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Wade sat alone on his couch in his favorite boxers. They were blue but had a unicorn face on the front, and the forehead was where the fly was, so whenever he pulled out his dick, the unicorn had a horn. He thought they were hilarious and would be the best kind of surprise for whoever he brought home, even if they were a thing of the past after the accident.
Ever since then, he had become reclusive in every sense of the word, even if it sucked. Wade loved people, and he loved being around people, but after getting burned from head to toe, he just didn't want to be seen. He went from a sexy piece of ass to an ugly, wrinkled-looking ass. Seriously, everything on him was fucked to hell, shit, even his scalp got so burnt he would never grow hair again. He was so ugly that he broke all the mirrors in his apartment and covered any reflective surface so he would never have to see himself again. He even kept his eyes closed until his laptop booted up so he wouldn't see the monster he had become.
Luckily, the settlement he got was hefty, so, ordered everything to his door and just left the money so no one would have to see him, always with a hefty tip to hopefully make up for his rudeness of not facing them. Wade slammed his laptop shut and grabbed his phone. He was hungry and in the mood for pizza. Pineapple and olive, to be exact.
Wade keyed in the order and waited until it said it was on its way. As soon as he got the notification, he loaded up the money in an envelope and taped it to his door before he quickly headed back in. When he heard the knock, he waited a few minutes before he quickly retrieved his pizza and went back to his couch. Just as he opened the box, he heard a knock followed by a soft, ‘excuse me’, but he chose to ignore it. He was just about to shove a piece in his mouth when he heard the door creak open with another, ‘excuse me’.
“What are you doing?!” Wade hissed, grabbed a nearby hoodie, and quickly covered his head with it.
“I'm sorry, I know this is rude to just come in, but you uh…I think you made a mistake with the tip,” The delivery boy stuttered. “You uh but in…”
“50 bucks,” Wade shrugged.
“That's more than the pizza, though,” The delivery boy said weakly.
“And?” Wade groaned.
“It's a lot of money,” he replied.
“And? I have plenty, so take it,” Wade sighed. This damn kid was getting on his nerves. Why did he care so much? No one else ever had before.
“Sorry to bother…just…thanks, you don't know how much this helps.” The boy sounded like he was about to cry.
“Whatever, kid, you should just accept it and head out,” Wade groaned and finally took a big bite of the pizza. “So fucking good. Compliments to the chief.”
“Everybody was talking about how weird your order always is, but I said it didn't sound too bad. Salty and sweet.” The boy said.
“Exactly!” Wade laughed. “People always give me shit over it, but it is so good.”
“Yeah, I want to order one on the way home,” He said.
“Come try a slice,” Wade offered.
“You sure?” He asked.
“Yeah,” Wade nodded. As long as it kept the hoodie on, everything would be okay.
Wade heard the door shut, then feet shuffle up to his couch before he saw the boy out of the corner of his eyes sit down. He reached for a slice and took a big bite, and moaned. He fucking moaned, and it was music to Wade’s ears.
“This is so good,” He smiled.
“I know my shit,” Wade chuckled.
“Peter, by the way,” Peter offered his hand.
“Wade,” Wade raised his hand but quickly put it down. He saw the boy, Peter, pull his hand back awkwardly before he went back to eating. “Don't you have to get back to work?”
“You were my last delivery. I grabbed it on my way home, actually.” Peter slowly stood up. “But yeah, I should probably head home. My Aunt May is probably worried.”
“How old are you?” Wade asked.
“23,” Peter chuckled.
“And you're worried about your aunt?” Wade laughed.
“We all we have,” Peter shrugged. “My parents died when I was a kid, so I moved in with my aunt and uncle, then Uncle Ben died not too long ago, so yeah.”
“I'm sorry. My mom died of cancer when I was a kid, and my dad beat the dog shit out of me any chance he got, so when I turned 16, I ran. Haven't seen him in 14 years,” Wade shrugged. “I'm 30 if you can't do math.”
“Yeah, I got that. I'm pretty good in math and science and physics, chemistry, English, not so much in P.E, though. Not that I have P.E. in college, but in high school I wasn't so great.” Peter sounded adorable.
“Not great socially either, are you?” Wade laughed.
“Oh…yeah, sorry,” Peter groaned.
“Nah, don't be. It was kinda nice finally talking to a person,” Wade shrugged.
“Why don't you normally talk to people?” Peter asked.
“I was in an accident, and I'm hard to look at,” Wade shrugged.
“It can't be that bad,” Peter shrugged.
“Buddy, I'm burnt all over.” Wade pulled down the hoodie to reveal his face.
That was the first time he actually looked at the guy. He was cute. Brown hair, soft brown eyes, a pretty smile, perfect skin, and a thin build.
“Oh,” Peter smiled and sat back down. “I, uh, noticed your legs when I sat down.”
“Oh shit, I'm in boxers,” Wade laughed.
“Yeah. Horse boxers,” Peter chuckled.
“Unicorn,” Wade corrected.
“But it doesn't have a hor…oh,” Peter laughed. “Clever.”
“I thought so,” Wade shrugged.
“I need to get home, but I think I would like to see you again sometime,” Peter said. “You seem really cool.”
“You want to see this face all the time?” Wade rolled his eyes.
“You aren't your face,” Peter smiled.
“I just…” Wade, for once, was wordless.
For the next two weeks, Wade ordered Pizza from the same place, and every night Peter was his delivery boy. Every night, the boy came in and tried to get Wade to take back some of the tip and stole a slice of his pizza as he sat around and talked for a few minutes to an hour. Wade wasn’t going to complain though. It was healing to have the company in a way, even if the voices in Wade’s head battled with him on Peter’s sincerity. Still, every night Peter came by and made Wade feel somewhat normal again. Peter didn’t look at him like the melted freak he was. He looked at him like a person.
Peter stood up from Wade’s couch and stretched.
“I need to get home. I have a big exam tomorrow morning,” Peter smiled.
“What are you in school for?” Wade asked.
“Biochem and Biophysics,” Peter smiled.
“Oh, so you are smart, smart,” Wade laughed.
“I just like science,” Petter shrugged.
“Yeah, okay,” Wade laughed.
“I get off tomorrow at 10. I'll bring over a pineapple olive pizza. My treat,” Peter grinned. “I think I owe you one by now.”
“You’re on,” Wade smiled.
“See you tomorrow,” Peter hurried out the door.
“It’s a date,” Wade called out, then immediately wanted to end it all on the spot.
“It’s a date,” Peter winked, and like that, he was gone.
That fucking kid. Wade chuckled and shook his head. It was nice to be around another person after so long of locking himself away. Even if he knew the kid was full of shit, he was looking forward to Peter coming over the next day. He looked around at his dilapidated apartment and quickly stood up to clean up the messes all around the place. The more he cleaned, the more he was grossed out by himself. He couldn’t believe he had let his place get this gross. He was never a neat freak, but this was beyond horrible.
The next night, 10:20 rolled around, and Wade’s hopes that Peter wouldn’t leave him hanging started to waver. Of course, no one actually wanted to see him; the kid was just saying something before he left to be nice. Hell, he probably quit his job just to make sure he didn’t have to see him again. Around 10:40, when all hope had been crushed, there was a knock at his door. Wade hesitantly walked over before it opened, and Peter waved happily, pizza in hand.
“Hey, sorry it took so long. We were busy today, and I had to wait and make our pizza until the end of the night. I didn’t have your number, so I couldn’t call you and tell you, but I’m here just as promised. What do you want to do?” Peter shut the door and walked over to the couch. “Oh, wow, you cleaned up! I need to do that. Aunt May is about to kill me because my room is horrible.”
“You talk a lot,” Wade laughed.
“Yes, sorry. I do that when I get nervous,” Pete sighed and opened the pizza box.
“Nah, it is fine. I just don’t know how we are going to do anything. I don’t shut the fuck up either,” Wade laughed and reached for a piece, only to realize it was absolutely loaded down with toppings. “You are so fucking sexy,” Wade said it without much thought, until he looked to see a very blushy Peter.
“Thanks,” Peter bit his lip.
“Sorry, I saw the pizza, and sometimes I say really stupid sexual shit, and it fucks with people, especially now,” Wade groaned.
“So you don’t think I’m sexy?” Peter smiled.
“No, you are. Like, you are really hot. I would have happily been all up your ass before I turned into a melted braille erotica novel that got some dog shit on it,” Wade shrugged.
“You’re not ugly,” Peter shook his head. “Your eyes are really kind.”
“Uh huh,” Wade rolled his eyes. “You just going to ignore my fucked up face?”
“No, it would be lying to say I didn’t see the burns, but it isn’t who you are unless you let it be.” Peter shrugged.
“Says the person that doesn’t have to deal with eyes on him whenever he walks out,” Wade spat.
“That’s true, but that does make everyone an asshole.” Peter sat back with his slice of pizza.
“Kid,” Wade raised his eyebrow. “You can’t expect people not to look when someone is far from the norm, as I am.”
“I mean, I get it, if I walked around New York in a spider suit and tried to climb walls, people are going to stare and judge, but when people can’t help it, it is just rude.” Peter shrugged.
“Wanna see what I looked like before?” Wade asked.
“Sure,” Peter agreed.
Wade jumped up and grabbed his phone before he started searching through it. He shoved it over to Peter.
“See, I was fucking beautiful,” Wade sighed.
“Eh, I don’t see much of a difference,” Peter smirked. “Oh, it is the hair.”
“Fuck you,” Wade groaned and snatched the phone out of Peter’s hands.
“Oh, come. You really aren’t as ugly as you think you are,” Peter shrugged and finished off his slice of pizza.
“But I’m ugly,” Wade hmphed in triumph.
“Yeah, your attitude is pretty rancid,” Peter sassed back.
“Smart ass,” Wade chuckled. “So if my personality is so bad, why’d you come over?”
“Your personality is probably fine, just your attitude right now smells.” Peter kicked off his shoes and propped his feet on the coffee table.
“This is some kind of charity work?” Wade plopped down beside Peter.
“Will you stop it with the self-loathing?” Peter rolled his eyes. “It isn’t a cute look.”
“Well, I guess…” Wade started to smart off, but Peter grabbed his head and pressed their lips together in a soft kiss.
“Shut it.” Peter pulled back just enough so his lips ghosted against Wade’s.
“What if I’m not into dudes?” Wade tried to keep his breathing even, but the truth was it had been so fucking long since he was touched in any way by a person, and he was so fucking starved for it.
“It was just a kiss. Not like I asked you to marry me,” Peter chuckled. He pulled further back, but kept his hand on the back of Wade’s head.
“Well, with a romantic proposal like that, how can I say no?” Wade squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath.
“I think we should celebrate then.” Peter pressed their lips together again, and Wade let himself go.
Wade kissed back slowly and let Peter take over. Fuck, it had been so long, and it felt amazing. Peter wasn’t letting his melted skin stop him, and even if it was all just a way to get laid, Wade couldn’t find a fucking care. He wanted to be touched like he was normal again. When Peter pulled back, Wade had to fight the stupid voice in the back of his head screaming all of his insecurities at him.
“You’re a good kisser,” Peter smiled.
“I’m confused,” Wade admitted.
“Why?” Peter asked with a warm smile.
“The kiss…” Wade chewed on his bottom lip.
“I thought kissing was pretty normal date activity.” Peter chuckled.
“I…oh…you meant it?” Wade asked.
“No shit, Sherlock,” Peter laughed. “You are fun to hang out with and I kinda like you.”
“You have some kind of weird kinks?” Wade chuckled slightly.
“What do you mean by that?” Peter asked
“Look at me,” Wade sighed.
“You have really got to get over that. You are likable. You are fucking funny. Hell, you are nice too. Most people would have stabbed me for the first night we met.” Peter laughed.
“Yeah, that was weird,” Wade agreed. “Really, I have never had anyone come back about a large tip.”
“I just…I know how hard it is…things are expensive. Money is tight and I know…I know the apartment is…” Peter chewed on his lip.
“A dump. The apartment is a dump,” Wade chuckled. “So you didn’t want to take something I may need.”
“Yeah,” Peter nodded.
“You’re good. I’m not. You should run for the hills before I corrupt you,” Wade sighed, but Peter kissed him again.
“Maybe I need some corruption,” Peter smirked when he pulled back.
Peter slowly climbed into Wade’s lap and ground his hips downward. Wade groaned and met Peter’s hips in absolute desperation to be touched. All be damned if Peter was full of shit and this was nothing more than a one-night type deal. He needed to be touched and noticed in a way that wasn’t like a pop-up Halloween decoration to scare children. Peter pulled back and ripped his shirt off and threw it over to the side with a chuckle. Peter was slender, but had lean muscle. He was fucking breathtaking. His nipples were already perked, and Wade could feel his cock hard and ready.
Peter reached for the hem of Wade’s shirt, but he stopped before he went to pull it off. Wade took a deep breath and raised his arms to answer the quiet question, and Peter tossed it off to the side. The anxiety that took over Wade was almost too much to ignore, but Peter didn’t stop. He ran his hands over Wade’s chest and kissed him again. Wade ran his hands through Peter’s hair and pulled gently, and when Peter moaned into his mouth, Wade almost couldn’t handle it.
“Used to love having my hair pulled,” Wade chuckled. “Maybe I can staple a wig to my head.”
“Only if it goes down to your waist,” Peter chuckled.
“You’re on. I can staple one to my dick too. I don’t have any hair there either,” Wade laughed.
“We talking Brazilian?” Peter smirked.
“More like Blaze-ilian,” Wade laughed. “Get it? Cause I got cough on fire.”
“That was bad,” Peter laughed and jumped off of Wade’s lap.
He quickly pushed his pants and underwear down to reveal a mouth-watering sight.
“Your turn,” Peter smirked.
“Not as pretty…” Wade said, but was quickly interrupted by Peter’s pants to his face.
“Shut up.” Peter rolled his eyes and pulled Wade off of the couch. He pulled Wade over to the bed with a smirk. “I like this open loft thingy.”
“Even if it is a dump?” Wade chuckled.
“You said that. Not me. I live in an old brownstone with my aunt. You at least have your own place,” Peter grinned as he shimmied Wade’s pants off.
“Shit, I would be on the streets if it weren’t for the settlement I got,” Wade shrugged.
“You should tell me what happened sometime,” Peter smiled.
“My friend Logan, but we called him Wolverine because he is short, hairy, and angry all the time, were in the tanning bed and he brought a drink in there and it spilled all over the gears, then a board fell and trapped us in there, then the lights burst and the fire started, but with Wolvie’s last breath he pulled the board and freed me,” Wade held his hand to his heart and pulled out what he thought to be convincing fake tears.
“That’s not what happened,” Peter laughed.
“Yes, it is!” Wade sobbed. “Are you calling me a liar?”
“Yes,” Peter laughed. “You going to tell me Death is following you too?”
“About that…” Wade sucked in a breath.
“You are ridiculous,” Peter laughed and pushed Wade onto the bed before mounting his waist again.
“Ok fine. Fine. I was a crazy awesome mercenary, and I got cancer. Then this dude named after dish soap, but was actually named Francis, ran this weird experiment on me with his buff lady, who I think was probably anti-Semitic, ran these weird tests on me and mutated me.” Wade shrugged. “Then I hunted him down to fix me, but he couldn’t, so I killed him. The only good thing is I can heal like really fast and not die.”
“You have a wild imagination,” Peter laughed. “You should write stories.”
“No one ever believes me,” Wade sighed.
“Wade,” Peter laughed before he leaned down and kissed him again.
After that, things picked up rather quickly. Peter only climbed off Wade to grab lube and a condom that he had brought with him. Then he was right back on top of Wade, but leaned forward slightly as he prepared himself. Peter moaned and thrusted their cocks together, and Wade held onto the boy's hips for dear life. He closed his eyes and tried to think of a mixture of boner killing things, all while the thought of Peter’s beautiful body on his mind so he wouldn’t bust his lid before he even got to feel Peter’s body.
“I’m not going to fucking last even two fucking pumps. I haven’t fucked or touched myself in so fucking long. If I cum before you, I swear I will make sure you get yours,” Wade moaned. “Then if you are willing, when I’m ready again, I will fuck you into this bed twelve times over.”
“Oh, I’m willing,” Peter grunted as he slowly pulled his fingers out and ripped open the condom with his teeth before rolling it down Wade’s shaft.
“Shit,” Wade bit his lip. Even that light touch made his chest clench. “Sorry, fuck it has been so long.”
“You’re fine, Wade.” Peter smiled as he positioned Wade at his hole and slid down slowly.
Peter was so fucking warm and so tight. He grabbed Peter’s hips and let the younger man set the pace. He was there as nothing more than a toy until he got control of his cock back. Peter moved slow and steady, rolling his hips each time they met. Peter closed his eyes and sat up straight. He tweaked his own nipples before and reached down and started to pump himself.
“Fuck,” Wade moaned.
“Feel so good, Wade,” Peter moaned. His mouth was wide open and eyes still shut. Wade tried to push out the thoughts of Peter pretending he was on someone else, but they had to be why his eyes were glued shut.
“You too.” Wade squeezed Peter’s hips. He tried his best not to let his inner thoughts break through, but they screamed louder than everything else.
“Hey Wade,” Peter’s eyes opened, and he slowed his movements. “You alright, baby?”
“Yeah,” Wade chuckled. “Who were you thinking of?” He tried to play it off as a joke.
“You and how good I feel right now.” Peter leaned forward and kissed Wade. “Told you I like you. I just felt good.”
“Okay,” Wade nodded and forced himself to believe.
“Believe me,” Peter moaned and sat back up.
Wade bit his lip as he got closer and closer. Peter began to pump himself harder and faster. Wade tried to last, but he couldn’t. Wade’s entire body contracted as he came harder than he had in a long time, hell, probably harder than he ever had before. He groaned as he fell back against the bed and mumbled a thousand sorries, but Peter just chuckled and continued to pump himself until he spilled over Wade’s stomach with a gasp. Peter slowly rolled off Wade and rested his head on Wade’s chest.
“I was in the military. We had a training thing, and something went wrong in one of the modules. It caught fire, and I got trapped. My lawyer was able to figure out they knew there was something wrong but didn’t fix it. I’m set for life,” Wade sighed.
“Shit,” Peter shook his head. “I’m sorry.”
“What’s done is done,” Wade sighed. “It fucking sucks and I am pissed, but shit happens, I guess.”
“Thanks for telling me,” Peter hummed and kissed Wade’s chest.
“Sorry you had to get yourself off,” Wade groaned.
“Will you shut up? You can get me off next time,” Peter laughed.
“You want a next time?” Wade asked.
“Well, duh, you just told me that you’re rich,” Peter laughed.
“That’s fair,” Wade laughed and wrapped his arms around Peter.
The feeling he had, holding Peter, was immeasurable. He was warm, handsome, and smelled like pizza, which was a plus, even if it was just because he worked that night. Wade watched as Peter traced his finger along his chest with a warm smile on his face.
“Can I stay here tonight?” Peter asked.
“Yeah, of course, but won’t your aunt be worried?” Wade asked with a soft chuckle.
“I told her I may be staying the night with my boyfriend,” Peter shrugged.
“Is this boyfriend about to break in and fight me? I was special ops, so I can kick his ass,” Wade laughed. He knew it was too good.
“It would be kinda weird for you to fight yourself,” Peter laughed.
“How long have I been your boyfriend? Did I miss the memo?” Wade laughed, maybe still just slightly confused.
“As of like 15 minutes ago. I don’t do one-night stands. I’m a monogamy kind of guy,” Peter chuckled.
“I’m sorry, I’m having trouble understanding what is going on,” Wade admitted.
“Wade, I like you and I would like to be more than friends.” Peter laughed.
“I…” Wade didn’t know what to say.
“Get out of your head and stop listening to whatever in there is telling you that you aren’t good enough.” Peter rolled his eyes and climbed back onto Wade’s hips.
Peter looked down at Wade with a smile as he caressed both sides of Wade’s face. He traced Wade’s lips with a finger and then moved it down his body until he reached where their crotches met. Peter then started to trace Wade’s side and stomach, every so often moving to touch his cock. Wade closed his eyes happily and let himself feel, instead of thinking for the first time in he didn’t know how long. It surprisingly didn’t take long for Wade to stand at attention again. He smiled up at Peter, who was also hard again, maybe beginning to believe the younger man.
“Round two?” Wade asked.
“Yes, please,” Peter grinned.