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SpideyPool - Jager Jobs	By : CanAm77 Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 2469 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Goddamn third suit destroyed this week. It was shredded, missing pieces and covered in a thick disgusting green slime. Peter entered his apartment and rolled his eyes when he heard Whitesnake blaring.

Of course, Wade must have taken the liberty to let himself in. Like usual. The first month or so Peter had tried his damnedest to get the Merc to leave him alone. But, eventually he got used to it. He figured it was better to have him annoying him than causing hell out on the street.

Peter turned the stereo off, “When are you going to quit listen to 80s hair bands?”

Wade grinned, “When are you going to wear lace panties?”

“You do enough of that for the both of us.”

“You look like hell.”

“Yeah, well while you have been rocking out to love songs I have been busy being Spider-Man.” Peter went to the bathroom and peeled off what was left of his mangled, slimy suit.

The hot shower felt divine, ridding his body of the remainder of his battle. The curtain was pulled open a bit and Wade jumped in.

“Wade, get out!” Peter shrieked. It had always been obvious Wade wanted him, but he was so not going there. But, of course he didn’t listen, instead Wade’s hands were on his shoulders and were massaging and kneading his muscles. His body stiffened, uncomfortable with their closeness.

“Relax, Pete. I’m not going to push you against the wall and take your virginity or anything.”

Peter was glad he was facing away from Wade considering how red his face must be. He relaxed a little and started to enjoy what Wade was doing to his neck and back. He tried to stop it, but his mind kept jumping back and thinking about what Wade said he wouldn’t do. Him clinging to the wall with Wade behind him and one of his skilled hands sliding down his stomach and grabbing his… Wait? What the hell was he thinking? But, before he could answer himself, Wade wrapped his arms around him from behind and gave him a hug.

“See? Don’t you feel better?” Wade said joyfully.

Peter’s heart hammered in his chest, trying to find a coherent thought. There was too much skin to skin contact, Wade’s finely sculpted body pressing against himself. He felt dizzy. As quick as it had started, Wade pulled away and left the shower. After a few minutes, Peter turned the shower off. He needed to pull himself together and grip on reality. Badly.

He dressed and went to the living room. Wade was holding a big bottle of Jägermeister and filling at least a dozen shot glasses and lining them in front of tumblers full of what was obviously an energy drink, since they littered the table. “What are you doing?”

“Figured it was high time for us to have a party!”

Peter was going to protest, but on second thought figured the alcohol might help him unwind from his crazy thoughts. He sat on the couch next to Wade and picked up one of the shot glasses and dropped the shot glass into the tumbler, quickly picking it up and gulping down the bittersweet drink.

“That’s my boy!” Wade clapped Peter on the back, then did the same to his own drink.

Peter wasn’t sure when, but somewhere around the sixth or eighth drink, he was feeling a whole lot better. Or more so, not worrying about it anymore. Wade was rambling about his favorite movies, but Peter only half heard. He found himself intently looking at Wade. He was slouched on the couch with his feet on the coffee table. He should be mad about that. Instead he was looking at the exposed flesh where the hem on Wade’s shirt had ridden up a bit. He could see the bottom of his chiseled abs, and the way his hip bones jutted out from being so lean. “Can I touch your hip?” The question was asked, but he hadn’t meant on saying it out loud.

Wade suddenly quit his movie ranting and blinked a few times at Peter, but nodded. He wasn’t even sure if he heard Peter right. Peter scooted closer to him and at first two fingers gently caressed the shape of his hip. The intimate touch made him shiver a bit. Peter’s thumb was now rubbing circles on the flesh and his hand squeezed on his hip. He bit his lip to stifle a moan when Peter’s hand slipped down his pants, groping and feeling his leg, then coming around to his inner thigh and tracing small designs on the tender flesh.

Peter was enjoying the feeling of Wade’s finely sculpted muscles, he leaned against Wade, his mouth near the man’s neck, “Did anyone ever tell you how nice you feel?”

Wade shook his head. Peter’s breath was hot and heavy against his neck. Peter’s hand continued to aggressively feel his thigh, which was making him painfully aroused. “Peter, you’re drunk.”

“So are you. What do you want me to touch?”

“What?!”

“Is there anywhere on your awesome body you want me to worship? I bet there is…”

Wade moaned when Peter’s fingers brushed against his hard cock.

“Is that the place?” Peter whispered in Wade’s ear, then licking and sucking on his earlobe. “Tell me it is.”

“Yes, it is.” Wade managed to whimper.

Peter’s hands pushed at the waistband of Wade’s pants. He kneeled in front of Wade and removed his pants the rest of the way. His lips and tongue kissed Wade’s thighs, soon adding teeth and leaving a trail of hickies.

Wade was starting to come down from his initial surprise and take in the situation. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest as he watched Peter between his legs. His warm tongue working against him, teeth leaving marks, and it was all wet and sloppy. The sounds Peter was making against him were completely filthy and dirty. And he was looking up at him, grinning through his workings, obviously enjoying every gasp, moan, and whimper he made. With the state that his scarred body was in, no one every gave him this much attention. It felt good, scratch that. It felt amazing.

Peter couldn’t put his finger on exactly why, but he was getting incredibly turned on by what he was doing. A small part of his mind screamed at him to stop and asked what the fuck he was doing, but it all felt to good for him to care. Plus watching Wade come apart and squirm, then throw in all the needy noises he made, just made him want to do it over and over again. He pressed the tip of his nose against the base of Wade’s hard dick, running it up the thick vain that ran on the underside. He looked up at Wade with lust filled eyes, “What do you want me to do?”

Wade could barely catch his breath from the sensations and Peter breathing hot and heavy against his sex. His voice came out ragged and raw, “I…want you to…wrap you lips around my cock…and suck…hard.” The grin Peter gave him was down right sinister. He watched as Peter’s mouth descended and devoured his throbbing cock. His mouth sucked hard, making him feel like pleasure was ringing its bell in every nerve in his body. It was sloppy and wet, producing filthy noises. Peter’s tongue moved hard on his cock, making him moan and cry out his name. Peter looked up at him and grinned around his cock. He took a fist full of Peter’s hair and pushed his head further down on his length, till he was practically humping his throat. Peter moaned and hummed around him. It was all to much now, his body tensed, followed by an orgasm that rocked his entire body. His body convulsed and trembled from the onslaught of pleasure. He was left panting and gasping for air. After a few moments he felt Peter straddle his lap, his hands went to rest on Peter’s hips, which were utterly naked. He opened his eyes and looked at the very naked man on his lap, god was he beautiful. Peter leaned down, kissing him tenderly.

Soon Peter was kissing aggressively, their fingers tangled in one another’s hair. It quickly became a sloppy, dirty kiss. All tongue and teeth and saliva. Peter moaned into the kiss as on of Wade’s hand’s trailed down his spine and squeezed his ass. That hand went over his hip and between them, grabbing his arousal. He broke the kiss and cried out. Wade’s hand stayed firm, stroking him till he was gasping and clutching onto Wade’s shoulders with his face buried in Wade’s neck. His thumb started circling the tip of his weeping cock every time it stroked up. His body was overwhelmed, finally he cried out, hanging onto Wade as he came.

***

Peter yawned and stretched, or tried to. He was spooned very tightly from behind. Last nights activities flooded through his mind, making his body heat up. It must have been around his third or fourth orgasm that he was fairly sober, he could have ended the things they did last night there, but his body wanted the things they were doing. Wade nuzzled the back of his neck and planted soft kisses on his shoulder.

“Have a good time last night, baby boy?”

“Yes.” Peter moaned when he felt Wade’s hand slipping down his stomach, past his belly button.
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