Spider-Man/Avengers One Shots

Dancing on our Own

Smut Warning!!!
This is pre-deadpool Wade Wilson.
Wade is 21 and peter is 19
Legal drinking age in Canada is 19 btw so that's where they are

Peter Parker made sure his shoe laces were tied before walking out onto the club's minimalist dance floor. There were foolish girls swaying their hips and boys waving their arms around in the air. Peter though, he didn't know how to dance. Maybe he was foolish too. He came to a club alone. Who did that? Surely not anyone with friends or a brain. Somehow he needed up there with neither, and without a clue of what he should be doing.

He got his abundance of stares and disrespectful glares, and also some girls that tried to get him to dance with them. Sometimes he wished there were casual bars in his area. Or at least clubs with girls who aren't drunk or stoned. He just wanted someone to talk to, maybe dance with. Mostly everyone just wanted a hookup.

"Yippee ki-yay." Someone whispered behind him, giving him a certified heart attack. He turned to see a man in a leather jacket. A hot man in a leather jacket. "What're you doing standing on the dance floor?" Peter adjusted his hair for the hundredth time that night. It just refused to cooperate. "I can't dance alone..."

The man grabbed his hips (quite quickly where peter was concerned) and pulled him closer to his chest. "It's all about finding the rhythm of the song. Letting the music move you. Don't try too hard, you'll look dumb. Take my hand, I'll show you." Peter was now dancing for the first time in his life, with a handsome stranger he had never met before that night.

They moved to the pumping beat of some bass driven song, but peter was wondering how something like this could get any better. But then the man carried him swiftly over to the bar when the song had ended. "I'm wade." He said, ordering two drinks peter had never heard of. "Who are you, other than beautiful?" "It's peter." He said, realizing what an idiot he was. He was staring at the floor like a coward. "You think in beautiful?"

"Either I do or it's club talk. But the truth is, yes I do. Your hair is a mess but it's adorable, and the colour of your cheeks when you look at me is priceless. Not to mention, you're otherwise insanely hot, and that's just off the top of my head." This guy was good. Excellent at working his charm on anyone he wanted. Right now, peter was feeling so many things he didn't know he could feel.

"You're not bad looking either." Peter said softly into his glass. It tasted terrible but he'd feel rude not to drink it. "I'd never be able to pull off a leather jacket." Wade swung it off his shoulders and handed it to him. "Try it, you'll look cute I promise" peter did so. It didn't match his jeans and Star Wars tee perfectly, and it was too big. But he liked the way it felt, he handed it back over.

"Thanks wade, for the drink and the dance lesson. How should I pay you back?" He was trying to flirt but now he sounded more and more like a freak or a nutcase. He was new to this. "I know a few ways" wade smirked. "Like having sex with me?" Peter asked and then laughed ending on a giggle. "Your laugh is adorable" wade complimented. "Lead the way honey bee."

Peter lead wade to his car and started to drive, he was so flustered it was obvious. "You've never done this before have you petey pie?" Peter blushed more and slowly shook his head slightly. Wade chuckled at his adorableness. When they reached Peter's apartment building he grabbed wades hand and lead him inside. As soon as the door was unlocked wade pushed peter inside and pinned him to the door locking it.

"Tell me what you want baby boy" wade growled. Peter shivered at this and quietly said "you." With that wade kissed him roughly moving his hands to Peter's waist gripping tightly and picking him up. Peter responded by wrapping his legs around wades waist and his arms around his neck. They moved their mouths almost instinctively, wade putting his hands under Peter's shirt.