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A bead of sweat dripped down Miguel’s back, the fan circling above him doing little to cool his festering fever. Heat eminated from him like an oven with an open door and his silk sheets where drenched- both from sweat and the natural lubrication his body produced. “Fuck” he mumbled to himself, lips trembling from adrenaline. Hesitantly, he reached his hand up to pull his phone from the nightstand. He grew impatient as he scrolled through a long list of contacts, most of which he likely hadn’t spoken to in months or years but felt that deleting them would make a bad impression. Finally, it jumped at him; “Wade Wilson” with no profile pic and many unread messages. He clicked, looking through the various ramblings.
The last message read “fine, be like that! See if I wanna fuck your delicious irresistible juicy pussy ever again! Im not thinking about you right now at all!”
From only 2 weeks ago? How long had it been since they last spoke, he wondered. A couple months at most? Whatever, now wasn’t the time to make himself feel guilty for blowing off his one-night stand, although if Wade was hear and could read his mind he would probably say something like “it’s okay, I love it when you blow me…off”
The thought made Miguel crack a smile; although not even Batman could torture that information out of him, he didn’t mind Wades pestering jokes sometimes. Emphasis on sometimes, they usually just made him want to punch the man. With shaky fingers he typed on the keyboard “when can you come over?” And flopped his head backwards into the pillow, unkempt hair sticking to his forehead. Usually, this would last a couple days, with mild discomfort, and then pass and he would be back to overworking himself trying to manage an entire society. But this heat was particularly rough and like any lazy fan-fiction writer would tell you, he just conveniently misplaced his heat suppressants. Luckily good old deadpool was there to save the day, and a ding sounded from his phone. “Cant right now baby, daddys busy making sweet sweet love to another big hairy man. Tomorrow I’m all yours though” he messaged, proceeded by a barge of kisses and heart emojis. Miguel immediately messaged back, “come to my room asap anytime after 10am. Bring food”
He went to put the phone back down but then added-
“Please.”
Back in non-spider society, Wade giggled and kicked his feet at the reply. “Oh-em-gee, Logan you’ll never guess who texted me-“
“I don’t give a fuck.”
“Ugh! I should’ve left you in the odyssey, you big mean man.”