70; blossom

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🕸; Looking at Peter after all those months was like the first time, Wade's blue eyes never leaving his sleeping beauty. Scarred fingers explored smooth skin, like foreign men exploring the new world. Every bump, every scar was like an old memory. He wished they could stay like this forever. Nobody else. The real world never forcing rain clouds over their sunshine, over their lives. Wade didn't think it was too much to ask, even as unrealistic as it was.

Peter stirred from inside his lovers' arms, pressing his back against the larger man's stomach. Scarred lips traveled along smooth skin, clutching him tighter.

I'm going to marry this boy...

Wade declared to his boxes, nuzzling his face into the back of the boy's neck.

[ Unless you guys fight again, then apparently we're dirt-]

[ We were never dirt to him. He loves us. We love him.]

I want to make him the happiest boy in the world...

[You give him everything if you could and it's terrifying. Do you have no self-respect?]

[ We don't. Obviously-]

Can we keep talking about Peter, please?

They went quiet, causing him to roll his eyes. The mercenary waited patiently for his lovers' eyes to open. Wade bit into his lover's throat, attempting to wake him. teeth sank into pale skin; okay lemon boy, he'll bite. Peter responded with a tired whine, the small boy tugging himself away from Wade momentarily.

" Wade!" He pouted, brown eyes slowly sliding up to blue orbs.

" Yes, my love?" The mercenary smirked, pulling the boy closer to press a kiss against his tender skin.

" You know what."

" I'm sorry, but it worked. "

Peter rolled his eyes, leaning down to hide his face in the male's chest. The Mercenary responded by slipping his fingers through silk hair, pushing his hand up the boys back to feel warm skin. The sun was sending vibrant rays over their bodies, forcing Peter's eyes to shut. He hid from the light, cuddling close to his lover.

The spider leaned against the man's soft rubs against his back, purring at his touch. Sometimes, Wade swore Peter was bitten by a radioactive kitten. His laid between his lovers chin, and chest, taking in his scent.

This was heaven.

" I don't want to!" Peter boomed, a snarl dipped in his words. Brown eyes filled with fire, and his lips curled into a snarl.

" Peter, I know he's done some bad things but, he's your dad. " Wade's voice had softened drastically, trying not to flinch at the new tone. " Its just dinner, with Steve, please?"

" He's going to try to take me away from you."

The words caused Wade's heart to sputter, his blue eyes drooping. Peter's bottom lip began to tremble like an earthquake, long lashes fluttering.

" Baby, he helped me get you back." The Mercenary reached for his lovers hand, holding onto him gently. " Please? It's the least I can do.."

" Wade, I don't like this. He picks a fight every single time I see him. I just don't want to deal with it, baby."

" Please?"

" Will papa be there?"

" I think so."

After a long moment of silence, the boy let out a sigh. He shook his head, and puffed out his cheeks, briefly. His brown eyes scanned along the table, and he finally answered.

" Fine.."

Wade smiled, leaning down for a victorious sip from his unicorn frappachino. A blush fell over his cheeks, and he pushed his hand under the hood, holding onto his cheek. The Anti-Hero leaned into the touch, watching as the boy caught his lips in a soft kiss. Peter was perfect; his lips so soft. Scent so sweet.

Wade held onto the perfect pink lips for a long pause, before slowly pulling away. The loss of contact made the mercenary whimper, though he's the one who disconnected it. Peter smiled softly, sinking back into his seat, a giggle leaving him.

" when are we going?"

" Tonight," Wade hummed, biting his bottom lip, eyes glued to the table. " Tony wants to take us somewhere fancy.."

Wade ruffled his lovers wet hair, trying the chestnut fluff. The small boy giggled childishly, dimples popping over freckles cheeks.

The spider leaned up to press a peck against his lips, pink lips perfect against scarred ones. Wade picked him up, carrying him to their bed. It was hard for them to hide either of their smiles, they enjoyed each others company so much.

Peter loved his Anti-Hero more then he's loved anything before. This feeling, the one that sped his heart up and forced red upon his cheeks, was so overwhelming. Too powerful. He wondered how Wade felt, too cared for. Like a plant when it's over-watered, or had stayed under direct sunlight for too long. He probably felt overwhelmed too..

Wade hummed, causing the small male to look up. A soft fingertip trailed over his shoulder, and up his neck, only to settle on the edge of his jaw. Spidey cocked his head to the side, analyzing the man's expression. He must hate Peter. Peter understood if he did, he had been in a relationship like that before. He was on the other end, though...

Not fun.

Wade wasn't thinking about any of that, he was so in love. The Mercenary wasn't going much thinking at all, instead his eyes traced over the male's features. He admired the warm touch, soft and tender. Nobody had ever been this kind to him, not even Vanessa.

" Come on, we have to get dressed." Peter reminded, guiding his lover to their closet.

After awhile of staring at the clothes, the small boy shook his head. They didn't have any suits, they went to Taco Bell, where they could probably go in their underwear.

" I'll call someone.." Wade hummed, brow cocking, head falling slightly to the side.

Wade had a lot of people that just, did stuff for him. Really specific stuff, like, one guy just tells him what Mexican places just opened up.

" Okay.."

Wade gently smoothed out his lovers tye, helping him adjust the knot up to his Adam's apple. The small boy leaned up, kissing his cheek, and doing the same.

" I must say, I like the maroon suit on you." He hummed, brushing a curl from Peter's forehead.

" I like you in the Navy."

" Are you ready to see your parents?"

" I guess.."

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