Everything is Red

Chapter 20 - Is This Really How It's Going To End?

Slamming the door behind him and locking it Wade pressed his back to the bathroom door and held his hands to his face bending over at the waist and releasing a small silent scream. Hyperventilating he screamed silently again to himself jumping up and down in excitement eventually fanning his face with his hands. Omg omg omg omg! I can't handle this right now! I'm going to jump him, I swear to god I'm going too if he doesn't stop being so fucking cute!   Wade shook his head and tried to compose himself in between small squeals and the pounding of his own heart. Pacing back and forth he continued to think to himself. What am I even thinking about right now my friend is out there right now with a broken back and I'm here thinking about just demolishing him! There is something seriously wrong with me!

Well, his back is already broken so why not?

What the actual fuck is wrong with you?

Your just mad that I'm willing to say what you've been thinking but you're too afraid to say! Pussy!

First of all, fuck you, and second of all let's just get back in there already and go to sleep and not act like a total pervert to the poor kid.

Hold up there pussy! Let's go over a few facts about today, first things first, mind-blowing secret spilled by our little Spidey who shared with us his first name. I don't know about you but that's like next level shit not just friendship shit. Second, he looks us dead in the eyes and asks us to undress him, then he gives us those fuck me eyes the whole time. Then instead of just allowing us to sleep on the floor he basically demands that we "sleep with him"? Um, hell-fucking-lo? Are you kidding me right now, he totally wants us! And he's sitting out there in nothing but his underwear in our bed just waiting for us while we are in this cramped bathroom having this totally unnecessary internal debate on whether or not he wants us. When it's probably one of the most obvious answers? And in case you slow motherfuckers aren't tracking with me the answer is YES!

Well...I mean...Well...Yeah, he's probably right, he totally wants our dick.

But we've never been with a man before?

An asshole is an asshole and we've dealt with plenty of those. So who gives a fuck!

Look at you, batting for the other team so quickly!

Nice metaphor within a metaphor!

Thank you!

While white and yellow continued back and forth complimenting each other Wade was left alone with his actual thoughts for once. It was true that he wasn't really afraid of the aspect of being with a man but it wasn't something he had ever had to think about until now.  Wade, to be honest, wasn't sure if he actually had feelings for Peter or if it was more of just a sexual frustration thing.   Always being the guy that joked around about everything he was constantly making jokes about being with men but never had he thought about actually being with a man. Everyone he ever loved or at least made love too had been a woman.  Never had he felt attracted to a man before but now all of a sudden it felt like his heart might explode if he heard Peter say his name one more time or look at him again with that look of longing.  Wade walked to the mirror and stood over the sink with his hands gripping the sink one on each side as he stared in the mirror. The black and red of the mask staring back at him blankly. Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes and ripped the mask from his face, slowly opening his eyes to look at himself in the reflection of the mirror. Scars littered his face, the bumps and lines that ran across his face made him want to immediately look away but he forced himself to stare. I'm hideous. It had been a while since Wade had looked this closely at his face let alone the rest of his body and now all at once, he was reminded exactly why he didn't get close to people.  If he allowed people to get close to him and if he fell for them they always would end up hurting him in the end.  The many other people he had been with had all just been one night stands never getting close enough to anyone to allow himself to be hurt again. But this isn't a one night stand, I actually care about this guy. How can I let him see me, surely he will run for the hills once he sees this. There's no one on this fucking planet that would want to look at this ugly mug. I mean I don't even want too and it's my damn mug!