? tangled hearts ? spideypool ?

15 ? i mean, camaraderie!

Peter, meanwhile, seemed blissfully unaware of Wade's internal struggle. He was casually scrolling through his phone, probably checking the news or messages from work, completely at ease. Wade watched him for a moment, his eyes tracing over Peter's profile—the strong line of his jaw, the way his hair fell slightly into his eyes, the way his fingers tapped rhythmically against the side of his phone.

Wade licked his lips, his pulse racing. He could feel the heat rising in his body, the tension building with every passing second. He wanted Peter. He wanted to touch him, to feel his skin against his own, to kiss him in a way that left no room for doubt about what he was feeling.

But he hesitated. This wasn't the time or place for that, was it? They were just relaxing, enjoying a quiet day together. And yet, the thought of waiting, of pushing down the desire that was burning inside him, seemed impossible.

Peter glanced up from his phone, catching Wade's eye. He must have seen something in Wade's expression, because his own smile faltered slightly, replaced by a look of concern. "Wade? You sure you're okay?"

Wade swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. "Yeah, I'm fine, just... you know, sometimes I just get a little... distracted."

Peter tilted his head, his brow furrowing slightly. "Distracted by what?"

Wade hesitated for a moment, then decided to throw caution to the wind. He leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a low, husky tone. "By you, Peter. By the way you move, the way you look... you're kind of hard to ignore, you know?"

Peter's eyes widened slightly, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "Oh... I didn't realize..."

Wade chuckled softly, the sound laced with affection. "Yeah, well, it's kind of hard not to notice when you look as good as you do."

Peter's blush deepened, and he looked away for a moment, clearly flustered. Wade found it endearing, the way Peter could be so confident and sure of himself one moment, and then completely disarmed by a simple compliment the next.

"You don't have to say stuff like that, Wade," Peter muttered, his voice a little shy. "I mean, I'm just... me."

Wade reached out, gently tilting Peter's chin so that their eyes met again. "And that's exactly why I'm saying it, honey. Because you're you. And I... I can't get enough of you."

For a moment, there was a heavy silence between them, the air thick with unspoken tension. Wade could see the conflict in Peter's eyes, the way he was torn between his usual modesty and the undeniable chemistry that crackled between them.

Finally, Peter let out a shaky breath, his resolve crumbling. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Wade's in a tentative, almost shy kiss. It was soft at first, a gentle exploration, but it quickly deepened, the pent-up desire between them spilling over like a dam that had finally burst.

Wade responded eagerly, his hands sliding up to cup Peter's face as he kissed him with a fervor that surprised even himself. It was like all the tension, all the longing he'd been holding back, was finally finding release in this moment, in the way their lips moved together, in the way Peter's hands gripped the front of Wade's shirt, pulling him closer.

The world outside seemed to fade away, the only thing that mattered was the feel of Peter's lips against his own, the taste of him, the way he responded with equal passion. Wade's heart pounded in his chest, his mind spinning as he lost himself in the kiss, in the warmth of Peter's body pressed against his.

It felt right. More than right. It felt like everything Wade had ever wanted, everything he had been afraid to reach for, was suddenly within his grasp. And for once, he wasn't going to let fear hold him back. He was going to take this, take Peter, and show him just how much he meant to him.