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“Well, aren’t you looking pretty today?”
There's a grin stretched across Wade's face before the dorm room's door can even fully open, one cranky omega left standing in the door frame.
Peter Parker stares at him for a moment, judgmentally, as if he weren’t currently dressed in rumpled pajamas himself–- wearing a bleach-stained black band-tee that seems a few sizes too big and suspiciously like the one Wade lost months ago, paired with oversized sweatpants and a mop of disheveled brown hair– well past noon. He doesn’t look very impressed with this surprise visit.
The omega in question narrows his eyes, nose scrunching up in the way Wade has learned means he doesn’t like something. “Fuck off.” He finally responds, tone dry and voice slightly hoarse. Wade snorts, “Is that any way to talk to the person providing you with your post-heat necessities?” He questions with a quirk of his eyebrow, and this seems to change Peter’s tune surely.
With pursed lips, the omega’s eyes track down to Wade’s hands, where a paper bag and a cup of coffee reside in each. He sighs softly before stepping aside, allowing his friend entrance to his humble abode.
“Sorry,” Peter mumbles, closing the door behind them.
Wade shakes his head, ambling further inside the room, “I’m just messing with you, Pete.” He assures, setting the bag of pastries down onto the mahogany desk, already cluttered with various items–from textbooks to a disarray of highlighters, before he extends the cup of coffee out to him.
Peter doesn’t hesitate; he snatches the warm beverage up as if the offer were to be receded at any second. He raises the disposable cup to his lips instantly, takes a long sip from it, before emitting a satisfied sigh. “You have no idea how badly I needed this.” He mumbles around the rim, eyes falling closed as he takes a few more lazy but greedy sips.
Wade smiles at this, leaning back against the desk with only a sparing glance in the direction of his messy bed.
It appears he'd caught Peter in the middle of cleaning, judging by the balled-up web of sheets and blankets tangled together on the floor. It leaves the room scenting sweet, like brown sugar blended with notes of spicy vanilla. And it would explain the foul mood.
He notices a bundle of fresh sheets cast aside, balled up in the middle of the mattress, as well as a scentless blanket, but it doesn’t look like Peter got very far into the process. “Rough heat, huh?” He asks, figuring that it couldn’t have been too good if the state of Peter’s room was anything to go by.
“The worst,” Peter confirms, with a shudder and then a nod before he’s moving into Wade’s space briefly to set the coffee cup down on the surface behind the alpha. Once he has set the cup down, he turns to him silently and all but barrows into Wade’s chest. Cold, lanky arms wind around the alpha’s waist, under his jacket, and graze the skin beneath his shirt for a second.
With another satisfied sigh, Peter buries his face in the material of Wade's shirt– his forehead pressed up against his chest and his nose tucked into the folds of the fabric where he inhales a greedy breath of air. “I missed you, though.”
All the same, Wade returns the embrace. He rests his chin on top of the other boy’s head and tries his best to pretend his heart isn't racing in his chest.
He wraps his arms around Peter with modest hestiantion, intertwining his fingers together to secure the hold.
Something primal settles in him with the weight of Peter in his arms. He can't help in relishing in the warmth that flares in his veins, heating his face.
“I missed you too,” He replies softly, uable to think of a snarky remark that might save the moment from being too inimate.
He's already in too deep.
So instead, he plants his nose into those soft, unkempt locks of brunette hair and inhales the sweet scent of brown sugar, allowing himself to relax with the knowledge he's actually able to hold Peter now.
Peter’s heats were always harder on him than he let on. He hated being away from him for long and he especially hated the idea of Peter being locked up in his room for a week, going through his heat alone, not knowing if he's eating enough, drinking enough-- if he's sleeping enough. It drives him insane.
But he doesn’t mention that.
And he doesn’t mention how he had brought the boy coffee and breakfast just so he'd have an excuse to see him so soon after said heat.
Nope. He doesn’t speak a word of any of this.
After a few minutes, Peter gives a content hum, face still pressed into Wade’s shirt. By the looks of it, he’s gone and made himself quite comfortable, too.
“Got any classes today?” Wade asks, trying to find something else to focus on as he forces himself to stop sniffing Peter’s hair like a total weirdo.
“Nope,” Peter answers lazily, tilting his head up until his nose brushes against the base of Wade’s throat, and seemingly in no rush to remove himself from the older boy’s embrace.
“Uh, wanna cuddle and watch Netflix all day?”
This question earns him a suspicious glance with Peter finally extracting himself, pulling away from him just far enough to show his look of skepticism. “Don’t you have classes today?”
Wade rolls his eyes, unable to subdue the grin creeping upon his lips. “Hey, I’m paying for them, I’ll decide when I wanna go.”
“Wade—“ Peter begins to reprimand weakly, but Wade doesn't give him the chance to finish.
“Nope.” He interrupts apathetically, before he lifts Peter and tosses him over his shoulder abruptly.
At the brutish stunt, Peter lets out a surprised shriek of laughter.
“Wade put me down.” He demands, though his laughter reneges on any chance of actual authority.
“Alright.” The alpha concedes, trekking over in the direction of the bed. Without any warning, he deposits--or rather, drops the omega down into the mess of blankets and sheets.
“You’re such an asshole,” Peter complains, rolling over to make room for him anyway.
“You still love me though,” Wade argues, chucking off his shoes and shrugging out of his jacket before he finally climbs into the twin-sized bed after Peter.
“Sadly.” Peter agrees with faux reluctance just before he erupts into yet another fit of laughter, squealing as Wade leans forward and attempts to bite him.
“Ouch! Wade!” Peter cries between laughter once he successfully lands a delicate bite against his cheek.
“Take it back, and I’ll stop,” Wade insists, already moving to place another bite. Peter squeals again, squirming away before shouting. “Fine! I take it back!”
With a pleased grin, Wade settles back against the mattress. He props up an elbow and rests the side of his head in his hand. “That’s more like it.” He hums, scooting just a bit closer to Peter and away from the edge. There wasn't a whole lot of space to be had, being as big as he was. “Yeah, whatever.” Peter shakes his head, grabbing for the remote, and turning the TV on.
A comfortable silence settles over the two of them as the Netflix logo loads up.
Wade isn’t so sure what to say; he never really is these days, at least not when he’s around Peter. Part of him feels the need to crack a joke, to end the silence that feels entirely too personal. For once, he ends up doing the opposite.
He quite likes this, being able to be with Peter, even if it does leave him feeling awkward and unsure at times. “What do you wanna watch?” Peter hums, turning to stare at him, and it catches him off guard. “Uh, is The Addams Family still on there?” Wade clears his throat, not making eye contact. Peter shrugs and turns back to face the TV. “Dunno, let me check.”
Despite himself, Wade can’t help but smile as he stares at the back of Peter’s head.
God, he was absolutely so gone.
“Oh yeah, it’s on here.” Peter chimes in, receiving a tepid hum from Wade.
It’s only as the opening scene begins to play that Peter reaches behind himself and takes hold of Wade’s arm, bringing it to rest against his waist. Wade sighs softly at the contact, trying not to melt. He really should just go ahead and ask him.
He licks his lips nervously, “Hey Pete?”
“Hmm?” Peter hums, already distracted, as he squints at the TV because he’s too lazy to get up and find his glasses in the mess that was his room.
“Do you know what today is?” Wade continues, feeling his heart rate pick up in his chest.
“Uh, Monday, it's right?”
“Well yeah, but it’s something else too…” The alpha trails off, but after a few seconds of silence on Peter’s part, he realizes the boy probably won’t get it on his own anyway.
Wade sighs internally. Welp, here goes nothing.
“Valentine’s day, Peter, it’s Valentine's day.” He reminds.
“Oh.”
Wade balks at the response; he definitely just made this awkward, didn’t he?
Well, he couldn’t stop there without making things weird, could he? Probably not.
“Yeah, and I was thinking that, ya know, since we’re both Valentine-less, we could just be each other's Valentine?” He suggests and then promptly realizes he hadn't been subtle in the slightest. Fuck.
He interjects quickly, hoping to undo the damage and save face. “I mean in a friend way though, like um Friendentines, that’s a thing right? I’m pretty sure it is…”
Slowly, Peter turns to face him again. He blinks his big brown eyes at him slowly, and something contracts in Wade’s chest painfully. “Friendentines?” Peter parrots, eyebrows furrowed in amusement, and a barely contained smile tugging at his lips. “Yes, it’s a thing, Peter. Look it up on Urban Dictionary.” Wade rolls his eyes, an attempt at playing it off, in spite of the way his heart drums in his chest so loud that he can hear it in his eardrums.
Peter only laughs, a sound that isn’t helping Wade’s case in the slightest. “You’re such a dork. Why couldn’t you just say ‘Be my Valentine and leave it at that?” The omega grins, and Wade huffs. “Oh, I’m the dork for being hip with the latest slang? Yeah, whatever four-eyes.”
Peter snorts at this, “Asking me to be your Friendentine and then calling me names immediately after? Careful, Wade Wilson, I just might think you’re an eight-year-old with a crush.” He's teasing, but the knowledge isn't enough to deter Wade from tensing.
“Pfft, what? How hard were the mental gymnastics you had to do to come to that conclusion?” He denies and tries to deflect, his face heating with embarrassment.
There's a grin plastered across Peter’s face just as he scoots closer to Wade, bridging the remaining gap of space that had separated them. “Not that hard actually,” He says, staring undeniably into Wade’s eyes.
For a moment, Wade is thoroughly convinced he’ll go into cardiac arrest with how close they are. He can see each individual eyelash from here, a trail of miniature freckles near the edges of his eyes. It's overwhelming.
“Though, I do have to say that I’d much rather be your Valentine than your Friendentine,” Peter resumes, biting down on his bottom lip as if to contain another round of laughter.
Wade squints his eyes at this, eyebrows wrinkling with skepticism. “Wait, what do you mean by that? Like, do you mean ‘yeah sure I’ll be your Valentine in a friend way’ or–” He trails off, swallowing hard.
Peter rolls his eyes at the line of questioning. “What I mean is,” He huffs, reaching forward and cupping Wade’s face in each of his hands before leaning forward and kissing him square on the mouth.
Wade, for his part, doesn’t immediately respond. He remains frozen with wide eyes as warm lips press against his own, and his brain struggles to process the act.
Oh.
Peter is kissing him…
OH!
Peter is kissing him! Holy shit!
Snapping out of the haze, Wade finds himself kissing Peter back.
He drops his elbow and moves his other hand to seize hold of Peter’s hip while he returns the kiss enthusiastically.
And the kiss is long, it's long and so incredibly sweet. Peter tastes like coffee and everything Wade has ever wanted in his life. He doesn’t want to ever stop kissing him but unfortunately, it's an unrealistic want, and they do eventually have to part--reluctantly, for air.
Wade is panting harder than Peter as he tries to make sense of what just happened. Was any of this real? Or was this another one of his scarily vivid daydreams?
“So um…” Peter begins, and Wade has to look back at him.
“Since we’re Valentines and all, where’s my chocolate?” He asks, face red and eyes bright.
Wade snorts, still a bit stunned by the events that have just transpired. But you know what? He’s not gonna question it anymore. Nope.
With a smile, he settles back down into a less awkward position and pulls Peter in close.
“You’ll have to settle for chocolate donuts. I was trying to be subtle in case you said no.”
“Nothing about you is subtle, Wade Wilson.”
“Well, be that as it may, you’re not getting those donuts until we cuddle Peter Parker.”