I really need you with me, it's so lonely in this city

[spideyguy]

Peter hasn't been at this nursing gig terribly long, but he'd like to think he's getting better at it. He has a decent roster of patients, though none of them are terribly difficult, or have many complicated needs. When they do, they get transferred to somebody who's better equipped to handle them - Peter is just a student, after all, working his damnedest towards his residency. It's not the typical kind, since he's not going for a full practitioner license like his Aunt, but, he enjoys the work. Monday morning rolls around, and Peter has a new patient file waiting for him.

"Wade Winston Wilson." Peter can't help but smile - it's not like he has room to talk with a name like Peter Parker, but at least he has the Benjamin in the middle to break it up a little. He reads through the file over a mug of hot chocolate, flicks through the recommended exercises with a practiced thumb. The more in depth the file goes, though, the more fascinated Peter becomes. Helping people is absolutely what he's here to do...but biochemistry is kind of a passion, and the more he reads about the experimental treatment Wade has been through, the more in awe he becomes. It's exactly the kind of work his father did, and it's worked. Not without consequences - it seems Wade is in a lot of pain, but he was alive, and that was kind of the first step, wasn't it?

Needless to say, Peter is a little nervous when he knocks on Wade's apartment door that afternoon, duffle-bag of supplies strapped across his back. He adjusts his glasses and runs a hand through his hair, smile already curling up the edges of his mouth.

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[spideyguy]

"It doesn't bother me," Peter says easily, gently, meeting Wade's eyes when he glances back over his shoulder. "...if that's what you're worried about."

It's kind of a lie, except that it isn't. It's not Wade's scars that bother him, but the knowledge of how much pain he must have had to go through to get them. Pretty much why Peter got into this line of work in the first place. "I see. Depending on the burn pattern, it's not unusual that it was inconsistent...which hopefully makes your life easier and not harder?"

Peter starts working the lotion in broad circles, rubbing the heel of his palm into the scar tissue. Hopefully it would produce the good type of ache Peter was looking for. "I'll be careful down there, then."

The last comment got a laugh out of him, genuine and bright, and Peter nudged his glasses back up the bridge of his nose as he worked his way down Wade's spine. "As flattering as that is, I don't think that will be a problem."

[mouthymercwade]

He gave a slight nod before sucking in a breath as the man started working. Already it felt amazing and he breathed out then, groaning as he shifted and arched slightly into the touch.

Jesus. Then again, he'd absolutely be lying if he said he wasn't touch starved at that point. No one wanted a man who looked like him after all. He just turned his head and looked back at the other slightly.

"Can't blame me. Got a gorgeous guy giving me a massage? Heh." He shrugged a bit, sighing. "Not like anyone wants to do this normally. Sorry. Pain meds. I'm just..." He went a bit quiet for a moment before scrubbing a hand over his face. "I'm touch starved. Sorry. I'll shut up now."