SpideyPool (Sick Spider)

Wade's POV:

 It was the next morning, and as calm as I felt last night, I was not ready to have this talk yet. Peter was making breakfast and has calmly not said a word about yesterday. What I did was childish but it did give me some time to clear my head and get some thoughts in order. I didn't want to have to hid my feelings and there's nothing wrong with simply asking... I don't know what to think because my thinking certainly ain't this calm.

"Peter..." I start unable to stand the silence, "I would understand if you'd like some distance."

"What?" Peter asks.

"I mean, we've been together so long that if you need some space I can certainly comply."

"I don't need space, do you?" Peter asks.

"No" I sigh, I don't know anything that's happening at this point.

"Wade" Peter says gently, "What's wrong? I mean what's gotten into lately?"

"I'm confused" I mutter.

"About what?"

"It's nothing" I say while shutting down. I start to get up but then Peter steps up into my space so that I either sat back down or towered over him.

"It's not nothing Wade, I don't like seeing you like this."

"Peter...I'll just spit it out, I like more you even more now than ever. Even more than just how your rear looks in the Spidey suit." I reply softly still standing.

"Well, I sure hope you do" Peter says with by far the cutest smile I'd ever seen "so what's wrong?"

I blinked in confusion. Does that mean what I think it does?

"Huh?" I was for once without a response.

"I guess I'm still confused. What's wrong Wade?" Peter asks. I could see the pink tint on his ears as he attempted to remain focused on whatever conversation this was.

"Pete, you're not grossed out or anything about..." Peter stops me as his brain finally figures out one of the many problems of Wade Wilson.

"Wade" Peter laughs, "I'd should have figured your real confession would involve my butt."

"Well its a comment necessary in casual conversation."

"Oh yeah? Prove it."

As if on que Mr. Stark walked in for his coffee that had just automatically steamed behind us.

"Good morning Starky doesn't Petey have a nice ass" Peter smacks my arm and looks at Stark horrified.

"I'm not doing this today." Stark says while grabbing the coffee and returning to whatever project he'd been working on.

"I can't believe you just did that" peter says, "I mean I should have figured, but what the..."

"No cursing for you, I was just showing how casual conversations are. ANYWAYS can we get back to your turn in confession hour." I say while grabbing my dishes to take to the super-efficient dishwasher.

"Oh" Peter says while turning away from me and towards the door. I could see the gears turning and just knew what the little smirk he gave me was. His ears were beet red and in that moment I knew.

"You better not try to run." I say while slowly attempting to corner the superhero.

"Who said anything about try?" Peter laughs.

Within seconds I had lost the spider somewhere in the house. With my newfound knowledge, the game felt all the much more fun.

"What happens when I find and catch you?" I ask the house.

Come and find out says the smarthouse.

After using FRIDAY as a walkie talkie for about an hour, I realized just how big the house can feel.

"If this was back at my place" I mutter.

"You'd still never find me" Peter says from the ceiling.

"Oh, that's a big bug."

"Excuse me?" laughs Peter.

"Gonna need a shovel for that one."

"Woww, well how does it feel to have just confessed to such a big bug?" 

We both paused when the house gave us another message:

Peter, Wade stop using my highly intelligent AI as a walkie talkie. I get all of the messages and they are distracting.

"Sorry Mr. Stark we'll stop" Peter responds back with a soft laugh.

"Mhmm" I say while sneaking up on the distracted spider.

"I see you" Peter laughs.

"Nuh uh" I say, "I think that if I catch you, you should..."

To my absolute surprise he drops right in front of me and give me a peck on the cheek upside-down.

"Noooo" I whine, " I want the real spiderman kiss. Do it again properly."

"What?"

"C'mon the readers want it tooooo."

"You've lost me again." Peter says while inching closer and closer to the exit.

"No fair, ceiling is off limits."

"I'm using what's available to me" Peter states.

"Oh yeah?" I say while chucking a pillow at him.

"Really!?" Peter laughs as I grab pillows and move on to couch cushions.

Peter's POV:

After a strategically aimed couch cushion to the ass, I fell into the mass of pillows and cushions on the floor. Before I could respond further a large blanket was thrown over me as I was quickly captured in a blanket net.

"Wade let me out" I laugh.

"Not until your ransom has been paid."

"What!?"

"Yeah, it's a billion dollars, we won't let you go slipping through the justice system this time."

"You're lucky I'm flexible" I complain as I finally get semi comfortable in the sack.

"Flexible he says" Wade repeats.

"When do I get let out" I asked.

"When I choose, or when you pay" he chimes.

"How am I supposed to pay?" I ask.

Once I felt something beneath me, I quickly leapt from the makeshift sack and is immediately grabbed.

"AH, ah ah" he tutted, "I caught you fair and square."

"Mhmm sure hope you cleaned up your pillow mess in the living room" I laugh.

"Sure, I did" he lies easily.

"Mhmm"

"Hey, you're the one going back on your words. I should be getting a prize right now." 

"Sure, the pony is out back" I say.

"Never good to lie about gifting a pony" he whispers into my ear.

Immediately my eyes focus on his lips, then to his eyes. I was becoming more and more in love with his eyes. They could never tell a lie. 

"Don't stare like that" he warns gently, "give me bad ideas."

"Like what?" I ask. 

"Not safe territory Petey..." but before he could say anything else, I kissed him.

Author's Note:

Hope you are all doing well and enjoying the story! Until next time!

-JVanRuisdael