Misunderstanding - Spideypool

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May chimed in. "I know what I would do."

"Yeah?" Peter was curious and just looked at her.

"Yes," She smiled. "I would give that ex," she looked at Wade. "A good talking too.'

"Oh, no worries there, Mrs. P there is no way in hell I would ever dump my precious boyfriend." He hugged Peter tight giving him a few kisses on his hair.

The other just chuckled and playfully pushed him away. "Stop."

May got up. "I'll go and get ready for bed. We'll see each other tomorrow at breakfast don't stay up too long."

"Good night." Peter smiled at her. May leaving. He looked after her and sighed. "I am a bit worried about her."

"Why?"

"I thought she would yell at me and be mad for never telling me but she was so calm.  It is strange."

"Would you rather get yelled at?" Wade nudged him smiling.

Peter leaned against him putting his head on his shoulder. "No, not really. I remember arguing with her the first week of getting my powers. I was on this revenge trip and came back beaten up all the time. She was so worried." He stopped. "That was such a long time ago. I just always felt so bad lying but after a time I got so used to it. This is all just so strange."

"You on a revenge trip, probably out to kill someone sounds hot."

"Wade-"

"Yeah, I know. I am joking, it would actually be horrible. You suit the golden boy lifestyle much more. The neighborhood-friendly Spider-Man and stuff. You know." He chuckled. "But I think she was probably livid when she connected the dots. But it's been so long and she had time to think about it."

"Yeah, I guess your right thanks." Peter intertwined their fingers. "I love you, Wade."

"I love you, too."

"I really do, you know. Sometimes I am worried you get all lost in your head and my words don't reach you." Peter squeezed his hand pulling it up to his mouth and gently kissing his fingers.

"Damn, are you a therapist now too?" Wade joked trying to deflect. He was right. Oh, so right. It wasn't that Wade didn't believe his boyfriend but sometimes, like right now the voices in his head would scream so loudly. That paired with his other issues made it hard to believe anyone could ever love him. "Your schedule must be busy." He chuckled looking away.

Peter however directed his face towards him, looking right at him as if unfolding him and solving the equation of his messed up mind right there. "Wade."

"Yes?" Wade didn't really know what to do he felt so exposed but also so warm and gooey inside. It wasn't a bad feeling. He just felt seen. His voice was breathy.

"I love you, scars and all." Peter never left his gaze. "I love your stupid jokes and how they make me laugh. I love your beautiful face." He kissed him just shortly and sweetly. "I love being able to kiss you and hold your hand."

Wade felt his heart beat like crazy. He didn't need to do this a normal "I love you" was fine but boy did he deliver and it didn't look like he was going to stop.

"I love when you get overprotective even if I act annoyed. It's cute and so caring. I love that you tried so hard to match my stupid rules and I love that you don't think they're stupid." Peter smiled and let his thumb run over the other's coarse skin. "I don't care if you mess up or we misunderstand each other. I just want you by my side. Thank you."

"I-" Wade felt his eyes get a bit watery just pulling him in a hug. "Shut up."

"I love you." Peter hugged him tight making Wade remember his strength. He kissed his forehead. "Thanks for this trip and sticking around."

"Thank you." Wade buried his head hugging him real close. "You're just too cute!" He shook him a bit while still hugging. "Ah!"

Peter giggled. "Guess my message got there." He pulled him in a deep kiss. "You should see yourself when you smile or laugh at your own joke. It's the cutest thing I've ever seen!"

"You're the cutest thing I've ever seen."

"Nah, you."

"Nah-uh."

Peter grinned. "I could show you just how beautiful I find you."

"Are you-"

A sigh from the other. "Please don't-"

"Kinky time?"

"I hate when you call it that. But yes, yes I am implying kinky time."

"Sounds good to me!" Wade pulled Peter up. "Come on baby boy!"

They hurried to their room which Wade booked far away from May, just in case. He didn't know how thick the walls would be and he wouldn't like for her to hear them. Well, he didn't care but he knew Peter would be mortified.

Reaching the room he hurriedly closed and locked the door and before he knew it Peter grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him over to him. Their lips roughly collided and for a second their teeth met.

"Well, your horny huh?" Wade commented

"Less talking more kissing."

Wade obliged. He lived their relationship and how he found someone who matched his vibe not only his speed. Even though him keeping Wade on his toes did make him happy as well.

Peter chugged off his shirt throwing him in some corner not caring before sliding off Wade's jacket and promptly after that pulled off his shirt as well.

Wade got his hands tangled in his hair.

This was just where he wanted to be. Not necessarily always with his tongue down his throat. But in his arms or him in his arms. Messy or clean just with him. He couldn't stand to be somewhere where he wouldn't be. Somewhere he couldn't see him or reach him. Just this. Just being together was everything he wanted.

One day he would work on not needing him and just wanting him in his life, like a healthy person. But right now he was that mess that needed him. Everyone could leave but him. And he didn't mean that in a weird stalker way just in an "I love you and when you are with me the world around me quiets" way.

On the other hand, Peter was glad to have someone who would never leave him. Who couldn't die, who he couldn't accidentally kill. He wanted him, someone that looked at him with so much admiration and love and someone to be there when he needed him but also someone he could be there for. He still wanted to see so much with him, do so much. But for now, he would treasure every moment and he would forever thank the world for the stupid misunderstanding that started this.

While still needing time to work on each other separately and together they were content and happy. It was all one could hope for to find a home.