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Deadpool is singing to Wham when the front door opens. He swings around, “Baby Boy, you’re home early. How is Aunt May?” Peter mumbles something he can’t hear, “What was that?” Peter falls into his arms, “Aunt May is fine, she is looking forward to your Christmas Outfit. Why are you wearing your Deadpool costume?” Wade pulls off the mask, “I felt like it, and the boxes told me to. But you said something else. What’s wrong, Baby Boy?”
Peter sighs and hugs his boyfriend of three years, “Work stuff. Jameson was a real grinch today. He threatened to cancel our bonus if we didn’t meet the deadline. We were all working so hard to get it done, and then he said that we are all failures and sent us home. He also said he hopes Santa makes Spiderman into a real spider.”
Wade kisses the top of his head, “I can always pay him a visit and scare him to be nicer to people.” Peter laughs and kisses him, “He would only be meaner to spite you. But I won’t be seeing him until next year. For the next week, you have me all to yourself.” Wade grins, “Except for tomorrow when we go visit Aunt May.” Peter nods, “And next week, when we go to the New Year’s Party at the Avengers Tower.”
Wade leads them to the couch and pulls Peter into his lap. “Apart from that and patrol, I don’t intend to leave our bed. I will have a gift for you that will keep on giving.” Peter laughs, Wade groans, “Shut up, boxes. I thought that was very clever.” Peter shakes his head, “I hope you got me something else besides your dick.” Wade squeezes Peter’s ass and sucks a bruise onto his throat, “You will have to find out after I thoroughly fucked you.”