Tacos, Spider-suits and Sex

Chapter 6

He really hadn't thought this through at all.

Peter was still clinging tightly onto Wade's back, weaving between buildings as Deadpool shamelessly tried to reenact Spiderman's web-slinging with two little guns. Not that his grappling skills were bad, they were pretty good in fact. It just seemed pretty commandeering to the out-of-commission Spiderman hanging off his shoulders. Wade giddily shouted and shrieked as they swung forward, Peter barking out directions every now and then. "Left!" he shouted, holding on a little tighter as they made a sharp turn, grazing up against another building, "Be careful!"

"Learn to think faster!" Deadpool retorted, going right back into a fit of whooping and hollering. "Yahoo!"

Peter couldn't help smiling. Wade was fooling around, purposefully missing a few turns just so he could do a full circle around a skyscraper. There was one point where he flat out stopped shooting forward, scaring the crap out of Peter as he used gravity to hurl them to the top of a roof. He caught himself perfectly, momentum carrying him forward into a sprint before jumping right off the opposite end, still screaming like a kid.

It was outrageous.

But Peter was having fun. "Take another right!" he called out, pointing.

"You got it!"

He watched diligently as Deadpool shot a grappling hook high and went stiff, trying to turn. "Use your legs!" Peter ordered, squeezing his thighs against Deadpool sides, "Your wrist should be held by your knee!"

Wade cackled before doing the complete opposite, and almost crashing them into another building. Frustrated, Peter reached out and grabbed one of Deadpool's wrists, forcing it down a few inches. His leg came up, the arm stretched straight, and he made a beautiful turn around the Daily Bugle. He smirked, proud of his handy work. "Oooh!" Wade awed, "Did you see what I did?!"

"How old are you?" Peter chuckled, pulling his arm back to it's original position just under Wade's. He was holding firmly onto the fabric of his suit, hands right over the man's chest and legs circled around his waist. He felt like a spider. Which of course, was pretty fitting. He grinned, "Can you do it again?"

The merc. crowed again and made a sudden swing, taking them off course, but showing off his swinging skills. A smile crept across Peter's lips and Deadpool worked, moving rather in sync with each shoot of rope, "Good job, Wade!"

Deadpool's body suddenly became less loose and free under his hold. Peter thought for a moment he might have said something wrong, but that changed when Deadpool made a second loop. He seemed more focused, using out of character precision to swing the next left, and landing yet another perfect turn. Peter felt proud. Which was stupid because it was just a grappling technique. He wasn't teaching him anything significant, really.

"Good job." he said again, a little softer.

Wade's body relaxed a little, as the swinging became a little more lazy, "I like hearing you say that."

Peter's heart sped up a few beats, and he wanted to kick himself. He might have actually done so, if he wasn't relying on them to keep him attached to Wade. He shouldn't be that happy over a few stupid words. God he was really in deep. He was letting someone from his super hero life take him home after all... Which... really was stupid of him. There was no way Wade wouldn't remember his house. Wade would probably see him mask-less too. It wasn't as if he could just enter the front door of his house with a Spiderman mask on. He'd have to change into street clothes.

The longer he thought, the more he regretted agreeing to this. "Hey! Wake up snoozles! The taxi driver needs directions!" Deadpool shouted.

"You know what..." Peter mumbled into his shoulder, "This wasn't a good idea."