The Eye Of The Beholder

Chapter 18: My Everything

Spiderman

"Can I please go home now?" I ask Bruce.

"Just one more check," he chuckles. He puts the stethoscope in his ears and says, "Deep breaths."

Inhale.

He presses the cold metal circle to my chest.

Exhale.

He moves the piece a little more to the right. "Lay on your stomach."

I flip over, laying face down on the med table.

Inhale.

The instant the metal touches my back a tingling sensation travels down my spine.

Exhale.

He pulls the stethoscope off my skin and takes the pieces out of his ears. He tosses me my shirt and sets the tool on the table.

"You are all set. Just don't push it. Spidey needs to stay out of harms way for at least two more days. Four days would best." He grins at me. "And promise you'll visit more often?"

I smile back, pulling the shirt over my head. "I promise as long as you try and help Pop keep Dad on a leash."

He laughs. "I'll try my best. But know he doesn't really pay attention to me when I'm Bruce as much as he does the other guy."

"I disagree but whatever you say, Bruce."

Wade strolls in watching me carefully as he has been doing for the past few days. Since I woke up, Wade has been extra careful with me like if he touched me I would snap. Every time he touches me, it's like he is touching a delicate flower.

Bruce grins at me. "I'll leave you two alone," he whispers. As he walks to the door he says, "Jarvis, cameras off."

I smile. The first thing I do is grab Wade's face and kiss him. He kisses me back hard, with such force, such longing. I can't even begin to realize how badly he missed me. His hands travel down the sides of my back, eventually resting right on my ass. I lock my arms around his neck and open my mouth for him. His tongue makes his way inside and sparks go off in my brain. I jump up and lock my legs around his hips. He grips my ass and hoists me up even higher.

"Petey," he whines into the kiss.

I can feel my pants tightening around my steadily growing cock. "Wade...." I moan.

He finally breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against mine. "Let's get you home before I fuck you right here."

I giggle childishly, kiss him one last time then he sets me on the ground.

Wade hails us a cab and tells the driver where were heading. He sits next to me in the backseat with an arm around my shoulder. I relax and lean my head against him. He kisses my forehead and I close my eyes.

I wake up in bed in my apartment with Wade curled up behind me. I stroke the back of his hand with my thumb.

"I wanted to fuck you when I got back," I whisper. "You shouldn't have let me fall asleep."

"You look so cute when you're sleeping though," he mutters half-asleep. I blink. I didn't expect him to actually be awake. A devilish grin creeps across my face.

"I bet I look sexy screaming your name."

He grins, looking up at me. I've got his attention.

"Peter, it's like you want me to tear you apart." The way he growls my name tightens my pants all over again.

I can feel my chest already starting to heave. "Maybe-- maybe I do."

In one swift move, Wade's leg swings over me and he's now straddling my hips. "Say my name."

"Wha--" he almost immediately silences me with a deep kiss as he grinds our hips together. I slide my hands down his back, my eyes closed. My nerves firing endlessly at the sensation. He caresses my waist and my hips, flicking his tongue in my mouth.

He pull back, just enough so that he can kiss my neck, leaving a trail of kisses to my chest.

"Wade..."

"Say it again."

"No, Wade, I...."

He looks hurt that he has to stop.

"Are you holding back? Like even more than last time?" I ask.

He bites his lip. "Not more....well a little...." he pauses and I raise an eyebrow at him. "Yes."

"Why?"

"Causeyou'rehurtandI'mafraidI'llhurtyouevenmore."

"So I can understand you, please?"

"I don't wanna hurt you..." he whispers.

"The only way you can hurt me, Wade, is if you kill yourself again."

He looks taken back. "Why? I just heal up again."

"Because honestly, it makes me feel like me being here hasn't helped you at all."

I can see tears welling up in his eyes. He leans down and kisses me. It's not a lustful kiss, but one of passion and, well, love.

"Petey..." he whispers.

"I love you, Wade," I state, running my thumb over his cheek.

"I love you so much, Peter."

He lays back down next to me, holding me close to his chest. His steady heart beat and signature smell lulls me into a calm rest.

"I love him so much," he whispers to the voices, just before I'm fully out. "He's my everything."