𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

85; Throbbing Heart

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Wade laid his spider down on their bed, leaning down to connect their lips. Peter grasped him close, their kiss so soft and so sweet. He could remember their first kiss, how surprised he was that those rough lips could glide perfectly against his own. The mercenary never forgot the way he looked, standing there, still so beautiful even though it was obvious he had been crying. Wade wished he knew all that his angel was thinking.

Peter's soft hands moved softly along his lovers neck, smiling against perfect lips. He pulled back to take in a breath, caramel eyes gazing up at warm blue orbs. His irises weren't icy, they were warm, like the tide cascading against pupils. It was chaos within, and calming all at once.

By looking at Wade you could tell he was once so beautiful, and the spider didn't see why he wasn't now. He wished he could've been with the mercenary sooner, he wished he could heal the wounds of the past, he wished he could've met Vanessa. The way Wade talked about her was..fascinating. Peter smiled up at his future husband, skin so vibrant, still so cold.

That was the thing about the hibernation, it left so vibrant and colorful but so much colder. He was progressively getting warmer, the irritated freeze to his skin melting slightly. If Peter was warm, it meant something bad. The cold was good, but it made his fingers stiff, and his wrist to ache.

Wade noticed the touch, and the small recovery time. The hibernation might have been the best thing for him, but it took his body time to wake up after the slumber. Peter was supposed to wake up naturally, Wade however had forced him out of the sleep. His body didn't have enough time but he would heal, it would be fine.

" Oh Petey-Pie, what did I do to deserve you?" Wade cooed, large arms tightening around fragile hips. Slowly he tugged the Arachnid to his body, flipping their position so Peter laid comfortably across him. " You are..perfect.."

" Not perfect, not even close. " The spider quickly cut off that train of thought before it could go far. His chin rested over his chest, staring up at him.

" Baby, you're MY perfect."

" Perfectly imperfect, huh? You sound like a teenage girl, so edgy." Pete teased with a small smile, pressing a kiss against the body he was sprawled over. " You're my perfect too, Wade."

" Promise?"

" I solemnly swear," He snickered. Peter felt scarred hands grasping his soft cheeks, pulling him up to hungrily connect their lips.

The kiss sent a shiver down his spine, causing him to lean closer. He was so soft and so rough all at once, always an exciting uncertainty in his touch. Wade parted from him, drawing a whine from rose colored lips. Peter looked up at him through thick lashes, biting his bottom lip. There was no problem with his loves air, he would kiss his baby until his lips were blue..It had him wondering what he did.

" I solemnly swear Im up to no good, Petey-Pie. What do you say, moony? Allow me to be your padfoot?" He cooed, biting his bottom lip to stifle a giggle. Wade thought he was fucking hilarious.

" Fucking nerd," Peter hummed through a grin.

" You didn't answer the question!" Wade pouted up at him, frowning as he held him close.

Pete rolled his eyes, crashing their lips back together. He craved the kiss like Tony Stark craved attention. Wade didn't obliged, passion overcoming him. It was so odd to say, but in this moment he could feel how far they had gone. Wade felt better then he had in years, so vibrant under the Arachnid's touch.

Home was inside this cold, yet so comforting embrace. Home was caramel eyes, and sun-kissed cheeks. Strawberry lips and chestnut hair. And who would run from their home? Not Wade. He wasn't stupid enough to run from Peter.

Rough lips for once followed Peter's lead, going at his pace. He had never been this assertive and it sent a shock of electricity through his body. If only the world could see there precious Spider-Man now, as he hungrily ripped at the Anti-Hero's jeans and prepared to put his mouth to good use. Peter wished they could see him now, a big "fuck you" to his reputation would be enough to make his father's face to scrunch in disgust.

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" Peter you're going to do great, I know you will." Wade giggled, nipping at his lovers earlobe as they stood in front of the long mirror. " I can feel it in my jellies.."

Peter shook his head, teeth sinking deep into his lip. Wide brown eyes were filled with terror as he pressed his back against Wade's chest. His breath felt right as he nervously clutched his camera. His first day as a photographer for Oscorp Industries. Pete would have to work closely with Harry, but it was a small price to pay.

" I don't like this.." The spider whispered. His sense was telling him something bad would happen, it was like a harsh static moving across every nerve, every cell vibrating in his body. " I'm scared."

" Then don't do it baby, you don't have to." Wade looked into his eyes through the mirror as he held onto him from behind. " You don't even have to work yet, baby.."

" I want to work, Wade-!"

" I said yet, you don't have to find something right away. You're still a full-time student, and baby you've had a terribly rough year.." His voice was so soft it calmed his tensed body.

If Wade Wilson was the voice of reason, was he being a fucking lunatic? Peter slowly turned to look up at him, biting his bottom lip. Norman Osborn, who he had known since kindergarten, said he had the job whenever he wanted it. Maybe he should do some more thinking, if he told Mr.Osborn, his family friend would understand.

" What are you thinkin' in that big brain of yours, hm?" Wade pressed his forehead against the boys, staring into his soft eyes.

" No. I wanna watch golden girls with you in our couch." Peter grinned from ear to ear, diving into his arms. " I just have to call Norman.."

Wade gave him a look when he tried to pull away, practically begging for a soft kiss. Peter sighed dramatically, standing on the tips of his toes to connect their lips.

After the call, which, Peter would admit gave him anxiety. When he hung up, he needed his inhaler. Norman was a sweet man, but always so intense. Pete had slid into Wade's boxers and one of his large shirts.

When they started Golden Girls, Pete was on the opposite side of the couch as his mercenary. By the third episode he had slowly migrated to Wade, and before the larger male noticed, he was snuggled comfortably under a large arm. Big brown eyes fixated on the screen as scarred finger found a mess of soft locks.

The smell of strawberry and vanilla filled Wade's nose, causing his gaze to tear aw at from the television. Blue eyes fixated on his beautiful boy, holding his small body close. Pete would never admit it, but he wouldn't want to be anywhere else. He always put up a fight when Wade tried to keep him from leaving, always told him his begging wouldn't work, but Pete was trying so hard not to give in. So hard.

" Wade?"

" Yes Spider-Butt?"

" Stop staring at me, creep."

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