𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

20; help me

-' 🕷 Peter felt the heaviness of his eyes as the morning threatened the sensitive lids. He fought to allow his lashes to flutter open gorgeously open. The Arachnid went to sit up, so he could look for Wade, only for the mercenary to pop into view. His gloved hands gently pressed a weight against Pete's chest, pushing him down slowly.

He was sore, his healing factor had started to slowly pop the rib cage bone back into place. The bruising hadn't gone down, but swelling had built up. Peter looked up at his lover, tears in his wide eyes.

Wade was whispering soothing words into his ear, he had knelt down beside the couch, pushing his fingers the wild chestnut hair. The mercenary started down at the small boy with sad eyes; his Peter was hurt and it was all his fault. Maybe he could have fixed it. Maybe he could have saved the small boy from Venom. Maybe. Maybe. His blue eyes memorized every single feature in case Peter decided to walk out the door after getting better.

For once, the boxes were quiet. As much as Wade hated them, it was hard to be alone. The silence was suffocating, engulfing his brain and forcing him into submission. Peter moved in his spot, forcing his body to the side in order to hold onto the much larger man. He held onto the anti-hero with an anaconda grip, blinking back the tears forced out by his sudden jolt of pain.

" Peter, baby, settle down. You're going to hurt yourself. " Wade hummed against his ear, hands rubbing gently at his unharmed hips. Even broken, he was angelic.

" But I want to hold you. I want you to hold me." He whispered back softly, as he pulled away slightly to look up at him. " Please?"

" Fine, but you have to be careful not to tense. i really don't want you to feel any worse, I want you to heal." Wade said softly, as he crawled onto the couch beside him. He felt Peter crawl into his arms, his hands wrapped loosely around the smaller boy, cradling his lover in his muscled arms. " Is this okay?"

" It's perfect." he said softly, cuddling up to him. The pain wasn't so bad from this angle, and thanks to Wade's unbelievable body heat, the new York air didn't freeze his small body much anymore. " Wade?"

" Yes petey-pie?"

" What are we?"

" We are whatever you want us to be." Wade said with a gentle smile. His eyes meeting the younger boys.

" I want to be boyfriends. "

" That can be arrange. Let's discuss it when you're fully healed, yeah? " Deadpool held his chin in the palm of his large hand, softly rubbing a soothing circle against the Arachnid's skin.

" Yeah." Peter agreed softly, allowing himself to lean into his warm touch. A gentle smile fell over his soft lips, as he looked at his lover.

Peter reached up, defying the pain that stretched across his chest. Slim fingers slipped inside Wade's mask, pushing the leather from his face. The spider needed to see the man's face. The mercenary felt slightly exposed, but complied to the boys action. He would let Peter do just about anything, the small boy was the only thing that really made his life meaningful.

Peter wanted a kiss, he wanted to taste Wade's textures lips. But he didn't push it, as he laid back down. The invisible circles being rubbed into his hips caused his restlessness to calm, thanks to the large man above him.

There was a slow movement on Wade's end; the large man sinking farther down in the couch to lay flat. Peter felt the large man intertwine their legs and his textured fingers reached up to cup his soft cheeks.

His hands roamed to the smaller boys hair, as he pushed himself down to Peter's lips. A soft breathe escaped him, invading Peter's senses, before they sunk into a long kiss. Wade took all the control from Peter, as they moved their lips moved against each others. The Arachnid could feel his heart bang rapidly from under his chest, as the meted into one.

Like a ray of sunlight glowing down on a single rose engulfed in a dark place. It was receiving nourishment, care, and it blossomed under the intense warmth. Peter was the rose, or, that's how he felt, like the rose. Wade was his sunlight.

In some odd way, Peter felt better in his arms; the throbbing against his chest was faint at the older boys touch.

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" What do you want for dinner, baby boy?" The mercenary asked sweetly against the boys ear, watching the way he shivered at the nickname.

" I don't know. um, burgers?" Peter said softly, but then it hit him; he are twice the amount of food as the average teenager. " But, I pay."

" No. You don't."

" I have to pay, I eat a lot." Is said, a blush sliding across the spider's features. " Like a lot.."

" That's okay. I'm a mercenary. "

" what's that gotta do with anything?"

" Mercenaries get big paychecks." He said softly, Deadpool had millions. Wade wouldn't have to slit another throat or lift another finger for the rest of his life, and if he has kids, their life too. The only problem was; he didn't mind the killing, sometimes he almost enjoyed it. " I'll pay baby."

" Well fine, but I owe you one."

" we'll see about that. what do you want."

Peter's cheeks went a rosey red, as he whispered the order to Wade. He couldn't help how hungry he got, if he didn't eat enough his body would break down.

" You weren't kidding." The Canadian teased, shaking his head as he allowed his hand to roam down to the younger boys ass. " My baby has an appetite."

" It's the mutation, it quickens my metabolism.." Peter felt his breathe hitch at the new feeling, causing an odd feeling to jolt down his small body. " Wade-"

" Yes sweetums?"

He felt a soft squirm roll down his hips, as he leaned into the possessive touch. His eyes narrowed, he could feel his cheeks growing hot. They burned. Peter felt his heart skid, and he swallowed hard.

" I um, I.."

Wade leaned down, to press soft kisses down his neck. His gloved hand groped his bubbly ass, his other hand holding his thick thigh.

" You're the most beautiful boy in the world, baby boy. You know that?"

" no. you're prettier."

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