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Peter had always put up a good fight, always trying to press Wade's buttons just as hard as Wade mashed on his, it was a fun game to them both at first, but slowly Pete got use to the game and Wade had to find new things, new buttons. Was it really a surprise when Wade upped his antics from innuendos to flirtation to borderlining sexual harassment?
Wade didn't think so.
Peter however, was extremely surprised the day Wade's oversized yaoi hand firmly clenched the entirety of his left ass cheek during a particularly rough scuffle.
Wade was expecting the tantrum that fallowed. Expected Peter's fists and confused string of shouted things like "crossed lines" and "personal space" "a bubble" (not this kind) but the blown pupils of Peter's wide eyes had caught something on fire low in Wade's stomach , instantly Wade's mind provided the first real sexual thoughts about Peter Parker.
Peter got use to having to brush, tug or slap Wade's hands off him after that because Wade seemed to -find- reasons to caress, pinch or grip the other whenever the opportunity arose.
To Deadpool's delight Peter got pissier as a wet kitten, enraged and venomous Parker would lash out, showing a whole new side of himself to Wade; who was more than willing to welcome it, one might say it enthralled him to catch a fists mid-punch or a taut calf mid-kick just to infurate his friend further, knowing he was ((god only knew why)) still holding himself back just that little bit.
Wade couldn't stand it, it made him want to push harder, those dark, hot thoughts licking at his own intentions. Corrupting the game of antagonizing a friend to barely concealed desire.
It was a cool day in early October, on a crumbling rooftop, when Peter stopped holding back and landed a punch that broke Wade's nose. The sickening crunch and sudden flood of crimson down Deadpool's mask put Spiderman to a halt of ass-kicking, Wade had landed hard on the pavement and with his nose repairing already he looked up at Parker with a dazed smile barely visible under his costume.
"Damn baby boy, packing heat today!" Wade lifted the lower half of his mask to spit out the mouthful of blood that had accumulated there.
Peter hissed at the name pet name, going into a frustrated rant on how much he hated it when Wade called him that and what was his problem? Why couldn't he just keep his hands- Peter paused and tiredly huffed "Wade."
Peter had put up with alot of Wade's shit. He knew the man was insane, unable to control his impulsive needs 90% of the time and probably unwilling to try the rest of the time. Wade was some how his best friend and now looking down at him, mouth exsposed, a face splitting grin smeared in his own blood...sent a mix of hate and guilt and... something unnameable burning under his skin. Peter looked him over with a grimace and the pang of guilt was almost forming an apology when he noticed Wade's erection tenting the crotch of his suit. He opened his mouth, then decided to take the high road and took off for the edge of the building. He swung off without a look back.
For three days Wade gave Peter space. For two more days he repeatedly (and cliche-ly) dialed Peter's number only to hang up. For once unable to say anything.
Then just like that, almost a week later Peter was on the end of his cell phone, asking him to hang out in the city. He didn't mention the day on the roof.
Which lead them to today, which was turning out to be the worst yet for Wade. On the way home from time square, crowded up on the back of a full bus Peter was nearly pressed to his front. Being almost a head taller then Pete he was able to see over him ((and smell his hair.)) Everytime the bus slowed to a stop the slighter frame of Peter's shoulders and back would be made to lean into the man behind him. It was making Wade unbearably hard. He grit his teeth when the heat of Peter's body closed in on him, balled his fists tight when the curve of Peters ass was bumbing his pelvis, almost giving him friction. It was too much, and when five more people shuffled onto the already too crammed area Peter was suddenly forced against Wade in a hard line.
"Sorry." He said turning his head to give Wade an apologetic look. A larger lady infront of him was now occupying all the room Peter previously had, she barely gave him a backward glance, turning her back to them as she narrowly missed stepping back onto Peter's toes.
Wade didn't mind. Infact thanks to the rude ass lady, it was kinda better, like fate ((or fangirls)) wanted Wade's cock pressed to the other's backside.
And pressed to Peter's back he was .His balls suddenly throbbed, he wieghed his options on how bad this could end before slipping an unsure hand onto Peter's hip, tugging him back and securing his arm over Peter's left arm and mid section before letting himself press his semi firmly against that bubbly ass of his dear friend. One question kept Wade from moaning out right, how long would Peter let this continue?
Peter tensed, briefly frozen in what Wade assumed was shock before he turned his head again, only this time he was giving Wade a menacing, icey glare over his shoulder. The older man actually shivered at the intensity of those deep brown eyes, but found it only made is cock give a hard twitch.They held each others gaze, Peter's eyes darkening dangerously, again his pupils dialating.
"What the hell Wade?" Peter growled low and deep in his chest. The vibration rumbled like thunder (like a purr) against Wade's front, sending a spike of arousal straight through him and he suppressed the groan that threatened to spill from his lips. He swallowed hard at the storm building in Peter's eyes.
'Let it come ' Wade thought 'It's worth it.' Wade was grinding himself in a strong and slow rhythm now, heedless to an angry hiss that escaped Peter's clenched teeth, heedless to a curious bystander that caught on and quickly decided to look at anything but the frotting young men just to his left.
Peter tried to move away without drawing attention to himself, but found he had not an inch to spair or squeeze away with the crowd and Wade's enormous arm holding him demandingly in place. His free hand took hold of Wade's forearm and tried fruitlessly to push him away, anger and humiliation warred inside making his stomach turn.
Wade's lips brushed the back of Peter's ear, he opened his mouth and groaned ever so quietly the smaller man's name. Free hand slidding over one thigh, traveling up slow to the apex of those strong legs.
Wade was admittedly shoked to feel Peter sporting a chubby, the smaller man releasing a shocked gasp almost too loudly when Wade cupped his fingers around it, giving it a soft squeeze.
"W-Wade?" Peter yelped, snatching Wade's wrist. The lady infront of them almost turned to give them a glance but thankfully must have felt it was too much energy because she huffed aggravatedly instead.
Peter's face burned with embarrassment, his hands shaking with a hot pent fury, but with his cock stiffening in Wade's palm, he caressed him through his jeans, the pads of his fingers pressing in the right spots, coaxing the beast and drowning out the rational side of his mind telling him to be angry. Peter slackend briefly as a wave of pleasure slithered through him.
"Fuck. Babyboy I wanna hit it."
"This is- " Peter started but Wade pressed a hand over his mouth, the other still gripping his cock in time with the grinding against his ass.
"Can't help myself. Your driving me crazy." Wade's words washed over Peter's neck, lips tickling against flesh.
Peter caved. A shudder wracked his frame and he bucked into Wade's hand, his eyes stung as tears start to form under his lids but never quite passed his lashes, his face was burning hot and he knew he must be beat red. Some sick part of him liking the humidity of Wade's breath on his skin, Wade's hands on his body.
Wade's first thought was to tug both their pants down and use his spit to fuck Peter Parker right then and there on the bus, but Peter was (( a lady. )) (Friend?) A respectable person. And might never forgive him if didn't at least shag him somewhere private.
With a few moments pause he knew what he wanted to do and was an absolute gentleman as he popped the fly of Peter's jeans.
TBC