Spideypool - One Shots

7 - First Kiss

Peter is 20, Wade is 22.

I feel so mushy and fluffy inside while making this. So adorable.
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Peter flung his bag onto his bed after a long day from college. He plopped down beside it and sighed. Another day of utter horribleness. He sat up and sulked while pulling out his work. "Friday? Could you play my homework list?" He asked as he flipped through the pages of his work.

"Sure thing, Peter."

Soft piano music started playing as he did his homework on his bed.

Thud.

Peter looked up and Deadpool was standing outside his window waving at him. He yelped and fell off his bed hitting the ground with a loud thud. "Peter! You alright?" Steve yelled. Peter groaned.

"Yeah! I'm fine," he grumbled as he stood up and rubbed his back. He looked out of the window and there was nobody there. He sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly.

"How yer doing, baby boy?"

Peter jumped and bumped into the person and fell onto the floor again. He huffed and glared at the mercenary. "Seriously? Can you not do that?" He asked as Deadpool offered his hand. Peter took it and stood up before sitting on his bed.

The mercenary giggled and sat down beside him. Peter picked up a piece of paper and placed it back into it's folder. "You look down," Deadpool stated. Peter glanced up and gave him a pointed look.

"You think?" He asked sarcastically. Deadpool chuckled and raised his arms in a surrendering gesture.

Peter sighed and replied, "But yeah. Every day has been a bad day," he said.

"Except when you're in them," he added softly.

Deadpool cocked his head to the side and smirked underneath the mask. "Since, I already know your secret identity, I'm going to tell you mine," he said. Deadpool pulled his mask off and Peter blushed at the sight of him. Blue eyes with a hint of mischief and madness and a troublemaker smile.

"Wade Wilson, at your service," he said and bowed. Peter laughed light heartedly and smiled at him.

"You're hot." Peter slapped a hand over his mouth. Oh shit, he thought. Well done, Peter, his brain said sarcastically. Shut up, he thought.

Wade smirked and leaned nearer towards him. Peter backed away while blushing. "You think I'm hot?" He asked smirking even wider. Peter glared half heartedly at him.

"So what if I do?" He asked in reply without stuttering. Wade tilted his head and looked down at Peter's soft, pink and tempting lips.

"This."

Wade kissed a surprised Peter. A moment later, the twenty-year-old kissed back and wrapped his arms around the older male's neck. Wade's arms snaked around Peter's waist. The mercenary bit the bottom of his lip making Peter gasp. His tongue ravished every part of his mouth. Peter moaned and tilted his head slightly. Wade smiled into it and they parted leaving both of them breathless.

"You have no idea how long I have waited to kiss you," Wade mumbled as their foreheads touched. Peter giggled and smiled, "Me too."

Wade leaned in but was stopped by a loud shouting voice from outside the room.

"WADE FUCKING WILSON. GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE!"

"Language!"

The mercenary smiled as Peter laughed quietly. "I'll see you tonight?" He hummed. Peter nodded his head. Wade kissed him one last time before leaving. As soon as he left, Tony came barging in with a...broom?

Peter raised his eyebrow at his choice of weapon. He had a suit for god's sake, and he's holding a broom? Peter leaned onto his hand with a smile on his face.

"Where's that idiot?" Tony asked in an overprotective tone. Peter rolled his eyes and pointed out of the window. "He left. You did ask him to get the fuck out of your house," he said with an amused tone. Tony huffed and left with the broom. Peter chuckled and went back to his homework. There was a smaller piece paper on the pile. He picked it up and a smile grazed his face.

'You look adorable today.'
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