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SpideyPool - Jealous?	By : CanAm77 Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 5342 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Peter woke up, the first time in ages he felt good and rested. Physically he was a little sore, but in a good way. He frowned to himself at that thought. He stiffened when the back of his neck was nuzzled and kissed. His body involuntarily pressed back against the body that was spooning him from behind. He was being held quite obviously by a man who was currently pressing something extremely hard against his naked ass.

“Good morning, baby boy.”

And with that, all of last night’s memories came flooding back.

***

Eleven hours ago.

Peter had no idea why he actually showed up. Maybe because he was bored? No that couldn’t be it. Curiosity was more like it. To see what the other super heroes were like, and lived like. He was probably the poorest super hero in existence. Besides, how often was it that you get hand delivered a party invitation by Iron Man? About a month ago he had been on patrol as Spider-Man and Iron Man had all but dropped out of the sky, inviting him to a huge super hero party. At first he was concerned it was a trap or trick, but he contacted S.H.I.E.L.D. and they confirmed it was real. They said that Tony had recently made a recovery from cancer and was rounding up everyone and anyone important to celebrate with him.

He had still thought a long time on whether to go or not, right up until the last minute actually. He figured he could always bug out if he needed to.

Like most of the other’s attending the party, he was fully dressed in his hero outfit. He felt kinda silly at first, but quickly started finding the whole situation amusing, with all the testosterone and spandex. Music pounded loudly while people laughed and drank.

He had became the resident wall flower, sitting on a couch and watching everyone. He got a few thumbs up and waves, but no one really talked to him. He was fine with that, though. He didn’t want to have some weird awkward conversation. He looked out at the balcony and spotted the familiar figure of Deadpool. He wondered how the hell he got an invitation, then again, he may have just crashed the party. He watched Deadpool intently, he was leaned against the wall, mask just above his lips as he sipped a drink. Every so often, after his drink was finished the same server came back to Deadpool. He would give him a new drink and they would talk and laugh. Their body language indicated they were flirting with each other, even though he couldn’t hear them. He watched the waiter, who like the other waiters made their rounds to make sure everyone was taken care of. But, that particular waiter was obviously smitten with Deadpool, visiting him often. Peter quickly found himself feeling an emotion he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He didn’t like the waiter flirting with Wade. But, why would he care? Wade was obnoxious. He studied the waiter, he was slender and young with a big wide smile. He had finger length sandy blond hair and green eyes. He supposed he was handsome. Surely he was more attractive then this waiter. Right? Wait. Why was he comparing himself to some stranger? Just because he was hitting on Deadpool?

He continued to watch the waiter as he once again approached Deadpool. They were very close, the waiter smiled and batted his eyelashes at Deadpool suggestively. Peter was feeling something all together venomous boiling in his veins as he watched this, he had the sudden urge to web the waiter up. He got to his feet, his blood boiling as he approached the pair. He stepped between them and narrowed his eyes at the shocked waiter, “Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

The young man stuttered and apologized, quickly leaving them.

“Well, that was rude.”

Peter’s blood instantly turned to ice as he turned around to face Wade.

“What the hell was that about?”

“Ah…I’m sorry, just a bad day,” Peter started to back away, instantly regretting what he had just done.

“Wait! Are you jealous?” A huge grin spread across Wade’s masked face.

“What?!” Peter nearly shrieked.

“You are. You seen that waiter that has been chasing after me all night and it is eating you up, isn’t it?”

Peter froze in something that felt like fear. Jealous? His heart fluttered in his chest. Fuck, this actually did feel like jealousy now that he thought about it. But, if he admitted he was jealous he would also have to admit he was envious of the attention Wade was giving the waiter. Crap, his stomach sank. He wanted to run, but his body felt heavy.

Wade looked down at the younger man, who looked like he was having a mind anxiety attack. He did feel a tad bad about that, but was overwhelmed with the fact that no matter how hard Peter denied it, he was jealous. Actually jealous of that waiter flirting with him. It was no mystery that he had feelings for Peter, he always laid them out. Which usually ended with him getting laid out in a painful fashion against a brick wall. There had never once been any hint of Peter feeling anything for him, not even friendship. He decided to take a hold of this opportunity, since he had a feeling this would be the only one he would have. He took one of Peter’s hands and pulled him on to the balcony and around the corner, since so one was on the balcony. He pressed the super hero against the wall, one arm going around Peter’s waist and his other hand found the bottom of Peter’s mask, gently pulling it up. His thumb ran across Peter’s lower lip, which made Peter’s breath hitch. He could see enough of Peter’s cheeks to see the fierce blush. He pressed his body completely against Peter as his mouth descended. Their lips met very softly, he was amazed when Peter’s were almost instantly moving back against his lips. His soft, warm lips felt amazing moving against his scarred ones. His tongue slipped between his lips, Peter’s parting willingly. His tongue worked gently in the soft contour’s of Peter’s mouth, tasting and feeling all that he could.

When their kiss broke, Peter stared up, wide eyed at Wade. He almost hated to admit it, but he loved that kiss they just shared. His hands explored the heavily muscled back of Wade. Wow, he felt nice. His hands slipped to Wade’s lower back, he wanted to go lower. Wade ground his hips suggestively against him, so he finally let his hands go lower. He squeezed Wade’s perfectly round, firm ass.

Wade pressed his lips to Peter’s ears, “Unless you want to get charged with public indecency, I think you should web us up to the next floor.”

Without hesitation, Peter wrapped an arm around Wade and shot his webbing up, hoisting them up to the next floor’s balcony. The thrill made his sex pound and strain uncomfortably in the constrictive spandex. Wade pulled him to the closest bedroom and locked the door. He knew this was a completely sexual situation, and while he wanted it, he was nervous. His breathing was heavy, and like a good little whore, when he was pressed against the wall, he clung to Wade and wrapped his legs around the Merc.

Wade pulled off and discarded Peter’s mask carelessly, he was still half expecting this to be some sort of joke. What he found was the visual definition of lust written across Peter’s face. He was flushed with half lidded eyes, breathing deep. “You actually want this.” It was more of a statement than a question, but Peter still nodded to him. Well, this escalated quick, he almost wanted to shoot himself in the foot to see if it was real. His mouth devoured Peter’s, their tongues battling fiercely, both wanting in the other’s mouth. Soon teeth were introduced and they were biting, nipping and sucking on each other’s lips and tongues. Peter pulled away from him, gasping for air. He pressed his lips to Peter’s ear, “Peter, I want to fuck you. I want you to fuck me. I want your cock so far down my throat you choke me. I want to touch and feel every single part of your body. I want to know everything about you. I want to find out what makes you moan my name.”

Peter groaned, “Wade…”

“Mmm?”

“To much clothing.”

“Heheh, I have to agree, Spidey.” He held on to Peter as he walked them over to the bed, laying the super hero on his back. He went between Peter’s thighs, biting them through the thin fabric. He went higher, nuzzling and kissing Peter’s constrained sex. He grabbed Peter’s hands as they went to push down his pants, “Not yet,” he said against Peter’s arousal.

Peter tossed his head back in frustration, he was so close to getting off and he was still clothed minus his mask. Wade climbed on top of him, pushing his legs apart and laying on top of him. He pulled Wade’s face to his as they kissed once again, but this time Wade to advantage of the situation. He moaned into the kiss as Wade mercilessly rubbed their cocks together. “Wade!” He cried out, “I’m going to fucking cum if you keep doing that!”

“Would you rather cum in my mouth?”

Peter looked up at the Merc, who was obviously enjoying how wrecked he was by the grin on his face. “Yes,” he managed to gasp. He watched as Wade sat back on his knees and pulled his shirt off, who was all sharp lines and hard muscles. His scars were wicked, but seemed to match his personality. Wade’s hands went to his pants and pushed them down until his sex was dangerously close to being exposed.

“What do you want?” Wade grinned.

Peter looked up at Wade and then down at the bulge in his pants, “To see you naked.”

“What do you want to see?”

Peter reached out a hand and brushed his fingers along the shape of Wade’s erection, “Your cock.” Wade slowly slid his pants down exposing his body, and damn was he beautiful. Wade pulled his pants off the rest of the way and tossed them to the side. “Come back here,” Peter pulled Wade on top of him, his hand went to Wade’s mask to pull it off the rest of the way.

Wade grabbed Peter’s hand, “You don’t have to take that off, most sane people want that to stay on.”

“Please?” Wade released his hand and he pulled the mask off. Wade’s eyes looked almost scared. He cupped Wade’s face, “If we do this, I want to do this with all of you, not just your body. And you fucking turn me on.”

A sly grin spread across Wade’s face, “I knew there was a reason I always liked you.” He moved between Peter’s legs, pulling of his pants as Peter pulled his shirt off, then wrapped a hand around Peter’s sex, “Impressive.” He licked the tip, which was leaking precum.

Peter wanted so much more from Wade, his hot tongue felt so good. In a flash Wade’ mouth engulfed his cock. His mouth worked vigorously, sucking and bobbing up and down. Wade was wet, loud and sloppy, but it felt awesome. He would take his cock into his throat and hum until he gagged. It was so dirty it turned Peter on even more. He had never had anyone get so personal with his cock with no restraints. Peter fingers gripped so hard into the sheets and mattress he heard the fabric tare. “Fuck, you’re going to make me cum.” That only made Wade suck and bob his head up and down faster. Peter’s back arched and his hands held the back of Wade’s head down hard as his hips jerked. He came hard down Wade’s throat, screaming his name as his body convulsed from pleasure. He was left panting and feeling good. He felt fucking awesome. Wade laid on top on him kissing him deeply, with a lot of tongue. It was strange, but not unpleasant, tasting himself on Wade.

“You are really loud,” Wade chuckled.

“Sorry,” Peter blushes.

“Don’t be, I like it. Kinda shows how much you liked it. Now since this party is sponsored by the number on playboy, let’s see what we can find in this drawer,” Wade pulled the night stand open, and sure enough a nice bottle of lube laid in the drawer. “We are in business,” Wade winked, shaking the bottle like some sort of prize.

Inwardly Peter felt like he should be on the verge of a panic attack. He had never kissed a man, let alone been fucked by one. But, considering he just had the most intense orgasm of his life, his body was lax to whatever Wade wanted to do to him. Wade popped the top of the lube. “Can I?” Peter asked. Wade smiled at him and handed the bottle to him. He poured a generous amount into his hand, his hand worked up and down Wade’s shaft. It was an interesting feeling lubing up the scarred flesh. He alternated making circles with his thumb on the head and palming it. He liked the faces Wade made, which looked like he was in pure ecstasy. “Your turn,” Peter handed the bottle to Wade and laid back, pulling his knees up and letting them fall to the side.

Wade looked down at the position Peter was in, “You are really flexible, you kinda look like a frog on it’s back.”

“That just does not sound sexy.”

“Oh, but it is from my point of view,” he wiggled his eyebrows at Peter. He took two slick fingers, gently pulling and kneading the flesh around Peter’s entrance, making circles teasingly. Peter let out a small moan, which Wade took great satisfaction in. He pressed his fingers in, twisting and working them back and forth. He added a third finger, spreading them as much as he could while he worked them inside of Peter. His cock was aching, desperate to get inside the gorgeous man. “Fuck you’re hot, Peter.”

“If I’m so hot, then fuck me,” Peter flushed, not used to talking so dirty, but he really did want Wade to fuck him. He was already getting hard again.

Wade pulled his fingers out of Peter, grabbing his cock and positioning himself against Peter. He pressed hard against Peter, his cock head finally slipping in. He groaned, “Dimmit, you’re tight.” He pressed in slowly, giving Peter’s body enough time to adjust to his size. When he was fully in he leaned down and passionately kissed Peter, working his hips back and forth, gradually increasing his pace. He propped himself up on his hands so he could watch Peter who was aroused again and panting like a dog in heat.

Peter was delirious with pleasure as Wade thrust into him. He ran his hands up Wade’s heavily muscled arms, which were straining and flexing with his moving body. He caressed and felt the shapes of Wade’s triceps and biceps, “You have amazing arms. And a big dick.”

Wade dropped down and held onto Peter, “You say the nicest things to a girl, I think I’m swooning.” He groaned when Peter started rolling his hips against him, “Fuck that feels good…mmm…” He thrust faster and harder, enjoying the new sensation. “Oh, fuck yes,” he grabbed the corner of the mattress to keep them in place and so Peter’s head didn’t hit the headboard. Peter was still rolling his hip against him and then started to clench his muscles around Wade, driving him crazy. It only took a few more thrusts and then he was cumming deep in Peter. He collapsed on Peter, trying to find his breath. “You…are fucking…amazing.” He laid on top of Peter for a few moments before laughing.

“What?” Peter asked.

Wade went up on his elbow, “This mattress is never going to be the same.” He showed Peter the corner on the mattress that he held in his hand, “This is totally your fault.”

Peter laughed, “How’s that?”

“That grinding against me and gripping thing you do. You are by far the best I’ve ever had.”

“Thanks,” Peter grinned. “Although I was a little nervous at first. I’ve never, um, you know,” Peter waved his hands back and forth between them.

“Never what? You mean you’ve never been with a guy?”

Peter nodded, “Yeah…”

“That’s so fucking hot,” Wade tossed the corner of the mattress and leaned down kissing Peter.

Peter rolled Wade over, so he was underneath him. He bit Wade’s neck, then alternated kissing, licking and sucking. His fingers brushed and pinched Wade’s nipples.

“Didn’t get enough of me?”

“Not yet,” Peter said against his neck. Peter got up and pulled Wade along with him, turning Wade around and bending him over the bed. He smacked Wade’s ass.

Wade yelped, not expecting that. “Didn’t expect you to be a kinky bastard.”

Peter squeezed Wade’s ass, before hitting it again, “Well, I never expected to get fucked by a guy, so I may as well.” He alternated massaging and hitting Wade’s ass, which was obviously turning them both on. He squeezed one of Wade’s ass cheek until he cried out, then pressed his body against Wade’s, rubbing his dick between Wade’s ass cheeks. He leaned down and licked the shell of Wade’s ear, “Has anyone told you what a nice ass you have?” Wade pressed back against him and shook his head. “Well you do. You have a really fucking nice ass.” He picked up the bottle of lube, slicking up his hard sex. He held Wade’s hips and thrust into him hard and fast, all the way up to the hilt in one swift movement.

Wade’s face was buried into a pillow, muffling his moans and screams. He wasn’t expecting Peter to be this dominant, but it was a real fucking turn on. Peter had found that perfect spot, repeatedly assaulting it until he was a withering, moaning mess beneath Peter. His hand went to his own arousal, gripping it and stroking it.

Peter couldn’t believe how hot is was to be fucking Wade. And by the moans coming from the man beneath him, Wade was just as into it. He grinned when he seen Wade start to stroke himself, he removed Wade’s hand and took over stroking his sex to the tune of his thrusting. He leaned down and kissed the back of Wade’s neck, “Cum, you bitch.” He bit the back of Wade’s neck and within moments Wade came apart. Peter wrapped an arm around Wade’s waist, since his knees were buckling as he came. Wade’s orgasm pulsated around his cock as he thrust into him, milking him. He grabbed Wade’s hips, thrusting faster into him as he came once again.

They both all but collapsed on the bed, Peter holding onto Wade from behind. Their breathing was heavy and husky. Wade took one of Peter’s hands and kissed it, “Thanks.”

“Mmm…thank you,” Peter kissed the back of Wade’s neck.

“Think I could get you to straddle my hips?”

“This is going to be a long night, isn’t it?” Peter chuckled.

Wade rolled on his back and pulled Peter on top of him, “Oh, hell yeah.”

***

Wade continued to kiss the back of his neck and shoulders, making him shudder. He rolled over to look at the Merc he had spent the night fucking and getting fucked by. “I feel filthy.”

“Regret fucking me already?” Wade asked with a pained look.

Peter rolled his eyes, “The sex was amazing, you are amazing. And I think you need to move in with me so I can get laid more often. But, I feel like a dirty whore with as many times as you came in and on me. I need a shower. Bad. I am fucking sticky.”

“Well, I would be happy to wash you. And if you’re serious about me moving in, I’ll even pay our rent,” Wade smiled his most endearing smile.

Peter laughed, “Well, I was kind of joking. But, that doesn’t sound too bad. Besides, I have a feeling after last night, you aren’t going to leave me alone anyhow.”

Wade kissed him, “I’ll be humping your leg like a horny dog every chance I get. But, you do have a point, we are kind of gross.” Wade picked up Peter bridal style and carried him to the garden tub, filling it with water. They soaked in the soapy warm water. He pressed Peter against the side of the tub kissing him softly and passionately. They made love in that position, sex was slow and their fingers entwined. It wasn’t really because of them being desperately horny, but more because they both wanted to make sure the other was really into what was blossoming between them.

They dried off and began to dress. “Were you really jealous of that waiter?” Wade asked as he pulled his pants on.

Peter gave a small chuckle, “Yeah, I think I really was.”

“Don’t be, you are a million times hotter then him, plus I would have broke him in half if I fucked him like you.” Wade winked.

“Yeah, that was something. How many times did I cum? Five?”

Wade grinned, “Six. I beat you with eight. I guess that regenerative factor comes in good for something.”

“Except my poor ass, its still a little sore.”

“Oh, boohoo, you liked it. Else you wouldn’t have been begging me to fuck you faster.”

“Yeah, I might have gotten a little needy.” Peter finished dressing and opened the door, he stepped out with Wade in tow. As they stepped out Tony Stark was walking past their door. He stopped and stared at him, causing Peter to blush behind his mask. He thanked god for the mask covering his horrified face.

Tony laughed, “This isn’t even the twentieth weirdest thing I have seen since the party started last night.”

“Sorry about this room. Its going to need a new bed. And lamp,” Wade motioned back to the room they had just stepped out of.

Tony shook his head, “That’s why I rented out these suites, so my shit didn’t get fucked up. Its only to be expected with a bunch of jacked up super heroes. Want some breakfast?”

“Sure,” Wade said and followed Tony to a dining room, “Where is everyone else?”

“Fucking or sleeping. Party just ended about an hour ago.”

“An hour ago? What time is it?” Peter asked.

Tony looked at his watch, “9 a.m., I have this feeling you two retired early, hm?”

They walked up to the buffet style breakfast set up, “Breakfast burritos and pancakes! Thanks man!” Wade gave Tony a fist pump.

“Well, I knew you were coming, so I figured you’d want something like that on the menu.”

“Wait? He was actually invited?” Peter asked.

“Yep, we’re beer pong buddies. Plus, I’ve had to hire him a couple times. But, that’s off the record.”

“What would Iron Man need with Deadpool?”

“That suit isn’t exactly stealthy,” Tony shrugged.

“Thanks for the invite, I can’t believe I almost didn’t come.”

Wade wrapped an arm around Peter and pulled him close, “I’m happy you did.”

“No prob, glad it worked out for you two. But, I am highly hung-over and the smell of food is making me sick, so I’m going to go have a couple girls tuck me in.” Tony gave them a peace sign as he left.

Peter crossed his arms and looked at Wade, “Now about you moving in. No breaking my bedroom.”

“You are going to have to tie me up to make sure I don’t.”

“That could be arranged.”
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