Narrator's POV

Peter began to wake up as the sound of the morning commute filled his ears. He was a lot warmer than usual. The sheets were warm and soft. He didn't want to get out of bed, but he had to. He slowly opened his eyes, focusing on the image in front of him. He was confused.

In front of him was a closet. Wasn't there a window before? And what happened to his StarWars action figure collection?

Wait, a minute. This wasn't his room. Where was he?

His breath quickened. "This isn-"

"Good Morning~" Came a voice.

"Ah." Peter gasped.

"Aww Honeybutt, did I scare you?"

Peter turned his head behind him. Wade laid behind him, spooning him.

"Wade, where am I?" He asked.

"My house, my room, my bed." Wade said.

"How'd I get here?" Peter asked, relaxing now.

"Well after we got tangled in your webs yesterday, you sorta kinda passed out. I cut us free and took you home with me." Wade explained.

"Oh." Peter closed his eyes again, sighing. Oh, he was so warm. "Mmm~ These pajamas are so comfortable. They're just like the ones I've got at home."

"I outgrew them a while a-"

"Wait. Where's my phone?" Peter felt around for it.

"I put it in the sock drawer. Tony kept calling you, and it was getting annoying." Wade said.

"Wade!" Peter got up and went over to the dresser, searching for it. "He's probably worried sick.

"Oh, come back to bed with me Spidey." Wade said, taking a rope out of nowhere and lassoing Peter, pulling him back to bed.

"Wade, what if-"

"Shhh. He probably already assumed you're here with me." Wade said, spooning Peter again.

Peter felt Wade's hand trail up the pajamas top. "Wait, how'd I get these on anyway?" He questioned.

"I put them on you." Wade answered, pulling the bottom half of his mask up and kissed the back of Peter's neck.

"So you undressed me?" Peter blushed.

"Uh-huh." Wade said. "And may I say, you're truly a work of art." Wade whispered in Peter's ear, sending shivers down his spine.

"Th-Thanks." Peter shivered.

Wade chuckled. "How cute." He kissed Peter's neck.

Peter squirmed under Wade's grasp, placing a hand behind Wade's head; pulling him closer. He stopped in realization of something. "Wade, are you wearing nothing but your mask?"

"Mhm." Wade ran his hand down to Peter's abdomen, messing with the elastic of the pajama bottoms.

"Wade." Peter tried pulling Wade's hand away.

"Come on Honeybutt. There's nothing to be afraid of, I've already seen it." Wade said in between the little nibbles he was giving Peter.

"It's not that. I just thINK! WADE!" Peter jumped a little. Wade had reached his hand down in between Peter's legs and taken a hold of him. "W-Wade..." Peter's face was as red as a tomato.

"Are you a virgin Peter?" Wade asked.

"Y-Your hands are cold." Peter said, gripping a pillow tightly in his arms.

"Ah. I see." Wade said, starting to move his hand up and down slowly. "Have you ever...you know..."

"Have a I ever what?" Peter asked, his legs trying to cross over each other to get Wade's hands off of him.

"You know...touched yourself?" Wade asked, pushing Peter's right leg away with the hand that wasn't holding the sensitive organ in it.

"Um, no." Peter said, his face became hot. The rest of his body also became hot.

"So you've never had an orgasm before?" Wade asked.

"No." Peter said again.

"Ooooooo Petey." Wade removed his hand from Peter, and sat up.

Peter gave a small sigh of relief. "Thank goodness." He said under his breath.

"Do you want to know what one feels like?" Wade asked. "Haven't you ever been curious?" He began to put himself deeper into the sheets.

"Well yeah, but I'm not into that sort of thing." Peter said, propping himself up with his elbows; trying to look for Wade as he had disappeared into the sheets. "What are you doing?" Peter laughed, seeing Wade's head making a bulge in the sheets.

"Do you want to maybe... I don't know...have one?" Wade asked, popping his head out of the sheets in between Peter's legs.

"Right now?" Peter asked.

"Why not? I don't mind?" Wade said.

"Uh...but won't it hurt?" Peter asked, a little nervous.

"Oh no, no Honeybutt. We won't get into that, well not yet. You're not ready for that. It hurts like a bitch. I'm taking about this..." Wade pointed in between Peter's legs. "...in here." Wade pointed at his mouth.

"Um, isn't that a little..." Peter shrugged. Wade looked at him. "...gross?" Peter finished.

"Come on Petey." Wade said, lifting up Peter's shirt and kissing his sternum. Peter blushed. Just thinking about it made him feel weird.

"I mean... If you want to, I guess we could." Peter said, looking alway.

"It's up to you Honeybutt. It has to be okay with you first." Wade looked Peter in the eyes. "If you don't want to, we can always wait until you're ready."

"I mean, I want to...but won't it be extremely awkward?" Peter said. "I'll just get all shy and stupid."

"It's okay, I'll be under the sheets if that makes you more comfortable." Wade said.

"That seems like a good idea." Peter said, blushing a little.

"You're so cute Petey." Wade leaned forward for a kiss. They shared a sweet kiss, then Wade pulled away.

"Please be gentle." Peter said, his cheeks tainted a little red.

"I'll be as gentle as ever." Wade whispered, before giving Peter a small peck on the lips and kissed his chin. He trailed small little kisses down Peter's torso.

"Mph~" Peter let out every once in a while. Wade reached the elastic of Peter's pants. He looked up at Peter before putting the covers over himself. He felt Wade pull his pajama bottoms down. Peter closed his eyes tightly and gripped the sheets. "Ah." He gasped, his eyes fell wide open when he felt Wade's tongue on his tip.

Th-This isn't that bad...

He thought. It felt nice. It wasn't too much, but it wasn't too little. He felt a small tingling sensation in his lower abdomen. His breath was a little faster than usual, but not by much.

"W-Wade!" Peter yelped when he felt all of him go in Wade's mouth. He tossed his head back. Wade began to bob his head up and down on him. Peter's legs began to shake. He couldn't tell what what he was feeling.

He felt sore in between his inner thighs, but they tickled. It was like little electrocutions happening up and down his body. The veins in his neck were getting ready to pop, as he tossed his head back, panting for air.

"Oh god. Wade~" Peter moaned, he placed a trembling hand over Wade's head. He felt his stomach clench. "W-Wade. Wade. Sto-" He gasped for air. "Mph! Stop. Wa-" He covered his mouth, muffling the scream that erupted from his vocal chords. His chest rose and fell quickly. He felt weak, limp. He felt so heavy. He kept his hand over his mouth.

Wade peeked his head out from under the sheets. "A-Are you okay?" He asked.

"Mhmm~" Peter's voice was a little shaky. His legs continued to tremble.

"God, you're so hot." Wade said, going up to Peter's face and kissing his neck.

"Mm... Wade..." Peter felt numb all over, a good numb. His skin burned with every touch Wade gave it.

"I really want to take you right now." Wade said, cupping Peter's chin, smirking. Peter's face was pure slack, his cheeks were stained a bright red.

"Uh-huh..." Peter said, staring at the ceiling with his eyes glad lidded. He was in the afterglow.

Wade pulled Peter into a rough kiss, but ended it shortly. "Lets get you home."

///0///0

"Oh thank goodness you're okay Peter." Tony pulled his son in for a hug as he and Wade had just arrived home. "I was worried sick." Tony said.

"Peter!" Oliver said, running to his big brother and dad hugging.

"Oliver!" Peter said, breaking away from Tony's embrace and picking up his little brother. "How've you been buddy?"

"Good."

"Thank you Wade for bringing him home safely." Stephen said. "I hope he wasn't a whole lot of trouble."

"Not at all." Wade said, smiling at Peter while he held his baby brother.