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Wade Wilson had fallen hopelessly in love with Peter Parker, but he didn't want him to see his skin.
He constantly hid himself, staying covered up under his Deadpool suit, too afraid the sight of his scars would make Peter run a mile.
He’d seen Peter without his mask and being confronted with someone so breathtaking only served to make Wade want to crawl even further away.
Peter had no idea what Wade really looked like. He only knew the sound of his voice and the shape of his body. He loved his deep gravelly voice, dreaming about it when they were apart. He also loved Wade’s body, grabbing him that little bit tighter and closer whenever he webbed them through the tall buildings in the city. He loved the feeling of Deadpool’s limbs wrapped around him, his excited gasps as they flew through the air. Peter had also felt Wade’s arousal against his lower back, an unspoken attraction brewing between them. He knew The Merc wanted him, but whenever it seemed like they made some headway, Deadpool always pulled back.
Peter longed to kiss him, but he suspected it would never happen, that Wade was probably just stringing him along. This made the young web shooter grow impatient, making him more aggressive in his affections towards the anti-hero.
Wade picked up on this change of tactic and panicked. He wanted nothing more than to kiss Peter and hold him close, explore his body, taste him, love him, make him scream his name over and over while he fucked him long and deep. Wade felt completely addicted to Peter. He had no idea how he would survive without him, but the idea of him seeing the wasteland of scars that covered his body, filled Wade with crippling fear. If Peter rejected him it would break his heart. He couldn't even seek solace in death, because he'd be forced to relive his shame over and over every time his healing factor dragged him back to the land of the living.
So he kept him at a distance and eventually Peter got the message, thinking Wade really just didn't want him in that way.
Peter started dating other people, but nothing ever happened. They all let him down after their first date with a lame excuse. The young hero began to think he was just unlovable, but little did he know that Wade was the reason they all rejected him.
Every one of Peter's dates ended up on the receiving end of a little visit from Deadpool, convincing them to stay away. Wade knew it was selfish and morally wrong, but he couldn't help it. The idea of his Baby Boy in the arms of another drove him insane and for Deadpool that was a very big stretch. His mind was fucked up enough already without the added anxiety of losing the only person he truly loved. He realized he needed to make a move, tell Peter how he felt, but that meant exposing his appearance and he had no idea if Peter would accept him.
Could he take such a risk?
When he finally confessed to Peter how much he liked him, the younger man felt elated and relieved, because truthfully he didn’t want to meet anybody else. He only wanted Deadpool, even though he'd never seen him without his suit and mask.
It took a while until the day finally arrived that Wade decided to reveal himself. He tried explaining to Peter that he didn't look like most people and how his entire body was covered in scars, meaning his appearance might turn him off. He described himself as an unsightly mess and he couldn’t even stand to look at his own reflection.
Instead of feeling worried, Peter felt even more curious.
When the time came, they stood in Peter's apartment where Wade tried so hard to uncover himself. He managed to take off his gloves, but as he heard Peter's sharp intake of breath he froze. Too insecure to remove any more of his suit he told him it was too soon and fled. Peter sighed, feeling frustrated. He just wanted Wade to trust him and understand that he would love him no matter what.
I just want to show him how special he is.
Gradually Wade relaxed more and a few days later Peter convinced him to remove his gloves and nothing more. Peter wanted to help Wade build his confidence, so he stripped to his underwear and told Wade he should touch his body with his bare hands.
Wade cried beneath his mask at Peter's selfless reaction, his generous heart. The feeling of his soft skin seemed like a dream come true, but Wade couldn't stop the sadness in his heart because the scars on his hands weren't anywhere near as bad as the rest.
Please understand, Baby Boy, this might be as far as I can go.
The feeling of Wade’s scarred hands caressing his bare skin gave Peter goosebumps. Every imperfection and callus made him shiver, heightening his sensitivity. He couldn’t see Wade’s eyes through his mask, but he felt the Merc’s intensity, knowing he was watching every inch of his body.
For a few weeks, things stayed at this level, never going any further despite Peter’s clear arousal beneath his boxers. Wade only touched his limbs and torso and tentatively stroked Peter’s face. For all his extrovert behavior as Deadpool, internally Wade didn’t possess the confidence to initiate anything more. He no longer felt self-conscious about his hands, having gotten used to seeing the contrast of his own ravaged exterior against Peter’s flawless skin, but the fear of taking the next step remained.
Wade dreaded that next step. He sensed Peter’s energy every time he touched him and saw his body reacting. The Merc felt guilty for holding back, for not trusting Peter enough. He wanted to take things all the way, desperately craving Peter with every fibre of his being, but he knew the inevitable outcome.
How can I show you my true self?
How could I bear to see disgust and rejection in your beautiful eyes?
You don’t need a freak like me, you could have anybody.
In a world filled with attractive smooth-skinned people, Wade was only too aware of the horror his appearance evoked. He tried not to expose his face, but sometimes it was just unavoidable. He needed to buy groceries and do his laundry and even at the all-night convenience store he would encounter other people in the early hours of the morning. Their stares and grimaces cut deep into his soul, but he could forget them, they were pointless strangers in his life.
Not like Peter.
He could never forget Peter.
“Ah, Wade, please …kiss me.” Peter’s breathy voice drifted up from where he lay splayed out on his bed. Wade swallowed away the lump in his throat, trying to find the courage to lift his mask and taste those rosy lips. They looked so inviting, plump and stained pink where Peter bit them every time Wade ran his fingers along his inner thighs.
Oh shit, how can I kiss him?
Don’t make me take off my mask.
Please let me hide a little longer.
Peter felt Wade tense up, his body stiffening.
“Wade, how are we meant to be together if you won’t show me who you are? I know your skin is damaged. I also know why, but just once I would like to look into your eyes, see the real you.” Peter cautiously lifted his hand up towards Deadpool’s mask, seeking the seam at the base of his neck. He heard Wade’s breath hitch as he slid the tips of his fingers inside the mask.
“No!” Wade grabbed Peter’s hand. “Please, Peter. If you do this it will change everything. You will hate me.” The Merc turned away, clambering to the other side of the bed. He couldn’t face Peter, not after denying him the one thing he longed for.
Wade knew there was nothing shallow about Peter, that he wore his heart on his sleeve and his soul embraced people from all walks of life, especially those on the fringes of society. He prided himself on seeking justice for the vulnerable and the overlooked, offering support and reassurance to the people who needed it most. Spider-Man represented the underdog, the everyday public, often too overworked and disillusioned to overcome any hurdles that came their way. Spidey valiantly fought their battles, keeping the neighborhood safe, keeping the city safe. Nobody ever needed to feel unworthy in his presence.
Except you, Wade.
You feel like a monster compared to him.
Peter loves you.
Trust him, he’s your Spider.
The voices in Wade’s mind fought against his misguided instincts. They were right, Peter had made it blatantly obvious he loved Wade. Short of saying the words, the web shooter had laid himself bare, showing Wade he trusted him and wanted to be with him. He didn’t hesitate to reveal his identity, allowing the Merc full access to his life. Wade felt beyond privileged and flattered by Peter’s open-hearted gestures. There were less than a handful of people who knew Spidey’s real name, let alone his face. Wasn’t that proof enough of how serious Peter felt about him?
“I’m sorry, Wade. I just thought after-”
“No, please, Peter. I should be the one apologizing.” Wade took a deep breath, “I’m scared, okay. I don’t want to lose you. I’ve never felt this way about anybody in my whole life. I mean, at this point, you are my life.”
“Oh, Wade.” Unable to hide his emotion, Peter’s bottom lip trembled as he listened to Wade pour his heart out.
“I’m going to show you my face, but please don’t feel bad if it’s just too much. I need you to be honest. I’d rather you let me down here and now, than act like nothing is wrong and dump me weeks later. Please, just don’t get my hopes up. That’s all I ask.” Wade slowly peeled the mask away and immediately sought eye contact with Peter.
Better to face his first reaction.
I’m so sorry you have to see me like this.
Please don’t reject me.
The look of horror Wade expected to see in Peter’s eyes didn’t materialize, instead he saw something else, something kind and tender.
Without saying a word, Peter held Wade’s gaze as he leaned forward and kissed him. A light brush of his lips, a mere peck, but to Wade it felt like pure heaven.
“Hi handsome, nice to finally see you,” Peter said with a tiny smile.
“Hi,” Wade replied sheepishly.
“Wow, so this is what it took to make Deadpool speechless?” Peter grinned broadly, flinging his arms around Wade, holding back his tears as he squeezed him tightly.
I love you, I love you, I love you, Wade Wilson.
There was no such restraint from Wade as he burst into tears in Peter’s arms, stammering his gratitude through snot-filled sobs.
“Thank you, thank you s-so m-much, Baby Boy. I c-can’t even…I d-don’t know h-how-” Wade couldn’t find the words, he felt so overwhelmed by Peter’s acceptance. He just wanted to hold him forever.
He’s an angel, a real-life, wholesome, golden-winged angel.
…and he’s mine.
“Hey, it’s okay. Look at me, let me see those gorgeous hazel eyes.” Peter held Wade’s face in his hands, fixing him with an intense stare, diving deep inside his soul. “Damn, Mr. Wilson, you are seriously hot. How am I meant to resist you?”
I want him.
If Wade could blush he would’ve turned ten shades of crimson in that one moment. It had been a very long time since somebody described him as ‘hot’. The look Peter gave him spoke volumes, very long and very horny volumes.
He looks like he wants to eat me.
“Wade?”
“Yes, Baby Boy?”
“I think you need to take the rest of your suit off.”
“You mean, get naked?”
“Yes, very naked.”
“Okay, if you’re sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure about anything.”
With his heart pounding in his chest, Wade tore off his red and black suit, not wanting to waste another minute. He flung the suit behind him and stood fully naked beside the bed, his burgeoning erection swaying heavily against firm muscular thighs.
Peter couldn’t tear his eyes away from Wade’s naked form, especially his very large, very textured cock.
Fuck.
“Oh shit, too much?” Wade spied Peter’s open-mouthed dismay. “Talk to me, Baby Boy, if you need me to cover up, just say the word.”
“No, never ever cover up again. I want to look at you naked every single day for the rest of our lives. I’m going to burn all your clothes.” Peter almost fell over himself jumping across the bed to get his hands on Wade’s big frame. “You are so fucking beautiful. I can’t believe how lucky I am right now.”
Wade had no idea how to respond. This level of affection was completely beyond anything he’d experienced before in his life. To hear Peter describe him as ‘beautiful’ felt totally surreal. Even before his mutation, he’d never heard anything so complimentary.
I think my Peter might need to get some new glasses.
Oh god, what if he’s got like a brain tumor or something?
That’s it! He's not well. My sweet special boy…oh nooo.
Consumed by his fragile mind playing tricks on him, Wade didn’t notice Peter’s eager hands trying to feel every inch of the intricate uneven scars covering Wade’s impressive body. He’d ditched his boxer shorts, needing to get as close to Wade as possible.
Wade gasped as he looked down at Peter curling around him. Up until that moment he’d only seen him in his underwear. Seeing and feeling Peter’s arousal grinding against him hit Wade right in his core.
Hey Bologna-face, look at him!
Don’t just stand there, give him what he needs.
The voices kicked Wade into touch as he placed his hands on Peter’s lithe hips, reaching down to nuzzle his neck. He inhaled deeply, relishing the web shooter’s spicy sweet scent.
I want him.
A barely audible moan escaped Peter’s lips as he gazed up at Wade with half-lidded eyes. He looked drained already and they’d not even done anything yet. His smooth cock looked painfully hard, the skin pulled tight, pre-cum drooling from the blushed tip.
“Ah, Wade, please…” he groaned.
Wade lifted Peter into his strong arms and cradled him gently onto the bed, caging him with his hefty body. Slowly he kissed Peter along his slender neck, inching his way down his chest towards his nipples. He playfully teased the puckered nubs with the tip of his tongue, swapping each side with every few licks. Peter writhed beneath him, breathing hard with every flick of Wade’s tongue.
The Merc loved how prominent Peter’s nipples were, how rigid they felt in his mouth. He began to suck, carefully at first, making Peter roll his hips up towards him. Wade liked seeing Peter so needy. He rubbed over his sensitive pink nips with his thumb and dove back in for more. This time he went for it, increasing the intensity of his sucking, matching the grind of Peter’s hips with his own. He wondered if he could make the younger man come just by sucking his nipples. Glancing down at Peter’s weeping erection, he felt sure he could push him right to the edge just by latching on to his chest.
Show me what you can do, Baby Boy.
Come for me.
Peter didn’t need much to make him fall apart. The force of Wade’s mouth guzzling at his pecs and the chafe of his heavy scarred cock rubbing along the length of Peter’s shaft was enough to make him see stars. He held on to Wade’s shoulders, panting and moaning for the Merc to keep going, to suck harder.
If this is how good it feels on my chest, imagine his lips round my cock.
That thought was all he needed as he hit a wall of pleasure, calling out Wade’s name as his cock erupted between their grinding bodies.
“Oh fuck , Wade, oh please, oh god …” he cried, his whole body surging with electricity.
Wade released Peter’s nipple, giving the swollen nub one last lick before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked down at Peter, a vision of ruined beauty, all messed-up hair and flushed cheeks, his lips chapped and his body shiny with sweat. Wade ran his finger through the mess of cum laced across Peter’s abdomen and licked it clean. The salty musky taste made his own cock twitch with delight and he let out a deep growl before flipping Peter over on all fours.
“Wade…wait, what are you… ohhh my god , that’s good.” Peter didn’t get time to protest before Wade shoved his tongue deep inside him. The sight of such a pretty puckered hole proved too much to resist. Wade gripped Peter’s ass cheeks and devoured him, burying his face between his pert mounds, delving in as far as his tongue would reach. He cupped Peter’s balls in the palm of his big warm hand, massaging them as he fucked him with his meaty tongue. Within minutes Peter grew hard again, his cock swelling to the saturated sounds of Wade lapping at his hole.
“Feel good, Baby Boy? Damn, you taste like sweet peach cobbler still warm from the oven on a cold winter’s day. How did I find such a perfect slice of pie, Spidey?” Wade sat upright, slapping Peter’s ass with the flat of his hand, loving the way his plump round cheeks gave a slight wobble on impact.
So cute.
He spied a bottle of lube on the cabinet next to the bed and grabbed it, dripping the slippery substance directly onto Peter’s crack, watching as it slid down, making him shiver at the sudden cold. Using his thumb he made a circular motion over Peter’s puffy entrance, testing the stretch of his rim. He’d softened him up good with his tongue. Now, as Wade watched his fingers slide inside him, a lazy smile spread across his face.
Oh Petey, you’re going to feel so amazing on my cock.
Peter could no longer string a sentence together, his body keening for more. All he could manage was a croaky whisper, but it sounded like music to Wade’s ears.
“Fuck me… please .”
All those long doubt-filled lonely months faded from Wade’s memory as he took in the sight before him. His beautiful Peter on all fours, back arched with his immaculate ass at the most inviting angle Wade could ever wish for. He stared down at his cock, firm and thick, veins still visible through the mosaic of scar tissue that adorned his solid length.
Damn! Is this real?
He shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut for a few seconds.
“Wade… please …ah.” Peter’s impatient little moan snapped him out of it and the voices flooded his mind.
You bet this is real!
Look at that juicy ass, all shiny and wet.
He’s ready for you, Wade.
Fuck him hard.
Obeying the voices, Wade lined his cock up with Peter’s ass. He wanted to relish the lubed-up glide when he pushed himself inside, feeling the snug welcome of Peter’s tensile walls around him.
“I love you, Peter. This is the happiest day of my life,” he whispered as he watched the web shooter’s glistening hole swallow his purple scarred tip with ease.
Holy tostadas, his ass is like butter.
“Ahhh, yes , Wade… oh fuck …yes, fill me,” Peter cried, rolling his hips back to meet Wade’s slow rhythm. The Merc didn’t want to rush things, longing to watch himself sliding in and out of Peter’s needy body.
I’m gonna replay this movie at least three times a day.
What?
Don’t judge me, I have a very reliable relationship with my right hand.
“Ah Wade, mmm…yeah, faster, deeper, more …please,” Peter begged, slamming his ass back in frustration.
“Oh so demanding. Okay, sweet cheeks, your wish is my command.”
Hold on my little spider.
Gripping Peter’s haunches, Wade shoved himself inside, bottoming out in three knee-buckling thrusts. Peter’s moans echoed round the room, tears streaming down his face as Wade continued to hold him in place and jam himself inside with short deep jolts of his strong hips.
“You wanted me deep, Baby Boy,” He grunted, slamming himself into Peter’s slick hole, bruising his balls with each lunge of his burly frame. He couldn't stop even if he wanted to, caught up in the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. Wade dug his fingers into Peter’s flesh, hanging on for dear life as he fucked him faster and harder.
“Ohhh Petey, I’m so close, I’m gonna come, I can feel it,” he yelled out loud, the pressure in his core rising like a tidal wave.
“Ahhh yes, please come inside me, fill me up, make me yours,” Peter cried, “I love you, Wade. I love you so much!”
With words of devotion ringing in his ears, Wade surrendered to the surge of his orgasm, his whole body crashing into a mind-numbing release. He felt his balls shrivel up in shock as his cock quite literally exploded in the heated confines of Peter’s tight walls. Still anchoring himself on Peter’s hips, Wade rolled his eyes back and exhaled a long satisfied sigh.
Oh man, I’m so high right now.
Who needs drugs when you have Spidey’s ass.
A tiny whimper brought Wade back down to earth as he felt Peter’s thighs tremble.
“Oh, Petey, you look wrecked. I’m so sorry.” Wade reluctantly slipped himself out of Peter’s comforting warmth, smiling at his lover’s protests. It made him feel happy to know he felt the same way, that neither of them wanted to be parted.
“Ugh, it feels all wet,” Peter complained, his voice hoarse from shouting out Wade’s name.
“Don’t worry, my little spider, I’ll clean things up and then we can snuggle. Sound good?” Wade kissed Peter’s forehead before quickly running to the bathroom for a washcloth and a towel.
When he walked back into the bedroom, he felt his heart swell at the sight of Peter lying so peacefully on the bed. His dark hair and long lashes striking against his peachy complexion, the curves of his body so alluring and his skin, his beautiful smooth skin that Wade had coveted for so long. The Merc felt truly blessed.
After gently cleaning Peter’s body, Wade dried him with the towel and gave him tiny kisses on his shoulders and neck, cooing with adoration for his beloved Baby Boy.
“Mmm, thank you, Wade. That feels so nice.” Peter turned on his side, his face cute with sleep. He gazed lovingly into Wade’s hazel eyes, stroking his cheek. “You know, I meant what I said earlier. It wasn’t just my dick talking.”
“What?” Wade stifled a laugh.
“When I told you how beautiful I think you are. I meant it, every word. Finally being able to see your face means everything to me. It’s so amazing to look in your eyes and really see you .” Peter pulled the covers over them both and snuggled in close to Wade’s chest. “Thank you for trusting me. You’ve made me so happy.”
Wade held Peter in his arms, his eyes brimming with tears, his heart full of love and contentment.
No, Baby Boy, I’m the one who should be thanking you.
I no longer have to hide my true self.
I love you, Peter Parker.
Peter opened one eye and caught Wade staring at him like a loved-up puppy.
“I love you too, Wade. Now, go to sleep.”
“Goodnight, Peter.”
“Goodnight, Beautiful.”