimulated and vibrating under Wade, just babbling out nonsense and moans. When Wade pulls out and forces Peter onto his back he just smiles stupidly up at him before the larger man crashes down into him, kissing messy and sloppy as he lines himself back up and thrusts hard into him. Peter growls into his mouth and bites down on Wade's bottom lip.
"Gonna cum for me again?" Wade moans, stroking Peter's abused cock, slowing his thrusts to focus on it, "how many times are you going to spill for me baby?"
"I, uh, fuhh, ba, uh," Peter can't form a single word, looking up at Wade through his lashes and absolutely getting devoured by pleasure. His arms slowly raise and loop around the larger man's shoulder, a slight tug and Wade's kissing him again. Deep and passionate. They both cum again, Wade's hips finally still to a stop, cock just sputtering inside Peter as they make out. When he pulls out Peter's hole makes a disgustingly wet noise that makes him cringe a bit.
"You okay?" Wade mumbles, gently stroking his cheek and looking him over with a slightly worried look in his beautiful brown eyes.
"I've never been better," each word takes a lot of effort, but Peter manages to breath out the complete sentence with an ear to ear smile on his face. A few more soft kisses before Wade picks him up, carrying him to the bathroom before sitting him on the toilet.
"Give me one minute, okay baby boy?" Wade whispers against the shell of his ear before turning to run water into the tub. It's warm and inviting as Peter steps into it, Wade following behind. The larger man lays back in the tub full of warm soapy water, Peter in front of him back to his chest and breathing shaky. Fucked out of his mind, Peter let's Wade clean him thoroughly. It's a little hazy, mind a bit scattered as Wade uses his finger to extract the mess in his ass. Peter just hums in response to whatever Wade is babbling on about. Something about how he shouldn't have waited that long to fuck him. Peter agrees.
After the bath they lay in bed, both exhausted and blissed out. Warm cuddles, gentle kisses, giggling here and there like giddy virgins who just finally turned in their v cards. Peter falls asleep first, tucked into Wade's arms and mumbling 'I love you' against his chest.
After Peter's twentieth birthday he and Ned move into their new place together, Deadpool reluctantly helping them move furniture up the stairs for them. It started out a little awkward, but both Wade and Ned are endless chatterboxes so conversation persisted and they ended the day with a few inside jokes they refused to explain to Peter. No matter how cutely he pouted at Wade.
For once things for Peter Parker were going so well, so unbelievably perfectly. An apartment with his best friend, a boyfriend that literally couldn't be any more amazing, half way through college and ready to take on the whole damn world. Everything is going right for Peter Parker, joyful bliss surrounding him constantly. Maybe things weren't exactly perfect, but they didn't need to be. Sure there were still hiccups, still moments that felt like the world was closing in on him, but it only took a squeeze to his hand, a playful joke, maybe even a few inappropriately timed slaps to his ass, and he was reminded things are actually good. Peter Parker is happy, living his best life, and he knows exactly when things started going right for him. Even if he would change a few things that led up to where he is now, he wouldn't let anyone take away where it ended up.