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Peter Parker makes his way to his Aunt May’s house for their weekly dinner with Thai takeout in tow. He’s got plans with his boyfriend, Wade, later that evening, so he knows they won’t be able to play games or chat for an extended period of time, but he made plans with Aunt May first and wants to honor them.
It’s a chilly morning in mid-April, and Peter is thankful he decided to wear a light jacket. The Thai joint isn’t too far from May’s apartment, but he does try to walk a little fast so the food doesn’t get too cold.
Peter unlocks the front door of May’s apartment, greeting her with a customary, “I’m here, Aunt May!”
May smiles at Peter, who walks into the living room shortly after taking off his shoes and jacket.
Takeout night means they eat on the couch, and Peter sets the food on the coffee table before giving May a hug.
They start eating, catching up from the previous time they met up. May asks, “Are you down for a card game after dinner?”
Peter replies, “I actually have plans after this, so I won’t be staying too crazy long.”
May smiles at Peter, saying, “You’ve had plans a lot lately, haven’t you?”
Realizing they haven’t sat down to play games in weeks, Peter says, “I’m sorry May, we’ll have to schedule a game night sometime soon.”
“Don’t worry about it, Peter. I’m happy for you! You’ve been kind of a giant hermit the past few years. It’s about time you realized it’s okay to have friends and go out.”
Peter clears his throat before speaking, “I’m actually, uh, seeing someone.”
“Peter! That’s great news!! How long?” she asks, excitement obvious in her features.
“About three months. I didn’t want to tell you until I knew it was like… more of a sure thing.” Peter bites his lip with a pause before continuing on, “He’s actually Deadpool. Wade Wilson. So I don’t have to worry about him fending for himself… he actually has to worry more about me, because he can’t die. That’s like— his superpower. He can heal from anything.”
“So you found someone that fits in your life, huh?” she asks with a smile.
“I did. It was a long time coming. We both flirted with each other so much as Spider-Man and Deadpool. Well… mostly he flirted and I entertained him sometimes. Deadpool and Spider-Man still keep it ‘professional,’ though, so I don’t compromise my identity. Like— Deadpool and Wade date Peter but Spider-Man is out of the equation.”
“So how did you finally reveal who you really were to him? Is his identity a secret?” May inquires.
“No… his identity isn’t really a secret. But not many people know what he really looks like. And uh… the identity reveal actually started with me getting shot in the arm during a team up. He patched me up and the rest is history.”
“Peter!” she exclaims. “Why didn’t you tell me you got shot?”
“Oh… I didn’t think it was a big deal. It doesn’t happen often but I’ve been shot a few times before. It was completely healed within three days, don’t worry,” Peter tries to assure her.
May makes a “ tsk, tsk” noise and shakes her head. “I still would have liked to know.”
“Sorry, May.”
“So… tell me about him!” She shifts the conversation a bit.
“Where to start… so, he’s funny as hell and an absolute sweetheart. Anyone who knows him wouldn’t say that, but I know him better than them. He doesn’t really let people get close-“
May cuts him off, “Sounds familiar.” She winks at him.
“Haha. You’re right though, we both are pretty similar. We’ve both had girls that um… were very unfortunately killed. You know… due to our profession.”
“Hm… so he really understands you,” she provides.
“Yeah. He does. In so many ways. If you had told me a year ago that we were dating, I would call you crazy. But we have so much common ground, May. He’s got a bit of a mental health issue, but who doesn’t anymore? I’ve got OCD, so I get it.”
“I know. That runs on our side of the family,” she emphasizes her neat and tidy apartment, as if to prove her point. “Your uncle, obviously, didn’t have OCD, so that was a constant struggle for us— besides just my neat and tidy thing. I had a lot of rituals he didn’t really understand.”
“Same here!! Wade isn’t a slob by any means but he’s definitely way more lax than me about stuff. I prefer hanging out at my condo because of it. I just get the urge to clean his place when I’m over there…”
“That’s so relatable,” she assures him. “When can I meet him?”
“Well… soon, I hope. The biggest hang-up is he’s a little self conscious of how he looks without his uniform. When he got his healing ability… a horrific and painful accident happened, and it really makes him physically different. He looks kind of like a burn survivor.”
“Well you know that wouldn’t bother me!” May exclaims.
“I know. It’s just hard for him to break out of his shell with more intimate situations like ‘meeting the parents.’ People are so mean to him. He really acts like it doesn’t bother him, but I know it does.”
“People suck, don’t they?”
“They sure do,” Peter says.
“Well, I don’t want to keep you waiting. Go spend time with your boy, I’ll clean up.”
“You sure?” he asks.
“Yes, Peter! It’s just takeout containers. You have a good night and I want to meet him soon,” she says.
The pair stand up together to share a hug. “I love you, May.”
“I love you too, Peter.”
Peter looks at the time after leaving Aunt May’s apartment and decides he’ll take the subway today. After getting on his train, Peter shoots Wade a message and lets him know that he’s on the way, and to meet him soon.
Upon getting to his condo, Peter gives his cat Peaches some pets before feeding her and scooping her litter box. He purposefully leaves his front door unlocked, knowing Wade will be here soon.
Not in the mood to only be in the company of his own thoughts, Peter decides to turn on some ambient music on his sound system throughout the condo.
Peter makes himself comfortable, heading to the bedroom to change out of his jeans. He puts on a pair of form-fitting joggers instead that, according to Wade, “make his ass look out of this world.”
He flops down on the couch, and is soon joined by Peaches. As Peter pets her, he says, “Your best buddy will be here soon.”
Peter tries not to be too offended, but Peaches has really taken a liking to Wade. She always sits on his lap, cuddles against him in bed, and demands attention from him. When Wade is over, Peter knows he won’t be getting much love from her. Mostly Peter thinks it’s very sweet, and is glad she approves of Wade so highly.
Before he knows it, the merc heads through the front door, saying, “Peter, I’m home!” before he shuts it. Wade takes off his jacket and shoes, flopping down on the couch next to Peter. Peter is greeted with a kiss, and Wade asks, “How’s my little Petey Pie doing today?”
“Oh, good! Work was really interesting today. We’re tackling this huge project right now and I can just feel how close we are. It’s so awesome to see all these minds come together and work through tough solutions,” Peter says excitedly.
Wade gently grabs hold of Peter’s hand, running his thumb against the top of it as the younger man speaks. “You’re so smart, Pete. I know you guys can do it. Did anything else happen?” Wade asks.
Peter pauses a moment, thinking about how to say this, “I saw Aunt May tonight and we got Thai. And I kinda finally told her all about you.”
“Good things I hope?” Wade kids.
“Yes! And she really really wants to meet you.”
Wade presses his lips together in a thin line, worry pretty obvious in his features. “I’m not sure if that’s such a good idea, Pete.”
“Wade, seriously. Guess who raised me? May. Guess who taught me to be loving, compassionate, understanding and kind? May. May won’t judge you or care about what you look like. May only cares about whether or not you make me happy, which you certainly do,” he says finitely.
Wade clearly mulls it over in his mind. Peter pauses, knowing that Wade’s internal monologue can sometimes be a little rambling in nature. “Could you at least warn her?” he asks. “It’s one thing to say you’re tolerant, but that first reaction that people always have isn’t fake.”
“Oh, she knows about your accident. I explained to her that you look a bit like a burn survivor, and that doesn’t worry her or make her feel uncomfortable in the slightest. Again, this is the woman that taught me that physical differences are okay, Wade.” Peter tries to assure him, “You’re gonna be safe with her.”
“This is important to you, isn’t it?” Wade asks.
“Yeah, it is. She’s been nagging me to bring someone home for the better part of a decade, so this is a long time coming for her,” Peter says.
Wade waits for a while longer, thinking. “Okay. I think it’ll be okay. I trust you.”
“I trust you too. That’s why we’re going to do this,” Peter says with a smile. “How was your day?”
“Pretty good!” Wade perks up a bit. “I went for a really long run through the park today. Spring is my season. It’s not icy but it’s still cold enough to get away with hoodies and sweats.”
“Aw that sounds really nice. I know I keep saying this, but I should really start running with you. I kinda take the ability to web-sling everywhere for granted, I feel.”
“As if that upper body workout isn’t enough cardio for you,” Wade jabs jokingly. He thinks for a moment before saying, “Have you ever thought about competing on American Ninja Warrior?”
“Okay now that just wouldn’t be fair. I would sweep that grand prize and get the 10k for the mega wall with no problem. No, I never would do that,” Peter says defensively.
Wade laughs and ruffles Peter’s hair. “You’re a much more decent human being than me. I would totally do it if I were you.”
“Yeah, well, you’re not.” Peter sticks his tongue out at Wade like a bratty child.
Picking up the subtle cue, Wade leans in and says, “Oh ho ho, is someone feeling a little naughty?”
“Well…” Peter blushes. “I wasn’t trying to be…?”
“Uh-huh. Sure. I don’t buy that, baby boy.”
“You caught me, Daddy,” Peter says with a shit-eating grin.
“C’mere, baby.” Wade rubs his thighs and then extends his arms toward Peter. “Sit down on my lap.”
Peter crosses his arms defiantly. “What if I don’t want to?” he asks, clearly into the scenario.
Wade drops his arms on his lap. “You’ve got a choice here, Pete. You can either come willingly, or I can make you.”
“Well, then, make me.”
To an outside observer, Wade grabs hold of Peter’s arm with such force that you would want to call in for domestic abuse. However, Peter has got the upper hand in all of their play. Peter, with his super strength and healing factor, is hardly phased by how strong his partner is. Wade’s strength is dwarfed in comparison.
So when Wade quite literally jolts Peter across his lap by a stronghold of the younger man’s arm, it’s all in good fun. Peter, with his agility, is able to support himself in the hold like a gymnast might during a peg stand, or an ice skating couple in a complex lift. After the quick feat, Peter is draped across Wade’s lap, groin to groin, with the younger man now on his stomach, ass up.
Their scenes sometimes look violent and possibly insane, but after weeks of practicing limits, kink negotiation, and countless scenes between the pair, they had a pretty good idea about what the limits were to their escapades, and how not to cross them.
When Wade yanks Peter’s arms behind his back with one of his large hands, it may look like something out of a horror film, but the two men are definitely being safe, sane and consensual.
“Daddy?” Peter asks.
“Yes, baby boy?”
“You’re not going to hit me, are you?” he presses. “I didn’t do anything wrong…”
With his free hand, Wade lightly scratches his nails over Peter’s joggers right below one of his firm cheeks, sending tingles down his spine. “You know that’s incorrect, don’t you Pete?” he asks.
“No. I’m perfect, Daddy. An angel. I didn’t do anything wrong,” he says finitely.
“Sounds like someone needs to learn a lesson, don’t they, baby boy?” Wade can feel himself start to harden a bit in his sweatpants, knowing that Peter is definitely able to feel it as well. Wade continues to tease Peter with his fingertips, and feels Peter start to get an erection too.
“I bet,” Wade starts, “You’d love it if I spanked you right now. Wouldn’t you, baby boy?”
Peter groans a little, saying exaggeratedly, “N-no! Don’t do that!”
Wade takes his grip off Peter’s wrists and roughly grabs the back of Peter’s shirt, pulling the younger man up to be face to face with Wade. “Liars don’t get what they want. Do they, baby boy?”
Peter stammers, “I-I wasn’t lying.”
“Uh-huh. And the sky isn’t blue.” Wade lifts Peter up, pulling him into a fireman carry.
The quick action gets a little yelp of surprise out of the smaller man. Wade carries him into the bedroom, and tosses him onto the bed haphazardly, as if he were a rag doll.
“Strip,” Wade says as he hovers over Peter.
Peter shakes his head, keeping up the defiant act.
At this, Wade yanks Peter’s joggers and boxer briefs off, revealing his half-mast erection. Wade makes moves to take off Peter’s shirt, but Peter pretends to fight back his advances.
The taller man jumps onto the bed, pinning Peter down. Wade, with a squirming Peter below him, slowly is able to secure his limbs in bed straps that were a recent addition to Peter’s bedroom.
The bed straps don’t really do anything to hold Peter down, because they’re just a flimsy buy off the Internet, but there’s a mutual understanding between the pair that the restraints aren’t meant to be broken out of.
T-shirt still on, Peter is now spread-eagle on the mattress. Wade takes a moment to stand back up, admiring his handiwork. “Gorgeous, baby boy. It’s such a shame you had to be naughty. I gave you every opportunity to be a good boy, and you decided to be naughty and lie to me.” Wade makes a “tsk, tsk” noise and puts his hands on his hips. “You know, I would have just spanked you if you asked nicely.”
“I know, Daddy. I’m sorry,” Peter says.
“You can say that, but I’m going to make sure you mean it,” Wade replies.
Wade crawls on the bed next to Peter. He spits in his hand and, as gently as possible, grips around Peter’s cock. Wade strokes him with feather-light touches. He keeps it up just enough to make Peter’s cock hard, straining for something more. Wade gives the tip of the head a kiss before letting go, saying, “You have such a pretty, hard cock, baby.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” Peter gasps.
“It’s such a shame I won’t be here to look at it.”
“What?” Peter asks.
Wade kisses the top of his head and says in Peter’s face softly, “Naughty boys get timeout.”
Peter throws his head back, groaning loudly in frustration. He briefly breaks character, saying, “You little minx!!”
Wade grins at Peter before standing straight up. “Protests just add the minutes, little Peter! We started with 31, one minute for every year you’ve been alive. We’re adding five for your outburst, making 36. Do you have anything else to say?” Wade asks.
“No, Daddy,” Peter says sadly.
Wade kisses his cheek, saying on the way out of the room, “Love you, baby boy! I’ll see you soon.”
He makes his way into the living room, leaving Peter alone on the bed. He flops on the couch and turns on the TV, settling for an episode of The Simpsons. Peaches makes her way on the couch, cuddling against Wade. She rubs her body against him, begging for pets.
Wade says loud enough for Peter to hear, “Oh, Peaches. You are such a sweet and good girl. You love chin scratches, don’t you?”
True to his word, a timer goes off, and Wade rejoins Peter in the bedroom. Peter’s erection is gone, but it’s clear that his interest isn’t.
“What did we learn today?” Wade asks Peter from the doorway.
“That naughty boys get punished,” Peter mutters under his breath.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Peter. I can’t understand boys who mumble. Should I give you some more time to think about what you want to say?” Wade asks.
“That naughty boys get punished!” Peter calls out desperately.
“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Wade asks sweetly. He takes off his own clothes, standing to the side of the bed where Peter can look at him. Wade starts to stroke his cock in front of Peter, bringing it to full hardness. Wade can tell that Peter’s cock is also twitching back to hardness in interest.
“Tell me, Peter, what would you like?”
“I want you to spank me and then I want you to fuck me. Please, Daddy,” he replies with desperation obvious in his voice.
“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it? Will you be a good boy if I let you out of the restraints?” Wade asks.
“Yes, Daddy. I promise I’ll be good.”
Before releasing him, Wade says, “Good boy,” and gives Peter a rough kiss. Both of them are on edge, and the kiss makes it obvious.
After taking off the restraints, Wade gets up so he can sit in Peter’s office chair at the desk in his room. The chair is a modern, uncomfortable thing; sturdy, with no arm rests. He turns around the chair before sitting down, now facing Peter who is still lying in bed. Wade beckons him to come over with a simple pat on his thighs.
Peter heads over to Wade, standing in front of him. Wade takes off Peter’s t-shirt, making them both nude. [[Fucking finally. Get on with it.]]
Wade takes hold of Peter, draping him across his lap face down, much like before on the couch. This time, being on such a small chair, Peter’s torso and legs drape over Wade’s lap, head nearly touching the floor and feet planted on the ground for stability. It’s a familiar position for both of them. Peter loves the humiliation that comes with being bent over Wade’s knee, and Wade is more than happy to oblige him.
Again, Wade teases Peter’s ass with finger tips, grazing the nails over the skin lightly. Out of nowhere, Wade strikes Peter’s ass with an open hand.
Peter calls out, “Fuck! Y-yes, Daddy.”
Wade alternates how he strikes, keeping Peter on edge. Sometimes he hesitates for a while before hitting him again, sometimes he stops hitting him altogether to simply rub the reddening flesh of Peter’s ass.
Both men grow rock solid. They can’t help do anything but be hard with their erections rubbing together in this position.
Knowing Peter has had his fill for now, Wade eventually says, “Get up, baby.”
Peter stands, a little knobby kneed from the previous attention. Wade stands as well, picking Peter up in a much more friendly bridal carry, gently setting him down on the bed.
Wade strokes his own cock a couple times to take the edge off. “You did such a good job, baby. I’m so proud of you.”
Peter smiles at Wade, blissed out of his mind from the spanking session. Peter’s cock is hard, an angry red and leaking precum.
“Turn around, baby. Flip on your stomach so Daddy can see your pert, red ass before the marks go away,” Wade says.
Peter does as he’s asked. He accentuates his features by bringing his legs up and resting on his knees. His position raises his ass in the air so Wade can inspect it.
Peter feels the bed shift as Wade climbs on behind the younger man. “Beautiful,” Wade says under his breath before resting his hands on both cheeks of Peter’s ass. He spreads him apart, revealing his asshole. Without any warning, Wade teases the entry with a flat tongue, just grazing the outside of it.
“O-Oh… Daddy,” Peter calls out. Done with teasing, Wade rims Peter in earnest, making him squirm and moan beneath Wade.
After giving his asshole plenty of attention, Wade stands up, saying, “Stay just like that, baby. Daddy won’t be long.” Wade walks over to the bedside table, and takes out a container of lube after rummaging around for a moment.
The older man, as promised, rejoins Peter quickly on the bed. He warms up some lube in his hands, and inserts a finger in Peter’s asshole. He works it in and out, curling it slightly to hit Peter’s prostate.
Peter is a squirming mess beneath him, letting out a mantra of moans as Wade starts to stretch him open. Soon, a second finger joins the first, and Peter says clearly, “Daddy, just do it! I wanna feel you now, please.”
“Well, since you asked so sweetly…” Wade says as he lubes up his cock. Wade guides himself into Peter’s inadequately stretched hole, working himself in slowly to stretch him open.
Peter is a mess already. Understimulated and then overstimulated, he knows he’s not going to last very long, and neither is Wade.
Wade pounds into him with desperation. He grabs hold of Peter’s cock while he does so, hoping to bring him to completion soon.
In a somewhat embarrassing amount of time, Peter calls out, “D-Daddy! I’m gonna cum…”
“Do it, baby. Let go for me,” Wade replies.
Peter groans as he releases onto the bedspread below him, his hole clenching a little tighter around Wade’s cock.
“Where do you want it, Pete?” Wade asks.
“Inside!” Peter calls out.
A few strokes later, Wade cums inside Peter’s asshole, filling him up with his spunk. “Fuck, baby boy you did so great. So great for me,” Wade praises.
Wade pulls out slowly, and gently sets Peter on the bed. Wade cuddles him for a moment, spooning behind him. He kisses the back of Peter’s head. Breaking scene, Peter says in a raspy voice, “I love you, Wade.”
“I love you too, Pete. I’m going to be right back, sweetie. I’m going to get you some water.” Wade releases his hold on the younger man, and runs to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Wade drinks a healthy portion of it before filling it up again, and rejoins Peter in the bedroom.
Wade sits up next to the younger man, and supports Peter into a sitting position as well. Wade hands him the glass of water, and Peter drinks a couple gulps of it before Wade sets it down on the end table.
Wade pulls the covers up over them, and wraps his arms around Peter, spooning him again. They both lay down in contented silence, Wade stroking Peter’s hand with his thumb to keep him grounded. Wade quickly learned that aftercare was a crucial part of his scenes with Peter. Peter likes to be held and cared for, and Wade thrives on the gentle contrast of moments like this.
After some time, Peter breaks their silence, “I love you, Wade.”
“I love you too, Pete.”
“I know it’s kind of early, but I feel like we should shower and go to bed,” Peter provides.
Wade replies, “I think you’re right, Peter. Just a quick one?” he asks.
“Oh yeah. I just want to wash the sweat and stuff off.”
Wade kisses the back of Peter’s head before releasing his hold on him. The pair get up and, true to Wade’s word, take a quick shower. They brush their teeth, and Peter turns off the lights in his home before joining Wade back in bed, both still nude from before.
They lay down together, almost touching, and both quickly drift off to sleep.