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“Wadeeeee I’m home!” Peter yells across the apartment.
Well, he’s not really home, that would be ridiculous. He doesn’t live at Wade’s house, he just happens to have an extra guest room that Peter had filled and decorated with his own stuff. And he just so happens to prefer the comforting feeling of Wade being right across the hall from him to the loneliness of his own apartment. So yeah, maybe he spends at least 5 nights a week at Wade’s apartment, but who wouldn’t? Free food, quality time with his best friend, and a comfier bed? Sign him up. Well, he’s been signed up for a few months now.
Typically, he’d immediately hear a response from Wade echoed back to him, something like “Spidey, you’re home!” or “PETEY I MISSED YOU SO MUCH LETS PLAY MARIO KART.” But today, he is met with silence.
He’s learned to be able to tune out a lot of the extra noises that come with his enhanced senses, but the lack of response scares him so he listens for Wades breathing, just to make sure it’s there.
And it is. It’s definitely not slowed down. Peter can hear the rapid inhales and exhales coming from him, the small sounds that just barely escape his mouth.
Oh shit, Peter realizes.
Through the panic in his head over what the fuck he should do, he has one clear thought.
“I’m surprised it took this long for this to happen.”
Which, yeah. Wade makes it very clear he’s a horny bastard.
Peter doesn’t think, can’t think, over the sound of Wades shallow breaths, the sound of skin gliding against skin, and the little whisper of a name that comes from his lips.
“Peter…”
Oh fuck. Fucking fuckity fuck. He’s thinking about Peter. He’s jerking off in his room, imagining Peter. And fuck, if that doesn’t make Peter’s dick spark interest, there’d be something wrong with him.
He’s still not thinking as he makes his way to Wade’s door and listens. He’s not thinking as he starts palming himself through his sweatpants. And he’s definitely, one hundred percent not thinking when he knocks gently on the door.
He hears a gasp, followed by blankets shifting. The skin sounds stop, but his breath is still just as ragged.
“Come in,” Wade calls, his voice cracking and thin.
Peter turns the handle, a little surprised that Wade left it unlocked. He pushes the door open with a creak. He sees Wade lying in bed, under a comforter that was hastily strewn across his lower half.
Peter looks down at himself in a brief moment of clarity, to see if his erection is visible through the black fabric. It is, but just barely. He looks back up at Wade.
“Heyyy petey, how was your day?” Wade asks, face red but still trying to hide what he was doing from Peter.
“I- um. It was good. How about you?”
“Boring, I took today off cause I was feeling lazy and wanted to watch movies all day,” Wade says.
Peter wonders if he really means movies or if he meant another type of video, and has been doing this all day. He feels his dick harden more at the thought, starting to strain harder against the fabric of his pants. He looks at Wade, closer this time. His face is covered in sweat, he’s radiating heat even more than usual, and of course, he reeks of sex. The smell of sexual tension, cum, and desperation fill the room and Peter can’t help it if he takes a deep inhale through his nose. Even a normal person would be able to smell it a bit, but to Peter the smell is overwhelming and intoxicating.
“Peter… are you ok?” Wade asks, looking at the younger man who now has glossy eyes and can’t seem to take a deep breath.
“I heard you.”
“What are you talking about?” Wade asks, eyes widening in shame.
“You were touching yourself before I came in here. You do know I have super hearing, right?” Peter asks, awkwardly standing above the bed and trying to ignore his erection so Wade doesn’t look at it either.
“I- what… no I was just-“ Wade starts.
Peter cuts him off, “You said my name. I heard you.”
Wade doesn’t try to respond, embarrassment coating his face.
“I could um, I could help… if, if you want.” Peter offers shyly. It’s not like he doesn’t want to, he does. He would jump Wade and start fucki- That’s for another time, Peter thinks as he shuts off that train of thought. He’s scared of scaring Wade off though. He’s already so insecure about his body it’s a miracle he even lets Peter see him without his mask or suit these days.
Wades eyes widen.
“Spidey, petey-pie, is this for real? You’re not messing with me? Are you a hallucination?” Wade asks, squinting at Peter and blinking a few times.
“Definitely real. And uh, yeah. Real offer.”
“Oh fuck yes then, baby boy. God you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” Wade says.
“I think I do. One of the first things you said when we met was that I had a nice ass you’d, and I quote, love to fuck.”
“True. But still, god Peter, you don’t know how hard these lasts few months have been. You sauntering around the apartment in those little shorts. God, I’ve had to take so many emergency bathroom trips when you’re around,” Wade responds.
Wade looks at Peter now, really looks. He sees the blush that spreads down his neck, and probably across his chest. He sees the sweatpants that hang low off of his hips, exposing a sliver of skin between his shirt and waistband. He also sees the very clear and very big outline of Peter’s dick through his sweats.
“Come here,” Wade commands, getting the vibe that Peter is very new to this and needs him to lead.
Peter listens, climbing onto the bed and seating himself on Wades thighs. Wade immediately starts feeling him, touching him everywhere to make a mental map. He starts by grabbing his thighs, then his ass, pulling Peter forward and down just enough so their dicks are just barely touching through the comforter and Peter’s sweatpants. He moves his hands up Peter’s back and to his shoulders, where they then trace down his arms.
Peter is caught off guard and lets out a surprised whimper when Wade leans forward and pulls Peter towards him so he can start leaving gentle kisses on his chest. Well, they start gentle. Soon enough, he’s biting and sucking and licking Peter everywhere he can. He teases Peter, repeating the moves that get the loudest noises ripped from Peter’s throat.
“Please Wade, let me help you,” Peter whispers in his ear and he grabs Wades dick through the blanket. He starts palming him gently, but soon gets fed up with the silence from Wade.
He gets off of Wades lap and grabs the corner of the comforter, silently asking for Wades permission to take it off. Wade nods eagerly. Peter throws it aside and pulls down his own pants, leaving himself in just a T-shirt, before climbing back into Wades lap.
“Peter, please I need you so bad. I’ve been touching myself all day thinking about you,” Wade moans as Peter teasingly traces his finger up and down the side of Wades dick.
“Hm, is that so? How many times have you cum thinking about me today?” Peter asks as he wraps his hand around Wade. He starts moving it up and down, ever so slowly.
“Fuuuck. So many times Peter. God, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“I want a number, Wade,” Peter says, his hand stilling.
Wade desperately bucks his hips up, chasing the feeling that was ripped away from him.
“Nine, nine times today,” Wade moans out.
Peter hums in response. He continues his previous movements, faster this time. He jerks him off to the same rhythm as the skin against skin sounds he heard earlier. On each upstroke, he smears Wades precum around the head with his thumb.
“How about I help you make it 10 times?” Peter whispers before kissing Wade, taking away his ability to respond. He kisses gently, unsure of himself.
Wade kisses him back with passion. He bites Peter’s lips, forcing them to part as he gasps into Wades mouth. Wade starts exploring Peter’s mouth with his tongue, licking his lips with a fierceness that makes Peter’s hand falter for a moment.
“Petey, I’m not gonna last much longer if you keep humping me like that. God, you are so fucking beautiful baby boy.”
Peter hadn’t even realized it, but he was chasing his own pleasure by humping Wades thigh. There are smears of his precum across Wades skin, resting in the dips of his scarred skin.
“I want you to cum Wade, I want to make you cum,” Peter moans, not slowing his movements. If anything, he starts humping Wade harder and faster now that he’s conscious of it.
“Fuck, I’m so close Peter. God, you feel so fucking good. Hump my leg until you cum, baby,” Wade says through his moans, gripping Peter’s hips and guiding him, letting Peter know he’s not made of glass.
Peter takes the hint and starts going faster. He strokes Wade faster, twisting his hand that is absolutely drenched in precum now. He grinds onto Wades leg harder and faster, in total ecstasy from the feeling of Wades textured skin along his dick.
“Fuck Wade, I wish you would’ve told me how bad you really wanted me sooner. I would’ve let you bend me over and fuck me hard against any surface in the house.”
With that, Wade arches his back and screams. He moans so loud that Peter is certain the neighbors heard.
“Yes Peter, holy fuck yes,” Wade moans as he cums all over Peter’s hand and his stomach.
Peter isnt far behind, the feeling of Wades cum coating his hand pushing him over the edge.
“Fuck Wade! I’m gonna- fuck I’m gonna cum!” Peter moans as he keeps humping Wades thigh.
“Yes baby, cum for me. You made me feel so good, now it’s your turn. Just like that, get yourself off on my thigh.”
Peter’s face twists and he opens his mouth in a silent scream as he cums.
“Wade!” He moans as his orgasm rips through him, shaking his entire body. His cum covers Wades thigh and starts dripping onto the sheets, but neither of them care.
After a few moments, Peter collapses onto Wade and tucks his face into his neck.
“God, that was amazing,” Peter says.
“That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Let’s do it again sometime,” Wade answers.