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SpideyPool - Last Chance	By : CanAm77 Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 3157 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The next morning Peter woke and grinned when he felt Wade’s body pressed tight behind him, an arm and leg thrown over him.

He had wanted to deny that anything was between them. But, he just couldn’t push Wade away anymore. His life was lonely, and it would be nice to share it with someone, even if it was with a crazy merc. But, maybe he was thinking too far ahead. Part of him couldn’t imagine Wade being serious enough for a long term relationship.

Wade kissed the back of his neck, “You’re awake.”

“Yeah.”

“How do you feel?”

“Much better,” Peter turned over on his other side to face Wade. “Why me?”

Wade frowned, “What do you mean?”

“Well, I have been trying to figure this thing out. Why have you spent so many years chasing after me? And why not give up after so long?”

Wade thought for a moment, “You are the one person I know I wish I could be like. You always put others before yourself and are selfless. Besides, have you gotten a look at yourself in the mirror?”

Peter turned a deep shade of red.

Wade ran his thumb across the heated cheeks of Peter, “The real question is why would you consider me? Do I want you to? Hell yes. But, lets face it, I fall short of being a hero and I am nothing to look at.”

“I think you have more good in you than you know. I need someone. I’m miserable and lonely. I don’t have a person in this world that I can confide in or lean on. I think you could be that person.”

Wade kissed his forehead, “You are a saint. Let me see your injuries.” Wade pulled the bandages back and frowned when he seen the flesh. “They look healed.”

“Yep, I don’t heal in minutes like you, but I heal incredibly fast.”

“Nice.” Wade grinned, “Let me go get the doctor to pull those stitches out.” He stood up and stretched, then leaned down and kissed Peter, “I thought I’d have to wait longer for you.” Wade grinned further as Peter’s face turned doe like with innocence.

Peter watched as Wade walked away. He felt a little ill. Sure he liked Wade, but when he thought long and hard about what Wade would do to him, it was a little terrifying. It had been ages since he had slept with someone, and it had always been with women. And those times had always been awkward and rushed. He was certainly no sex god or rock star in bed.

“I was in the middle of surgery!” Peter could hear the doctor yell from the hallway.

“And you take care of Peter now, or I will blow a hole through your head so big they won’t be able to identify you from your dental records.”

The doctor was pushed inside of the room, who scowled at Peter, “Your friend here is an absolute ass.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls.” Wade smirked.

The doctor pealed the remaining bandages off of Peter, “Wow, you are healed.”

“Told you.”

The doctor just ignored Wade and made quick work of snipping and plucking the stitches, “Alright all done. Please take this freak with you, I have a surgery I need to get back to.”

“You are just the best, doc.” Wade blew a kiss at the irritated doctor and waved as he left.

“You know, I could have waited.” Peter raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe you could have, but I couldn’t.” Wade grabbed Peter’s hands and pulled him up, embracing him.

Peter pressed his cheek against Wade’s chest, “Where are we going?”

“Nowhere until you get dressed, not that I really want you to get dressed.”

Fury walked in and shook his head, “Well this explains a couple things.”

“Fuck off.”

:That was so not original.:

:When are you going to work on your own sayings?:

“I’m just here to make sure you get out of here. My staff doesn’t really like you.” Fury said sternly.

“Whatever, we are leaving without your prompts.” Wade huffed.

“Great, a driver will be waiting outside to take you where you wish.” Fury started to turn to leave, but looked over his shoulder at Peter, “I hope you know what you are doing,” then left.

Peter sighed and pulled the clothes on that had been sat on his night stand.

“Don’t let him get under your skin.” Wade said.

Peter looked over at Wade and nodded.

“I’m serious, I am not the same person I once was.”

“I know, I’m just exhausted.” Peter smiled at Wade.

They made their way to the chauffer, Wade rattling an address off to the driver.

“What’s that?” Peter asked.

“I figured we should go out to eat, since you owe me a date and all.”

“What? How do I owe you a date?”

“Because I saved you. And I’m hungry.”

Peter just shook his head and leaned his head on Wade’s shoulder.

They finally arrived at their destination. When they walked in, Wade whispered in Peter’s ear, “We are not here to eat. I know they are following us, trying to get a bead on where I live. Just follow me.”

Peter followed Wade out the back, they went down various streets and allies. After a good twenty minutes Peter asked, “Are we close?”

“Yep!”

“Wait a second.”

Wade turned, “You can’t be tired.”

“Nope.” A grin spread across Peter’s face as he turned down an ally.

Wade followed until they hit a chain link fence, which Peter backed against.

“Couldn’t wait?” Smile evident across Wade’s hooded face.

Adrenaline pumped through Peter, he wasn’t used to behaving like this, and it excited him. He bit his lip and watched as Wade approached him, pinning him against the cold metal fence. Wade’s hands were rough and forceful, pushing Peter’s shirt up, pinching and running his nails on Peter’s stomach.

Wade dropped his face to Peter’s neck and bit and sucked on the exposed flesh. His hands worked their way up, finding Peter’s nipples, alternating between rubbing and pinching them.

Peter was nearly dizzy from the onslaught of sensations. Wade pulled him close and nearly devoured his mouth, his tongue, lips and teeth working against him. He inhaled sharply as Wade’s hands slipped down the back of his jeans and squeezed his ass.

Wade chuckled against Peter’s mouth, Peter was more than enjoying this, he wanted it. And it felt good to be holding him and feeling his body move against his. Wade pulled back, admiring the heated up man who was panting and flushed with disheveled clothes. He leaned in again and whispered in Peter’s ear, “You look so fucking hot. I’m going to take you back to my place now and I am going to fuck you so hard you scream.” He ran a finger up Peter’s spine.

Peter shivered in anticipation and desire.

Wade gently put their clothes back in place and smirked at him.

Peter just smiled and shook his head and continued back to the way that they were going. As they walked he looked over at Wade, “You know, I’m not very good at this sort of thing.”

“Hm? What? Staying under the radar?”

“No, relationships. I always screw things up.”

Wade cocked his head to the side, “You know, you over think things. Just be happy where you are at.”

“You know I think we can each teach each other a thing or two. I should relax and you should behave.”

“Oh, but if I behaved, I wouldn’t be very much fun.” Wade grinned.

Peter rolled his eyes, but took Wade’s hand anyways. “You better make sure I don’t regret this.”

“Me?” Wade put his hand to his heart, “No one would ever regret me.”

:Except that one chick.:

:Well how was he to know?:

:Fuck off does not equate to ‘Please jerk off in front of me.’:

:Lesson learned.:

Wade unlocked the back door to the apartment complex and they made their way to his apartment.

Peter sighed when they stepped inside, “I should have expected it to be this messy, knowing you.”

Wade shut the door and pulled Peter in for a tight embrace, “I know how we can fix that.”

“Oh?” Peter raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, yes. I could go out to work, you could stay here with the kids. Then you could take care of the house and the kids. Then when the kids are in bed you can take your clothes off, put on a cute frilly apron. Then I will rub your butt the whole time you are making me tacos.”

:Do you think he can cook?:

:The real question is, can he cook Mexican food?:

Peter narrowed his eyes, “Are you trying to turn me into a stay at home mom?”

“You’d look good in the apron.” Wade gave his most devilish smile.

“Should I remind you that you are the one that cross dresses, not me?”

“I bet I could get you to…” By now, Wade had Peter backed against the wall, with his hands under his shirt.

“You can’t get your way with me by trying to seduce me.”

“No? I could try…” Wade kissed Peter’s neck slowly up to his mouth, first nipping at his lips, then sucking on them.

Peter pulled Wade’s hood back and ran his fingers through the thick dark blond hair. Wade gripped onto his ass as he wrapped his legs around Wade’s hips. He pressed his tongue deep into Wade’s mouth as they dueled for dominance. He grabbed a fist full of Wade’s hair and yanked his head back, exposing his throat. Which he promptly bit and sucked on.

Wade held onto Peter as he walked them over to his bedroom, still kissing and feeling each other. He tossed Peter onto the bed.

Peter smirked up at him, then took a hold of the bottom of his own shirt, slowly shimmying it up his stomach, over his chest and over his head. Peter grinned further as he looked at Wade, who was intently watching him and actually silent. “I bet you want more off of me, don’t you?”

Wade swallowed, trying to clear his throat, but just nodded. He watched as Peter’s fingers traced the outline of his arousal, through his jeans. His fingers undid his button and slowly slid down his zipper.

Peter lifted his hips off the bed, “Help me.”

Wade stepped up to the edge of the bed, putting his hands on Peter’s waist, sliding them down to his hips, watching inch by inch as his hands slipped further down, Peter’s jeans and boxers easily sliding down. The fabric was soon tossed carelessly to the side. Peter stared up at him, face flushed, breathing deep with his lips parted slightly. His body was perfect. Lean muscle covered by lightly tanned skin, his long legs spread and hanging off the edge of the bed at his knees. His arousal laid straining on his stomach, the tip glistening with precum. Wade sank to his knees, he licked and sucked on Peter’s thighs as his hands slipped under Peter’s ass, kneading his fingers into his flesh.

Peter cried out as Wade started to nip and bite at his sensitive thighs. “Enough!” Peter yanked Wade by his hair up to him, their mouths met viciously as they both tore at Wade’s clothes, impatient to get them off.

When Wade was completely stripped, he laid fully on top of Peter. He deepened their kiss, forcing his tongue as far as he could into Peter’s mouth, making him moan beneath him. He pulled away and reached for his nightstand drawer, pulling out a bottle of clear lube.

Peter watched as Wade moved between legs. Wade wrapped one of his hands around Peter’s aching shaft of his arousal while his mouth engulfed the head. With his other hand he slid a slicked finger in Peter’s puckering entrance. Peter moaned out Wade’s name as he was sucked on and finger fucked.

When Peter started rolling his hips and making small sounds of pleasure, he added another finger into Peter as he continued to stroke and suck on Peter’s sex.

Peter gasped as Wade gripped him tighter and rolled his tongue on the end of his sex, then continued sucking. Before long, Peter felt his body tense and shatter from Wade’s hands and mouth, orgasm crippling him with pleasure rippling through his body.

Wade crawled back over on top of the heated, panting man. “You are the sexiest thing I have ever seen, Peter Parker,” he whispered huskily into his ear. Wade pressed his sex firmly against Peter’s entrance, pushing in and past the tight ring of muscles. When he was fully in, he paused and tilted Peter’s face toward his, their lips meeting gently and passionately. He rocked his hips slowly.

Peter tossed his head back, “Oh, Wade!” He wrapped his legs around the muscular body above him. The truth was, he had been apprehensive about this because of how violent Wade was in combat. Afraid he would be to ruff and hurt him. He was anything but, Wade lit his body with passion. And the way that Wade was kissing, touching and fucking him turned him on.

Wade pressed harder and faster into Peter. He changed his angle slightly and Peter gasped, so he continued to assault that sweet spot and watched as Peter came undone beneath him, squirming and panting. Soon, Peter was aroused once again, so Wade stroked Peter’s sex to the rhythm of his thrusting. He pressed his lips to Peter’s ear, “Cum for me again, baby.”

Peter trembled against Wade’s powerful body, as his fingers sank deep into the flesh on Wade’s back. He pressed his face into Wade’s shoulder and whispered, “Faster.” And Wade obliged, sending Peter to the edge once again, the pleasure consuming him as he came.

Wade was releaved when Peter finally came, his own body aching for release. He held onto Peter, grinding his hips against him. Orgasm crashed through him as he spilled his seed deep in Peter. They both clutched one another while they tried to find their breath.

Wade finally pulled away and got some damp towels to clean them up with.

“Well, this seems somewhat out of character for you.” Peter said as Wade cleaned his body.

Wade leaned down till their noses touched, “Maybe, but I want to make sure you let me do this again.” He gave Peter a quick kiss and continued to clean Peter’s body. Once they were clean, he laid next to Peter and held them together and pulled a blanket over them. “That was amazing.”

:Think he’d give us a rim job?:

:While he’s wearing a pink thong.:

Peter chuckled, “You are amazing. You got me off twice before you did.”

“So, that means you will let me again?” Wade grinned.

Peter nuzzled his face into Wade’s chest, “Of course, you fool.”
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