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If you really need me, just reach out and touch me

Peter's been having a rough time lately. It's obvious, much as he tries to deny it. Two weeks ago was the anniversary of Uncle Ben's death, and it's pretty much gone downhill from there. He'd spent the whole day with his Aunt, only to come home to Wade and be...kind of distant. Understandable. He cried into Wade's chest until he fell asleep which - okay. Acceptable on death day. The next night, he was still pretty rough around the edges, punching a little too hard, getting sloppy and taking hits he could have easily avoided.

And the next night. And the next night. After about a week though, things were looking a little brighter; they even had sex, just two people, making love.

Then the warehouse happened.

It's bad. Really, really bad. Peter's leg is broken and Wade is...there's more blood on the ground than in his body. That's what they get for stumbling on a mutant druglord. He fights their way out, breaking his jaw in the process, and drags Wade to a rooftop four blocks over. Peter cries over him until he heals - and of course, he'll heal - and by then the sun is high in the sky and Peter's bones have healed wrong.

Then they have a real problem. Peter's angry. A lot. Peter's angry, and he's trying to hide it. Comes home with a split lip and a fake smile. He was out patrolling on his own. He almost never does that anymore. The real turning point, though, is the latest co-patrol. A couple of would-be bank robbers - not much of a threat. Wade's got two of them knocked out cold and awaiting webbing. But the third...his face is practically pulp. Peter is punching, and punching, and punching. If he punched any harder he'd kill the guy. His gloves come away ripped when Wade finally gets him to stop; his knuckles are raw, bleeding.

This has to stop.

Peter finds the collar and a cock ring on top of his textbooks a day later. The note says if he's down to play, he should wear them all day. All day? He considers it before taking a deep breath and relaxing. Yeah, sure. They haven't done this in a while, and to be honest...Peter's kind of been giving Wade whatever he wants since the warehouse incident. Not that he'd admit it.

So Peter buckles the collar on and slips the cock ring onto himself before going about his day. It's hard, keeping his hoodie drawn high enough to not make the collar visible, and worse, just thinking about the cock ring gives him half a chub - which turns into a full on erection, because he has a cock ring pushing all of his blood into his dick. So there's that to deal with.

By the time he gets home, Peter has edged off half a dozen erections and is so totally ready to fucking play. And Wade isn't even home yet, the fucker. He knows what he's doing. Peter makes dinner and strips down to nothing because hey - two can play at that game, and if Wade is going to tease him he'll tease right back.

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After the anniversary of Peter's uncle's death, Wade understood why Peter was so distant. Wade never pushed him. He waited patiently until Peter was ready to come to him and when he did, Wade held him in his arms, desperately wishing he could take that pain away from his love. The part that was unusual was how Peter didn't bounce back after that. This continued for a while. He gave Peter space when he needed space and comfort when he needed comfort. But no matter what Wade did, he couldn't get inside Peter's head to help.

It was normal for the two of them to get a little beat up -- especially wade. But that incident with the warehouse, that really fucked them both up. Wade was usually pretty careful about not fucking dying in front of Peter, but this time it was impossible to avoid. Waking up to a crying Peter about broke him and no amount of consoling could fix the divide that had begun after that.

Peter was angry and trapped in his head and no matter how Wade tried to get in, there was no breaking that wall down. The love of his life had been through too fucking much for someone so young and it had damaged him in ways that maybe weren't fixable and that terrified Wade. He didn't want Peter to torture himself. Wade had done the same for years and if he could help Peter avoid wasting that time on things he couldn't control, he would. So he fucking tried.

That was what made Wade snap. Peter's carelessness and anger. Peter was not a careless person. He was the opposite. So when he saw Peter start to unhinge like Wade, it freaked him out. He stayed up one night watching Peter sleep, contemplating over what the hell he could do to try to help the other man. And there was only one thing that came to mind. The only time he could get Peter to let his guard down was when that collar was around that neck. When they did a scene. It was worth a shot.

So he left the note and decided it was time to push Peter past his breaking point in a safe environment -- at home with the person that loved him most in this world (Wade would fight anybody that said otherwise).

Wade shut the front door with a soft click. He was wearing his civilian garb, not the Deadpool suit, so he was a little more vulnerable than usual, but it didn't bother him like it used to. He blamed Peter for that. "Peter?" his voice echoes through the apartment. He hasn't even looked up yet to see where Peter was. He was a little distracted with making sure the door was locked and chained.

It's a series of emotions compounding on each other, and worse yet, Peter was bitten by that radioactive spider. It heightened everything - not just his strength, but his emotions, his memories, too. When he's sad, he's depressed, and when he's angry he's enraged. There's no mellow inbetween for him, when he can still feel Uncle Ben's blood gushing between his fingers - and he means that literally, if he thinks about it he can still feel it.

He knew Wade would come back, of course he did. But there was that little part of him that thought, well, maybe not, and it killed him. Especially when it took so long for him to wake up, and when he was that much of a bloody, fucked up mess. So yeah. He's crying, he's been crying ever since Uncle Ben died and honestly Peter doesn't expect it to stop. He'll pull himself out of it like he always does, until the next tragedy - the day Wade is taken away from him for real. It's bound to happen. Someone will figure them out and find a way -

See, that's the paranoia and panic talking. But Peter just can't help it.

"In the kitchen!" Today is a good day. Wade's invitation gave him something to distract him all day, so tonight, the smile he's wearing is real. And coy, because he's standing in the middle of their kitchen with nothing but his collar, cock ring, and glasses on. With tacos on the stove. Peter's interpretation of Wade's personal heaven, right?

"Hey," Peter's trying very hard not to be self conscious. He shouldn't, when he's wearing the collar. That was their deal. It's just weird because this is a normal situation - he's been normal all day - but the collar also means he's giving up control. Not that he's aware that's exactly what Wade wanted. "Hungry?"

The moment he heard Peter's voice, he immediately followed it to the kitchen, hanging his keys on the key ring first before he walked into the other room. His mouth went dry at the sight. Oh fuck. Peter looked absolutely delicious. Even more so than the tacos on the freaking stove. Oh my god. Peter was perfect. He made dinner and he's standing there butt ass naked with his collar, a cock ring and those fucking glasses on. This had to be a dream. The best part though was the smile on his face. It warmed Wade from head to toe and reminded him how easy it was to fall in love with Peter Parker. Peter definitely knew what Wade's personal heaven was.

"Jesus christ, baby boy! You're going to kill me," he said with a little growl, immediately walking over and pulling Peter against him. He looked into Peter's eyes and then down at those beautiful lips. "Starved, gorgeous." His lips claimed Peter's, showing him just how hungry Wade really was.

"Hopefuly not," Peter grinned and laughed softly, wrapping his arms loosely around Wade's hips. He kissed Wade back eagerly, surrendering to his claiming mouth - definitely not a chaste 'welcome home honey' kiss, and Peter is absolutely down for more. He's been fucking craving it all day. "Mm, me too. Hence the tacos. Or did you mean - "

Peter pulls back with a smirk that reaches his eyes. He will absolutely eat dinner naked if Wade lets him.

Wade really just wanted to whip his clothes off and take Peter on the freaking kitchen table right now, but he had a few things he wanted to do before he fucked Peter senseless. It was hard to resist when he looked so fucking good though. God damn. Wade was beyond attracted to his boyfriend. He nipped at Peter's lips. "Thank you for making dinner." Peter was so good to him.

His voice changed, becoming firm but gentle instead of his usual playful, easy banter. "Let's eat dinner. I want you to stay like that though, pet."

"Of course, babe," Peter smiled, at ease for the first time in a while. This was easy. This was simple. Peter could just let go for a few hours and have some fun. Fucking next to their tacos sounded fantastic, but Peter comforted himself with the knowledge that all of this buildup had to be leading to something good.

"Can do," Peter purred, cheeks tinged pink as he gestured for Wade to sit at the table. So they were going to eat their meal like this. And if Peter happened to get an erection thinking about it, well. Wade could see it. "Let me set the table?"

It felt so good to see that beautiful smile on Peter's face. How long had it been since he saw that expression? It was easy for Wade to reciprocate, He took Peter's hand and pressed kisses into his knuckles. All of this was definitely going to lead to something good.

Wade sat down in his spot, looking up at Peter, lust clearly in his eyes. "Of course, pet."

Peter went back to the stove, piling Wade's plate with a generous helping of five tacos, loaded with all the fixings. Living with Wade for this long had conveyed the very important skill of making the best damn tacos in New York. Then Peter made up his own plate before setting them down on the table and grabbing Wade a beer. "How was your day, Daddy?"

He settled down on the chair, shivering just a little at the cold wood on his bare skin. Which was warm, balls full from all the orgasms he'd edged off today.

Wade's stomach growled at the sight. Oh my god. Peter was so freaking good at making tacos too. It was at the point that even the ones he got at his previously favorite places didn't measure up to Peter's. He shivered at the use of the nickname, eyes narrowing in want. Every time he did that, it about killed him. "It was good, pet. Was thinking about you all day and how I couldn't wait to get home and wrap my lips around that pretty dick of yours."

"Thank you for making dinner," he said before taking a bite, an obscene noise coming from him. Best. Tacos. Ever.

He'd learned a few tricks or two to spice up his recipe. When he figured out just how deep Wade's devotion to tacos ran, well. He couldn't make anything less than the best for his boyfriend! Peter bit his lip as he picked up his taco, eyes wide at Wade's words. Christ. So that's how this dinner was going to go. Wade just got to say things like that while Peter sat there eating a taco buck naked.

"I was thinking about you too. Couldn't stop, with your collar around my neck all day to remind me." Peter purred softly, averting his gaze when Wade made that noise into his taco. You motherfucker. "Of course Daddy. I thought you might be hungry."

Well, Peter created a monster. Now the only thing that could satisfy him was Peter's cooking. Wade watched Peter's reaction, a predatory grin on his face. Oh yes. He liked getting those reactions from Peter.

"Were you? What were you thinking about me doing, baby boy?" he asked. He wanted to know. Wade acted like this was a completely normal conversation, polishing off one of his tacos, tongue darting out to lick the taco sauce from his fingers. "I definitely was. Starved. You did good." He knew that his words had multiple meanings.

Hey, Peter's just fine with that. After homemade tacos, they could cuddle up together on the couch; harder to do on a rooftop after food cart tacos. And there was that grin that spelled the most delicious kind of trouble.

"I was thinking about you fucking me. Bending me over, you know, in that flexible position we like," Peter drawled, taking a bite of his own taco by means of a way to distract himself. He was already getting hard, cock brushing his abdomen. Oh fuck, Wade's tongue. "...thank you, Daddy."

Peter always managed to pull that grin from him.

Wade was already half hard, but listening to Peter tell him what he was thinking about while he wasn't around? Jesus. That was fucking hot. He held his composure, even with his dick pressing painfully against his jeans. "Yeah? You know I love folding you like a pretzel, baby boy. You are just so god damn flexible," he chuckled a little, taking another big bite of one of the other tacos.

"Do you want me to do that to you? You still have that cock ring on, right? If you're good, I'll take it off later and press you into the table and fuck you until you come all over the kitchen floor. Do you want Daddy to fuck you like that, pet?" Wade licked his lips, eyes locked with Peter's as he spoke. "Or maybe I'll keep bringing you back and forth from the edge until your legs are shaking with the strain of keeping yourself upright. I wonder what you'd do for me to show you were a good boy. I know you'd want to come, pet."

Peter swallowed carefully so he didn't choke on his taco, meeting Wade's gaze. They both really did love it when he bent in the most ridiculous positions - the most recent favorite involved Wade's hand in his hair, the other on his back, pressing him into a curve with his ass up.

"Yes Daddy. I haven't taken it off all day. No matter how hard I was, thinking about you. I belong to you." Peter made a little whine at the back of his throat without realizing it, at Wade's promise. "Anything, Daddy. I'd do anything to show you I was a good boy." He could tell Wade was serious, too, with the look in his eyes. His dick was already hard again, drooling against his stomach, and Peter shivered, wood of the chair cool against his aching balls.

Mm. Yeah. That was definitely one of Wade's favorites. God. Peter was so damn attractive and he looked so good with that perfect ass in the air while Wade pounded into him mercilessly.

"Good boy. Yes you are. All mine," Wade said and then finished the rest of the taco he was eating. He sucked at his fingers, cleaning the taco sauce and fixings off of his fingers painfully slowly. "Oh, really? What if I made you keep that cock ring on for the rest of the evening? What if I made you watch me get myself off over and over again until that pretty dick of yours was dark and leaking like a faucet? Do you think you could hold off for Daddy, pet?" He was still looking at Peter intensely, eyes dilated with want.

For Peter, not only was it incredible for Wade to pound in him at that angle, but the soft wonder every time Peter bent his body into the impossible was very gratifying.

Peter's eyes went right to Wade's mouth, remembering his offhand comment about sucking Peter's aching dick. This only exacerbated his problem, but fuck if Peter wasn't 100% on board with this. "I'd do it," Peter wet his lips, remains of his taco crumbling under his grip. "I'd wait days, Daddy. Watch you come over and over again. I'm yours." The thought made his dick twitch impatiently against his stomach, smearing a small patch of glistening precome. Fuck, Wade could rip him to pieces and Peter would let him.

Good. That was exactly what Wade wanted. He wanted Peter to think about Wade sucking him off until he was coming down his throat. Wade could be pretty devious, but only for the right reasons. Mostly. At least now that Peter was a part of his life. "Would you? Mm. That's good to know, baby boy," Wade grinned. "Maybe we should do that some time. See how long it takes you before you're begging to come." Fortunately, Wade was nothing but gentle and loving with Peter. Peter's trust meant the world to him and Wade would never ever betray that.

"Mm," he moaned a little as his tongue swiped over the last droplet of taco sauce. "Damn. Delicious as usual. That definitely hit the spot. You're such a good cook, pet."

Oh he was thinking about it. He wasn't able to think of anything else, to be completely honest. He shivered and shifted in his seat, still staring at Wade's lips. Fuck. He absolutely trusts Wade, with every part of him. Trusts him not to hurt him. "I'd like that. Show you how good I can be for you." No, Peter didn't think Wade would ever betray him, in any meaning of the word.

"Th-thank you." Peter cleared his throat, completely erect and dripping at this point as he watched Wade moan and lick his lips. He can't even finish his dinner, which is little but ground beef and taco shell at this point, he's so distracted.

"Yeah?" Wade said as he got up out of his seat. He took off his jacket and then pulled his shirt up and over his head before he walked over to where Peter was. "Look at how hard you are, baby boy," Wade crouched down next to Peter. His thumb swiped over the head of his lover's dick, thumb dragging through Peter's precome and then bringing his thumb to his mouth for a taste. "Mm. You taste so good."

He grabbed Peter's chair, turning it toward him so that his lover's dick was inches away from his face. "Dinner was so good. I feel like you deserve a reward for being so considerate," he said before his tongue darted out to taste Peter's precome again. His tongue lapped over the head of Peter's cock and he moaned at the taste once again. That was one of Wade's guilty pleasures. He loved sucking Peter off. He loved the noises Peter made. He loved watching him come undone. It was such a turn on.

Peter sucked in a breath, hardly able to believe it as Wade finally got up and walked over to him. Yes. He could practically relief with joy as Wade crouched in front of him, inches from his dick. "...so hard for you, Daddy. Been thinking about you all day." His dick drooled at Wade's touch, precome oozing from his slit. His dick twitched enthusiastically as Peter watched, eyes wide, while Wade tasted him.

"Thank you!" Peter groaned, hands flying to grip the arms of the chair as Wade sucked Peter into his mouth, all good, hot-wet suction. It was intense, too much and yet not enough; the cock ring still kept him from coming, sucking keeping him sensitive and rigid, dick turning even more flush with blood.

Edited 2016-08-07 06:11 (UTC)

"Oh yeah, baby boy? Thinking about how good it would feel to have my mouth wrapped around that pretty dick of yours?" he said before he took Peter in his mouth all the way to the cock ring, deep throating him. He swallowed around the head of Peter's cock and then pulled back up, tongue dragging against the underside. Peter's dick slid out of his mouth with a soft pop. The salty taste of Peter's precome was making Wade so fucking hard.

His hand gripped Peter's dick, giving it a few tugs as he swirled his tongue over the head, greedily lapping up whatever precome leaked out. "You've been so good for me, baby boy," he praised Peter.

"Yes, yes yes," Peter gasped, pushing his hips forward, up towards Wade's mouth. God, Wade was so good with his mouth. Peter groaned again, fingers digging into the wood of the chair as Wade licked him, lapping up the drips of his precome that had made it down the side of his cock.

"Yes. I'm trying so hard Daddy," Peter promised, cutting off in a moan when Wade swirled his tongue over the head of his dick and hit the bundle of nerves just right.

"I know you are, pet. You're doing so good," he said as he continued to stroke Peter's cock. His tongue flicked over the head teasingly.

Wade took Peter into his mouth again, going down to the root. He swallowed hard and then pulled back up. Wade repeated this over and over, his hand reaching down to cup and rub Peter's swollen balls. His pet was being so good, so it was only fair that Wade rewarded him. He fucked Peter with his mouth, noisily slurping and sucking him down with ease. Wade's dick was hard and leaking profusely. Maybe this was more of a treat for himself than for his baby boy after all.

Peter simply devolved into a whine at that, unable to do more than bear the delicious, teasing suction and strokes of Wade's warm, firm hand. His balls sat full in Wade's palm, heavy with all the anticipation from the day. They'd only get heavier as the night went on, it seemed.

"Daddy," Peter moaned, head rolling back against the chair as his toes curled. Yes, Wade was that fucking good with his mouth. It certainly was a treat, but Peter was reaching that edge again, unable to crest with the ring still in place.

Wade slowed down, letting Peter's dick slide out of his mouth again. His hand gripped it, stroking painfully slow as Wade looked up and locked eyes with Peter. His tongue slid from the base of Peter's cock to the tip and Wade refused to break eye contact as he did it.

"Yes, baby boy?" His finger rubbed around the rim of the cock ring teasingly. "I bet it's frustrating. You just want to come, but right as you get to that delicious edge, you just can't fall over it no matter how hard you try." He sat back on the heels of his feet, reaching for Peter's hand. "Come, stand up for me. I want you to do something for Daddy."

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