#1 STOPWATCH

Chapter 61

Now when Peter had laid down the rules to what ever sort of scene Wade had been hoping to create Peter had highly assumed it would be later. Later as in when they where done with patrol. Later as in at home. Later as in, dammit Wade I thought I'd be able to play this game until finally days later you'd either somehow catch me off guard or I would be the nice guy and give White and Your idea with good examination before seeing if I would allow it do happen.

In short. Peter wasn't expecting the mercenary to have picked up one of his own extra web shooters bring it with him on the patrol.

' Well at least this way we don't have to worry about keeping an eye on him to make sure he doesn't do something we'll all regret. Not that it's happened in a long while.'

Peter's toes just hardly brush the ground with the way the Merc had stuck his wrist to the wall. He still wasn't entirely sure what the Merc had in store for what ever he had been planning but Peter was starting to pick up on it ever so slightly. Slightly just as how his toes just slightly touch the ground up can't quite do anything to support him. In the end Peter stops smuggling to touch the ground and instead takes refuge by finding support from the wall.

Peter looks up at Deadpool in a bit of a huff. " Wade this is out in the open."

" But I'm playing by your rules." Wade whines in a voice tone fairly new to Peter minus the few rare moments he though he had heard it before.

Wade seems to frown at himself after the outburst. " Um. Sorry white just sort of-" He waves his hand as to finish the meaning to his sentence.

Peter relaxes slightly as he understands. He knows Wade hates letting the voices slip out, but Peter almost thinks maybe he should. Or at least maybe they could have conversations with the two involved. Maybe that would ease them. Perhaps not keeping the abstract voices contained in a pressurized space would calm them and make them more tolerable....Or maybe it would make them worse. Peter silently sighs at the true lack of knowledge he understands about the boxes. If only he could actually hear them then maybe he'd understand. Maybe he could make a way for them  to communicate. Get a card perhaps two yellow on one side and White on the other so they can easily state who it is without having to stop and have Wade evenly state who was speaking.

Peter stores the idea in the back of his mind before returning his attention back to what was going on in front of him. 

Wade has moved to Stand in front of the Spider. Spreading the Hero's knees to stand closer and easily in reach of all of his arachnid.

" What does White want that had us both so out in the open?" Peter asks as he tempts the box to speak again lot of his own curiosity though he should feel guilty for trying to get the box out of Wade's control.

" We only want you baby boy," Wade smirks as his hands that had been resting on the teens hips slide down lower so his thumbs are on the spiders inner thighs.

Peter smiles at the return of the tone of voice. It was Wade's but it lacked that self conscious waver that Wade always had while showing affection put in the open with Spider-Man. Like somehow when Peter was the Nobel hero he would come to think it was bad to be around the Merc, or that people would criticize the spider further for being scene with Deadpool. But no. Now the Merc only seemed confident in his actions, the idea of worrying about his apes remove or altering Peters reputation seeming to have evaporated as he Speaks to another part of the man he has become so fond of.

With the new personality in play Peter takes the opera unity to play the game he originally had planed. Even if it was going to be cut short with the speed to which the Merc had gotten him in a position of forced sub. Not that Peter could deny he sort of liked it.

" Your going to have to come get me if you want me." Peter says in a almost challenging  but with a sort of playful hum at the end when gloved hands slip under him to grasp his firm ass.

" I think I already have." Wade says as his fingers teasingly run along Peter's rear.

" Close. But you haven't scored," Peter points out.

" Oh, but daddy always scores."

Peter takes a moment to think about that. Quite honestly it depends on what you count as a score. If penetrating is scoring them truly Peter does most of it. But if it's the other way around them Wade certainly has been winning. But maybe it's just both because in all truth either way you're scoring unless it's without your consent.

But there are a lot of people on the streets of New York. And anyone of them could take a turn down their alley. Peter wouldn't be able to handle sort of situation if it came up. What would the Bugal have to say then?
Peter could already hear Jameson stating the next front Tittle.

" Don't worry baby boy. We won't let anyone see our son. You're only for our eyes to see." Wade says. Peter wonders for a moment how Wade seemed to know how to say the right thing. Despite Peter being Spider-Man and having his own confident characteristics to go with him, Spider-Man was still only just a anxious teen that doesn't want more social rejection much less to be caught doing the do with his partner in public. " Just tell us if we're pushing to far. You remember what to say?" Wade asks. White seeming to have been put on pause.

Peter nods. He wouldn't say it without good reason. But given a color he would say the sort of chance of being exposed made him feel like a yellowish tinted green.

" Just relax." Wade says as hands sneak up to push up his shirt enough to expose his defined abs. Wade's gloved hands run up along his sides in a calming manner.

Peter himself was wondering why Wade wouldn't be slightly worried himself about exposing in front of the world. Surly the part of Wade that was hesitant to show Peter his body would be anxious also? But then again Wade wouldn't really be exposing anything with the way they where in the dead end alley. Deadpool's back was to the entrance where someone could perhaps walk by or enter. That left them only to seen his back and perhaps Peter's legs.

Peter calms at the knowledge now after thinking it threw.

" That's my baby boy,"

Hmm. Yeah it cut it here. Sorry guys. But don't worry ahead there is something of interest.