Work Text:
There was a crumble of gravel as Spider-man landed his feet gracefully on the rooftop, with one merc-with-the-mouth in tow, hooked around his shoulders.
“How’s your leg?” Spider-man asked, as Deadpool hopped off of his shoulders.
“All good,” Deadpool said, popping the aforementioned leg coquettishly. “Thanks for asking.”
Spider-man snickered, before falling quiet.
“...Sorry that he snagged you. I – didn’t catch him fast enough.” Spider-man said quietly, looking down at the lower half of Deadpool’s suit. He fingered the tear, thumb rubbing over the newly healed skin underneath.
Deadpool observed the gesture, quietly. He didn’t quite understand it. Spider-man’s constant concern. Deadpool could see the gentle furrow of his brow, even through Spider-man’s mask.
“This is a little intimate, wouldn’t you say, Spidey?” Deadpool finally said, in a gentle tone of voice.
Spider-man’s touch on Deadpool’s upper thigh slowed as he was brought to awareness.
“Sorry.” Spider-man withdrew his hand.
“Not that I don’t love the attention, but I’m spoken for, you know. I have a sort-of serious boyfriend at home. His name is Peter.”
“Sort-of serious?” Spider-man didn’t mean for his voice to come out as high as it did.
“Weeeell, he’s kind of a drip sometimes,” Deadpool teased, and Spider-man felt his face heating up. Deadpool curled a finger under the seam of Spider-man’s mask, coyly. “And you’re Spider-man. Who wouldn’t make an exception?”
“I can’t believe you’re going to cheat on him.” Spider-man sounded entirely appalled, all the while lifting his mask over his lips.
“We have an arrangement,” Deadpool said, lips inching closer to Spider-man’s, so they were a breath apart. “He’ll be so turned on when I tell him about my steamy encounter with one webbed-wonder. Might even touch himself.”
Spider-man’s mouth hung open for a second.
Before he could orchestrate any indignant retort, Deadpool was licking into his mouth, and anything Spider-man had to say was lost in an indignant whine.
Deadpool stumbled back against the wall, pulling Spider-man over him so his slender, strong arms bracketed him. Deadpool’s hands fondled the muscle of Spider-man’s upper arms and shoulders, humming sounds of appreciation into the kiss.
“Love it when you carry me,” Deadpool grumbled in the kiss, “Love these arms, so strong, mmm.”
Spider-man preened a little. He rarely got any praise from Wade when he was out of the suit. This was a welcome change. But Deadpool had always had a high opinion of Spider-man.
Deadpool kind of liked to bully Peter Parker, though.
It’s so satisfying.
“Hey, you know what this reminds me of?” Spider-man said, breathlessly. He rethought his words immediately after saying them, falling silent.
Deadpool could read the subtle shift in Spider-man’s expression. The way his jaw clenched.
“...Our first kiss?” Deadpool whispered. His voice was hoarse.
Spider-man quietly pursed his lips and nodded slowly, eyes downturned.
For a second, Deadpool was silent.
“Well... how’s’about we give this one a happy ending? ” Deadpool suggested, lavisciously. “Call me old fashioned, but I’ve kind of always dreamt about being fucked against a wall by Spider-man.”
“Seems pretty tame for you.”
“Hey, you know me, I’m a romantic.”
Spider-man snickered.
It went silent between the two.
Deadpool looked at Spider-man expectantly.
Spider-man leaned away, nodding casually.
Before he gripped Deadpool’s suit harshly by the chest, lifting Deadpool up and throwing him hard up against the wall, so that his legs were dangling under him. Deadpool moaned.
“O-oh. Hello, Mr Stiffy…” there was a full-body tingle firing down Deadpool’s spine, directly to his dick. “Love it when you manhandle me, baby boy.”
“Call me Spider-man”, Spider-man demanded, pressing Deadpool into the wall firmer, enough to make Deadpool winded. “You call me Spider-man.”
“You Spider-man, me Jane”, Deadpool teased, but it was cut off by Spider-man pulling Deadpool roughly by his suit and Spider-man’s mouth colliding with his.
The kiss was harsh, with some bite to it. Deadpool submitted to it, letting Spider-man push his head back against the wall, and force his tongue past his lips.
Teeth and tongue, open mouths. Grunts and heavy, wet breathing. The sloppiest, messiest kiss the two had ever shared, and it parted with strings of saliva.
“This is disgusting ”, Deadpool remarked.
“I know you are but what am I?” Spider-man taunted, licking his raw, bitten lips.
Deadpool adored this side of Spider-man, and couldn’t help the grin spreading over his face.
“Ngh. A menace , that’s what you are, Spider-man.” Deadpool whined, deep and hoarse and guttural, against Spider-man’s ear. He tugged Spider-man’s earlobe roughly with his teeth, overplaying a moan. “You’re notorious.”
Spider-man shivered.
“Like I’ve never heard that one before,” Spider-man snarked, face hot.
Wandering hands that tickled through the front of his suit ceased any further thought from forming in Spider-man’s brain. Commando today, like most other days. The new suits were a lot more forgiving. There was definitely some truth to allegations against Spider-man. He was downright indecent.
Spider-man buried his face in Deadpool’s neck as Deadpool teased him through the layer of spandex.
“So, what do you say, Spider-man?” Deadpool whispered breathily against Spider-man’s mask. “You gonna fuck me against this wall, or am I gonna have to call a cab?”
Spider-man couldn’t help the groan that was pulled out of him by Deadpool’s obscene words.
“We can’t,” Spider-man sounded pained, “We don’t have –”
“Left pouch.”
Spider-man’s masked eyes widened. His hands followed Deadpool’s directions, fishing in said pouch before he pulled out a small tube of lubricant and a handful of condoms.
The massive lenses of Spider-man’s mask were fixed on Deadpool’s belt in total disbelief.
“Do you always –” Spider-man fumbled, “... Why do you have these in your pouch-belt? We’ve never –”
“It’s a pouch-belt of plot convenience,” Deadpool put simply. “You wouldn’t understand.”
Spider-man looked at Deadpool, incredulously.
“...Well,” Spider-man started, unhooking Deadpool’s belt buckle skillfully with one hand (he’d had practice at this). “Thank heavens for plot convenience.” His ungloved hand slipped into the front of Deadpool’s pants to give him a firm fondle.
“Ohh…” Deadpool exhaled, hips immediately bucking into the sweet touch. “We absolutely need to talk about your tenuous relationship with the fourth wall. Should I be concerned?”
“It’s just flirting,” Spider-man said, pressing kisses to Wade’s exposed throat. He felt Wade’s pulse hammering under his skin. “I only have eyes for you.”
Deadpool let out a choked laugh, flushing.
Before Deadpool knew it, Spider-man had unceremoniously yanked down Deadpool’s trousers, so he was bare to the elements. Deadpool let out a scandalised squeal, knocking his knees together.
“A little nip to the air,” Spider-man said in a kneel, taking in the sight.
Deadpool pressed his hands against the cold wall behind him, looking down at Spider-man embarrassedly. Spider-man couldn’t quite tell if it was genuine, or Deadpool was playing it up to add to the scandal of it all. He leaned more towards the latter. Deadpool was typically so shameless.
“... Perfect weather for it.” Spider-man finished, with an unbearable grin that Deadpool couldn’t stand .
In swift turn Deadpool had his ankles over Spider-man’s shoulders as Spider-man stretched him with one hand and stroked his erection with the other. Deadpool’s body could do very little more than twitch in anticipation.
“Can’t believe it’s taken us so long to finally get around to this.” Deadpool said, resting his head back against the brick wall. He closed his eyes, getting lost in the feeling of Spider-man’s strong, diligent hands taking good care of him. “Shame on us.”
“ Something about this is certainly shameful,” Spider-man retorted, placing a kiss on Deadpool’s cock. “Can’t quite put my finger on it.” He said absentmindedly, rubbing at Deadpool’s cockhead with his thumb.
“I think it’s you,” Deadpool groaned as he started to rock impatiently against Spider-man’s fingers. “Ngh. I’m ready, Pete – Spider-man.”
Peter couldn’t help the tingle of the forbidden that he felt every time Wade called him Spider-man. It made him feel powerful. Something Peter Parker rarely felt.
“Show me what you got. Better pull out all the stops, I want my money’s worth on this free-pass,” Deadpool grunted as Spider-man removed his fingers, “...make my boyfriend jealous. ”
“So demanding. ” Spider-man said, slipping on a rubber. “I’m sure this Peter guy is excellent in bed.”
“You wouldn’t know, you’ve never met him.” Deadpool mumbled as Spider-man pushed inside. Smooth, tight heat. “Hair’s a real turn-off. He should wear a mask.”
“ Wade.” Peter hung his head miserably, finally breaking character. “You’re starting to cut deep now. My bruised ego can only take so much.”
Wade stopped, looking guilty for a moment. “Sorry, Pete. I –” He started, before he was cut off with a moan as Peter bottomed out inside of him.
“Wait. Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. You were apologising.” Peter said, perking up. His hips were agonisingly still. “I love it when you apologise.”
“Too bad, the moment’s gone now”, Deadpool said petulantly, looking away. “I have an allowance of one emotionally sincere moment a day.”
“What? That’s so stingy.” Spider-man grumbled, starting to rock into Deadpool. “I have like, five. At least.”
“Check your privilege, Spider-man.” Deadpool said, tightening his thighs around Spider-man’s shoulders and, by extension, his dick. “Tears are so expensive, you know.”
Spider-man bit his lip. A weird, complicated emotion coiled in his stomach. Deadpool made him feel that way a lot, and it was indescribable.
Spider-man bit down that feeling too. And thrust into Deadpool harder, faster.
Deadpool let out a shuddering moan, burying his face in his shoulder. His hands gripped the brick wall desperately, and he was shifting and angling his hips to get it just right.
Spider-man’s grip on Deadpool’s waist was like iron.
“Oh! Spider-man!” Deadpool begged, rocking desperately for more. “Give it to me! Harder!”
Spider-man obliged Deadpool’s obscene demands, pushing Deadpool further up the wall to let gravity do half of the work. Deadpool was bouncing against every thrust, and moaning obscenities .
Nothing could’ve prepared Spider-man for just how vocal Deadpool became whenever they did this. He should’ve expected it, and he’d always imagined…
Spider-man shook his head, sweating under his mask. He didn’t want to think about how much he’d thought about this.
In short measure, Deadpool came, untouched and moaning Spider-man’s name unabashedly. His hips bucked wildly as he rode it out, a wide, satisfied grin plastered on the exposed lower half of his face.
Spider-man slowed as Deadpool came down, breathing heavily.
“So good , Spider-man,” Deadpool licked his lips, downright obscene.
“Yeah, yeah.” Spider-man panted. It was still early for him. “Like I’ve never heard that one before.”
Spider-man shifted, about to pull out when Deadpool tightened again.
“Woah, woah, waitasecondnow. What do you think you’re doing?”
Spider-man looked at Deadpool, a little conflicted.
“I-I don’t know if I’m in the mood right now, Wade.” Peter admitted, voice small.
“The cock that is still buried in my ass tells otherwise, Peter.”
Peter opened his mouth, in an attempt to vocalise… something. He shut it again.
“Oh, no. This is another one of your emotionally sincere moments, isn’t it? Couldn’t have picked a worse time, Pete. Worst timing ever, really.”
“Could you stop making fun of me? For once, Wade?” Peter said. “You torture me, sometimes. You know you do it.”
Deadpool was silent.
Both of them were. Spider-man had his head bowed, and couldn’t look at Deadpool.
“So,” Deadpool said finally, “why don’t you teach me a fucking lesson then.”
Spider-man looked up, expression entirely unreadable behind big lensed eyes.
“...what?”
Deadpool taunted, tensing his thighs and rolling his hips. “Teach me. A fucking. Lesson. Spider-man.”
There was a feeling searing in Spider-man’s chest. He hated this feeling and only Wade fucking Wilson made him feel this way. Wade was testing his limits. Seeing just how much he could get away with before he pushed Peter away entirely.
Peter knew this game.
“Fuck you.” Spider-man bit.
“Yes, please.” Deadpool ground down, and Spider-man’s body shivered outside of his control. “Give me everything. Don’t hold back.”
Spider-man’s grip on Deadpool’s thighs was definitely enough to bruise, but Deadpool kept fucking himself against Spider-man, challenging him. Daring him.
And a little bit of Spider-man wanted to.
Deadpool knew how to worm out the ugly in Spider-man more than anyone could.
Because he knew him.
Down to the core.
Peter stepped back with a sigh, and Deadpool made a surprised noise as his back slid down the wall. Their bodies were still linked. Peter wanted to be here. Wanted to be inside Wade.
Deadpool was still. Wide eyes behind the mask scanned Spider-man.
Spider-man leant in close, bringing hands to Deadpool’s masked face. Deadpool seized up, flinching in the tender touch. Spider-man’s thumbs dipped under the fabric of the mask.
Peter kissed Wade, forceful, but loving. Peter sighed immediately in the kiss, inhaling again deeply. Like Wade was the air he breathed.
Wade closed his eyes, and his hands that’d previously gripped the cold, unloving brickwork now hooked around Peter’s lean, strong shoulders.
Peter’s fingers ventured further up Wade’s mask, caressing skin. The fabric slipped further up Wade’s cheekbones. Wade’s face was warm.
Wade brought a hand up to his mask, ridding himself of it. It feathered to the ground, and the kiss continued, Peter starting to tentatively rock into Wade. Slow, meaningful.
“I-I get it now,” Wade breathed in the kiss, “You can’t come if you’re not looking at this pretty face.”
Peter leant back to look at Wade, and nodded.
“...I-I think you gave me feelings.” Peter admitted.
“Gross,” Wade said, “keep your cooties away from me.”
“What are you, five?”
“Emotionally?” Wade shuddered when Peter’s angle was just right. “Yeah.”
“I have met five year olds more emotionally mature than you,” Peter softly quipped, as he rolled deep into Wade.
“Fair.” Wade resigned, submitting entirely to Peter’s agonisingly slow pace, and the torturous kisses Peter was peppering down his neck. Foreplay after he’d already come once? Peter Parker truly was some kind of romantic idiot.
The two were silent as the rest of it played out. Wade being petulant and fussy, rocking his hips every now and again to goad Peter into going faster. Peter stayed firm. Kissing Wade, slowly. Gradually working his way up to a crescendo, in perfect time.
Peter came, rocking deeply into Wade, breath hot against Wade’s lips.
Wade brought a hand to his own cock, hastily bringing himself to a second climax whilst he still had Peter inside him.
He called out Peter’s name.
At last, Wade fell limp against the wall, totally and entirely boneless. Peter had his face buried in the crook of Wade’s neck, and felt the frantic pulse of Wade’s heart under his skin.
Wade’s heart.
Peter spread a hand over Wade’s heaving chest.
He wished he could crawl inside it.
“Hey, Romeo.” Wade said, breathlessly, “You gonna pull out, or you gonna start paying rent?”
Peter snorted, “I don’t know, I like it in here.” Peter kissed Wade. “Love what you’ve done with the place.”
Wade grinned, all teeth.
“I like you in here too, but it’ll be a bit difficult to websling home with your dick in my ass, wouldn’t you say?”
“Don’t know.” Peter said. “Willing to try.”
Wade hit Peter upside the head affectionately.
“You’re a menace, Spider-man.”