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Pete was used to all of the bullshit that came with being trans at this point. He was 27 years old and had been through enough to know that this would never be easy. He could especially feel that on nights like these.
Pete was sitting on the edge of his bathtub, head in his hands, crying his eyes out. He was taking a shower when his dysphoria suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks. He had ups and downs with his dysphoria, and he hadn’t been his greatest recently, so being around his naked body set him over the edge.
Draped in a towel, gasping for air, Pete searched for his phone. Once he located it on the counter in the kitchen he dialed the number he knew all too well.
Wade.
“Hey baby cakes, what’s up?” asked Wade in his normal cheery tone.
Pete could barely speak through his sobs and before he even managed to get a word out wade chimed in
“I’m on my way baby.”
Peter couldn’t help but smile at Wade’s immediate understanding.
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After waiting for about 10 minutes, trying to compose himself, Pete heard a frantic knock on the door. He opened it to Wade standing there in sweats and a hoodie, holding chocolates and flowers.
“How did you get those so fast?” Peter asked, still drying his eyes.
“Anything for you baby boy.”
Wade walked into Pete’s apartment, set the gifts down, and turned back to Pete. They stood in silence for a moment.
“Can I hug you?” Wade asked, aware that Pete may not want that. He had already resisted the urge to pounce on Pete and tell him everything will be alright, as soon as he opened the door.
“Yes please” Pete mumbled, wanting nothing more than to feel Wade’s warm embrace.
Wade immediately wrapped Pete in his arms, holding him with just the right amount of pressure, while whispering sweet nothings into the other man's ear.
This was just what Pete needed. Wade always seemed to know exactly how to make him feel better, no matter what was getting him down. Pete didn’t quite understand how his boyfriend could be so perfect, and he never would.
After a few minutes of holding each other, Wade began to loosen his grip on Peter and led him to the couch. Wade sat while Peter curled up into his side.
“So, do you want to talk about it?” Wade asked, his voice laced with worry.
“I just- I haven’t been my best lately and uh I guess my dysphoria just hit me really hard. I just couldn’t be alone.” Pete managed, while fidgeting with his sleeves.
“Thank you for telling me this baby boy, I’m glad you called, I don’t want you to have to go through this alone. Also tell ur dumb dysphoria to shut up and leave you be because you are amazing and kind and sexy and sweet and didimentionsexy” Wade’s hands were running through Pete’s (dumb) hair as he talked.
“Pff thank you Wade, I would’ve gone insane if I had to be alone and you always make me feel better” Peter intertwined his fingers with Wades, and Wade began to run his thumb over the soft skin of Peter’s hand.
Peter nuzzled further into Wade’s side and laid his head in the older man's lap. The two just laid there, intertwined, for god knows how long.
Peter’s thoughts were still spinning, but they were beginning to quiet down. The love that Peter felt from Wade always shut his negative thoughts up, at least as long as they were together.
“I love you so fucking much” Peter whispered, just loud enough for Wade to hear.
“Oh- oh baby I- I love you too” Wade choked, slightly overwhelmed by the use of the L-word.
Feeling Wade’s slight hesitation, Peter sat himself in the man’s lap, hugging his waist with one hand and brushing his scarred face with the other. “Sorry for springing that on you heh”
“No- no no don’t apologize baby boy, I am just not used to the uh - the L word, but I do love you- so goddamn much, so much that I always feel like my heart is going to explode. And I guess I just don’t know how to cope with that yk?” Wade mumbled, face red.
“I get it babe, this is new to me too. But I love it. I love this, us.” Peter said, slowly rubbing Wade’s bottom lip.
“Yo not to be gay or anything but uh- I really want to kiss you right now” Wade said, pulling Pete closer
“Well then get on with it” Peter said, a smug smile on his face.
Wade leaned in, grabbing his boyfriend by the back of the head, and softly pressed their lips together. It was a soft kiss, filled with love. Wade was better at expressing his love with his body than he was with his words, and Peter loved that, plus Wade had gotten better at having the emotional talks over the years that they had been together.
Peter pulled away for air, “God you’re so good at this” he said, breathless.
“If you like this you should see what else I can do with my mouth” Wade quipped.
“Oh I would love to, but um just- not tonight” Pete replied.
“Oh yeah of course that's fine baby, I’m not trying to pressure you to do anything, I'm perfectly content smashing faces” Wade smirked, brushing his hand on Peter’s face.
“Thank you Wade, thank you for understanding. It’s just the dysphoria right now you know?” Peter replied.
“I may not be trans but if anyone understands crippling self esteem issues with your body it's me, and I’m willing to do anything to help you feel comfortable” Wade said
“You do more than enough for me, and I could never thank you enough for that” Peter replied, wrapping Wade in a hug.
Wade hugged Pete back, pulling away to place a light kiss on his lips. “Wanna cuddle and watch dumb rom-coms?” Wade asked.
“I don't think I could want to do anything more” Peter replied, nuzzling into Wade while he turned on the tv.