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It shouldn’t be a surprise to Peter seeing Wade like this, he knows the man is one very pretty man but hell, that sinful green velvet dress on him is fucking with his head.
The thing is, he had liked him for a while now. They’ve been friends for not too long, but they’ve always had this sort of tension between them that makes them different from other friendships. Peter was, of course, in denial at first. Saying things like “I could never like him that way! He’s just a really good friend!” to himself followed by rambles about how charming Wade is.
And that was when he realized that he had actually been crushing on the man for a while now. It was silly, he thought, that he didn’t realize he actually liked him for so long. But in his defense, he’s felt like this in most of his friendships. Take Gwen Stacy for example; they were the absolute best of friends, they were never officially a thing but had this kind of romantic tension going on between them. (Which ended when he found out that the girl actually already had a girlfriend, her name was Mary J something?) The same exact thing happened with his other best friend as well; Harry Osborn, who he was very close to while younger and stupid.
And well, because of that, he thought he’s just someone who falls for their friends a lot and assumed everyone else experiences the same thing. (which is not the case) When actually, he’s just a very smitten person who’s weak to the sight of love.
Wade Wilson was unlike any other, though. He thought he’d just have a teeny tiny crush on him, but as they hang out more and more, he finds himself only falling deeper for him. He liked how expressive he was, how much pride he had. He was in love with his eyes, his pretty scars. He loved everything about the man.
So there he is, with that damn green dress and black silk stockings, standing in front of Peter. They were on the rooftop of a friend’s apartment. They had some mutual friends so needless to say they get invited to parties a lot. He finds himself in a rather difficult situation. Really contemplating whether or not he should open his mouth when Wade is looking this good.
“You look,” He paused, scanning the man up and down from chest to toe, really focusing on the chest for some personal reason. “Nice.” He said, breathless.
“Like, really, really nice. It looks good on you, the dress. The coat as well, you look good.” He was rambling at this point. And yes, Wade was wearing a coat over the dress, but he could still see how pretty the dress was on him.
“You look pretty nice yourself. Going for the Leonardo DiCaprio look, Petey-boy?” Gosh, that nickname for him always gives him butterflies. It rhymes with pretty boy, and Peter loves being called pretty, even though he might get a little embarrassed sometimes.
He looked down at his outfit, realizing that he accidentally dressed up as that guy from that one movie everyone knows.
“I didn’t even realize. Does that mean you’re my Kate Winslet?”
“Not until you draw me naked.” Wade jokes, hopefully. Peter laughed it off with a sarcastic chuckle but uh-oh, He’s definitely thinking of things he shouldn’t.
“Ha, very funny. What’re you doing outside?” He chortled and asked, trying to start a new conversation.
“Just getting some fresh air. Which is unusual for me, don’t ya think? I’m usually the type to get fucking wasted on parties.”
“That’s true. Has something to do with the terrible music blasting on right now?”
Wade laughed, “Yeah. I can’t believe they’re playing fuckass Pitbull. Bet they’re gonna play Party Rock Anthem after this.” Peter chuckled as a response. His short conversations with Wade always made him happy, everything about him makes him happy, honestly. Yes, it’s cheesy, he knows, and he hates himself for it, but he just adores him so much.
“You don’t wanna go inside? It’s cold and I’m like.. freezing. Sorry, I just, I think I’m slowly losing sense of time and reality.” He said all the words fastly as if he was saying one long word. Wade said nothing and only took off his coat to put it on Peter’s shoulders. He looked at the man’s face, then his body. Oh my god.
It was a sleeveless dress.
He stared at him, focusing on his bare, exposed shoulders. From his shoulders to his small, tight waist to the tip of the dress. He looked breathtaking, or in other words; really fucking hot. He had no idea what to say to him.
“Has anyone ever told you how hot your body looks?” He blurted, it sounded more like a statement than a question, which made Wade giggle. “Lots of times, baby-boy. First time I heard it from you, though.”
Peter grinned, putting his hands on Wade’s shoulders. They have a quite noticeable height difference, Peter is 7cm shorter than the taller and older, with only a few years apart.
“If we weren’t only friends, I’d kiss the hell out of you right now.” Oh yeah, he’s a tiny bit tipsy after a few drinks. Thankfully it’s only been a few because he’d say a lot of more things otherwise.
Wade took out his arms from his shoulder and Peter’s life flashed before his eyes. They were holding hands, their lips were clashing and he could feel the touch of his tongue on his own. Peter’s eyes were widened while Wade’s were closed. As he slowly deepened their kiss, Peter started to feel more into it and closed his eyes. There was an adrenaline rush after their lips parted, one kiss wasn’t enough. This time, Peter kisses him first, twice.
The taste of Wade’s touch made his whole body tremble. Heat was rushing through his whole body while the world froze. He was breathless, Peter was breathless. He was addicted to Wade, he couldn’t get enough of it. He would kiss him every minute if he could, he wanted to be able to taste him every moment of his life, he wanted to love him, he—
“Pete.” Wade whispered as he broke off their kiss. “Slow down.”
His face turned pink, pink as a peach. “Sorry, I—Holy shit.”
“I think that was my first kiss after years of touch deprivation.” He blurted, making the taller chuckle. “I sure hope it’s the best one too.” He said, probably sarcastically, but it really was for Peter.
“It is. You’re a really, really good kisser.”
“You sure that isn’t ‘cause you never felt the warmth of a man?”
“Oh my god, shut up!”
They both laughed, having some short conversations after their kiss. Until Peter spoke, going back to the topic, “Hey, I thought this would be a good time to admit, so, uh, Wade Winston Wilson, I.. I li—“
“—like you.” The older finished.
Peter stayed silent for a while. “Yeah…” He said, in a quiet tone. Until he began blathering. “I know, I know. It’s silly. God, I thought you were just some foolish crush of mine like the hundred others, but then I just, I just realized that you were different than the others. Which might seem sort of weird but, the point is, I like you. A lot. And I’m terrified this will ruin our friendship so if you could just say something before I say another word please do.” He was closing his eyes as he said that, like: closing his eyes really, really hard that wrinkles were showing.
“Peter, Petey-boy.” Wade finally spoke up, making Peter open his left eye, leaving the right one closed.
“I just fucking made out with you, man. If that’s not enough for an answer, then; yes, you nerd. I like you too, a goddamn lot. Maybe even more than how much Rose loved Jack, how much Eliza loved Alexander. I lo—like you too much.”
The confession left Peter wordless. He couldn’t think of anything to say, so he did the first thing that came into his head. He kissed him, for probably the fourth time today.
This one was a bit more soft, more gentle. It was full of love instead of lust.
As the kiss broke off, their eyes locked. Peter’s puppy dog eyes filled with the stars made Wade melt, and just as he was about to ask Peter…
“Be my boyfriend?” The younger had said first.
“I’m supposed to ask that!”
“You were taking too long!”
“Fuck you. But yes, Peter Benjamin Parker, yes I’d like to be your boyfriend, your super sexy boyfriend.”
“That’s right you are.” Instead of a kiss, like the other four kisses they had today, they shared a hug. A soft, warm hug shared between two lover boys.
While Peter was burying his head into Wade’s shoulders, he takes a peak at the man’s back, seeing the back of his dress. His green velvet dress. Peter smirked as an idea popped up in his head.
“What do you say, you finally become my Kate Winslet?”