The next few weeks passed in a blur of chasing Deadpool, arguing with Deadpool, Deadpool, Deadpool, Deadpool. Everything seemed to revolve around him and it was driving Harry insane. He was everywhere, always making sexual innuendos at inappropriate times or giving leaving idiotic things at crime scenes.
"Well, how about I suck your dick? Would that make you feel better?" Louis asks when he's being held against the wall, by Harry. The taller lad only presses his elbow harder into Louis' side, possibly crushing his spleen.
"Can you for once be serious?" Harry asks, rolling his eyes under his mask.
"Oh, I am! Very serious offer! Ow! Cut that out will you!" Louis shouts, and without warning, he's gripping Harry's arms and pushing him away. He's suddenly being spun around until he's the one against the wall, Louis clasping his wrists above his head. Harry grunts, tries to break free but Louis has a tight grip on him.
"Now," He whispers, terrifyingly close, "You're telling me that you wouldn't consider my offer?" Harry's glad that they've chosen to have this encounter in an alley, hidden from the public. It'd be very difficult to explain what was happening to a crowd around them. And much more embarrassing.
"Just—"
Louis chooses that moment to roll his hips forward, against Harry's causing that painfully beautiful friction on his crotch.
"Tell me you didn't enjoy that."
"Let me go." Harry whispers weakly. He knows that's not what he really wants, he wants to pull him close, to feel the heat of his skin on his. But he can't let him know that.
"You didn't answer my question." Louis sing-songs. For emphasis, he rolls his hips again and Harry curses the fact that he's thinking with his dick instead of his mind. He bites his lip, trying to contain a moan that so desperately wants to fall past his lips. He tries to stop from gaining a hard on, cursing the fact that the spandex barely left anything to the imagination.
Louis lets go of his wrists and grips Harry's side, fingers digging into his hips. Harry wants to forget everything he's told himself, to just let whatever happen, happen. But then he snaps out of it, like a flipped switch and he pushes Louis away, swinging a web towards the nearest building and disappearing within seconds.
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Harry waits patiently as Niall cackles, letting his friends face turn from red to purple, to pale again. He waits until he's done, wiping tears away comically.
"You're so fucking dead, man." Niall says, giggling to himself. Harry blushes, and shakes his curls softly. After Harry had basically ran off from Louis, he went back to his flat, flustered and embarrassed.
"You got off with an anti-hero in an alley!" Niall snorts and starts another round of laughter. Harry rolls his eyes. He knew he shouldn't have told him.
"For the record, I never actually came." He says with a small shrug of his shoulders. That sentence in itself has Niall wheezing until he's on the floor, rolling around, clutching his stomach.
Harry mutters profanities before turning and heading into the kitchen. He grabs a half empty carton of last nights takeaway and heats it up in the microwave. He grabs a can of soda and heads back into the living room, finding Niall sprawled out on the floor.
Harry taps his thigh softly, gaining his attention. He was still breathing heavily, as if coming down from a high.
"Are you done mocking me?" Harry asks, flopping onto the couch, tucking his feet under one of the throw pillows.
"Yes–wait no." Harry is considering throwing his food at him but thinks that's much more a reward than a punishment. He continues to eat his food while Niall throws teasing remarks towards him. Harry ignores most of it, knowing the lad is just messing with him.
"Okay, okay, being completely honest, would you ever be with him?" Harry splutters on his soda and widens his eyes.
"No. I mean–yea–what am I saying? Absolutely not!" Harry says and Niall hums under his breath.
"Sure, mate." Harry wants to web his mouth shut. But he's only done that once and swore to never do it again.
"Kindly fuck off." Harry mutters and Niall fakes a hurt expression. He moves to say something when his police radio goes off again. He listens to it, confused when only static can be heard.
"Hello? This thing on?" Louis' voice fills the speaker. Harry is ready to launch himself off a cliff.
"I hope so. Spider-Man! I hope you're listening. And so are all the other police men on here. Ooh, are there any hot cops out there? Give me a call!" Niall stares at Harry with a what the fuck expression. The taller lad only shakes his head.
"Okay, we're getting off topic. Spider-Man, back to you! We got off on the wrong foot. Meet me at the place where we wink-wonked. You know what I'm talking about. I'll be waiting!"
With that the radio goes silent again, this time the sound of confused officers asking what just happened. Harry stares at Niall only to find him turning red from trying to contain his laughter. He lets out an exasperated sigh and shoots up from his seat.
"I'm only going to get away from you. Go home." Harry says and leaves, knowing well enough that the blond will still be here when he gets back. He quickly slips into his suit and swings towards the place where he last met Louis.
He blushes at the memory before shaking his head, dispersing any unwanted thoughts. He lands in the alley, finding Louis leaning against the wall with a bouquet of flowers.
"What do you want?" Harry asks when the flowers are thrusted in his direction. He takes them grimly.
"Well, I wanted to apologize for giving you a boner earlier but I'm not saying that I totally wouldn't do it again, hot-shot." Harry is ready to leave but Louis stops him waiving his hands in the air.
"Let's start over!"
"What?"
"Hi, I'm Deadpool and I enjoy sex and chimichangas." He says holding his gloved hand out. Harry wants to cry, wants a way out of this mess but in reality he wants to continue this weird friendship–thing they have going on. He sighs dramatically and takes his hand, shaking it slowly.
"Hi, I'm Spider-Man and you annoy the shit out of me." Louis squeals, literally squeals, and claps his hands together.
"This is great! So, when do you wanna bang?"
"What?"
"I said when do you want to hang?"
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Fanfiction[DISCONTINUED] Sure, he has these eyes that made Harry feel like he was lost in an ocean. And sure, he stared at his bum more times than he cared to admit. But, he was annoying. And Harry hated him. Okay maybe that's stretching the truth a bit, but...
