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When Wade woke up, he was starting to get hot again. He felt disoriented, fuzzy-headed. He was sure something important had happened, but he couldn’t remember what. He remembered starting his heat, and then…
Oh right, Peter.
Wade could have pushed off the conversation from before as a daydream, if not for the solid weight of the alpha he was lying back against. He had tucked Wade in, cuddled him, scented him, called him love. And more than that, he said he had felt that way for a while. Was this even real?
{That alpha scent is pretty real!}
Wade had to agree, Peter smelled heavenly. Somehow, the scent grounded him; a hallucination wouldn’t smell that vivid. Wouldn’t be that good. He shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable with the increasing warmth without just taking all his blankets off, and felt—
[Is that… his dick?]
{Daaamn! It seems his johnson is alpha-sized, at least!)
“Sorry! I didn’t want to move out from under you when you were asleep. You seemed like you needed the rest.” Peter’s voice came from behind him, sounding slightly strangled. Wade realized he had been unintentionally rubbing up against him and sat up quickly. It was more than warmth, now—he noticed that his slick had started again, too.
“Fuck. Sorry, Petey-Pie.” Wade wanted to tell Peter he should leave now. He could tell the next wave of his heat was coming on, and he was already so hard. Whatever Peter had said before they fell asleep, that didn’t actually mean he wanted to bang. Peter was probably more affected by the proximity of an omega than he thought. “I’m sure Peter Jr. there is just overexcited because of my scent.”
“It’s not. I mean, that’s not the first time you’ve given me a hard-on,” Peter said, like he wasn’t dropping a life-altering bombshell on the omega.
{Squeeee! You’ve given Spidey a boner before? Ooooh, I hope it was when we were out on patrol!}
Wade finally turned around to look at Peter, who had sat up and drawn his knees up to his chest since Wade moved away. He was blushing, but still looking at Wade, smiling uncertainly. “Sorry? I mean… do you want me to leave?”
“No! I mean... Yeah, if you want to go?”
[Nooooo, tell him to stay! He would feel so good—]
{You’re gonna turn down the chance to ride that dick?}
[Take him to pound town?]
{Go to the bone zone?}
[Bump uglies?]
{Do the nasty?}
If you two don’t shut up for the next hour, I’m gonna straight-up chop my dick off.
[Fine, go fuck yourself.]
{Zzzzzzzzip.}
Wade barely held in a disbelieving snort at Yellow’s imitation of a zipper over a mouth. Thank fuck.
Peter was still looking at him, waiting for Wade’s focus again. Wade suddenly realized that no one had ever done that before. No one had ever known him well enough to tell when he was listening to the boxes, or cared. Peter did.
“Wade, it’s your choice. I want to do whatever you want me to, I promise. You just have to tell me.”
Peter’s voice had slipped into something commanding, and Wade felt his mouth go dry. “Okay. Would you… stay here with me?”
“Yes.” Peter was smiling at him, encouraging him to continue.
“Why are you curled up in a ball?”
Peter huffed a laugh, drawing his knees further in. “I’m trying to exercise some self-control here.”
“Come cuddle me.”
Wade thought his own voice sounded pathetic, but Peter responded immediately like there was nothing he’d rather do. The alpha unfolded, shifting closer to him on the mattress before scooping him up and cradling him in his lap, purple duvet and all. Wade was suddenly aware all over again how strong Peter was, and thankful all over again for the blanket. Without it, he would have been exposed and dripping into Peter’s lap. Shame, he kind of liked the thing, and now it was ruined—at least until it was washed. Worth it.
Peter beamed up at him, pulling him close. “Is this alright?” He was careful to hug Wade with his chest, not hips, running his wrists along the blanket again.
“Yeah, it’s just, is it alright if I take this off? It’s alright if you don’t want me to, it’s just a little hot…”
“Wade. I’ve told you already, I really don’t mind your skin. Take it off.” Peter’s eyes looked hungrily over the duvet, skipping back up to catch Wade’s gaze with a blush. “Please.”
Peter leaned back on his hands to give him space. Wade maneuvered around so they were face to face, straddling the alpha’s legs, and slipped the blanket off of his shoulders. He had thought Peter would be polite about how he looked, grin and bear it, but he stood—sat—corrected. Peter’s eyes were running over his body like he couldn’t help himself. His eyes caught on Wade’s erection and Wade swore he felt the other man’s hips twitch. Peter liked him.
Wade couldn’t convince himself that this was a bad idea anymore. He had become closer to Peter than to anyone else. He had somehow accidentally made a nest with the one person in the world who might be crazy enough to like him, and as much as he felt self-conscious, he wasn’t going to waste this. Peter was here, real, present, and willing. Wade wanted him, like, yesterday.
“I want you to knot me.”
Peter caught his gaze, eyes growing wide, and he nodded. “Tell me what to do.” Peter’s hands were clenching and unclenching on the blankets; he seemed to be bursting with energy and not quite knowing what to do with it.
Wade wanted to tell him to touch him, hold him, but that was too much to ask. Seeing his skin and touching it were two very different things. “Can I take your shirt off, Petey-pie?”
“Yes.”
Wade slid his hands under Peter’s shirt and gently tugged it off over his head before Peter leaned back, resting his weight on his palms. If he thought seeing Peter’s abs when he hung off the ceiling was good, it was nothing to the feeling of them under his fingertips. His smooth skin felt almost cool under Wade’s heat-warmed hands. Peter’s eyes fluttered closed, arching towards Wade.
Wade couldn’t resist. He moved forward until his hips were settled directly on Peter’s, grinding down until he could feel their lengths pressed together. The sound from Peter was so sweet—a choked off breath, caught in his throat like a gasp—that Wade couldn’t help but rock forward again, barely suppressing his own whine.
Wade wished he weren’t in heat, because on a regular day, this might have been enough. Gently rocking against Peter and watching him try to catch his breath was more than he ever thought he’d have. As it was, he felt empty and aching; he needed more.
Wade slipped his fingers into the waistband of Peter’s sweatpants. The alpha nodded at him before he could even get the question out, lying back so Wade could tug them down his hips. He shouldn’t have been so surprised that Peter wasn’t wearing underwear—I wonder, does he wear anything underneath his Spidey-suit? —but seeing the other man all laid out for him, dick rigid and swollen red, made his brain fuzz out.
“Oh, fuck. I didn’t think—do you have a condom?” Peter asked, looking up at him.
“Nope! My cancer means no STIs, and no babies,” Wade said, trying to ignore the twinge of unhappiness at that last point. “Thank the author for a mutation-based deus ex machina; no condoms needed. I mean… unless you don’t want…?” He looked uncertainly at Peter, but the alpha was already motioning him back to straddle him again.
“We can do anything you want, Wade. I’ll do anything you want me to do.” Peter sounded so sure about that that Wade wanted to ask him to do something ridiculous, like cover himself in maple syrup, but all he could think about was this. Here. Now.
Wade settled over his hips, grinding against his length until it was covered with slick. Wade watched his brown eyes as he caught Peter’s tip and slowly sank himself down onto it. Where those eyes had been warm before, they were now hot, pupils blown wide and looking at Wade with an intensity that made him shiver.
Peter felt so good inside of him, and so right. The ache in his core fizzled out to a pulsing pleasure. He couldn’t help the moan that escaped his throat, echoed by Peter’s. Holy fuck. Baby boy is into this.
Wade started to rock gently against him again. He could see Peter’s eyes running over his body, and it made the heat under his skin flicker. “I want—” Wade swallowed the words before they could betray him.
The alpha’s hands twitched toward Wade, then went back to grasping at the blankets. “Tell me what you want.” Peter’s eyes were so bright, so insistent, that Wade couldn’t help but respond honestly.
“I want you to touch me.”
“Yes.” Peter almost hissed the word, reaching for Wade like he had been waiting for this.
Peter touched him exactly how Wade had dreamed he would, hands mapping his body. It was as if Peter could tell the parts he didn’t like about himself and touched him there intentionally, stroking his broad shoulders, massaging his legs. With every touch, the alpha rubbed his scent all over his skin. Peter’s hands found the inside of his thighs, seeking out the swollen scent glands there, pressing them with his thumbs, and Wade felt a shock like electricity running up his spine.
“Can I kiss you?” Peter looked so honest, so sincere, that Wade felt overwhelmed. Instead of replying, he leaned down, finding Peter’s lips with his own. Peter’s hands found his neck, and then his mouth was everywhere, kissing along Wade’s jaw and down his neck, sucking gently. Wade felt like he was going to collapse, his movement stuttering in his distraction.
“Fuck me,” Wade whispered to himself, almost incoherent.
Peter took that as an instruction, too. He had sat up before, chasing Wade’s lips, but now he nestled back against the mattress, pulling Wade closer. Peter planted his hands on Wade’s hips and picked him up effortlessly, thoughtlessly showing off that super-strength once again as he thrust into his heat, and fuck, that angle was perfect, and Wade was overwhelmed, falling apart all over again, a thousand sparks running up and down his body, and he was so close to the edge, but he needed that last jolt, that last bit—
And then he felt Peter’s knot, a bulge at the base of his shaft, moving further and further up before it was pressing at his entrance, and Wade pressed down as hard as he could, chasing that fullness, that feeling of completion—
Peter came beneath him, his hips stuttering and thrusting upward one last time, knot edging inside of him, locking them together, and Wade was coming harder than he ever remembered coming in his life, and he collapsed onto his alpha, completely spent.
When Wade came back to himself, Peter was cradling him, stroking his back and legs, scenting him. Peter, his alpha, who had said he could keep him.
“Baby boy.”
“Wade, love.”
“Can I keep you?”
Peter laughed, and Wade felt it through their joined bodies. “Of course. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” He continued to caress Wade for a minute before adding, “I want to talk to you after your heat, though. I want you to be able to tell me yes without anything in the way, love.”
Wade agreed, but for Peter’s sake, not his own. He would keep his Spidey-Baby as long as he was allowed, even if that ended up just being until Peter’s head cleared at the end of this heat. They settled into a comfortable silence for a while, Wade resting his head in the crook of Peter’s neck, letting his scent wash over him.
“When did I get you hard before, Petey-pie?” Wade was on the verge of sleep, but he wanted to know, before he had to get up and face being a clean rational human for the next couple of hours.
Peter was nuzzling into his neck too, and Wade felt the breath of his laugh. “I’m sorry, love, I didn’t mean to. I mean, I’m happy with how we ended up, but well… it was when you purred.”
Of all the things Wade was imagining, it wasn’t that. “Why?” He demanded. He couldn’t find anything attractive whatsoever in his own purr. It was too low, too much like an alpha growl… But then again, Peter seemed to like his other un-omega-like features just fine, too.
“Yeah, I know I’m weird, sorry! It was just… You were so comfortable, and you trusted me, and it vibrated the whole mattress. And it felt awesome...” Peter trailed off, sounding embarrassed. “I thought you noticed. I thought that’s why you left, and why you didn’t text me back.”
“Oh no, baby boy! Of course not! If I had noticed, I would have sucked your dick!” Wade hadn’t necessarily meant to say that out loud, but Peter’s responding laughter and soft brush of lips against his neck was totally worth it.
“So… why did you leave?”
Wade considered. He had felt so worthless, so wrong, but now? Knowing that Peter wanted him, just like he was? “It’s not important right now.” And he pressed his lips against Peter’s neck, just because he could.
Eventually, Peter’s knot went down enough for him to slip out. Wade still felt boneless, and rolled off of the alpha, figuring he would want to change position. Peter let out a small whine, but gave Wade a kiss and moved to get up.
“Are you… leaving?” Wade felt like punching himself, he sounded pitiful.
“Oh! No, of course not, I’m coming right back. Stay here, I’ll just be a second.” Wade listened as Peter bustled around the apartment, eventually coming back with a soft damp cloth. He expected Peter to just toss it to him, but instead, he knelt by his side and gently cleaned Wade’s skin—much more gently than he would have himself. The cloth was warm, and before he knew it, Peter had him bundled up in clean blankets and was cuddling into his side, nestling against him.
Wade felt so content. He knew he could trust Peter, and everything felt so cozy. Their nest was perfect, and being in it together felt so good…
This time, knowing what was happening, it was easy to slip into purring. Wade could see Peter’s face, pressed into his chest, and he could see his mouth split into a grin, before—
“Oh fuck.”
That gave him pause. “What’s wrong?”
Peter looked up at Wade, a sheepish smile on his face. “I need to quit having this reaction. I love that sound, honey, but…”
Wade could suddenly feel the outline of an erection pressed against his hip.
{Oh yes.}
[I think we can figure out how to deal with that.]
Wade pulled Peter up into a kiss.