The Eye Of The Beholder

Chapter 19: A Distraction

⚠🔻Smut Warning🔻⚠

Deadpool

I wake up to a cool rainy breeze from the window and a crack of lightning. I look around.

"Peter!" I call in shock of him not being next to me.

"Yeah?"

I sigh with relief. "I just...just wanted to make sure you were okay."

He pads his way back into the bedroom with a mug of steaming liquid. "I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. So I made myself some cocoa." He sips it quietly. "Do you want me to make you a mug?"

"No. I want something else warm," I whisper.

He grins already knowing exactly what I'm talking about. He sets his mug on the nightstand and leans down to kiss me.

"Mmmmm...." I hum. "You taste like chocolate." I pull him back down for another, deeper kiss.

"Wade..." he whispers.

"Yeah, Baby Boy?" I delicately caress his neck.

"You know I love you, right?"

"Of course, I do." I stroke his cheek. "I love you more than you could possibly imagine."

"I know." He kisses me again and lays his head on my chest. "Wade..."

"Mmhmm?" I hum again.

There's a flash of lightning and less than a second later is the crack of thunder. I feel Pete tense up at the sound.

"Are you afraid of lightning?" I ask.

"More of the sound of thunder, but yeah more or less."

Another thunder clap. He curls into me again.

"You literally lived with the god that creates it."

"That doesn't make it any less terrifying."

Both of us are quiet for a moment, listening to the not so rhythmic patterns of the rain. Peter's body eventually loosens up, relaxing to the soothing pitter patter of the rain on the roof. The room fills with light, like a bright camera flash, then the sound of God playing baseball. My spider shakes with fear again. I can't let him be afraid.

How do you stop someone from being afraid of lightning storms?

You don't.

"Peter," I whisper, "do you want me to distract you?"

"Yes please."

I sit on top of his hips and kiss his neck. His eyes close just allowing me to go where I want. I trail up to his lips.

"Just relax," I whisper.

His chest heaves when I lick him.

"Ugh...Wade, I want you so bad."

I press my lips against his, letting him determine our pace. He forces his tongue in my mouth and I don't think I've ever wanted him more badly in my life. My cock starts to throb at how badly I want him. He whines quietly.

"Wade, please..."

"Please what?" I growl, then pause for a second. "Beg me."

"What?"

"Beg me to fuck you."

He's quiet for less than a second.

"Fuck me. Please. I wanna feel you. I want you inside me. I want you to touch me and kiss me all over. Wade, fuck me," he mutters.

There's a short pause where neither of us speak, before I kiss him, hard.

"Oh my God...that's the sexiest thing I've ever heard in my life," I tell him between kisses.

I kiss him deeply, drowning his senses so much with my touch, that he doesn't even flinch when lightning strikes again. He slides his hand down my pants so smoothly that I almost don't notice. The moment his cold fingers touch my dick, I can't help but moan in his mouth. I grip his ass tightly.

I force his boxers off his crotch and take a good look at what I'm about to tear apart, as he does the same with me. We kick off the garments, and he gently scratches my back.

"On your hands and knees, Baby Boy," I command. He does as he's told. I examine all the scars from his beating the past week and kiss the larger ones, finding it hard to believe he doesn't  have nightmares about this. I push it to the side for now. He needs a distraction from the lightning.

I run my fingers over his ass, so perfectly round and pale. Hard to believe it's mine to take. I lean down and lick his back, just above his ass, making him shiver with pleasure. I stick my first two fingers in my mouth, glistening them with saliva, before pushing one into him. He hums, obviously taking it easily, so I push in the second.

"Uhh...yeah..."

He's so hot. Goddamn.

Call the police and the fireman.

I can't do it anymore. I pull my fingers out and lick his hole.

"Ohhh God!"

I grip his hips as I push into him. His breathing quickens. "Ugh fuck!" He mutters.

I start off slow, but seeing him grip the sheets, burying his face in the pillow sends me over the edge.

"Harder."

"Wait, what?" I hesitate. His words are muffled by the pillow, and I heard him clear as day, but is this my Peter.

"Harder, please. Wade...."

"Peter..." I growl. I'm so turned on right now. I pull out. The moment I do, he whimpers with disappointment. I force him on to his back and slam into him. He throws his head back and whines. I lean over him and kiss him. His chest heaves beneath me in time with mine. He grips on to my shoulders as I thrust into him.

"Wade... uhh!!" His breath hitches and he gasps.

"Shit, Peter! You're so tight!" I whisper.

Peter grabs his cock and I force his hand away.

"Ah ah ah, Baby boy. I'm going to make you cum all by myself." I lick his chest and he moans.

Our hips grind together and my tongue takes over his mouth. Thunder shakes the room. Or is that just us?

"Wade, I'm gonna..." he moans, shaking as his sperm covers our chests.

Seeing him like this...so submissive under me...it's perfect.

I thrust into him one last time and I cum inside him. Our chests heave together as I pull out. He closes his eyes slowly catching his breath. I can't help but stare. He's everything I ever wanted.

I stare down at him. You're so perfect, Peter.

His eyes flutter open. They look like they are shining, like there's a fire behind them. "Wade...I..."

We said that out loud.

Oops...

"I'm not perfect." He blushes, looking away.

"Yes, you are. You're everything I could ever have asked for and there isn't a single day that goes by where I don't think about it."

"Wade..." Now I can see it. Its love.

"I fuckin love you, Petey." I lean down and kiss him. He swallows my tongue and we make out to til the rain ends.