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Peter would never call himself a prude, or sexually repressed or anything like that. However, since moving in with Wade, he’d definitely become a lot more cautious with his… alone time.
Obviously he was a grown man, he was allowed to have sex toys. But living with a nosy (and pervy) mercenary meant that he has had to keep the toys on the down-low. Very down low. Hidden under the floorboards, actually.
Look, it’s not that he didn’t trust Wade, he just didn’t know if he had the strength to survive the mortifying ordeal of Wade finding his eight inch dildo, okay? So there it sat, hidden underneath the floor until Peter knew he had a few hours to himself where he wasn’t going to be disturbed. Those days had become far and few between since his work had got busier, and he had less and less free time. And mercenary work wasn’t exactly a nine-to-five, so Wade was home more than he was.
Until now.
When Wade had mentioned that he’d be gone for a few days, Peter would be lying if he said a part of his brain didn’t immediately jump to how much jerking off he could get done. When sharing a flat, there was only so much masturbation you could do when you had to plug in headphones and be as silent as possible. But this, this gift of a few uninterrupted days, was truly something Peter couldn’t thank him enough for. So when they said their goodbyes, and Wade made Peter promise to water his plants, and Peter made Wade promise not to kill anyone, Peter might admit that he’d herded Wade out of the door a little quicker than he normally would have.
Peter prided himself on the fact that he didn’t go for the floorboards straight away. There was time, and he wanted to savor it. The build-up was half the fun anyway.
He grabbed his laptop and watched an episode or two of some mildly sexually suggestive show on Netflix, before graduating on to something a little more definitely-not-PG. Not having to plug in headphones was a luxury.
Peter’s taste in porn may or may not be centered around twinky-looking slim guys with roughly the same hair and build as him getting absolutely railed by beefcakes.
He watched as said beefcake stroked the hair of the twink on-screen, showering him with dirty praises as he pressed into his ass. The guy underneath moaned, and as fake as it sounded, it still made Peter’s dick twitch.
The video cut to a close up of the guy’s hole getting stretched out as he got fucked slowly, then faster. Peter heard as the top teased him, saying how he was so tight, how he was going to fuck him open.
His own cock got hard in his boxers to the slippery squelching slapping sound of sex. He reached down and stroked himself, feeling the wet pre-come on his hand. Peter lifted his hand to his mouth to suck the pre-come off his fingers. It felt a bit taboo to do that. Some people probably found it a bit gross to taste themselves, but he’d been curious one day and hadn’t found the salty taste offensive, so he’d never looked back.
Peter kicked his boxers off before he reached under the bed for the loose floorboards. He lifted his box of toys out. (He didn’t keep them loose, he wasn’t a maniac.) The dildo was waiting for him. He felt a little spike of arousal as he lubed it up and stuck it to the headboard.
Whether it made sense or not, he always felt a bit of vulnerability as he fingered himself open. He was on his hands and knees, in the same position as the bottom in the video, thrusting his fingers in time as the guy was getting fucked. Sometimes, if he was distracted enough, he could pretend that those fingers were someone else’s, that they were pressed up against him, inside him, that they wouldn’t stop even if he started begging, relentlessly twisting and exploring his hole.
Peter felt himself getting closer to orgasm and forced himself to pull his fingers out, backing away from the edge. He gave it a minute or two, until he could be sure he wouldn’t come too soon. His balls always ached when he did this, but it was always worth it when he finally did come. Then, he shuffled back towards the headboard and grabbed the dildo, guiding the head to his hole. There was a slight resistance as he bore down, until the head of the dildo slipped inside, stretching him open.
Peter moaned, low and needy. It felt big, it always felt big in the beginning. But there was nothing like that first push in, the first stroke of the dildo inside him, opening him up. He pushed back on the dildo, feeling the huge unyielding cock making a space inside his body. Peter gasped, and rocked back and forth on the fake cock, getting used to it once again.
He focused on the fact that there was this foreign object impaling him, about the fact that he was fucking himself on it. He must look truly indecent, face red, eyes watering, pleasuring himself on this fake cock.
When Peter looked up, the video was still playing. He timed his thrusts to match what was happening in the video. When the top thrust in completely, Peter pushed back until his ass touched the headboard, moaning at the fullness he felt in his belly. When the top reached down to play with the twink’s neglected cock, Peter did the same, and let out a whine at the sensation.
The top was whispering dirty words about how that prick was useless, that there was no point even getting hard because he wasn’t going to let him come. Peter drank it all up, letting it spur him on, riding that cock faster and faster, until-
“Peter?”
Wade’s voice hit him like a bucket of cold water. Peter yelped, and ripped himself off the dildo so fast that it nearly hurt. Fuck, Wade was back, why was Wade back??
On account of being a nosy (and pervy) mercenary, Wade had never learnt to knock on doors before entering. This was a habit that Peter had never hated more in his life. In the split second that the door started to spring open, Peter leapt towards his laptop, which was still playing porn, and frantically hit the mute button. But his stupid hands were still slippery from the lube, so instead of making it quieter, Peter managed to increase the volume to 100 as he met eyes with Wade Wilson standing in the doorway.
Wade’s eyes fell on something behind him, and Peter turned to see the dildo that was still stuck on the headboard. Fuck his life.
“Get out!” he screamed.
Wade didn’t listen. Or couldn’t listen, maybe he was frozen in shock. For the first time since they’d met, the merc with a mouth was rendered speechless. Peter would be gloating if he wasn’t completely mortified.
Wade swallowed. “Peter, I-”
“Don’t. Don’t say a word.” He had just about managed to get his sticky hands to mute the porn. He pulled the dildo off the headboard and shoved it under the duvet. And then proceeded to shove himself under the duvet because there was no way he could face the world again.
There was a pause. Then, Peter heard the weight of Wade’s footsteps moving closer to the bed. The mattress sank as Wade sat down.
“Petey. Baby boy. Love of my life.”
“What?” the duvet lump groaned.
Wade sighed. “Okay, I’m going to give you a couple of options, and if you really hate them, just say the word and we’ll never speak of this again.”
The lump shifted inquisitively.
“Option one: I leave this room, sanitize my eyes with bleach, and forget I ever saw anything.
The lump liked the sound of this very much. “What’s option two?”
Wade inhaled deeply. “Option two: I stay here and give you a… helping hand, so to speak. Not that it means anything!” The words tumbled out of Wade’s mouth. “It’s just a bro helping another bro out, no homo. You get off without having to do much work, and I do the city a public service by giving Spider-Man some stress relief. What do you say?”
Peter was stunned. Obviously, he should go with option one, right? There was no way that he could get off with Deadpool, right? That would be insane.
Or was it?
Was it crazy that he was even entertaining the idea? Wade was hot, he had always known that Wade was hot. And he also knew that Wade was hot for him, for some reason. He’d been trying to get into Spider-Man’s pants from the start.
No, no this was a bad idea, there was no way that this was going to end well.
But.
On the other hand… Peter was still so horny. Wade’s surprise interruption had kept the horniness at bay out of shock and self-preservation, but as current events stood, his cock was taking a renewed interest in the current situation.
Peter felt Wade’s posture slump, before he got off the bed. Oh no, he’d been quiet for too long.
“Don’t worry Petey,” Wade said, footsteps shuffling towards the door. “I understand. I let my mouth run sometimes, and I should’ve known that you-... Never mind. Forget I said anything. I’ll just-”
Peter ripped the duvet off of himself. “Wade, wait.” This was a bad decision, this was such a bad decision. “I want to go with option two.”
Peter’s words seemed to have shocked them both.
“For real?” Wade asked.
“Really really.”
Wade closed his eyes as he barrelled back towards Peter. “I’m going to ignore the fact that you used a Shrek reference right before sex.”
“Shut up and- mmph.” Wade’s mouth was hot as he pressed his lips to Peter’s. His hands wandered down until they gripped his ass.
“You know how long I’ve been waiting to do that?” For emphasis, he squeezed Peter’s cheeks.
“Less talking,” Peter murmured against his mouth. “More undressing.” Greedy fingers almost ripped the T-shirt off Wade’s body.
When Wade was as equally naked, he took a moment to fondle his pecs. Christ. They were a handful. Look, Peter had known that Wade was beefy, but it had always been impolite to stare for too long, so he was really taking the opportunity to ogle them good and proper.
“You like them tiddies, Petey?” Wade bounced his pecs up one at a time, making Peter laugh.
“I do,” Peter replied, and promptly put one of the nipples in his mouth, causing Wade to swear a blue streak.
“You’re a fucking menace.”
“And you’re fucking a menace, see how well we fit together?”
Wade looked at Peter like he’d never seen him before, with a mix of lust and delight. “You’re never leaving this bed.” He leant forward, pushing Peter back onto the mattress, and started ravishing his neck. “Gonna mark you up so good.”
A bolt of arousal shot through Peter’s spine. He curled his legs around Wade’s hips, and started grinding. It didn’t take long before they were both fully hard and leaking. He gripped both their cocks together, feeling victorious when Wade’s hips stuttered forward into his hand. “Did you like that?” He grinned.
“No need to be so smug, I’m about to wipe that smirk off your face.” Without warning, Wade flipped him over, trapping his cock underneath him and smushing his face into the pillow. As he turned to look over his shoulder, he saw that Wade had found his half-empty bottle of lube from earlier and was slicking himself up. A stab of desire went straight to his groin.
“You see Webs,” Wade said, as he straddled Peter’s ass. “There’s one detail about this apartment that you seem to have forgotten.”
Peter shivered as the head of Wade’s cock pressed against his entrance. “What’s that?”
Wade pushed in, and Peter moaned at the feeling. Wade’s cock was blood-hot, hotter than any dildo he had fucked himself on. He didn’t stop there, he pushed in, and in, and in, until Peter was fully filled up. Wade laid on top of Peter, and the glorious weight of him made the cock in his hole feel even bigger.
“Aww Petey.” Wade flicked a few stray strands of hair out of Peter’s face, which was brick red and burning. He leaned in to whisper in his ear. “I pay for the internet, remember? If you wanted your porn history to stay private, you should’ve invested in a VPN.”
A burst of pure embarrassment and shame was quickly overcome by lust as Wade pulled out slightly, and then drove in again and again, building up a steady rhythm of thrusts. “W-What did you see?” Peter managed. His breaths were coming in thick and fast.
“Enough to spot a pattern. For example, you like being held down like this, yes? You like feeling a heavy weight on top of you, bulky enough that you can’t kick them off?” Wade grasped Peter’s wrists in his hands, tight enough that there was no escape. He nestled his knees on the inside of Peter’s thighs, spreading Peter’s legs even more open. There was no way he could close his legs now, nowhere to hide.
Peter had no more words. He nodded into the pillow. The shame of Wade relaying his porn preferences was somehow turning him on even more, and he rutted into the mattress below.
“And that’s not everything is it?” Wade’s words were sweet and tortuous. “Tell me what else you like.”
On instinct, Peter squirmed, trying to get away and failing miserably. The movement made Wade’s cock thrust into him at another delicious angle.
“Say it.”
“No.”
Wade fucked into him with renewed vigour, pounding directly into Peter’s prostate. “Say it.”
Peter wailed. He would never be able to look Wade in the eye after this, not after being taken apart so thoroughly. But it felt so good, and the feeling of Wade on top of him was so comforting and secure. He could just about register his cock leaking underneath him, making a sticky mess of the sheets. “Okay, okay. You were right about wanting to be under you. But I also want you to… talk dirty. Tell me I can’t get away.”
He could hear the smug arrogance in Wade’s voice as he said, “But you can’t get away, baby boy. Not when I’ve got you like this, all wet and opened up for me.”
Peter struggled as he heard Wade’s words, twisting futilely under Wade’s body. Knowing that he couldn’t get away, and the feeling of Wade’s fingers getting even tighter around his wrists at his attempt just turned him on even more.
“I’m going to keep you just like this, my squirming little fucktoy. I’ll use your hole whenever I want, and I'll plug you up to keep you open for me.”
“And my mouth.”
“And your mouth,” Wade agreed. “I’ll fuck your face until you choke on my cock and hold your head down until I blow down your throat. Sound good?”
Peter moaned. “Yes, yes, so good. More. Tell me more.” He was getting close now, he could feel the build up as he got closer to the edge. He was going to come just from Wade’s cock in his ass.
As if reading his thoughts, Wade pressed in impossibly deeper, thrusting harder and faster. “You know, even if you come, I’ll just keep going. I won’t stop. Your hole is mine to use over and over again.” He felt Wade’s hot breath in his ear. “Maybe I’ll put your prick in a cage, and only let you come if you’re a very, very good boy.”
Peter tipped over the edge, coming hard, moaning and shuddering as Wade fucked him through it. His cock pulsed and spilled onto the sheets beneath him, smearing messily across his stomach. He involuntarily clenched around Wade’s cock, and Wade swore and came inside him, filling him up with warm come. He was drowning in the bliss of orgasm, his whole body alight.
Peter barely registered Wade pulling out and rolling next to him on the bed. He hadn’t had an orgasm that good in years, maybe ever. Without thinking, Peter flipped over and dragged his fingers through the mess on his stomach. He licked the taste of himself away. He heard a curse, and realized that Wade was watching him with hooded eyes. “If I hadn’t just finished fucking you, I’d fuck you again.”
Peter’s cheeks warmed. “If I hadn’t just finished being fucked, I’d probably let you.”
Wade chuckled. He opened his arms, and Peter wiggled into the space, letting himself settle into the bracket of Wade’s body. There were questions that needed answers, mainly, “Holy shit, what just happened?” and “Can we do it again?” but those were questions for Morning Peter and Wade to deal with.
For now, he just wanted to have this.