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Wade’s job ends up taking the better part of a week. The whole thing ends up being more complicated than he originally anticipated, but he’s Wade Fucking Wilson, so of course he gets it done.
Peter, on the other hand, puts in plenty of overtime at the lab this week. His team is currently working on a new way to develop bioartifical organs to be used as transplants for patients, instead of relying on donors for organs. They are making great strides with their progress, and are managing to get incredibly close to viable transplant organs.
Needless to say, both men are working incredibly hard, and are looking forward to a little R&R time together.
Wade had gotten home earlier that day, and spent the afternoon showering and taking a nap before Peter got out of work. After getting the go ahead call from Peter, he joins him at his condo in Brooklyn.
Wade opens the front door, and calls out his customary, “Peter, I’m home!” before closing the door.
Peter doesn’t even give him a second to get settled in before jumping up in Wade’s arms, wrapping his legs and arms around him. Wade lets out a little, “Oof” at the initial surprise of it, before supporting Peter’s ass with his hands.
The pair greet each other with an intense kiss. Wade breaks it by saying, “I missed this ass, little jumping spider.” He accentuates his words by squeezing Peter’s cheeks through his sweatpants.
Peter laughs and pecks Wade on the lips again before speaking, “I missed you too, Wade.”
Wade carries him over to the couch and sets Peter down, sitting down next to the younger man.
“Should have honestly just carried me to the bedroom,” Peter says boldly.
“Well c’mere,” Wade says as he pats his legs.
Peter straddles Wade’s lap. Sitting up with Peter wrapped around him again, Wade carries him to the bedroom and sets Peter down on the bed. Both men start taking off their clothes, and Wade asks, “Remember what we talked about a few nights ago?”
“Maybe? Remind me,” Peter says coyly.
“I’ve already prepped myself with this bad boy,” Wade casually pulls out a buttplug before speaking again, “So go crazy.”
Peter grins at Wade, pulling him down onto the bed with his hands. Peter flips the older man over, so that Peter is straddling Wade’s hips. The two share an eager kiss. Wade, to Peter’s preference, uses teeth to worry Peter’s bottom lip, biting it more than once. As the two lock lips, they can’t help but grind their hips together.
Rutting against each other, it doesn’t take very long at all before both men have an erection. Wade, taking this opportunity of Peter being on top, gives Peter’s ass a hard smack, surprising the younger man, who moans in response.
Peter reaches down to finger Wade’s asshole, muttering, “Fuck, babe,” as he feels it. “You’re not kidding. You’re all ready for my cock.”
“Right. So get on with it, baby boy,” Wade teases.
Peter gets off of Wade’s hips, saying, “Hands and knees, Daddy.”
“Alright, bossy boy,” Wade says before flipping over, doing as he’s asked.
Peter spits in his hand before stroking his cock a couple times, just to get it a bit wet. He guides his dick into Wade’s entrance, using caution initially. After realizing exactly how good of a job Wade did getting prepped, it doesn’t take long for Peter to pick up the pace.
Both men are desperate, and Peter isn’t typically gentle when he gets the opportunity to be on top. He repeatedly and frequently teases Wade’s prostate as he thrusts in the older man.
Wade takes this opportunity to stroke his own cock. He loves being fucked by Peter, who doesn’t hold back. The intensity is something the average person probably wouldn’t be able to handle, but Peter and Wade’s stamina are both far from average.
Being a bit selfish, Peter continues to make haste, bringing himself close to finishing. “I’m going to have to stop for a while if you want to keep going,” Peter warns.
“Don’t worry about it. You can put that pretty little mouth of yours to use instead,” Wade responds, giving Peter permission to finish prematurely.
Thinking about the blowjob he’s about to give his partner is what sets him over the edge. Peter calls out, “Fuck, Daddy!” as he cums deep in Wade’s asshole.
Peter takes a second, and pulls out of Wade, falling on the bed beside him. Wade turns to kiss Peter, giving him a second to catch his breath.
Wade sits up, and moves toward the edge of the bed, knees spread. “Why don’t you come over here between Daddy’s knees, baby?”
Peter gets up and does as he’s told, kneeling on the ground between Wade’s spread legs. Peter looks up at Wade, as if waiting for permission.
“Go on,” Wade says. “Suck me off.” The older man runs a hand through Peter’s hair, grabbing the back of it tightly and pulling. He guides Peter’s head to meet his groin. Moaning in response to the hair pulling, Peter gives Wade’s cock a long lick on the underside before rubbing his cheek against it.
It takes Peter but a moment before he engulfs Wade’s length in his mouth, taking it as deep as he can before gagging. Peter takes the time during these first few strokes to build up some saliva, making Wade’s cock wet.
After some time, Peter releases, spitting on the head. He uses the slick liquid as he strokes Wade’s cock with his hand, making the length even wetter.
Peter alternates between the three: sucking, spitting and strokes of his hand. The result of his cock worship is intensely satisfying for Wade, but also is teasing him to the point of being unable to be brought to completion.
Nearly thirty minutes pass, Peter still fervently paying attention to Wade’s cock cyclically, alternating between the three activities.
“If I didn’t know any better,” Wade starts, “I’d say you like doing this so much that you don’t want me to cum.”
Peter shrugs his shoulders, with Wade’s cock still in his mouth.
Wade grins down at the younger man, running his hand through his hair. Wade pulls Peter’s hair at the back of his head, pulling the younger man off his cock. “Wanna tell me if that’s true?” Wade asks.
Peter blushes before saying, “Well, yeah.” He clears his throat. “I just really like your dick so I want to keep sucking it…”
“By all means,” Wade guides Peter’s head back toward his cock. “I wasn’t aware this was a hobby for you. I would hate to deprive you of something you really like.”
Peter keeps Wade on edge. Wade has come close to orgasm quite a few times, but Peter always manages to switch up what he’s doing just in time to avoid it from happening.
Jaw sore, eventually Peter sucks Wade in earnest, giving him everything he’s got. It isn’t long before Wade rocks his head back, groaning, “face or mouth?”
Peter just takes Wade deeper, giving him silent permission to cum in his mouth. Peter happily takes all of it, over the moon about the entire thing.
Wade helps the younger man back into bed, holding him in a bear hug. “You’re so talented, baby boy. I’m so lucky.”
Peter blushes, hiding his face in the pillow. “Thank you, Daddy,” comes out in a muffled voice.
Wade kisses the back of Peter’s head. The pair rest for a while, catching their breath. Peter eventually turns around to face Wade, giving him a gentle peck on the lips. “I love you, Wade.”
“Love you too, Pete.”
“Do you want to do anything? We could watch something or play a game-“
Wade cuts him off, “I’m honestly good right here. We can just chat for a while until we get hungry?”
“Sure! Speaking of hunger— I’m doing dinner with Aunt May tomorrow night. I’d like it if you came with me,” Peter offers.
Wade bites his lip before answering, “Yeah. I can do that.”
“Don’t be nervous! I promise it’ll be great.”
Wade smiles at Peter, tapping him on the nose with an index finger. “If you say so, baby boy.”
“Perfect. I’ll let her know to expect you and your ravenous appetite,” Peter says with a grin.
“I’m a growing boy!” he says defensively.
“Well… sometimes I guess that is true, isn’t it?”
“Damn right it is, baby boy,” Wade accentuates his words by thrusting against Peter’s leg.
Peter flushes red, saying, “N-no! I meant that you know... sometimes you regenerate limbs and stuff!!”
“Uh-huh. Whatever you say, baby boy.”
Peter giggles, hiding his face in Wade’s chest.
“Pete?”
“Yeah, Wade?”
“I love you. So damn much.”
“I love you too,” Peter says while smiling into Wade’s chest.
The two enjoy the rest of their evening together being lazy, both taking the opportunity to finally relax. Wade opts to spend the night, something he’s been doing more and more frequently lately.
The next day, the pair decide to spend some more time relaxing together, intermittent with a lazy sex session. Peter has today off, and after his long week, he’s glad to be spending the day with his boyfriend.
Soon enough, it’s time for them to get ready to head to Aunt May’s apartment. Wade, who has long since started leaving some clothes at Peter’s condo, dresses in a pair of jeans, a sweater and a knit cap. Peter is dressed similarly, sans hat, due to the chilly spring evening.
The pair take a taxi there, as Wade tends to avoid the subway and bus systems. Peter holds Wade’s hand on the way there, trying to assure him that the evening is going to go great.
Before they know it, they’ve arrived. Right before they enter, Peter gives Wade a peck on the lips and a gentle squeeze of his hand. Peter unlocks the front door, saying, “We’re here May!” before shutting it. The pair take off their shoes, and are met by May in the foyer.
“Peter!” she hugs him in greeting. “And you must be Wade. Are you a hugger?” she asks.
“Well, I can be,” Wade says. Wade turns to Peter, saying, “I thought we were here to meet your aunt, not your sister.”
May grins at him, giggling a little, and gives him a hug as well. “It’s so nice to meet you. It’s about time Peter brought someone home. Have a seat at the table, guys. Fajitas are almost done.”
“Fajitas! Did Peter put you up to this?” Wade asks.
“He may have, yes,” May replies.
Peter grins at Wade, and shows him the way to the kitchen table.
“Did Peter also warn you that I have the appetite of a high school linebacker?” Wade asks Aunt May through the kitchen pass-through.
May laughs in the kitchen, saying, “He might have warned me about that, yes. There’s plenty of food here, I think.”
“You’re an angel, May,” Wade replies.
May carries some warmed up tortillas to the table, asking, “Drinks?”
Peter replies, “Water is fine.”
“Same here, May,” Wade adds.
Peter gets up, saying, “I’ll get the drinks, Aunt May.”
Peter heads into the kitchen with Aunt May. May whispers to Peter, “He’s funny. I like him.”
Peter smiles, and gets each of them a glass of ice water before joining Wade back at the table.
May puts the fajita mixture in a big bowl, and brings it, and all the relevant toppings to the table.
“Don’t be shy,” she says before grabbing a couple tortillas.
The three plate themselves food, all focused on getting those first few bites in.
Wade devours his first fajita, and says, “Awesome job, May.”
“Thank you, Wade! So… Peter tells me that you’re Deadpool. Do you have a day job like Pete?”
“No,” he replies. “I’m actually a mercenary. I’m not really just doing the ‘heroic’ stuff out of the goodness of my heart or anything, unfortunately. I really admire Peter for that, but it’s never how I’ve done it.”
“I see. So you make your living by… saving people?” she asks.
“Maybe in a way? I do a lot of dirty jobs that no one wants to do. I actually used to kill bad guys, and that was my thing, but I don’t really do the killing thing anymore,” he responds. “I wish there was a more eloquent way to explain what I do, but it’s just not a very eloquent profession.”
May nods in understanding. “I think I get it. But you and Peter work together?”
Wade nods. “That’s more of a recent development in my career, yeah. So I suppose I’m not always in it for the moolah anymore.”
Peter shares a small smile with Wade, and reaches over to give his hand a squeeze.
“Where are you from, Wade? Have you always lived here in the city?” May asks.
“I’m actually Canadian, believe it or not,” he replies.
“Oh! Do you still have family there?” she follows up.
“Nope. No family to speak of, honestly. I’m an orphan like Pete over here.”
May replies, “I see. I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Don’t be sorry. Family used to be an f-word for me, but there’s people like Pete out there that I belong to, and that’s not the case anymore.”
May smiles at Wade, saying, “And you two are lucky to have each other.”
Peter beams at May before he says, “Yeah. We are.”
The three finish up the meal with a light aura; May beginning to understand why Peter fell for the man sitting next to him. As far as first impressions go, she couldn’t be happier for her nephew, who’s clearly found someone he can belong to.