Spideypool: Wade you're a douchebag

Wait the red button means it's recording?

           So this has turned into Peter suffering from Wade's insane antics in a mildly sexual fashion.  And it probably will continue in that style until my sexy af imagination poos out some spicy ideas.
(Yellow Box)
[White box]

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Wade's Pov

         I'm not a bad boyfriend, I promise. In fact, I'm a great boyfriend and I was currently hiding in the guest room from a very very very angry Peter Parker. See, just a little while ago, I got Pete a gift because I'm such a good boyfriend. And lets just say that he wasn't too happy about the gift that his very good boyfriend got him. Now you're probably wondering, "Well what was the gift Wade?", and to that I say shut up, I'm getting there. So before I tell you the gift keep in mind that I am an amazing boyfriend, and that the gift may have been me replacing all the pictures of every guy on his phone with my nudes and dick pics, and his wallpaper, and his lock screen, and I may have changed his password to fuckmewade69. I'm a good boyfriend. "[You're an idiot you know that? It's so hard to exist in the same mind as you sometimes]" white drawled in monotone. "Well if you figure out how to exit my head space then please do so. Until then SHUT THE FUCK UP BEFORE I SHOOT YOU IN THE HEAD" I yelled out loud, not realizing my fuck up.
           "WADE YOU ASS HAT" Peter yelled, kicking in the door. Yikes neither of his dads would appreciate the damage done to that door. Such a nice door, it never hurt anybody. Peter didn't seem to care. He marched right up to me and delivered a harsh slap to the side of my face. " What the HELL IS YOUR DAMAGE?" he spat at me. 
      The slap didn't hurt much and it wouldn't even bruise, but it hurt knowing Pete was mad at me, for about like two seconds. " I don't see the issue. It's not like you don't already have pictures like that anyway. What's wrong with some fresh ones?" I asked. Peter was doing his best to keep looking mad at me but the red that colored his cheeks gave him away.
       "Ok and if someone, say EITHER OF MY DADS, were to pick up my phone and see......that?" he asked, blushing even harder. 
    " Yes Peter, I'm entirely concerned about two more gay men seeing all 9 inches of my dick. If you want I can make your lock screen the picture of your lips wrapped around those 9 inches of-". Peter clamped a hand over my mouth, blushing furiously. Apparently he wasn't thrilled about the idea. I, frankly, didn't see the issue, but Peter apparently did. Then he started talking, a lot. Normally I can follow what he's saying, but I was preoccupied at the moment. My eyes drifted down to his legs first, he was wearing skinny jeans and looked damn sexy in them. My eyes wandered up to his torso, it amazed me how he could be so damn perfect. When my gaze found it's way back to his face, it was met with a very angry Peter. Apparently he noticed me staring at his body, I wasn't wearing my suit or mask, so he could see my eyes.
     "Really Wade? You're such a asshole, can't you think of anything besides sex for once? " he asked with those sexy lips of his- screw it I couldn't wait.

     "Nope" I responded, pinning him on the large bed next to us. I silently thanked myself for hiding in the guest bedroom, grinning down at Peter. He, apparently, wasn't having as much fun as I was.

Peter's Pov

         I was thoroughly pissed, like you don't even know. Normally, it didn't bother me when Wade acted like a total horn-dog, because he was one. But he literally just ignored everything I've said because he couldn't keep it in his pants. And now, because of him, I was pinned to my dads' guest bed with a very hard Wade between my legs. Even though I was mad at him, I couldn't help but admire his well built body. He looked so good in people clothes. Even though the shirt was his size, every muscle that it tried to hide seemed even more defined. His biceps bulged from the sleeves and made him look even sexier. And don't get me started on his pants. The denim clung to his calves and thighs and his.....oh fuck. Wade began to grind against me, and it felt too good. Wade get off of me is what I tried to say but it came out as "Wade.....a-ah". I was positively mortified and the pink that colored my cheeks gave it away. Wade leaned in for a kiss and, as much as I didn't want to, I returned it with fervor. I laced my arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. He pulled away from me, leaving me breathless, and latched his mouth onto my neck, kissing, sucking, and biting any skin he could get to. His rough tongue and soft lips against my neck elicited breathless moans from me, even more so when his free hand slid down my chest, around to my ass, and gave it a squeeze. I couldn't remember why I was mad at him and I was losing myself to the pleasure he created from just touching my body. He surprised me when he sat back on his knees, but I immediately understood when he undid his belt and the zipper of his jeans. I crawled over to him and gently pulled down the waistband of his boxers, allowing all 9 inches of his cock to spring free. Wade was always big, but he seemed especially excited this time, precum beaded at the tip and it throbbed eagerly. I knew what he wanted once I met his gaze, but something else caught my attention. It was a digital camera on the top of the dresser , 'was Wade recording this? But the red light was on, it would probably be green if it was recording' I thought. With that in mind, I took Wade's throbbing length into my mouth. The salty taste of precum splashed onto my tongue as I took him in inch by inch. Apparently I wasn't going fast enough because wade grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me the rest of the way onto his cock. It wasn't anything new, I loved him being rough with me, so when he fucked my face relentlessly, I was in paradise. With each harsh thrust of his hips, my mouth was forced down to the base of his dick. It took everything in me to not choke on him, but god was it hard....wait no not like that, well yes like that but....that wasn't what I meant. Anyway it was difficult not suffocating on all 9 inches of his dick but I had....practice in this division.

Wade's Pov

      I didn't know what was better, seeing Peter eagerly swallow my dick or knowing that I could watch him do it anytime I wanted. Camera's are great, am I right?

    [You're sick you know that], white drawled, [ recording him and he doesn't even know].

   I groaned internally. 'Shut up....getting....blowjob', I thought. White didn't prod any further but I could tell he was stewing in his...our anger? I wasn't too sure about how this worked. What I was sure about was that Peter was pushing me closer and closer to the edge with his mouth and that I was definitely gonna make him swallow. I thrusted all the way, reveling in the feeling of his warm throat as I shot ropes of my cum into his mouth. I couldn't help but watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed of my load. It almost made me want to go in for another blowjob, then maybe another, and after that one another, and another, and - [you're a whore]. Aside from white's annoying commentary, another factor stopped my quest for head. That was Peter's curiosity.

     "Hey you know there's a camera on the dresser. I think my dads wanted to keep an eye on us. Good thing the red light was on huh?" he questioned.

    "You know the red light means it's recording. Right?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

       "W-WHAT" he exclaim, his blushing face as red as a cherry. "You mean they.....SAW....all of....that?!".

      "What makes you think they put it there?" I said dismissively.

       And his eyes widened

       And I grinned like a mad man.

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So uh yeah I thought I'd try writing the *ahem* more mature part. In first person rather than third. If it isn't liked I'll swap back. Just thought I'd try something new.