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''There's my favourite spider.''
Peter looks up from the view, his feet dangling lazily over the edge of the building he's situated on. Deadpool takes a seat next to him and rips of his mask, throwing it carelessly to the side. The action makes Peter's belly flutter with happiness.
Wade wraps his arm around Peter's waist to pull them flush before he presses a sloppy kiss against Peter's head.
''Hi, Petey.''
''Hi, Pool.''
''I'm just putting out there that I spend the last hour rescuing a cat from a tree. Zero blood and minimum punching.''
Peter frowns. ''You punched a cat?''
''No.'' Wade's eyes flicker between Peter's face and the sky, a small tick he does whenever the boxes talk to him. It's proven when Wade rolls his eyes and mutters a quiet 'shut up'. The superhero huffs out a laugh and smooths his still gloved hand over Wade's head.
Their eyes meet and Peter can feel his breath catch in his throat. The tension built until Wade's eyes flicker down to Peter's lips and the younger superhero looks away. Wade doesn't comment on it aside from softly squeezing Peter's waist.
This thing between them has been brewing for so long Peter can't even remember how long exactly. Wade keeps flirting to make sure Peter knows he's interested (and he knows, okay?) and Peter keeps shying away despite being interested as well.
And it's not like Peter is afraid he'll get rejected. Wade is as interested as anyone can be. He knows that Wade worships the ground he walks on and he'll do everything to make Peter happy. He's scared of something much more mundane.
How hard would Wade laugh if he'd knew Peter is a virgin deadly afraid of having sex?
Probably so hard he cracks a rib.
''Earth to Spidey.'' Gloved fingers snap in front of his face and pull him out of his thoughts. Peter blinks until Wade's face comes back into view, a worried scowl present. ''Are you okay? You were gone for a minute.''
Peter nods and swallows thickly, trying to ignore the nervous flutter of his heart because Wade's hand keeps rubbing the small of his back.
''I'm fine. Just .. thinking.''
''Want me to take your mind of things?'' Wade's voice drops suggestively, his hand slowly creeping to Peter's hip. The movement sets his nerves on fire and before his head can catch up with his actions, Peter's body already jumped up and took a step back to create space.
Wade looks a second away from apologizing but Peter gives him no chance. Words tumble from his mouth like word-vomit.
''I should go. There's-'' He almost trip over the edge of the building if it wasn't for Wade quickly grabbing his wrist, preventing him from actually falling. An awkward laugh rips from Peter's chest. ''Would you look at that, almost broke my neck there. I'm gonna go, yeah. That seems like something I- okay. Yup.''
''Are you okay?'' The mercenary reaches for him but Peter takes a step back. He tries to ignore the hurt flickering over Wade's face.
He fails.
''I'm fine. I just remember something that I have to do, and. Okay. I'll see you later.''
Peter throws himself down from the ledge and webs away before Wade can come up with a verbal answer.
**
Two weeks pass wherein they don't see each other.
Peter waited for Wade on their rooftop but he never showed up. He wanted to call but chickened out at the last second, angrily pushing down on the 'end call' button before it could actually connect. During patrols he desperately waited for the other man to show up, hope simmering down with every passing day.
He's angry at himself for ruining the thing he had with Wade. Whatever it was.
If he'd be more of an adult (which, he is. He just doesn't like to act like one.) he'd go over to Wade's place to talk. But there's that small voice biting at the back of his brain, telling him Wade would have come over by now if he wanted to see him.
Which he didn't.
Normally Saturday evenings are spend by watching shitty movies while eating too much pizza with Wade by his side. Peter isn't ashamed to admit he misses his favourite mercenary with a mouth. Not that he knows of a lot of those.
Peter flinches when a knock at his front door sounds, drilling through his thoughts and pulling him back to the present. He blinks his worries about Wade away to see Pretty Little Liars glaring at him from his TV screen. He has half a mind to notice how pretty Aria her shoes are.
Another knock comes at the door, sounding more hesitant this time.
He drags his body away from the comfort of his couch and blanket, shuffling to the front door to tell the person who's behind it to fuck off so he can sulk in peace.
Except he didn't expect it to be Wade visiting him, the hood of his hoodie pulled over his head and a bouquet of sunflowers tightly grasped between his hands.
For a minute there is only silence whereas they stare at each other. It has only been two weeks but Peter missed Wade so much, it physically hurts to look at him.
''Hi-''
''I'm sorry-''
They laugh, a tad too awkward for Peter's liking, before he gestures for Wade to go first.
''I'm sorry for going MIA the past few weeks. I've been busy with-'' Wade frowns, tilting his head as if listening to the boxes. ''Hate it when you're right.'' he mumbles, ''Anyway. I had no time to let you know I would be gone for a while and since Iceland apparently has no fucking proper signal-''
Peter frowns in confusion, not really understanding what Wade is talking about. Luckily he doesn't have to ask because Wade interrupts his own rambling by sticking his arm out, sunflowers brushing Peter's chest.
He smiles softly as he takes them, can't help but feel a little weak in the knees. ''You brought me flowers.''
''Your favourites.'' Wade states.
''Thank you.''
''Sure.''
Peter jerks his head to the side, quietly telling Wade to come inside. As soon as Wade is inside the hood comes off and Peter makes sure to show his appreciation by brushing his knuckles down the back of Wade's neck.
Their eyes meet and that same feeling from before returns. When they were standing on top of that roof and Peter was sure Wade was going to kiss him. He doesn't know why he keeps shying away, why his belly starts twisting with anxiety every time Wade does as much as look at him.
Because you know Wade wants to kiss you. His brain whispers, Because you know Wade wants to do way more than just kissing.
He breaks their gaze and swallows thickly, trying to push down the tears burning at the back of his eyes. Sometimes he really hates his over-active brain for setting his nerves on fire without having any legitimate reason to.
Maybe Wade can sense something is wrong. Maybe he doesn't want to make things awkward or maybe he simply doesn't notice. But somehow he doesn't comment on Peter's behaviour. Instead he gasps loudly and forces Peter to look up.
Wade points at the TV and clutches his chest with his other hand.
''Are you watching Pretty Little Liars without me? How dare you, Peter Parker!'' Wade shrieks, shaking his head as if he's deeply disappointed in Peter. ''You know how much I love watching Caleb.''
''I do.'' Peter snorts, ''Every time his face pops on the screen you start drooling.''
''I resent that.''
Peter rolls his eyes but he's smiling. ''We can just start this episode from the beginning. I wasn't really watching anyway.''
''Too busy thinking of me, Petey-Pie?''
Heat pricks at the back of his neck, forcing Peter to roll his eyes. Luckily Wade doesn't push any further. He casually jumps over the back of the couch and wraps a blanket around his broad shoulders while Peter makes quick work of putting the sunflowers inside a vase with some water. He'll deal with them later.
With two drinks in his hands Peter finds his way to Wade, placing them on the coffee table before joining Wade on the couch. Wade lifts his arm as an invite and Peter takes it by cuddling up against his side, ignoring the nervous thrum in his blood.
This whole thing is so confusing.
Because Peter wants to kiss Wade. He wants to hold his hand and cuddle on the couch together, go on dates, share sleepy cuddles on Sunday mornings.
It's the sex-part that scares him.
And it's not like Peter doesn't want to have sex with Wade, he does. Yet a tiny part of his brain forces him to feel unnecessarily scared. That tiny voice a constant reminder that Wade is much more experienced than him, that Wade doesn't want to waste his time with showing Peter the ins and outs of sex, that it will hurt-
''-so of course I wondered if she had any braincells left after asking such a fucking dumb question, because honestly who in their right mind would ask-''
Peter only registers half the words Wade is saying, although he feels slightly ashamed that he's not listening, before his mouth decides to talk before his brain can actually catch up.
''Wade?''
The merc stops talking and blinks slowly. A small, confused smile pulls at the corners of his lips. Peter has to look away in order for him to speak up again. He doesn't think he can keep going if he has to look Wade in the eyes.
''Were you nervous? For your first time.'' Peter asks quietly.
The wheels inside Wade's head are visibly turning. ''If this is about my first time going to Aruba with Logan, that was not my idea and he was the one insisting that I-''
''No.'' He can't help but laugh weakly, a part of him relieved that Wade is being his usual, chaotic self. ''I mean your first time having sex.''
Wade frowns, suddenly looking adorably confused. ''I'm not sure what to say.''
''It was a stupid question anyway, forget I said anything.'' Peter shies away from Wade's touch, shame burning low inside his belly.
''No no no no no no, wait.'' Wade reaches out and brushes his fingertips over Peter's arm. Goosebumps arise under the touch. ''I'm sorry, I didn't mean it in a bad way. What do you wanna know?''
''Nothing, I just-'' Peter sighs, ''I don't know.''
''D'you have a girlfriend that you're worried about?'' Wade's eyes widen slightly. ''Is there a girlfriend I should worry about?''
''No.''
''A boyfriend? Oh my God, please don't tell me there's someone else!''
''No.''
''I'm just going to blame this on my shrivelled, fried brain, but I don't really get why you're worried about having sex when there's no one in the picture to have sex with.''
Peter shrugs weakly, picking at the skin on his fingers. Nerves are biting at the bottom of his stomach and somehow he feels more insecure than he ever felt.
''My darling Spidey.'' Wade shuffles closer on the couch and carefully wraps a strong arm around his waist. No matter how much of a goofball Wade is, he always knows when Peter needs the more serious side of him. ''What is this really about, hm?
''I'm scared you don't want me because I'm a scared virgin, basically.'' Peter murmurs.
''What? Why would you even think that?''
''Because I like you and I know you like me, too. But I'm nervous I'll ruin everything because the thought of sex scares me to death and I'm not even sure if I can get over that. You're so experienced and then there's .. me.''
''Excuse you? Don't talk about my favourite superhuman in spandex like that, thank you very much.'' Wade scoffs as if he's actually insulted. ''I don't think you realise how much I'm into you. Have you heard me about your ass? Poetry-worthy.''
''And that's the whole problem. How is this going to work if maybe you never get close to my ass, at all?''
Wade's eyes soften and make Peter feel weirdly flustered. It's not a look he's familiar with but he could get familiar with. When Wade looks so sweet at him it makes his stomach squirm pleasantly.
''Then I'll be more than happy to pat your ass once a week, preferably on Wednesday, if it means I get to hold and kiss you.''
''Really?'' Peter can't help but tear up a bit, laughing wetly as Wade kisses the tip of his nose.
''Really really.''
Stress leaks between the cracks now the hardest part of their conversation is over. Peter is grateful for Wade being so understanding, even if it may seem like he's mostly joking. And he is joking, when is he not?, but Peter always knew how to read between the lines when it comes to Wade.
''Will you kiss me, then? Please?'' Peter asks, the nerves now replaced by butterflies. It's a feeling he would like to get used to.
Wade wastes no more time with a verbal answer, instead he reaches out to cup Peter's face and pull him closer. His scarred hands are weirdly tender but Peter is not complaining. Every insecurity slips away when their lips meet in a soft yet firm kiss.
They keep kissing until their lips are sore and their eyes are crusty with sleep.
**
Peter never knew it would feel like this to be loved by Wade.
Of course Gwen loved him, and he will always love her, and they were a couple but somehow it's so different with Wade. Good different. They've been dating for a little over 5 months now and Peter falls harder with every passing day.
Wade is always there when Peter returns from work to greet him with a hug and a kiss, squeezing their bodies together so tightly it takes the breath away from Peter's lungs.
On the hard days Wade will curl his own body around Peter's when he can't get out of bed, holding him close and telling him everything will be okay.
Every time Wade comes back from a secret mission (aka, a mission Peter doesn't want to know the details about) he brings flowers, like clockwork. They vary in type and colours and there's always a tiny card with something sweet written on it in Wade's messy handwriting.
They argue, of course they do, but they never actually fight. It's because they care about each other so deeply that they worry, which results in arguments about the other one's safety. It certainly doesn't help that they both think they're invincible.
Being a superhuman does that to you.
But then there are the dates where Wade holds doors open and they go to small restaurants, eating delicious food with their legs tangled together underneath the table. Lazy Sunday spend curled up on the couch with tons of food and crappy movies. Wade begging for a 'Spider-Man kiss' whenever he has the chance. Peter always giving in despite all the blood rushing to his head.
Sex is still a sensitive subject.
Peter notices Wade is trying to be a gentleman, aside from the sexual jokes he keeps making. Whenever their kisses turn a bit too heated Wade makes sure to put some space between them. Sometimes his hands wander yet they always pull back quickly when he picks up on it.
And the thing is, Peter doesn't mind the touching so much but he appreciates Wade's effort. It makes him feel safe and taken care of.
He's not ashamed to admit that it gets harder to resist Wade the longer they're together.
Peter always thought Wade is sexy but the fear of sex always held him back. It still does, but somehow the fear reduced somewhat due to Wade's gentle manners. There are still nerves present during moments when they're making out and things grow heated, but he's slowly learning to adapt to the idea of Wade touching him.
It doesn't help that his super-hearing picks up on it when Wade touches himself.
Wade usually gets off in the shower when he's alone. He tries to be quiet about it, and he is, it's not his fault that Peter's stupid ears can hear every single hitch in his breathing, every shaky inhale, every soft curse leaving his chest when he touches himself just right.
Part of Peter feels guilty for not sharing that part with Wade. A bigger part always gently reminds him he doesn't owe Wade anything if it doesn't feel right.
He wants to. He's just scared.
Peter jerks awake with a thumping heart and blood rushing through his ears. He doesn't know why he woke up, his body frozen with fear. Probably a nightmare. Luckily his head feels stuffed with cotton, making him unable to remember the dream even if he wanted to.
He takes a deep breath and forces his body to relax, the muscles strung painfully due to his nightmare. His heartbeat is slowing down as well and after that it doesn't take long before he feels calmer, the dream lingering at the edge of his consciousness, too far away to reach for.
Now he's awake and calm he immediately focusses on Wade. The merc is plastered to his back from head to toe. He's mumbling quietly in his sleep, warm breath fanning over the back of Peter's neck. A strong arm wrapped around his belly and their feet pressed together for warmth.
Peter shivers as Wade whispers something he doesn't catch, his lips brushing over his skin. The arm around his waist tightens before loosening again, followed by another mumble from Wade.
It's only when Peter carefully shifts that he feels it. His hips press backwards to get closer to Wade, followed by the feeling of something long and hard.
His heart stutters to a halt inside his chest.
That's-
Okay.
Peter forces himself to take a deep breath. Panicking won't get him anywhere.
He slowly shuffles forwards to create some space between them, but Wade immediately follows him like he always does. Even while asleep his whole being searches out Peter. In a second they're back stuck together and Wade's hips press against his ass again-
Wade moans softly in Peter's ear and heat surges through his belly.
''Wade?'' Peter whispers, softly tapping Wade's arm that's trapping him tightly to his front. The merc doesn't answer and Peter didn't expect him to. Wade takes hours to fall asleep but once he does, he falls into a death sleep.
Instead he pulls Peter impossibly closer and the same thing happens, only this time Wade grinds his arousal against Peter's ass.
His unconscious is obviously searching for release and Peter's not sure what to do. His own cock is starting to get interested as well, the shaky breaths and soft whines that Wade keeps breathing inside his ear only spur him on.
Arousal coils low and almost painfully inside his belly the more Wade gets into it. He knows he should wake Wade up, it would be the best thing to do, but he also doesn't want this to stop.
Wade seemingly doesn't have any trouble deciding what he wants. He's obviously still asleep despite his hips rolling against Peter in search of friction. Peter closes his eyes and can't help but push his hips backwards, biting his lip to stop any noise from coming out.
Now it's happening it's suddenly not as scary as Peter once thought. Sure, they're not having actual sex, but it's still having sex. There was a time wherein he thought he'd be terrified to even touch Wade's dick, let alone come it close to his ass. Yet here they are, with Wade grinding his hard cock against Peter's ass and instead of scared, Peter feels dizzy with arousal.
Peter's own dick is leaking steadily inside his boxers, the material sticky and wet against the head. He whimpers when Wade moans, louder this time, and the speed of his grinding picks up a bit. It's obvious he's close and suddenly there's nothing more Peter wants to do than help Wade reach that point.
''Wade.'' He whispers, reaching back to gently tap his cheek. ''Wade, wake up.''
His partner wakes up with a start. Wade's hips still and his whole body jerks before slowly relaxing.
''Pete? What-'' His hand pats gently over Peter's torso and arms as if his half-asleep brain is trying to make sure he's safe. ''Are you okay?''
Peter entwines their fingers and kisses the back of Wade's hand. ''I'm fine.''
''Why are you awake? Did you-''
It's only when Peter grinds his hips back against Wade's that he seems to realise the situation he's in. Wade chokes down a moan, but not before Peter picks up on it.
''Fuck, I didn't mean to- Shit, I'm sorry.'' Wade pleads, gently moving his hips back so they're not touching anymore. Peter immediately reaches back until his free hand hits Wade's waist, pulling him back until they're touching once more.
''Please keep going.'' Peter whimpers, can't help it, ''I want you to.''
Wade swallows thickly. ''I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable.''
''You won't, I promise. Please.''
''Okay.'' Wade's voice sounds wrecked, causing another burst of heat to surge through Peter's body. ''How d'you want me?''
''Can I touch you?''
''Yeah. 'Course you can, Petey-Pie.''
Peter can't help but smile at the nickname, squeezing Wade's hand softly. With his other hand he reaches back until his fingers find the bulge in Wade's sweatpants. Wade breathes shakily as Peter works over him, firmly palming over the head because it always drives him crazy when he does that to himself.
''This okay?'' He asks softly, smiling when Wade's lips brush over the shell of his ear.
''So okay.'' Wade laughs, followed by a groan as Peter presses the heel of his hand down more firmly. ''Can you turn around for me?''
Instead of answering Peter lets go of Wade so he can turn around, his heart swelling with the way Wade pulls him closer and presses a kiss against his nose.
''Y'know you don't have to do this.'' Wade reminds him gently, his hand smoothing over the planes of Peter's back. ''I can just go to the bathroom and rub one out. I've become very good friends with my right hand over the past few years. Actually with both of my hands but who's keeping score-''
''Wade.'' Peter snorts, ''Do you want me to touch your dick or not?''
''Yes, please.''
Peter snakes his hand down over Wade's stomach and tummy, brushing his fingers over the soft hairs low on Wade's belly before dipping them underneath the waistband of his joggers. Wade's cock is an unfamiliar weight in his palm yet it takes little to no time before it starts to feel comfortable.
He keeps his touches easy but firm, twisting his fist over the head before moving down again. Wade is leaking enough precum to help the movements going, just like Wade who keeps chasing Peter's fist.
Their lips meet in a kiss that's more tongue than actual kissing but Peter doesn't mind. Wade's moans and groans keep spurring him on, especially when he keens high in his throat whenever Peter's knuckles brush over his balls.
Wade pulls back but doesn't go far. Their lips are still brushing against each other as Peter works Wade over, both breathing heavy as the air between them grows thick with arousal.
Despite having no experience in giving guys a handjob, Peter feels like he isn't doing all too bad. It's just like getting himself off. His own dick is painfully hard in his own boxers but Peter doesn't even care. Not when he has Wade like this; beautifully falling apart under his hands.
''Fuck,'' Wade curses, choking out another moan, ''I'm so close.''
Peter's heart picks up the pace. ''Yeah?''
''Yeah. Fastest I've ever came in my life.''
''Liar.'' Peter can't help but laugh.
His lover laughs in return but it soon turns into another groan. Peter can't see Wade very clearly due to the dark but he can see just enough thanks to his senses. The lines of his mouth dropped open, the shapes of his eyes that are closed, the shadows around his cheekbones-
Suddenly Wade comes and more heat bursts through Peter's belly.
Wade isn't quiet about it as he comes undone. His cock pulses in Peter's hand, spilling ropes of sticky threads on his hand and his own stomach. Peter works him through it and allows Wade to kiss him again, swallowing his beautiful whines.
It seems hours before Wade stops coming. He's completely out of breath as he softly taps Peter's arm, quietly telling him he's getting too sensitive. Peter lets go of him but not before pressing another kiss against Wade's mouth.
''Was it .. okay?'' Peter can't help but ask, ''I know I'm not exactly an expert-''
''Are you kidding me? I feel like my brain leaked out of my dick just now.''
Peter huffs out a soft laugh. ''You're welcome.''
''Thank you, my dearest, darling, cutest Petey-Pie.'' Wade kisses him and pulls Peter closer until their hips meet. Peter's breath stutters, suddenly being reminded of his own neglected arousal.
''Well, well, well.'' Wade whispers, hands slowly making their way down until they reach Peter's hipbone and ass. ''Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?''
''You did not just say that.''
''I did. And I'm proud of it, thank you very much.'' His hand brushes over the swell of his ass. ''You want me to help you out with that?''
''Please.''
With permission Wade wastes no more time. It's obvious he's eager to touch Peter, greedy fingers find their way inside Peter's boxers before wrapping around his dick. Peter's body locks up with pleasure once Wade touches him and his breath cuts off, seemingly agreeing that it feels that much better now that it's Wade touching him instead of himself.
''God, you're hard.'' Wade points out quietly, rubbing a scarred thumb over the head. ''You got all riled up from getting me off, baby boy?''
Peter whines in agreement as his free hand find Wade's arm for leverage. It feels a little bit like he's dying, every nerve inside his body strung with arousal as the coil inside his tummy grows tighter with each stroke of Wade's fist.
''Don't worry, I'll take good care of you.''
His toes curl painfully with how Wade works him over, murmuring dirty promises inside his ear to help him fall over the edge. It feels like an embarrassing short time before Peter gasps out a warning and he comes, whimpering wetly against the skin of Wade's neck.
The merc keeps praising him as he helps him through his orgasm and Peter tries not to think too hard about the fact that it makes extra heat surge through his cock. Pleasure spreads out between his legs until it fades and Wade retreats his hand.
''There we go.'' Wade gives Peter a sloppy kiss. ''You okay?''
''Yeah. Tired.''
''Go back to sleep, Pete. I'll take care of the rest.''
Peter falls back asleep to the feeling of Wade kissing his forehead.
**
The morning after is particularly weird.
Peter wakes up alone, eyes still heavy with sleep and a faint headache brewing. Usually he gets headaches when his senses work overtime, something that definitely happened last night.
The thought of last night is what forces him out of bed to search for his partner.
He takes a shower first because he feels sticky even though it's obvious Wade cleaned him up last night. During his shower he spends most time trying not to daydream about last night but it's difficult. His body seems to crave more now its got a taste of what it's like when Wade touches him.
Once he changed into a clean pair of clothes he finds his way to the small living room and the attached kitchen. The apartment is nothing too fancy but he likes living here, his personal bubble where he can just be Peter instead of Spider-Man.
Peter finds Wade in the kitchen where he's flipping pancakes. He shuffles closer until he can plaster his front to Wade's muscled back, wrapping his arms around his waist for a hug.
''Morning.'' He kisses Wade's nape, nuzzling his nose there while he's at it.
In return Wade flips the last pancake on a plate before setting the pan aside and turning around. He's all soft edges and sleep rumpled when he smiles at Peter, doing all kinds of things to his poor heart.
''Moooorning.'' Wade sing-songs, hands coming up to rest on Peter's waist. ''How did my spider sleep?''
''Good. Although a few extra hours would have been nice.''
''Something interrupted you during the night?'' Wade grins, shying one hand over Peter's ass to give it a firm squeeze.
''The same thing that's pawing at my ass right now, yeah.''
''I remember my hand being somewhere entirely else. A bit more to the front, actually.''
Peter can feel heat rise to his cheeks so he rolls his eyes, but he can't stop the smile pulling at his mouth. He should have known it would be this easy with Wade. Even something serious like sex is easy, comforting. Wade doesn't make a big deal out of it to make sure Peter feels at ease, which he does.
He must have been quiet for a tad too long because Wade puts some space between them so he can properly inspect Peter's face. A worried scowl shadows over his features.
''Was it too much? I didn't realise that maybe you were too tired to realise what we were doing last night.''
''No,'' Peter shakes his head. ''I enjoyed it. It's just .. new. I'm still getting used to it.''
Wade hums in understanding. ''As long as you're okay with it.''
''I am. I just-'' He cuts himself off, nerves creeping back in. ''I'm still not sure if I'm ready for actual sex .. y'know.''
Peter pulls back and wraps his arms around himself, shame burning at the back of his neck. He feels stupid. One minute he's fine with jerking off his boyfriend and the next minute he gets nauseous with nerves when he thinks about having actual sex.
Wade doesn't let him go far as he carefully reaches out, wrapping an protective arm around his waist.
''Hey,'' He mumbles, clearly upset that Peter is feeling like this. ''just because we got off last night doesn't mean you owe me sex or anything. Even if you decided after last that sex is something you don't really enjoy, that's okay.''
Watery eyes find Wade's. ''Really?''
''Yes.'' The merc places his hand over Peter's cheek, forcing him to look at him properly while brushing his thumb over his cheekbone. ''Baby, sex is something we should enjoy whenever we both feel like it. If you're scared or just not ready or whatever it is, we don't have to do it.''
''Okay.'' Peter says, cringing a bit at how weak his voice comes out. It's not like him to feel this way and he must admit that he doesn't like it.
Last night was great and not one cell inside his body regrets it, but taking it further is still a step too far for him. And he knows it's okay to say no, he also knows that Wade will always accept that, yet he can't help but feel conflicted about the whole thing.
''Petey, look at me.''
He does, tilting his head until his eyes meet Wade's once more. Wade smiles softly at him and kisses his forehead. ''Do you feel uneasy about last night?''
Peter immediately shakes his head and curls closer to the safety of Wade's arms. ''No, I don't. I enjoyed touching you and I loved that you touched me back.''
''Okay.'' Wade is quiet for a moment, probably having a discussion with the boxes. Peter stays silent as well to grant him some room to think. ''How about we get comfortable in this stage first?''
''What do you mean?''
''Like, helping you get used to the whole touching thing. We can give each other handjobs since you seem to be enjoying those and feel comfortable with them. Then once you decide you feel comfortable enough to take a step further, we can do other stuff. I'm just saying that we don't have to jump into actual sex all at once.''
Peter gnaws at the inside of his cheek as he mulls over the idea. It's a good idea, is the thing. If they take it easy and step by step, he's sure he would feel less nervous when they reach the 'actual-sex-stage'. Yet it feels strange to ask such thing of Wade.
''I can't ask that of you. It would be like you're teaching me a subject.'' He says.
''Lucky for you I'm a straight-A student. I once got a golden star for my efforts.''
''I'm not sure if that's comforting or not.''
Wade grins, sharp like a wolf. ''Just you wait, Sweetums. Last night was only a snippet of what I can actually do.''
Peter swallows thickly, can't help it when Wade looks at him like this. With heat in his eyes and two strong hands that wrap around his waist.
''Is that a promise or a threat?'' He asks, forcing himself to stay still when Wade bends forwards until his lips brush over the shell of his ear.
''Both.''