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Talkin' some shit with your hand on my ass
I'm a murderer in disguise
Yeah, you wanna be cool, but you're makin' me mad
Bite my lip, it starts to bleed
Yeah, it tastes so good, but I gotta be bad
If I'm gonna get you home
Peter was annoyed. He was more than annoyed. He was downright pissed. Today was supposed to be the day he’d be seeing Wade for the first time in three weeks. Three weeks since Wade had fulfilled his promise (Wade had been right, Peter had been begging for him to get him off). And here he was, fighting alien robots attempting to level the city with the Avengers.
He knew objectively that saving the city was more important than making out with Wade. It was just the timing of it all.
His clothes were still on, and Peter had just grazed Wade’s lips when he’d gotten the emergency alert on his Spider-Man phone. Wade had just laughed at his visceral annoyance and then had the audacity to act like he wasn’t just as disappointed.
And now here they were: fisting robots when they should be fisting sheets. Or each other.
So yeah, he was pissed and maybe taking out his pent-up anger on the robots. That was the only good thing about the situation: Peter didn’t have to pull his punches.
Meanwhile, Wade was having the time of his life.
Wade ripped the arm off one of the robots before facing him. “Can I give you a hand?”
“That was what we were getting to before this mess.”
Wade froze, staring at him with lenses widened.
“What?”
“You didn’t say that into the comms, right?”
“No. I turned my comm off twenty minutes ago. I got tired of Stark’s constant chatter. Why? You’ve said way worse things, and I know you’re thinking way worse things.”
Wade moved in closer. “Oh, I’ve been thinking about a lot of things. Mostly ways we could use that extra hand.”
“Why are you whispering?”
“Because Captain America is right there!”
“So?”
Wade’s masked eyes widened. “So? Baby boy, you don’t get it. Saying shit like that in front of the Avengers is like cursing in front of your parents.”
“I think that’s a little dramatic. Also, last time you were with them, you asked Tony if the suit stayed on.”
“The people need to know. And by people, I mean me.”
“Wade.”
Wade sighed. “There’s a difference between that and us. I didn’t know if you were ready to be open about this.”
“I don’t care what they think. I like you, and you like me. That’s all that matters.”
Peter moved in closer. “You're mine, Wade Wilson.”
Wade’s heartbeat sped up. “And you're mine, baby boy.”
“Now let’s go kick some robot ass.”
“So we can get some ass?”
Peter laughed before swinging away. The rest of the fight was fairly simple. Wade stayed nearby, watching his back as he evacuated any civilians still present (you’d think more people would run away from the giant robots, not toward them), both fighting robots as they went. It wasn’t the worst thing getting to fight with Wade again, Peter had missed him on patrols. Missed the quipping and silent language they both spoke.
Most of all, he missed how hot Wade looked in that suit. Goddamn.
Finally, the last of the few robots were defeated. The streets were covered in miscellaneous parts and debris but were mostly intact. He and Wade had managed to get everyone out, the streets quieter and emptier than he’d ever seen them.
Peter landed on the ground by Wade, who was leaning against the wall, sheathing his katana.
Wade gestured toward the street. “Well, we better-“
Peter grabbed Wade by the arm, dragging him into the nearby alley. Wade yelped at the sudden movement but didn’t fight it.
Peter stopped, pushing Wade against the wall. “It’s been three weeks since I’ve been able to kiss you. I’m not waiting any longer.”
Wade brought one hand to Peter’s ass. “Needy much?”
Peter lifted his mask halfway. “Mask up.”
“Glad to see the control freak hasn’t left. And the regular freak.”
“Wade.”
Wade slowly lifted his mask up slightly, much to Peter’s annoyance, revealing his smirking face. “Spidey.”
Peter wasted no time crashing his lips on Wade's. The kiss was rough, almost violent. Peter wanted to inhale every bit of Wade, suck in his very soul. Wade matched his energy, sucking his face off with equal enthusiasm. Wade began biting at Peter’s lip, and Peter barely suppressed a moan at the sensation.
Wade suddenly stopped. “Fuck.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Shit. I must’ve bit too hard.”
Peter felt his lip, his fingers coming away with blood.
“I’m so sorry.”
Peter licked his lip, a slightly metallic taste entering his mouth. After a few seconds, the taste went away. Peter focused back on Wade, who was staring at him, eyes wide.
Peter leaned in close, lightly nibbling at Wade’s lip. “Don’t worry about it.”
Wade groaned. “Fuck me.”
“Later.”
Peter continued where they had left off, their bodies moving closer as the world around them disappeared. All Peter knew was that Wade’s tongue was in his mouth, and that’s all that mattered.
A throat clearing stopped Peter in his tracks, along with Wade. And when he built up the courage to see who the noise belonged to, he didn’t know who he was hoping to see. But definitely not Captain America standing awkwardly a few feet away at the end of the alley.
“Just wanted to make sure you two were okay. Your comms were out, and FRIDAY said you were last spotted around here. I’m assuming you’re both alright.”
Peter’s rational brain seemed to return to him the same time Wade’s did, as they both immediately moved apart and tugged their masks down.
Steve continued. “We’re all heading back to the Tower for the post-attack debrief and mission report.”
Wade saluted. “You got it, Captain.”
“Actually,” Peter broke in. “There’s something important we have to attend to. You know, duty calls.”
Steve nodded. “Aright. Just swing by tomorrow, and I’ll fill you in on what you missed. You’re welcome to come too, Wade.”
“Oh, I’ll be there. I’d never miss a chance to hang with Chris Evans.”
Steve blinked. “Sure. I’ll see you tomorrow. Thanks for helping out.”
“Anytime,” Peter said with a smile, watching Steve leave the alley.
Wade turned to him, eyes widened. “You just lied to Captain America.”
“How else was I supposed to get you home?”
Wade groaned. “You’re going to kill me.”
“I’m going to do a lot of things. The sooner we get out of here, the sooner you’ll find out what.”
Wade perked up and pushed away from the wall. “Then what are we waiting for?”
Peter smirked.
Gonna make the curtains cream, believe it
Gonna make the ceilin' shake for me
I'mma be your full-time bedroom demon
I'm gonna make you scream, that's a matter of fact
I'll be your fantasy
They made it to one of Wade’s apartments in record time. The second the door closed, Wade headed for the bed and began stripping. Peter removed his mask but otherwise paused. He wanted this to be special. He wanted to make Wade scream, to make him his prey.
Wade stared at him. “Why are your clothes still on?”
“Do you remember when I asked if you’d ever been on the ceiling?”
Wade froze, pants still around his ankles. “Why would I ever forget that?”
“You never answered the question.”
“No. I haven’t.”
“How’d you like to?”
Wade’s entire body shivered. “Am I dreaming? I feel like I’m dreaming.”
Peter grazed his fingertips over Wade’s shoulder. “You’re not dreaming.”
“Thank fuck. I want to remember every second of this.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Fuck yes. A billion times yes. Yes for eternity.”
“Needy much?”
“You don’t understand, Petey. Yellow has not shut up about it since you brought it up.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want to disappoint Yellow. Or White.”
Wade was silent for a moment. “White wants to know how exactly this is going to happen.”
Peter smirked. “You like bondage?”
“I’m going to die tonight.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll keep you nice and secure.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.”
“First things first, finish stripping.”
Wade’s suit was off in record time, and Peter took a moment to take all of Wade in. He would never get used to the sight. That he had all of this, all of Wade, whenever he wanted. Peter then removed his suit, keeping his underwear on for the moment.
Wade pouted. “You stopped before the best part.”
“This next part might be a little tricky. I have to pull you up and get you secured.”
“With what exactly?”
Peter smirked. “You’ve always been interested in my webs.”
Wade squealed. “Holy shitballs. I’m about to be tied up by Spidey’s webs.”
Peter went over to the wall, slowly scaling it before reaching the top, before placing his hands and feet on it. After giving himself a second to adjust, he moved to stand, walking over toward the bed. Wade watched, entranced, before moving onto the bed.
“I’ll put you over the bed. Just in case.”
Wade stood on top of the bed, fingertips touching the ceiling. “This is the best day of my life.”
“We haven’t even done anything yet.”
“Just the thought of it is enough spank bank material for a month.”
“I can tell,” Peter said, glancing down. “You ready to make it a reality? Last chance to back out.”
“Never.”
“Okay. Turn around and place the back of your hands against the ceiling. I’ll start there.”
Wade did as he said, and Peter began webbing his wrists, tight enough to ensure Wade would stay in one place but not so tight that he’d lose blood flow.
“I’m going to lift you up the rest of the way.”
Peter grabbed Wade's legs and hoisted him up, immediately beginning to web his legs and feet before adding webs to his arms and some over his chest.
“I still can’t believe those come out of you.”
“Me neither sometimes.”
“It’s so hot.”
Peter blushed, continuing to add a few extra webs just to be safe. As Peter went, he left some lingering touches, feeling Wade’s rough skin on his fingertips. It was taking everything within him to hold himself back, to not devour Wade right then and there. Seeing Wade like this, tied up in his own webs, was hotter than Peter had ever thought it would be.
Peter moved back a bit to admire his work. “You okay? Is it uncomfortable?”
“It’s freaky. But that’s what we’re going for.”
“Let me know if a web breaks or if you want to stop.”
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that Petey. I’m not getting off this train unless someone pushes me off. Or until someone gets me off.”
Peter moved back toward Wade, placing his hands on either side of Wade’s head. “That can be arranged.”
“You better get on with it. The readers are probably impatient by now.”
Peter kissed Wade just as hard as he had in the alley. Wade met it with equal force. Peter moved to kiss below Wade’s lip, down to his chin. He sucked on Wade’s neck, forgetting how good his rough skin felt on his lips.
“As much as I love this, Petey,” Wade said, inhaling sharply as Peter nipped at the skin. “And I fucking love this. I might cream my nonexistent pants before you even touch my dick. This is like my top fantasy coming to life.”
Peter looked at Wade. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?”
Peter removed one of his hands from the wall and moved it down Wade’s body, locking his eyes with Wade’s. He watched Wade’s expression twitch in lust as his fingers felt the length of Wade’s cock, already leaking with pre-cum before he slowly began stroking it.
Wade moaned. “Fuck.”
Peter ensured his feet were secured against the ceiling before moving his other hand to hold Wade’s head.
Peter caressed Wade’s cheek. “You’re so beautiful like this.”
“You’re so sexy,” Wade responded, licking one of Peter’s fingers.
Peter was slowly beginning to think he was going to come in his own pants before Wade did. Especially if Wade’s tongue was going to act like that.
Peter increased the speed, smirking as Wade began involuntarily moving into his hand, wanting more friction.
“I wish I could grab your hair. Or your ass,” Wade panted, his fingers twitching.
Peter kissed Wade’s nipple, swirling his tongue around it.
“Fuck. Is this payback for the party?”
“Yup. You enjoying it?”
Wade moaned loudly. “Shit, baby boy. You make me feel so good.”
Peter increased the speed even more, applying a tiny bit more pressure. Wade looked one second away from exploding, and Peter watched in pure awe as his orgasm hit and the waves of pleasure cascaded down Wade’s body as he came. He drank in Wade’s face, engraving the sound of each of Wade’s cries into his memory. His own cock twitched at the sight and sound, his lust growing even stronger as he watched Wade break apart in front of him.
“That was amazing,” Wade said, voice hoarse. “I’m going to be thinking about that for a while.”
Wade turned his head to nuzzle into Peter's palm. And then Wade was kissing his wrist, and before Peter could say a word, Wade moved down farther, placing his lips right over where his spinneret was.
Immediately at the touch, Peter’s entire body lurched, and a loud moan escaped him before he could stop it.
Wade removed his lips, staring confused. “What the hell was that?”
“M-My spinneret. Where my webs come out.”
“I meant that reaction.”
Peter blushed. “My spinnerets are really sensitive. And…”
“And?”
“And it feels really good when they’re touched.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want you to think I was weird.”
Wade blinked. “Do you know who you’re talking to?”
Peter groaned. “I know. It was stupid. I just haven’t ever been able to say anything about them before cause secret identity and all.”
“So no one’s ever been able to touch them?”
Peter’s body shivered at the thought. “No.”
“Well, we can’t have that.”
Before Peter could say a word, Wade’s lips were back on his spinneret. Peter’s brain short-circuited as all he could focus on was the sensation of Wade’s chapped lips running over the spot, the friction it created.
Peter’s mouth disconnected from his brain. “Oh my god. K-Keep doing that. Fuck. Wade.”
Suddenly, Wade’s tongue was licking over his spinneret. Peter felt his body and mind unraveling, the pleasure feeling better than anything he’d felt in his entire life. His breathing and heart ran wild, his thoughts leaving him as his body lurched into Wade’s, his cock pressing against Wade’s chest. Wade’s tongue had complete power over him, over his body.
Peter heard screaming. It took him a few seconds to realize it was him.
Peter looked at Wade’s face. Wade looked a mixture of ravenous and mesmerized as if Peter were the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. And it was that look that sent Peter past the point of no return, as his eyes squeezed shut and he let himself succumb to the pleasure.
As the pleasure reached its peak, Peter let go as he came hard and loud, falling into his orgasm. And then he was actually falling, his spidey sense blaring just before he hit the bed.
Peter opened his eyes, still panting.
Wade was staring down at him. “I just made Spider-Man scream.”
“You did.”
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I came again just watching it.”
“I’m sorry if I got too aggressive. I kinda blacked out.”
“Never apologize for feeling pleasure, baby boy. Besides, like I said, hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Peter smiled. “Guess we needed the bed after all. Didn’t expect it would be for me though.”
Wade smirked. “What can I say? I know how to use a tongue.”
“That you do. Maybe you can use it some more.”
Wade froze. “You want another round?”
Peter smirked. “You said you wanted me to fuck you.”
Peter removed his underwear and stood on the bed, placing his fingertips on the ceiling. He lifted himself from his fingertips, moving his body back up to the ceiling, muscles flexing.
Wade’s heartbeat increased. “Fuck me.”
“That’s what I intend to do.”
Peter moved over Wade’s body, aligning himself just right.
“Thank fuck for short refractory periods.”
“For sure. Cause now I get to wear you out like my favorite suit.”
Wade groaned.
“You ready?”
“One thousand times, yes.”
Peter slowly entered into Wade, his breath hitching at the sensation. And once he was all the way in, he chanced a look at Wade, whose eyes were widened and body was shivering in anticipation.
Peter thrust into Wade, smiling at the expression and noise it elicited. Peter continued thrusting, creating a rhythm as his and Wade’s breathing synced. They stared into one another’s eyes, drinking in each other’s sounds and expressions.
“Harder,” Wade gasped out. “Ride me into the plaster, baby boy.”
Peter thrusted harder into Wade. The ceiling was shaking. Peter didn’t care. All he could focus on was the rhythm, his building orgasm, and Wade’s face and body and voice and everything .
“Holy shit,” Wade choked out. “Peter.”
Peter increased his speed, the pressure building. Wade seemed to be just as close as him, his mouth loudly spilling curses and compliments. They were both a few seconds from exploding.
“I-I’m gonna-“ Peter began.
“Me too.”
“I can-“
“No. I want you to come inside me.”
That was all Peter needed to hear to succumb to his orgasm again, to fall into the pleasure, this time right alongside Wade. The two of them came at the same time, moaning loudly as they collapsed into one another. Or more like Peter collapsed onto Wade. They both took a minute to breathe and for the post-orgasm fog to fade before Peter carefully pulled out of Wade.
Peter looked at Wade. “I haven’t felt like that… ever.”
“This was the greatest night of my life,” Wade replied.
Peter moved up to Wade’s face, kissing his cheek. “Thank you.”
“Thank me ? You made me come three times and just rode me on the ceiling.”
“And? You’re the one who made me orgasm so hard I fell off the ceiling.”
Wade laughed. “I did do that. I’d love to do that again.”
“Right now?”
“We’re already up here.”
Before Peter could respond, he was once again falling. But this time, Wade was falling with him, wrapping his arms around him and squealing as they both tumbled onto the bed.
Wade rolled over to look at Peter. “What happened?”
“My webs. They dissolve after an hour.”
“I guess that's the sign that was enough ceiling action for the day.”
“I guess so,” Peter said, putting his arms around Wade. “We’ll just have to cuddle instead.”
Wade grabbed Peter’s ass. “There are worse things.”
Peter closed his eyes, letting his muscles relax. “We’re going to be sore as hell tomorrow.”
“Worth it.”
Peter let out a tired sigh, the day's events catching up to him.
“We should probably shower,” Wade said.
“Mhm.”
“… Or we could lay here for a minute.”
“Mhm.”
“And promise that we’re totally going to do that again.”
“Mhm.”
The last thing Peter heard was Wade containing a squeal.
I'm a killah
And, boy, you're gonna die tonight
Peter didn’t make it to the Tower the next day.