𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

53; my name

-'🕷 Peter could feel his heart skip a beat as soon as he stepped into their apartment. His cozy little, curl up by the fire and read a book heaven. His toes curled against the soft carpet, brown eyes jolting up to Wade with a squeal. Happiness was overwhelming, bursting in hie heart, brown eyes filled with excitement.

The small boy pushed his lover against the wall, gently shutting the door. He pushed himself onto his tippy toes, pressing soft lips against Wade's scarred ones.

The mercenary flipped their position, so he was pinning Peter's small body against the wall. Lips moved gently against each others, love emitting from their lips.

Wade and him moved their way into the room they shared, their kiss never weakening. Lips never parting. Peter pulled away once they entered their room, practically bouncing on spot. Brown eyes were staring up at Wade like a little puppy.

" Help me take it off?" Pete purred, stepping closer to fill in the large gap between them. " Pretty please?"

" Of course."

Wade's fingers slowly inched down his side, before grasping at the bottom of his Star Wars shirt. Peter's hands were just besides his lovers, and he nodded, both of them slowly pulling the shirt from his small frame.

Peter let out a giggle, his body vibrating on spot, brown eyes staring happily up at his lover. He stared down at his flat chest, watching the way Wade's fingers traced over the scars. A smile spilled over their faces, so wide it made their cheeks sore. The Anti-Hero presses his forehead against Peter's, holding onto his small hips.

The Arachnid slowly laid his head onto his large chest, and it hit Wade; he had never seen Peter shirtless. Scarred hands traveling up the small of his back, feeling his soft skin. Warm, scarred palms rubbed up his back, sending fireworks down Peter's spine.

" Say my name." Peter ordered, his lips only inches away from his lovers. Soft whisper hitting his scarred lips.

" Peter." Wade whispered, causing a grin to fall over the younger boys face.

" I'm a fucking man!!' Peter squeaked, tackling him into the bed, a wide grin on his lips. He climbed to his side, grinning happily.

Wade pulled his baby down, wrapping his arms firmly around his little boy. He picked them up, slowly. The large man sat in the seat pulled up to the large window, overlooking New York. His blue eyes watched as people scurried along the sidewalks, packed together like sardines. Peter's eyes, however were on the sky, staring at the bright stars with a small smile.

They sat there, in each others arms. He pressed his back against, Wade's warm body. A smile reached his pink lips, brown eyes tracing the stars, mesmerizing the constellations.

Tonight was perfect, and he was getting cold because holy shit he wasn't wearing a shirt!

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Peter was the first to wake up on the comfortable, very ugly green chair in front of the window. He lifted himself off of Wade's lap, approaching the clear glass allowing the natural light to fill the room. His fingertips slowly slid along the frame, taking in the morning air.

He turned to face his lover, leaning down to press a kiss against his scarred temple.

" I love you, Wade Wilson."

His voice was gentle, even as he slept. Peter's thumb slipped along his cheek, a small smile on his lips.

" I'm going to make us breakfast, and when you wake up, I'm going to make you a nice cup of coffee.."

The small boy pressed another kiss against his forehead, before pulling off his jeans and making his way to the kitchen. He looked at the refrigerator with hum. Fresh peppers, tomatoes, eggs. Enough for a nice omelette.

He pulled out a pan, and a measuring cup. The spider pulled out all his ingredients, and placed the array of vegetables on the cutting bored. His eyes flared down at the onion; he would not let it make him cry.

He put the fragile egg in his palm, his thumb to slide over the smooth shell. Peter bit his lip, cracking it against the glass, pulling it apart. The took came crashing against the bottom of the glass, the sudden contact causing the yellow bubble to pop, and spill into the white. He added two more eggs, to make the perfect omelette.

He took a whisk to the substance, mixing the eggs together to make an almost pastel yellow. Peter turned, finger hovering over the kitchen knives to settle over the Santoku knife. His grip around it was firm as he cut through the vegetables, dicing them up into small pieces. He started with the peppers and worked his way down to the online.

" Alexa?" He called softly, pouring the egg into a pan, turning the stove on its medium setting. " Can you play Back in Black by AC/DC?"

" now playing Back in Black by AC/DC."

" Thank you."

Peter went back to his business, sprinkling cheese over the rainbow omelette. He shook his hips to the beat, a soft nod turning into a headbang as he pulled off dance moves that Wade wished he hadn't saw.

The mercenary stood in the doorway, leaning against the wall as he watched his baby closely. Wade's brow cocked, and he slowly approached his baby, placing hands on his small hips. He leaned down to press a kiss against his shoulder, pulling him close.

Peter responded with a hum, carefully using the spatula to flip the golden omelette.

" It smells delicious.." Wade hummed, a scarred hand moving up his bare abdomen to gawk over his lovers beautiful body.

" The coffee is brewing baby.."

" You're such an angel." Wade groaned, pressing kisses up his neck. " I guess I should keep you around."

" Yeah?"

" Yeah."

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//This was poorly written :)