Chapter Text
They tell you not to plan too far,
But I'm already miles ahead, and I intend to be wherever you are,
Don't know what's got a hold of me,
It's greater than gravity,
They tell you not to plan too far, but we are.
—Barenaked Ladies, Did I Say That Out Loud?
“Wade, Wade, Wade.”
Peter scrambled over the back of the couch and plopped gracelessly into the seat next to Wade with a wide grin on his face.
“What, what, what?” Wade loved that expression on Peter. The way his eyes lit up meant he found something he just couldn't wait to share. It was even an endearing expression when it meant waking him up at 8am or, like now, interrupting him while he was cleaning his guns.
Peter's phone was shoved in his face as soon as the younger man realized he'd secured Wade's attention. “Look.”
Wade blinked and leaned back, the better to see the image Peter had pulled up. It was a picture of a woman's bare back with 10 silver rings pierced through her skin in two neat lines a few inches to either side of her spine. A strip of pink fabric was pulled through the rings and tied off at the bottom, reminding Wade of shoelaces. He glanced between the picture and Peter's excited face a few times. “Pretty?” He offered.
“Right?” Peter pressed himself against Wade's side as he swiped through several other pictures, all showing people pierced in a similar manner. A woman with the piercings along her thighs, a man whose forearms were decorated with rainbow fabric, etcetera and so on. “They're called corset piercings,” Peter explained. “Obviously they're intended to be temporary, just really shallow piercings, but they're really fun looking and you can do all kinds of creative things with them.”
“Uh-huh,” Wade agreed as Peter showed him a few examples of people creating more intricate designs with different colors of ribbon, or lacing patterns, or a combination of both.
And yeah, these were, in fact, pretty cool. A few of the pictures sent an itch of unease down his neck—why would someone lace their arms together?—but most of them were fine. He wasn't sure he totally Got™ Peter's apparent fascination with them, but far be it from him to rain on the guy's parade.
However, judging by how quickly Peter deflated in front of him, his less than enthusiastic response wasn't what he'd been hoping for. “You're not interested at all, are you?”
“I'm not… not interested?” His spider's shoulders slumped further and he made to slide off the couch.
Oh! Shit! This hadn't been, “I found something cool and wanted to show my boyfriend” excited. This was, “I found something cool and I want to do it” excited.
“Woah, hey. Get back here, Spidey.” Wade hooked two fingers through one of Peter's belt loops and pulled him back to the couch. “That was my bad for totally missing the obvious. You want to…?” he gestured to the phone.
“Yeah. And I thought you might be interested, too—” Wade wasn't exactly a huge fan of needles, but the idea of a lacy little spider web on his back certainly held some appeal all the same. “—Since you like doing all kinds of colorful creative stuff with your hands. But it's ok that you aren't.”
“Wait, what?” Wade_Wilson.exe has stopped running. Please restart and try again. “You want me to put holes in you?”
“Like I said, it's not a big deal that you don't want to.”
“No, sorry. Let me rephrase. You trust me to put holes in you?”
Peter gave him a smile that he was never sure if he should feel offended by or not; it usually meant he'd said something that Peter found ridiculous and bordering on stupid, but in a cute way.
“Why wouldn't I? You're literally the best person I know at putting holes in people.”
“Oh, Petey-pie.” Wade cupped Peter's face between his hands. “That's in the top five sweetest-slash-dumbest things you've ever said.”
“Shut up,” Peter gave him a playful shove. “What beats that?”
“Probably asking me to move in.”
“Pfft. How else was I going to afford an apartment without taking on another job? Being a masked vigilante doesn't exactly bring in cash.”
Wade shrugged. “It could. You need a better marketing team.”
“I don't have a marketing team.”
“There you go. Nowhere to go but up.”
Peter laughed and shook his head. “You're so difficult.”
“Yeah, but me and my creative hands are worth it, right?” He winked.
The expression of almost manic delight returned as quickly as it has faded. “Does that mean you want to do it?”
Wade hummed and released Peter's face. He stroked his chin, playing at being lost in thought. “I suppose I'd be willing to do some research. Neither needles nor non-lethal are exactly–Damn it, I lost the alliteration.”
“Wade.”
“I'm better at swords and stabbing and… and… fuck it.” He huffed and crossed his arms. “I'm good at the killing sorts of holes. Never really tried too hard at making not-killing holes. And definitely not fun ones. Well. Fun for the other person.”
“Right.” Peter nodded. “I, uh, may have already been looking some stuff up? Possible supplies, techniques, things like that.”
“Ooooh! Show me!”
—∞—
When he had told Peter to, “Go ahead and get comfortable,” Wade hadn't expected him to strip naked before draping himself over the towels they'd laid on the bed.
“That's hardly Best Practices, kiddo.”
“Dude, I haven't gotten sick since I was 15. I don't think using sterile needles a foot away from my bare ass is going to do the trick.” As though he could feel Wade's glare, which, hell, maybe he could, Peter continued. “I took a shower and everything. I'm as squeaky clean as I'm gonna get without access to a decontamination tent.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Wade was pretty sure Peter was right. And while he was always happy to tease him about his lesser healing factor, he'd never actually seen the guy get sick.
“Besides, what if I'm all horny and desperate when you're done? You really want to deal with underwear and pants in that situation?”
Wade snorted at the matter-of-fact tone Peter had managed. “Pervert,” he teased.
“I am now, yeah,” Peter agreed, stretching out over the bed. “I'm pretty sure I was practically a blushing virgin when we started dating.”
“Shut up, you were not.”
“Pretty sure I was, yeah. You corrupted me.”
Wade rolled his eyes and shoved down the beginnings of guilt before it could get a foothold. He knew damned well that Peter didn't actually feel that way. And most of the time he believed it himself, too. “Yeah, I corrupted the guy walking around in skin-tight spandex that left nothing to the imagination. Have you seen the blogs, Pete? They go back years . And I gotta say, their estimates of how spectacular your junk is were pretty spot on.”
He could only see part of Peter's face from where he was standing next to the bed, but the adorable red flush along the back of his neck was unmistakable. Score!
“And more than a few started speculating on some creative ways you might use that whole sticking-to-walls thing,” he continued as he double checked their supplies on the folding table he'd set up before sitting down on the bed himself. “Don't worry, though, none of them were ever as creative about it as you.”
“Oh my God,” Peter muttered into the bed. “Please tell me those blogs have shut down.”
“Not the one I write.”
“That's not funny.”
“I only say flattering—”
“Wade.” Peter shoved himself up on his forearms to glare at him. “I seriously can't tell if you're kidding or not.”
“Aww, Baby Boy.” Wade leaned over and gave him an apologetic kiss. He hadn't meant to actually upset him. “Yeah, I'm just messing with you. Uh, about me having a blog. About you. I do have a blog, and the other ones I mentioned did actually exist, but the internet has mostly moved on to creeping on new targets.”
Peter let out a sigh of relief and dropped back down. “What do you blog about?”
Wade grabbed the violet skin marker from the table and popped off the cap. He was confident he could do this just by sight, but better safe than sorry. He'd hate to mess up his spider's beautiful skin with something like a crooked piercing. “Different things,” he said as he started the lines of dots along Peter's back.
He'd been given permission to, “Do whatever he wanted,” which was a terrible thing to offer him. Mostly because that just gave him far too many options to try to pick through. So he'd had to make the executive decision to just start simple. Two columns of four. Peter had actually pouted when he told him his plan.
Explaining that he wanted to be sure he knew what he was doing before trying a more complicated design next time had changed Peter's tune immediately.
“Sometimes I write about traveling.” He ran a gloved finger up Peter's spine just to watch his muscles twitch under it. “Or about when we test out recipes and you get all nerdy about it.”
Peter's calm smile lasted until he heard Wade open the packaging for the first needle. His next several breaths sounded very intentional. Slow and deep, trying to calm himself back down.
“You're ok, Pete. We can stop at any time if you decide you want to.”
“Kay,” was all Peter gave him before returning to his breathing.
“I know it's kind of late to ask, but have you ever had anything pierced before?”
“Depends on your definition.” The fingers of Peter's right hand drummed against the bed.
“Which means?”
“I've been stabbed a few times.”
“Oh, ok. Good news: this shouldn't feel like that at all.”
The hand stilled. “How do you know?”
“Because I've been stabbed. And practiced this on myself a few times. Totally different. Now talk to me about something else before you psych yourself out.”
“Like what?”
“Anything interesting happen at work lately?”
Peter groaned. “My boss is an asshole.”
Wade chuckled as he pinched the first bit of skin. “You knew that before you went to work for The Bugle though. You'll get no sympathy from me.”
“No, I knew he was a jerk. But he's the most entitled self-important cock—fuuuck.” Peter gasped out the swear as Wade threaded the needle through his skin.
“Cock-fuck, huh? I'll have to use that one.”
“Babe. Holy shit.”
“Yep. You alright?”
“There's a needle in me.”
He sounded so stunned that Wade had a hard time not laughing at him. “Sure is. Want me to put the ring in or just take the needle out?”
Peter was quiet long enough that Wade started to worry that he'd somehow actually injured him. “Ring,” he finally decided.
“Scared the shit out of me,” Wade grumbled, passing the ring through the shallow tunnel in Peter's skin.
He wasn't able to cajole Peter back into the discussion about Jameson, or what he'd done most recently to earn Peter's ire.
“I want to pay attention this time,” he explained.
“Alright, we'll do it your way.”
The second piercing drew out a soft whine and a full body shiver from Peter.
“Does that feel good?”
“I don't know how to answer that,” Peter admitted. “Like, I want to say no, because it hurts, right?”
“Sure.”
“It does, though. A lot. But it's also… Um…”
Wade refused to laugh as Peter stumbled and struggled through whatever path of self-discovery he'd found. He also wasn't going to help provide any words for it, though. Instead he just listened while Peter babbled his way in circles through piercings three and four.
There. If Peter needed to stop, they officially had enough to at least do something small. Anything else would have wound up leaving Peter feeling disappointed in himself.
Peter squirmed as he gathered up the skin for the next piercing. “Can we take a little break?” He asked in a rush.
“Yeah, of course.” He dropped the skin and set aside the needle he'd picked up. Wade let his hand rest on the small of Peter's back and used his thumb to knead small circles into a tensed muscle. “You want to walk me through what you're feeling, Itsy-Bitsy?”
“I'm feeling um, a lot?” Peter offered. Wade watched as he squirmed and stretched, the movements shifting and pulling at the rings in his back. “It's intense and it hurts but I'm also having fun? And it's actually turning me on and like. I don't know how to feel about that? Is it what you're doing? Is it that it's you doing it? Do I just really like piercings?”
“Wow, you really struggle with just sitting back and enjoying things, don't you?”
“No,” Peter crossed his arms and pillowed his head over them. “Is this weird?”
“Do you think it's weird?”
“I don't know.”
Wade ran his hand through Peter's hair and scratched at his scalp. “Does the fact that this is turning you on make you uncomfy, Sweetie?”
“I guess... no. Not really.” Peter pushed his head back against Wade's fingers. “What about you? Is this doing something for you?”
“Well, I have you naked and at my mercy,” Wade purred. “That always does something for me.”
Peter gave a soft chuckle. “Ok, I'm ready to keep going.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. We're halfway done, right?”
“Mmhmm.”
While pushing needles into Peter's body would probably never be one of his favorite pastimes, he could happily drink up his boy's reactions all day. The way he cried out and shuddered was more than enough to have Wade's dick interested in what was going on.
And when Peter allowed himself a half broken moan in response to piercing number six? Wade could only swear and take a moment to rein in his thoughts before sliding the sixth ring into its temporary home.
“You're doing so well, Petey-pie.” Plus, Wade was always happy when he got to indulge in their shared praise kink. “I know it hurts, but you're holding so still for me.”
He could see Peter panting through an open mouthed smile. He closed his eyes and groaned through number seven. Apparently he'd just needed permission to really enjoy this.
“Just one more, Sweetheart, then we're all done, and I can lace you up all pretty.”
Peter whined at his words and made a questioning noise.
“Sadly, I'm not a mind-reader. I'm gonna need you to use your words for me.”
It took a few seconds for Peter to blink his eyes back open. “Could you, uh.” He swallowed. “Could you do the last one… slowly?”
“Slowly.” Wade echoed. He wasn't an expert by any means, but he was pretty sure there was a reason that you did piercings quickly. And that one of them was to keep the pain sudden and minimize potential damage and suffering. So going slow wouldn't feel good… Huh. “When did you become such a little masochist, Petey?”
His Spidey flailed until he could burrow his face under his arm and he let out an embarrassed groan. Oh no, that just wouldn't do.
“I didn't say no,” Wade said evenly. “If you want to try it, I'm here to help.” He pulled up the last bit of marked skin, pinching it between his fingers until Peter jerked under him. “But I need you to communicate with me here.”
Peter slowly uncovered his face. “You're not freaked out?”
“Nope. Well. It surprised me. I wasn't expecting you to want anything that could like… hurt-hurt.”
“Me either,” Peter muttered.
“But you do want that?”
“I think so. I mean, I don't know if I'll like it, but I like the idea.”
Wade hummed thoughtfully. “And you want to find out right now?”
“Well, like, I'm already kind of horny. And this is the last one. So if I don't like it, that doesn't mean all is lost, you know?”
“Yeah, I hear you.” He wished he had a free hand to pet or stroke his lover. “We can give it a try.”
So, going against every “do it fast so it doesn't hurt” instinct Wade possessed, the last needle punched through Peter's skin with slow even pressure.
Peter's eyes were clenched close and his breathing came out ragged. But he didn't jerk away or tell Wade to stop. He just laid still and took the pain.
It was only once the needle stopped moving that he let out a long slurred, “Fuuuuuck.”
“Everything you hoped it would be?” Wade asked as he threaded the last ring into place.
“Hurt,” Peter grunted into his arm.
“No shit. Did it hurt in a good way?” Despite all appearances, Wade was no masochist. He greatly preferred to avoid pain, thank you very much. But if he tried to claim he didn't have any sort of sadistic streak, well… There were a lot of Bad people who would know he was lying. They were dead, of course, but still.
He'd just never put any thought into allowing that part of himself anywhere near the bedroom. Or Peter. But if his Spidey wanted to explore this flavor of kink, Wade was inclined to explore it with him.
“I think so?” Peter offered. “I don't uh… Yeah, I liked it.”
“Ok then.”
Wade shuffled down Peter's body until he could lean down and lick at the drops of blood that had collected around the piercings.
Peter yelped and squirmed as Wade lapped at his skin. And when Wade licked a long slow stripe up Peter's back, he was practically vibrating by the end of it.
“I’m going to make you all pretty now, Baby Boy.”
He took his time with the dark red lace—closer in color to the red of his suit than the vibrancy of Peter's. Feeding and weaving it through the rings wasn't difficult, but he didn't want to pull against the shallow piercings before he was ready to.
When he did work on pulling the lacing tight, he found there wasn't as much resistance as he'd expected. “I need to steal Otto's arms to make this look how I want,” he complained lightly.
He wasn't sure that Peter really heard him over the sound of his own panting breaths, and he didn't respond to his hilarious commentary.
Once Wade had finished tying the ribbon into a nice bow he plucked at the ribbon and watched Peter jerk under him.
“Look at you, all dressed up and nowhere to go. That's such a shame, isn't it Petey? Maybe we should have a photoshoot of you like this. Oooh, or we could leave the piercings in for a few days. Go find a nice club where we can show you off?”
Peter's breathing shifted at the suggestions.
“One of those sound good, Baby?”
“Um,” Peter swallowed. “Can I see it?”
Wade was happy to help Peter to his feet and guide him to their bathroom so that he could admire the rings and ribbon that decorated his back.
“Pretty,” Peter smiled at the sight.
“Very pretty,” Wade agreed.
Peter wrapped his arms around Wade's neck and pulled him down for a soft kiss. “Thank you. For this.”
Wade pulled him closer. “You're welcome,” he murmured into his mouth.
He pulled back and glanced down at Peter's half-hard dick. “Want some help with that?”
Peter blinked before following Wade's gaze. “Nah,” he said simply before pressing forward to return to Wade's arms. “Could we just, like… chill?”
“Of course.”
They returned to the bed. Peter stretched out on his stomach and Wade curled on his side, running his hands gently over Peter's back.
“Love you,” Peter slurred, starting to drift off.
“Love you too, Petey.”
“Should do this again soon.”
“Definitely.”