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Like a web Peter didn’t realize he’d walked into, the weight was clinging to him, subtle at first, until it had wrapped itself around every part of his body. Ever since Peter and Wade moved in together, things had… settled. Literally.
Peter’s usual peanut butter sandwich on a rooftop at the end of patrol and swinging back home was now replaced with him sprawled out on the couch with Wade, tangled up in each other, eating takeout to their heart's content, like it was the last meal they’d ever have.
Wade’s appetite was endless, and anything extra he ate seemed to vanish - poof! - thanks to his regenerative healing factor. Peter had always been lean, and yeah, he hadn’t always had the money to afford a ton of food, and swinging around as Spider-Man burned off plenty… until it didn’t.
“Uhh…” Peter frowned, twisting to look over his shoulder in the mirror. The fabric stretched a little more snugly over his hips, and—was that a little curve to his stomach? His Spidey suit had always fit like a second skin, but now? It was hugging him in new places.
“Wade?” Peter called out for his emotional support merc, his voice echoing down the hallway.
“What’s up, sugar buns?” Wade popped his head into the bathroom. “Do you need help getting dressed? Or better yet, undressed?”
“Yeah, uhh…” Crap this was embarrassing. But it was just Wade. Peter could tell Wade anything, and Wade would be honest with him. “Do I look… different?”
Wade’s eyes did a slow, dramatic sweep down Peter’s body, lingering on his ass before making the trip back up. His grin widened.
“Different?” Wade wrapped his arms around Peter’s waist, pulling him close. “Dunno if different is the right word. Maybe another ‘D’ word… dick hard… delicious, delicioso, do-me-baby-all-night-long?”
Peter’s face went hot. “Wade—”
“Seriously.” Wade’s hands smoothed over Peter’s sides, thumbs brushing against the soft curve of his little belly. “All those midnight burger runs? The cuddles, snacks, and just one more slice of pizza? Sweetums, I’ve been noticing. And I am loving every cuddly curve of it.”
Gosh, so Wade did notice. “It’s not… It’s just a little—”
“A little perfect.” Wade took Peter’s hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing the back. “Besides! Your suit is spandex. It’s like the best fabric for handling all the extra good in your plenty.”
A look of concern crumpled Peter’s face. And it wasn’t even for Wade’s Good & Plenty reference, which – gross, who eats that stuff anyway? – but… whether his suit could … accommodate him. Sure, make it sound professional, Parker, that’ll fix it. He pinched an inch of the stretchy fabric, and crap, there wasn’t much room. Maybe this was worse than he thought.
“Babe,” Wade said sweetly, intuitively, putting his hands on Peter’s shoulders. “You’re spiraling.”
“Yeah, I’m spiraling just like those curly fries we had with those triple burgers at dinner. I doubt –” Peter’s heart was racing. “I doubt I can even swing on my patrol tonight. The webbing will probably break.”
The sad little scrunch of Peter’s expression made Wade’s heart melt like ice cream on a hot day, dribbling onto the pavement into a frowny face. “Baby-pie, if your webbing can hold 15 pounds ago you and a 210-pound merc muffin like me, I’m sure it can just hold you.”
Peter rubbed the back of his neck. “Do… Do you really think it’s 15 pounds?”
“Well… It’s not like I’m not counting that luscious, cuddly, sweet padding of yours. But, if you’d like me to, my hands, lips, and tongue are always available.”
“Wade.”
“Seriously, sweetums, it’s just a guess. You’ve heard of the freshman 15, well – this is the merc 15. It’s the perk of having a good dinner and extra cuddles with your oh-so-kissable-foodie-boyfriend every night when you first move in with him.”
Peter heard of the freshman 15, but he had never experienced it. His gaze dipped down, and craparoni and cheese, he really did have the softest curve of a belly, there was no denying it. “Merc 15…” Peter’s voice trailed off, and his lips pressed together in a tight line.
“Listen to me, my sweet little snuggle bug,” Wade spun Peter around so they were facing the mirror together, “there will be no spiral squad on my watch. Baby, just look at your hot self.”
Peter didn’t want to look. It was bad enough that he was in this body. But then, Wade tilted his chin, Peter catching their reflection.
“And I do mean this with all due respect, but I gotta say, you’re the hottest you’ve ever been. Your ass? -Uff!- ” Wade thrust his hips. “Petey-pie, I am blessed with that pushin’ for the cushion. A few more burritos and you’ll be in Wade Wilson ass territory.” Wade turned towards the mirror and gave himself a healthy slap.
The gesture was enough to crack (heh, crack, good one, Parker) a slight smile on Peter’s lips. He did love Wade’s ass. Well, he loved all of him, and, for some reason, a tiny part of him enjoyed having all of the food he wanted. But more importantly, he liked being able to enjoy it with Wade. “You’re impossible,” he said, shaking his head.
“Impossibly in love with you and your adorable little belly? Yep, guilty on all charges. Arrest me, Spider-Man! Or better yet, web me up.” Wade winked, fondling a buttery fold on Peter’s hip. “And I ain’t letting you out of this apartment without me showing you how much I love this for at least another ten minutes. You’re perfect, Parker.”
Peter melted like icing on a fresh cinnamon roll. No one had ever called him perfect before. Smart, a hero, annoying, a nerd, sure? But perfect? –Sigh-. Okay, okay, so maybe he didn’t mind so much. And maybe Wade saying nice things and having his hands all over him wasn’t the worst thing in the world.
“So. Maybe you’re right.” Peter fluttered his lashes. “But just ten minutes.”
“Babe, I’m gonna need at least five.”
“Wade, that’s literally less.”
“Sorry, bugaboo, you know math isn’t my strong suit. Except you plus me equals –”
“-- Love?”
Actual hearts were coming from Wade’s eyes. “That’s my favorite kind of math.”
Wade wrapped his arms tightly around Peter, like a tortilla on a burrito holding all the fillings together, and Peter dreamily gazed at their reflection. Okay… yeah, it felt nice. Better than nice actually. Truth was, Peter wouldn’t change a thing. “Maybe a little extra Peter isn't so bad.”
“I think you mean, a little extra Peter to love. And trust me…” Wade dropped to his knees, lips brushing over the curve of Peter’s belly. “I’ve got plenty of love to go around.”