SpideyPool

Problems

Messed up, published before proofreading and adding a title, my bad haha. Here it is! Stop waving your pitchforks! And burn them before you read this, please! But guys....guys seriously...we hit 6100 reads yesterday. CEEEEEEEELEBRAAATIONNNN TIME, COME ON!!!!!!! (You totally know you sung that in your head) Don't stab me after reading this because as i said, the characters decide the story, i just write it, and Wade and Peter decided this, even though i so badly wanted to change it.

Enjoy!

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Wade held Peter's face, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Peter was a very good kisser. He pulled Peter  a little closer, swirling his tongue with Wade's. Wade bit his bottom lip, tugging. 

"How far do you want to take this?" He asked Peter, now panting. 

"Let's just see what happens." 

"Deal." Wade pulled Peter on top of him, gripping his hips. Peter straddled his waist, and Wade slid his hands down to grip Peter's ass. He'd been right, it was pure artwork, the thin fabric of his Spidey suit hugging in all the right places. 

Wade gave it a smack, and Peter groaned into his mouth, Wade answering in a lust-filled growl. Wade squeezed Peter's ass, making him arch back and forth, grinding. He could feel Peter's growing erection, and it made him rock-hard. 

Peter broke the kiss, gasping for breath, and Wade took the chance to run kisses and licks down his neck, nipping a cord-

Peter inhaled sharply, his hips surging forward. "Fuck!" He growled. 

Wade grinned. "Like that?"

"Hell, yes. Do it again."

Wade bit the same place, and Peter growled with pleasure. "Wade...more." He gasped.

Wade stood up, carrying Peter to the couch and throwing him down. He reached behind him and unsheathed his katanas, stabbing them into the floor, then taking off his belt with his guns and putting it on the nightstand. Then he climbed on top of Peter, settling between his legs and kissing him deeply. 

Peter moaned as Wade pulled his top up, running his hands over his lean abs. Wade leaned down and ran his tongue over Peter's torso. "Wade..." Peter moaned. His face was flushed in the cutest way possible, his hazel eyes darkening to a light brown with his desire. 

Wade pulled Peter's top over his head, tossing it to the side. Peter tugged at the bottom of Wades top-

Wade stiffened, freezing above Peter. 

"Wade..." Peter said softly.

Wade squnited his eyes shut. "I...I'm fine. Just...it's been a while."

Peter ran his hand over Wade's face. "Do you look like this everywhere?"

"Uh...yeah."

Peter slowly pulled Wade's shirt up, revealing more and more of his stomach, then his abdomen. Wade became more and more strained with every inch uncovered. He broke out in a sweat, his eyes clenched shut. When the material was pulled free of his head, Wade was a statue above Peter, his hands fisted on either side of his head, his back a slab of rock. 

Peter gently ran his hands over Wade's chest, his fingers roving over the hideously scarred flesh. Wade was so tense he began trembling, sweat dripping off his forehead. Peter must be revolted. Wade's trembling increased, and he started panting. His chest burned from the shame, until he choked on it.

He cleared his throat, his heart racing in his chest. He started hyperventilating, unable to catch his breath. He started panicking. He wasn't good enough for Peter, he was hideous, Peter shouldn't be touching the ugliness, he was too perfect-