𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

49; please

-'🕷 Wade had been waiting for Peter for a little while; he didn't have anything to do today. The mercenary leaned against the blood red corvette, arms crossed, hood hanging carefully over his scarred features. He was too worried to play any of the plethora of games downloaded on his phone, instead he waited.

Peter was agitated about something, something was gnawing at him. Something was wrong, he needed help.

Wade let out a breath, pressing his hot, scarred back against the cold metal. He caught odd glances from people passing by, but it made sense, he was thirty minutes early. He just hoped those thirty minutes would pass by faster, so he could hold that small little boy in his arms.

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Peter let out a huff, as he turned into the debate room. He liked debate, it wasn't bad in any way, it was just loud. Loud because of Flash, who was now dead. Dead at fifteen, Peter knew it wasn't his fault but he was starting to feel bad about it all.

The small boy sat down, a frown apparent on his lips. It was quiet without Flash, maybe because he was so distracting or maybe because the wounds were too fresh to say a word. He saw the way MJ looked at him, those pitying eyes caused his blood to boil. He hated it. Everyone had been looking at him that way. Everyone who knew about them; and judging by the fact that Flash was on the football team that was just about everyone.

He kept his nose pressed against the spine of his book; schizophrenia for dummies. Peter wanted to understand the way Wade's brain worked.

There was a whisper about someone outside; that was the problem with super senses, he was in everyone's business. He listened to the story, the man had been outside since 6th period, he was wearing a hoodie, and his face..burns.

Burns?

Burns.

Wade was outside! happiness filled his small body, a grin slipping along pink lips. He ignored the odd look from the debate teacher, as he sprang from his uncomfortable chair. The spider dashed to the window to see Wade's vibrant red corvette, he let out a soft noise of excitement. Before anyone could protest, Peter was halfway down the hallway.

His short legs carried him all the way to his boyfriend without an ache. The small boys footsteps grew quiet, as he came up behind the man. Silently he darted for his lover, tackling the beautiful man to the ground.

Deadpool's response was to flip their position so he was pinning Peter down, a knife quickly finding his pale throat.

Terror filled Peter, a small shaky hand reached up to wrap around Wade's scarred wrist. The Marc's hand steadied and he quickly dropped it, a sigh escaping him. It took Wade time to realize Peter wasn't a threat when he did something like that. His whole life he was convinced every one was a threat.

The Arachnid's soft hands started at Wade's hip, inching up his abdomen to feel his scarred neck. His lover responded with a content sigh, heat emitting from his large body. Fingertips slid along scarred flesh to find his cheek.

Peter guided Wade down, closer, closer, closer. Gently, very gently he locked their lips into a tender kiss. The anti-hero relaxed into the touch, lips moving sloppily against Peter's loving touch.

Thighs pressed against the large man's hips, legs wrapping around his waist. Scarred hands moved up and down the smaller boys body, warmth lighting Peter's pale skin.

Wade was the first to pull away from Peter's intoxicating lips, a steady plant leaving his lungs. The Arachnid watched him closely, a smile falling back over him. Small body pressed gently against his lovers, soft brown eyes analyzing his features.

" I love you." The words emitted from Peter's lips, his tone as soft as his lips. He leaned up, to press his forehead against Wade's. " You know that?"

" You have no idea.." Wade hummed happily, shutting his eyes in order to never leave this moment. " ..How much I love you. "

" I love you to the moon and back, baby." The words left a sugary taste on his mouth, as he sat up, Wade following after.

" You wanna ditch?"

" I wish I could, but uh.." He caught the kids crowded around the window, a hot blush falling over his cheeks. " It looks like debate knows where I am.."

" What?" Wade turned to find what Peter was looking for, blue eyes landing over the group of people. " O-Oh.."

" I should probably go.."

" Yeah, I'll see you soon? Maybe I'll go grab you some Starbucks?" Wade hummed, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against his temple.

" That sounds amazing, baby." He pushed his glasses up, leaning over to peck those perfectly scarred lips. " I'll see you soon!"

" bye, Petey-Pie!"

" Bye!"

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Peter grinned as he slipped back into the classroom, his heart fluttering as he played back the last few minutes. The kiss was short, but so sweet. So soft. He already missed the warm hands in his hair, the lips gliding gloriously against his. Peter wished they hadn't pulled away, hadn't left each others presence. Maybe he was being too clingy..

" Peter what the hell?!" One of the many football players boomed; most of them were in there for the easy grade and many field trips.

" What..?" The small boy hummed, head cocking innocently to the side. Pink lips still slightly swollen from Wade's kiss.

" Flash JUST does and you're already fucking some other guy? Hell, an ugly guy too!"

" Excuse me?" The words that left his lips were coated in a deadly venom that caused the large player to step back.

" I-"

" Flash was a dick! Just because he's dead didn't mean I'm going to pretend he's a fucking legend!" The small boys voice raised drastically, a snarl deep in his voice. " He hurt me! Every fucking day! And you know what..? I love that man, and I think he's a beautiful human being. So, would you like to continue?"

" No ma'am- Sir! no sir!"

Everyone's eyes were glued on Peter; he rarely spoke, and when he did it was normally something positive. Very rarely did he raise his voice. Not even MJ could contain her surprise, her mouth had fallen ajar, eyes wide.

The Arachnid ignored every stare, every whisper as he sat down, opening his book with a huff. He waited patiently for the bell to ring, and when it did he was out of there.

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