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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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"Please, please fuck me, please," Peter whined, shivering at the thought that Wade might just rub off on him, not give him that thorough fucking he so desperately craved. "I want you so badly, Daddy, just tell me what you want me to - " Peter cut off in a groan, kissing Wade back. One hand came up to fist against his back; he was practically quivering with need by this point.

"Yes, yes, yes," Peter cried, jerking as he tried so hard not to be disobedient and push down on the dick in his hole. Wade would give him what he earned, but he had to be good, had to be patient. It was absolutely true, though; he believed in Wade with all his heart.

"Well, since you begged me so sweetly," he said in between kisses. He loved when Peter got like this. Begging Wade to fuck him into oblivion. It was such a fucking turn on.

That confirmation from Peter was all he needed and he slammed in, pounding his ass immediately. Wade groaned in pleasure, so happy to be fucking his lover and to know that it was going to end with both of them mutually satisfied. "Ahh -- fuck, baby boy. You feel so fucking good."

Peter cried out, back arching as he took Wade, the hard pace he set immediately catching Peter by surprise. He quickly adjusted, lifting his hips to let Wade have a deeper angle to pound into his prostate. It hurt, deliciously so, sending a shiver up his spine at the toe-curling pleasure.

"Daddy," Peter whined, squeezing around him. His poor cock was still trapped with the ring, dark red and thoroughly engorged with blood by this point.

"I love you, baby boy" Wade said, slowing his thrusts down a little, making sure his dick dragged against Peter's prostate with each thrust, leaning over to claim his mouth again. He was going to make this as intimate as possible and he wasn't going to pull any punches. "I love you and I swear I will never leave you again," he whispered against Peter's mouth before kissing him hard again.

Fuck, that made Wade's legs go weak. He reached in between them to grip Peter's dick and stroked it in time with his thrusts. "Mm, baby boy."

"I love you, Wade," Peter whispered, moaning at the slow drag over his prostate. He felt like his nerves were on fire; Wade was just merciless, continuing to push all of his buttons like a kid pushing every floor on the elevator. "Never. Please. I can't - I need you, Wade. I need - I need - "

He stuttered when Wade took his cock in hand, so sensitive at this point the strokes almost made him want to cry. That rendered him incapable of words, mouth working like a goldfish on open air.

"I need you too, Peter," he thrust into him over and over, that familiar warmth building up in the base of his spine as his balls slapped against Peter's ass. Fuck. That felt so god damn good. "You got me, baby. I'm right here. I'm with you," he moaned Peter's name.

Wade noticed the reaction immediately, his eyes narrowing in a predatory manner. He continued to stroke Peter from base to tip, so ready to take that cock ring off and watch Peter come undone for him. "Do you wanna come, baby boy?" All he needed was a nod of confirmation from Peter and he was going to let 'er rip.

Peter made an incoherent, whining noise, clinging to Wade as he pounded into him. He couldn't do anything but hold on, clenching desperately around his cock as it continued, over and over, to brush his overstimulated gland.

Peter made a guttural noise, fingers tightening almost painfully on Wade. He humped up into his hand, as much as he could with Wade's dick in his ass. Yes. Yes, he fucking did want to come, so badly.

God damn, the noises this boy made. Peter would be the death of him. It was official. Each squeeze from Peter's hole had him inching closer and closer to the finish line. As much as he wanted to get off, he was way more interested in getting Peter off though. God, he wanted to see his lover come undone so bad. "That's it. Let Daddy fuck you good. I'm gonna make you come for me, pet."

"Tell me, baby boy. Tell me and I'll make you come so fucking hard you won't be able to feel the lower half of your god damn body afterward," he growled, fucking him harder and faster now.

Peter moved his mouth, but nothing came out of it. He felt like his eyes were going to loll back in his head and stay there. He tried again, wetting his lips and looking up at Wade, eyes shining with tears of exhaustion. "P-please...please let me come..."

No, he really wouldn't. How many orgasms had he staved off? It had to be ridiculous, at this point. Double digits, maybe. How much back-up was in his balls right now? Waiting to be released, all over his stomach.

How could he say no to that? Of course he was going to give Peter what he needed. Wade was right on the fucking edge and he knew just the sight of Peter finishing was going to push him over too. He couldn't take it.

Wade pounded him harder, stroking Peter's sensitive dick a few more times and then gently pulling the cock ring right off. He angled his hips so he was slamming right into Peter's prostate as he did it. "Come for me, baby boy."

The second the ring released, tugging up, over his skin, Peter was gone. He couldn't physically stop himself from orgasming, and Wade, pounding right into his prostate? Peter screamed, howling out his pleasure. He...lost count of how many ropes of come shot out of his cock, spurting up over his abdomen, his thighs, and all over Wade. Seriously, it might actually be as many loads as he's held back, regenerated by his healing every time he'd edged away. It's definitely the longest, most intense orgasm he's ever had, and he squeezes like a fucking vice around Wade's dick.

Holy shit. That image was going to stick with him forever. He'd never seen Peter come that much the entire time they'd been together. So this was definitely something. It was the fucking squeezing that did him in though. Wade bit onto his lip, grunting as he came hard, spilling into Peter's sensitive hole. His hips stuttered, but he still continued to thrust until he knew that Peter was finished. It felt so god damn good.

Wade moaned, slowly pulling out and then collapsing next to Peter as he tried to catch his breath. Holy fucking shit. "Mm, fuck, baby boy." He leaned over to kiss Peter gently.

Peter whimpered, too fucked out to move, let alone speak. Wade left a load deep in his ass, and Peter closed his eyes, cock still spurting little aftershocks onto his stomach. He just...wow. He felt like he'd been wrung dry in every single way possible.

Peter hummed softly against Wade's lips, kissing him back with whatever energy he could muster. It wasn't quite complete physical exhaustion - that was for another time - but all of his emotions had left him feeling drained.

Wade pulled back so he could go get a wash cloth and clean Peter up. There was no way he was going to leave that much spunk on Peter. It was one of the extra soft wash cloths that he used, so it wouldn't irritate Peter's sensitive skin right then. He came back from the bathroom and cleaned his lover up, leaning forward to pepper kisses across his face as he did so. "I love you so much," he whispered against Peter's jaw as he finished up and then tossed the washcloth into the dirty laundry.

He curled close to Peter again, hand rubbing soothingly over his lover's chest. "I'm not going anywhere, baby boy."

Peter may or may not have zoned out there for a second when Wade cleaned him up. He was just...it was a lot. It would be good, in the morning, but he was still in that weird headspace, empty after letting out so much. He curled in close to Wade, smiling softly when his lips grazed Peter's jaw.

"I love you too." He whispered back, fingers brushing over Wade's arm. "...promise?"

It was completely understandable at how hard Wade had pushed him.

"I promise," he said softly, still gently rubbing Peter. He leaned forward to kiss Peter's temple and then laid his head next to Peter's on the pillow. "Now go sleep. I know you're exhausted. I'll be here the whole time." He wrapped his arm around Peter and pulled the smaller man against him, curling around his lover protectively.

"Thank you," Peter murmured, settling into Wade's side, practically melting into him. "Thank you. I - " He didn't even know how to finish that sentence. So many things. Just...so many things he wanted to say. Wade was his everything and Peter couldn't even describe his relief at knowing Wade would be there when he woke up. Would always be there.

"It's okay, Petey Pie. You don't have to say anything. I know," he said as he held his lover close. Wade understood what he was trying to say. The feel of Peter so relaxed and warm against Wade made him feel like everything was right in the world. As long as he had Peter by his side, everything would be okay. They would take care of each other.

When Peter woke up the next morning, he felt...different. He was 98% sure it was a good different; he felt lighter, less angry, less...scared, even. He laid there for a moment, eyes still closed, just soaking in the relieved feeling. Who knew if it would last but...he was happy.

And Wade was there. Pressed up against him, warm skin laid out for miles. Peter peeked one eye open, relaxing into the bed when he saw Wade's chest rising and falling. He was there, just like he'd promised.

Wade was usually a very light sleeper, even if he liked to pretend he wasn't. That morning was a little different though. He actually slept pretty hard, but he still woke up, when he felt the tiny shifts in the bed. His arms came up around Peter instantly, pulling his lover closer to him and pressing a kiss into his soft, fluffy hair.

Peter seemed... relaxed. That was a huge relief. Wade sighed. He nuzzled into Peter's hair and huffed out a breath playfully. "G'mornin', beautiful," he murmured, voice even deeper and more gravelly than usual. "How'd you sleep?"

His hair was so soft and fluffy, wasn't it? He was like a human chinchilla, honest to god. Peter smiled, cuddling into Wade's chest without complaint. He was so relieved Wade was really still there, solid and warm against him, around him, curling close. "...morning."

Peter shivered lightly at Wade's voice, because hell if that didn't go straight to his dick. Already? Jesus. "Like the dead. You really wore me out last night."

Seriously. He was. So soft. Wade kissed Peter's forehead, hand still carding through that ridiculously soft hair. Yes, he was petting his boyfriend. What? It was hard to resist him.

Wade chuckled at that, the sound rich and full of mirth. "Good. You needed it, baby boy. Hell, I needed it too. I didn't wake up in the middle of the night like usual. Slept all the way through," he said, clearing his throat a little so he didn't sound like he'd been screaming all night. That was Peter's job (insert wink face here). Wade squeezed him closer, making quiet noises of approval.

Oh, Peter didn't mind one bit. Wade gave THE best pets, and Peter wasn't about to move when he was this warm and comfortable.

"Good," Peter echoed, squeezing Wade a little tighter at the mention of the nightmares. They'd sent Peter to the ceiling quite a few times, just from how loud Wade could be. He didn't like seeing his boyfriend in so much pain. Wade deserved so much better. Peter sighed, settling down to doze against Wade's shoulder. "I feel well-rested."

Well, Wade's pets were all Peter's. He blamed his superior petting ability purely on the amazingness that was Peter mop of hair. You had to be good at pets if hair that soft and fluffy was involved.

Wade knew he didn't have to explicitly talk about the nightmares. He could be vague and Peter got it. Thankfully. Sometimes it was like they said way more in their silence than they ever did out loud. He loved that he could understand Peter like that and vice versa. "Oh? That's good. I'm glad," he said, tone gentle. Comforting. After everything that had happened with Wade dying in front of him, Peter didn't seem like he was getting enough sleep. So that admission meant the world to Wade. He pressed another kiss into Peter's hair.

It was true, his hair was quite exquisite. And god only knew why, he used off-brand shampoo and zero conditioner. Yet it maintained such volume.

Their bond ran pretty deep, and sometimes Peter could tell that a simple hand over Wade's was all he needed from Peter, that words just weren't going to cut it. He had a vague idea of what the nightmares were about - Weapon X - and maybe one day Wade would give him the details; but Peter didn't exactly go into detail about Gwen's neck snapping either, so. They were both just too raw, still.

"Me too," Peter mumbled, snuggling into the crook of Wade's neck. No, he really hadn't been. That night was...awful. Straight up awful. Peter had been spiraling and had Wade been out any longer...who knew what kind of a state Peter would have been in.

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