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It was quiet tonight. Almost too quiet.
Spiderman sat on the rooftop of one of the many abandoned buildings in New York, people watching. However people watching became quite boring when no one was getting mugged or threatened for some low level drug. Not that he wanted people to get attacked, life was just more exciting when they did. Even more so in the winter, turns out chasing criminals really warms you up.
The spider sighed as he laid down against the cool brick of the building trying to see the quiet night as a blessing rather than anything else.
He closed his eyes and attempted to relax for once in his life.
He was very much unsuccessful.
Now, Spiderman knew that sleeping in a binder was not what you would call “healthy” but it wouldn’t be the first time. Late nights of heavy crime fighting, just flopping in your bed the second you got home was almost inevitable.
It was different this time. Something was bothering him and it wasn’t his restricted breathing.
“Heya Spidey!”
Ah. There it is.
Spider Man groaned as he sat up, hearing his back crack as he did so. He really needed to fix his posture.
He turned to look behind him and saw an unfairly muscular man in a red suit standing on the rooftop.
“What do you want now, Pool?”
“You are always so mean to me.” Deadpool whined. “I wanted to come see you, make sure you didn’t miss me too much.”
“You wish.” Spiderman mumbled. “I was wondering why it was so quiet tonight, looks like I found the reason.”
Deadpool plopped himself next to the spider, tried and failed to give him a hug.
“Come on baby boy, physical touch is my love language.”
“Oh well, why didn’t you say so earlier?” Spiderman said, raising his fist.
“Okay. Okay sorry.”
The heroe sighed before asking, “Why are you here?”
“I wanted to see you <3”
Spiderman's eyes narrowed.
“It’s true!” Pool exclaimed. “I also have a request.”
Now Spiderman was really suspicious. “A request? A request for what?”
“Weeeeell,” The merc began. “Remember that time I saved your life from that weird villain that shot lasers out of his wee wee?”
“Please don’t call it a wee wee.” He interrupted.
“Anyways, you said you were indebted to me for that and now I have come to make my claim.”
When was this? “That was like six months ago!”
“Yes, well I had a chance to think it over and now I know what I want.”
Spiderman sighed again. “Fine whatever. I knew it had to be something.”
“Let's have a sleepover.”
Peter Parker regretted all his decisions that led up to this moment
“No.”
“Like a boys night.”
“No!”
“Awww why not.”
“First of all I don't have any PJs.”
Spiderman could almost hear Deadpool smirk behind his mask. “Not a problem.”
“Welcome to my humble abode.” Wade said, bursting in through the front door.
“Humble?” Peter asked, looking around.
It was around midnight when they arrived at Wade’s apartment. And it was ginormous. How did he even afford a place like this?
“I bet you’re wondering how I even afford a place like this.”
Creepy.
“The merc business plays well ya know.”
“I see.” Peter said disdainfully.
Wade knows how Peter feels about killing people so was not surprised by the tone of voice.
“Anyways mi casa es su casa, make yourself at home ok sweet cheeks?”
“Uh huh…” Peter really should have put up more of a fight when Wade was dragging him over.
“Imma start making some food, Baby boy why don’t you hop in the shower. I’ll leave clothes out if you want.”
“Of course I’ll be wanting clothes.” Wade already talks about his ass too much to be walking around his house butt naked. “And I’ve told you to stop calling me baby boy.”
“Damn…”
Peter rolled his eyes and made his way to the guess bathroom, admiring the place as he went. Does killing people really earn you this much? Seems kind of extreme.
To be fair he didn’t have much to compare it to. When he entered the bathroom he felt the warmth under his cold feet. Peter was lucky to even get hot water, let alone underfloor heating.
The goose bumps on his skin began to settle. “I thought those were permanent.”
Peter walked up to the shower and stared down at the multiple nobs. What happened to hot and cold? After a good while he finally figured out how to make the water not burn him the second he walked in.
He then as quickly as possible took his suit off and passed under the water, a sigh of satisfaction escaping his lips.
Peter didn’t usually like showering, not because he didn’t like being clean but because he didn’t like being naked. Normally he would keep his eyes closed till he was done or look up when washing his hair but man, it was so warm and the water was so nice on his skin. He didn’t want to leave.
He had no idea how long he had been in there. He was going to fall asleep standing up.
However a knock came to the door of the bathroom jolting Peter upright.
“Y-yes?” He answered, behind the shower curtain.
“I’ve got your clothes here Petey. Gonna leave them on the towel rack.”
The heated towel rack.
Maybe he should start sleeping over more often.
“Ok thanks.” Peter replied.
He waited for the door to close again.
A moment later, sceptical from the lack of a locked door Peter said. “You still here?”
“Yeah.”
“Then get out!”
“But what if you trip and fall and there is no one here to catch you. Or what if you get soap in your eye or what if you get lonely.” Wade said quickly. “I can’t just leave you all by yourself baby boy.”
“Yes you can now GET OUT.”
Peter heard a sigh from behind the curtain.
When the door was finally closed Peter decided it was time to get out of the shower and quickly get dry. Picking up the PJs Wade left he looked at the pattern.
“Hello Kitty…”
Peter found his way into the living room where plates up on plates of Mexican food were spread across the coffee table. Then he remembered that the last thing we ate was an apple at eight o’clock this morning. Peter's mouth started to water.
“Mexican’s your favourite right Petey?”
Wade was squatting in front of the TV trying to connect the Nintendo Switch to the screen.
Peter’s eyes immediately moved to eyeing up the beef tacos to eyeing up Wade’s beefy back.
He could admit the man was built well. Very well. It almost made Peter feel jealous.
His eyes dragged from the back of Wade’s neck all the way down to just above his grey sweatpants. Of course he would wear that.
Damn his ass was nice too.
Peter winced at the thought. He was starting to sound like Wade. This was a bad idea from the start.
But he really did have a nice ass, Peter has noticed it before in that black and red suit of his. The way it hugs Wade’s curves so perfectly outlining its plump shape. He unknowingly licked his lips.
Peter's eyes wandered up again to Wade's broad back. The muscles were definitely there but they weren’t too defined. He wondered what it would be like. Dragging his fingertips along scarred skin. Feeling Wade tense up under them.
It would be nice to see him flustered for once instead of Peter turning red after Wade’s cheesy pick up line or comments on how “cute” he is.
“Hey you wear glasses?” Wade asked.
“Huh?” Peter says coming out of his trance. “Oh. Yeah. I usually wear contacts since it is easier with the mask and all, but I couldn't find them this morning so I had to put them on.”
“But you weren't wearing any before?”
“I just stuffed them in my suit.”
“So what, you were just squinting at crooks all day?” Wade teased.
Peter turned his head away from him.
Wade gave a chuckle in response.
“And what’s with these PJs?” Peter asked to change the subject.
“I thought they would look cute on you baby boy.” Wade said, eyes looking him up and down.
Peter could feel the way his cheeks were turning red. So unfair.
Wade smirked, “Looks like I was right.”
“Can we just get this night over with already?” The boy said unable to look him in the eye. “I don’t want to be stuck here with your annoying ass any longer than I have to. And put a shirt on for christ sake!”
“I love it when you insult me Petey.”
Peter groaned.
Seven beers, twelve tacos and multiple rounds of Mario Kart later Peter was leaning on the arm of the sofa with his legs over Wade’s lap.
He couldn't fathom how the conversation shifted from the origin of chimichangas to sex. But he let it be anyways.
And being trans has definitely impacted Peter's non existant sex life. There weren’t a lot of people that knew that Peter was trans. Apart from Wade and Aunt May he could count the others on his right hand.
Not that he was ashamed or anything, it was just that he wasn’t close enough to anyone else that this information would be important too.
And he didn’t even want to imagine what would happen if the world knew Spiderman was trans, people would probably think him going to the bathroom was more of a threat to humanity than that terrorist from the other night.
Anyways in terms of sex Peter wasn’t fond. He didn’t like to imagine what it would be like. He can’t stand being naked in the shower for goodness sake let alone with someone else watching him. But maybe it would be okay if he felt comfortable enough with them. Who knows.
“Yeah I just don’t really like sex all that much.” Peter said, looking up at the ceiling.
“No?”
“No.”
“What why? Sex is the best.” Wade protested.
“Because Wade,” he began. “I know my body better than anyone so it would just be a waste of time. And also it like hurts and stuff and apparently it’s not even that good so why make myself feel embarrassed and self conscious for two minutes of painful and awkward sex.”
There was a silence between them.
“You a virgin Petey?”
Crap.
“What? No.” Peter said nervously. “I am speaking from experience.”
“You’re in college, how the hell have you not popped your cherry?”
Peter should have just kept his mouth shut.
“This is the craziest thing I have heard all week.” Wade said to himself.
“It’s not like it's a requirement in college.” Peter muttered. “It’s not that weird.”
“It is when you’re as cute as you. Hell if I went to college with you, you would have lost your V card in the first week of being there.”
Peter felt butterflies in his stomach.
“I would’ve been all over you. You and your nerd shit really gets me going you know. What are you studying again?”
“B-biophysics.” Peter stuttered.
“I love when you go all science on me. I would have fucked you in your lab coat.” Wade said, taking another sip of canned beer.
The butterflies in Peter's stomach fluttered down to between his legs.
“Be serious, Wade.” He said, voice cracking.
“You have no idea how serious I am, baby boy. I would have made your glasses fog up from the tears of pleasure.”
Wade crept closer as he spoke, Peter could hear his heart beating rapidly in his chest.
“You supposedly don’t like sex right? Let me prove you wrong.”
Wade was on top of him now. He had one arm keeping him up and the other hooked under Peter’s waist.
“H-hold on a minute.”
“Please baby.” Wade said against Peter’s lips.
Peter squeezed his eyes shut waiting for it. Waiting for the kiss. Then he realised that Wade was waiting for his permission. Peter really should have put up more of a fight but it had been a hot minute since he had any time to just relax and relieve some stress. Heck even when he had time he couldn’t relax.
So, against Peter’s better judgement he kissed Wade first.
And it was the best kiss he had ever had. The feeling of Wade’s lips on his was addicting. The way he moved his tongue to get inside Peter’s mouth and taste his.
Peter wrapped his arms around Wade’s neck and pulled him closer, earning a satisfying groan from the man. Peter wanted to hear more.
Wade slowly pulled away and began kissing Peter jaw and down his neck. He tilted his head back to give Wade more access.
The hand that was wrapped under Peter’s waist made its way under his shirt and started stroking at his sides. Dragging his fingers up and down his exposed skin. Then finally resting on Peter’s hips. Sitting up Wade also put his other hand on there after pulling his mouth away from Peter’s neck.
He looked up at where Wade sat. His hand at Peter’s hips found their way to the waistband of the Hello Kitty pyjama pants.
Peter felt all his blood rush to his face turning it an embarrassing shade of red.
“You match my suit, sweet cheeks.”
“Shut up.” Peter said, hands covering his face.
Wade smiled before lowering his mouth till just above his waistband giving Peter’s happy trail a little kiss.
“Can I?” The man said, looking up at Peter.
Oh my god.
“Just. Do whatever you want.” He whispered in defeat.
“Whatever you say baby boy.” Wade chucked. “I promise you are going to love every second of it.”
Peter rolled his eyes.
“Sure.” He said sarcastically. “It's going to be great. And atop calling me that!”
It’s his first time, how good is it really going to be.
Peter looked down at Wade who was pulling down his pants. “This is really happening.” He thought.
Never in a million years would he have pictured them actually having sex. I mean, Peter did think about what it was like but that’s just because big beefy men were his type. No other reason.
Peter's Hello Kitty pants were pulled down to his ankles and over Wade’s shoulders, where he settled himself between Peter's legs.
Just when he thought that his heart couldn't go any faster. Wade started lowering his head.
“Wait!” Peter shouted. “What are you doing??”
“Er. Giving you head?”
“But, I thought you were gonna…”
“Fuck you? Damn you’re that desperate for it are you?”
“No! I just,”
“It’s fine, baby boy. I’ll give you dick in a second. I just wanna taste you first.” Wade murmured, spreading Peter apart with his thumbs, brushing one over his hole. “You’re so wet.”
"I’m gonna kill him. Kill him as many times as it takes for him to stay that way." Peter said to himself.
Wade stuck out his tongue and dragged it between Peter lips, closing his mouth over his dick.
Peter’s head fell back at the first stroke and his hands gripped the couch cushion at the second.
Wade drew little circles on Peter’s thighs bringing back his goosebumps, much preferring these ones.
Not long after Wade brought back his fingers and started to rub circles around Peter hole instead, causing it to twitch.
“Excited are we?” Wade said, mouth still sucking on his clit.
One finger slowly started entering his body, coating it with his wetness. Then another joined close after. “We don't want it to hurt now do we.”
It definitely felt weird at first, having fingers inside you that weren't yours. However it did feel especially weird considering that Wade wasn’t really moving them what you would call the normal way but instead it was more like he was looking for something.
“H-hey.” Peter stuttered. “What are you doing? I haven’t got loose change up there or anything.”
“Just give me a second. I'm trying to find it.”
“Trying to find what?”
“You’re sweet spot.” Wade said, looking up at him.
“My sweet spo- Ahh!” Peter moaned.
“Oh. Found it.”
The second Wade hit that spot he was merciless. His mouth sucking on his clit and his fingers trusting in and out right there.
“Oh fuck!” Peter groaned. “Jesus- fuck Wade.”
“How about we leave J-Man out of this baby boy.” Wade said, lifting up from his clit. “He's probably disappointed in me enough already.”
Peter immediately pushed the man’s neck back down. “Shut up.”
Wade gave him a thumbs up and finger fucked even harder.
“Wade I’m-”
“Gonna come?”
Peter nodded frantically. He gripped Wade’s bare shoulders and his back began to arch as he felt himself get closer and closer to his release. He was going to cum because of someone other than himself. And that someone was going to be Wade???
“Shit Wade!” Peter moaned. “I’m gonna- huh?”
So close.
Wade dragged his fingers out from his hole, leaving Peter feeling empty and unsatisfied.
“Nonono.” Peter said frantically. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Well I can have you coming just yet can I? I wanna fuck you first.”
Peter was furious. How dare he get him so close just to stop.
“I hate you.” He said, flopping back down on the couch.
“I know.” Wade said, leaning over the coffee table for his wallet and pulling out a condom. “But you won’t be saying that by the time I’m done with you baby boy.”
Wade lowered his grey sweatpants relieving his cock. It was so hard, leaking pre-cum. Did Peter make it like that?
His eyes widened as he saw it. It was massive. “You’re out of your mind if you think that thing is going inside me.”
“You’re correct Petey. I am out of my mind. Dying multiple times in one week will do that to you.” He winked. Fucking winked.
“Just! Be gentle.” Peter sighed.
“As you wish.” Wade said, before finally giving him a kiss.
With Wade's cock now wrapped, he scooted closer to Peter, holding him by his hips and pulling him up to level Wade’s dick to his hole.
“Deep breath in,” Wade said, doing the motions.
Peter obeyed.
“And out.”
As he exhaled it entered him. There was a twinge of pain, nothing to crazy but he was thankful for his mutant spider strength.
Peter could feel the way Wade’s cock stretched him out. It was so hard, pulsating along his inner walls.
“All good?” Wade asked.
“I'm fine. Keep going.” He said breathlessly.
“Aye aye captain.”
Peter groaned in annoyance. “Is it all the way in yet?”
“Just a little more…and…there we go.” Wade signed with satisfaction.
Peter was so full. He could swear anymore and it could be up to his neck.
“I’m going to move now.” The man said.
Peter nodded.
Wade began slow and gentle, thrusting deeper and deeper inside him. And it didn’t take long before that twinge of pain was gone and all that was left was ecstasy.
He would take time pulling himself out, so that Peter would be able to feel the way his cock dragged inside him before thrusting back inside. Everytime, pleasure shot up his back making his toes curl.
The repetition of this drove Peter crazy.
When Peter was deemed stretched out enough, Wade started picking up the pace and their moans got louder.
“Wade~”
“You’re doing so good for me baby. So fucking good.
Peter hated to admit it but this was fucking amazing. Waves of pleasure kept washing over him with every thrust.
“You have no idea how long I have been dreaming about this Petey.” Wade said, biting Peter’s neck causing him to yelp. “All those nights out on patrol. God I could never get over how good your ass looked in that tight red spandex.”
“Wha?” Peter was barely hanging on to reality to be concerned about what the man was saying.
“Fuck and when I hold on to you to swing around the city, grabbing your slutty little waist.”
“T-talk too much.” Peter said struggling to make a coherent sentence as he was getting his brain fucked out.
Wade paused for a minute, picking up Peter. “What are you doing?” He said, lost in a daze. “Hey!”
He picked the boy up so he was holding Peter's legs open over his forearms.
“Words of affirmation is my love language.” The man huffed.
“I thought,” Peter said, trying to catch his breath. “Your love language was physical tou-” He was cut off by a scream of pleasure. Fuck, that spot again.
Standing up made it feel completely different. How can it feel so different?
Peter eyes rolled back as Wade fucked his G-spot. Over and over till tears ran down his Peter face, indeed fogging up his glasses.
His pussy clenched around Wade, sloppy noises coming from it.
He was going to cum. And for real this time.
“W-wade!” Peter moaned, clawing at his back.
“Fuck you’re sweezing me so tight baby boy. I’m close.” Wade said between gritted teeth.
“Me too!”
“Lets cum together okay baby?”
“Uh huh.”
They got in about three more thrust before the both of them were driven over the edge. Peter gripped Wade so tight he thought of never letting him go.
The two men spilled themselves in and over each other making everything more wet and sticky than it already was. Peter didn’t know he could squirt. He might have to go look into that later.
They stayed like this for a while till Peter was losing feeling in his legs.
Wade set him down on the couch and sat down next to him.
“Well,” he began. “How was that?”
“What the fuck…” Was all Peter could manage.
Wade giggled. “Glad you liked it. I have received many compliments on my love making abilities you know. I say we do this again. Say every other night. You can come over and we can play Mario Kart. Or animal crossing. We could even make cute little matching houses. Or better yet you can just stay here! What’s the point of you leaving to just come back the next day. That sounds like a great idea, don’t you think sweet cheeks?”
“Wade?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up.”