Work Text:
“Show me how you do it,” the two are seated across from each other on Wade’s egregiously huge bed when Wade asks Peter to imitate the movement.
“DP, this is childish,” Peter says unamused.
“C’mon, it’s not like it’s the real thing!” Wade is loving every second of this interaction. Peter is sitting on top of one of Wade's poor (read: extremely lucky) pillows.
“Yeah, I know, which is why it’s childish,” Peter looks at him with another wave of annoyance, “and it doesn’t matter anyway! I’m just bad at it, it’s fine”.
They were having one of their semi-monthly all-nighters and talking about their favorite Studio Ghibli films. It wasn’t necessarily a tradition; it just so happens that about 1-2 times a month, Peter won’t be able to sleep because something is stressing him out.
Sometimes it’s worrying about paying his rent or studying for a class he has to pass if he wants to get his Master’s on time.
Other times, he can’t pinpoint what it is. He’ll stare at the ceiling, racking his brain for anything he might have forgotten or that he has to do and can’t come up with anything.
During those times, Wade will hear a knock at his window at 2AM and turn over to see Peter crouching on his fire escape, like tonight.
It had just hit 3:10 when Peter mentioned Howl’s Moving Castle and Wade commented on wanting to ride Christian Bale until Calcifer went out.
Peter throws a playful eyeroll, “I don’t get the big deal about that anyway”.
“About Christian Bale?! Wow…and you almost made me believe you had good taste,” Wade gasps with the utmost offense.
Peter quickly corrects, “No, not Christian Bale. I get it. I mean…” He gestures with his hands, “You know…that”.
Wade, even more confused than before, “Riding?”
Peter stands by his statement, “Yeah, that. I just never got the hype. It only feels good for the top and your knees get bruised”.
Wade’s astonishment is doubled, “Wow! A lot of definitive words there, Petey”.
“Well, I’m just being honest. It’s just not one of my favorites,” Peter shrugs.
Wade doesn’t accept, “You’re probably doing it wrong,” he reasons.
It’s Peter’s turn to take offense. “Not that it’s any of your business but I’ve never gotten a complaint before, thank you,” he scoffs.
Wade ungraciously observes Peter, “I mean, I wouldn’t complain if I were under you either”. Wade shoots a wink that makes Peter a little more aware of the absurdity of the conversation.
Peter shakes his head, hoping to hide the small smile threatening to show itself, “Are you able to be serious for one second”.
“Oh, I am very…very…very…very serious, baby boy,” Wade emphasizes with a lip bite. Peter ignores him.
“But yeah, it’s whatever,” Peter shoos his thoughts away.
Wade chases, “Wait nononono, let’s get to the bottom of it! What doesn’t feel good about it?” He looks at Peter with curiosity as he waits for him to confirm his theory. Hypothesis? Whatever.
Peter knows that if he were more awake, he probably would’ve shut down the conversation long ago.
Peter recalls, “Well…it hurts most of the time and by the time I get used to it, the springs in my bed are literally digging in my knees”.
“Hmmmmmm,” Wade strokes his imaginary beard.
“Hmm?”
“Yeah,” Wade nods. “Yeah, you’re definitely doing it wrong and you need a new bed.”
Peter reiterates, feeling weirdly competitive about it, “I swear I’m not!”
“Well…” Wade gestures to the pillow beside Peter, “Guess, there’s one way to find out!”
—
After some convincing and a “I’ll try my best” promise from Wade to not make it weird, Peter finds himself on top of the cushion, feeling silly and-
“This is so dumb,” Peter continues to sigh and wonders why he let Wade talk him into this.
“Just try!” Wade is sitting up against his headboard and Peter is mounted on the foot of the bed as they face each other.
“I really don’t get the point,” Peter shifts uncomfortably in his slouched position. “This won’t change anything,” Peter offers some wisdom.
Wade huffs and mumbles, knowing full well that Peter can hear him, “And you wonder why…”
“Excuse me?” Peter audibly questions as he straightens his back. That competitive feeling zips into Peter’s brain again, “Fine!”
Peter saddles himself onto the middle of the pillow and grips the top. He looks at anything but Wade as he awkwardly rocks into it. He can feel that he’s moving his shoulders more than his hips so he lifts himself up and down weakly.
He stops to sigh in frustration, “…Maybe you’re right”.
The side of Wade’s mouth bunches into a frown, “Oh, you poor soul,” as empathy laced with satisfaction coats his tone.
Peter looks at the fool in front of him, “Okay, so what now?”
Wade smiles, “I thought you’d never ask!”
Peter rolls his eyes for maybe the five hundredth time today, “Whatever. Just get it on with-”.
“Come here.” Wade cuts Peter off with a daring tone as he makes a show of spreading his legs a bit more and relaxing further into the headboard. Wade tilts his head, “Let me show you. I mean, unless you don’t want to get better,” he baits.
Peter scoffed in disbelief, “I’m not riding you, Wade”. He knows what he’s trying to do and he refuses to fall for it.
“You can’t learn anything on that pillow. Best way to do it is on a person, besides, who could be better than me?” Wade’s pleased with himself as he sees his words register within Peter, “I’ve been told I’m an amazing teacher”.
Peter squints at him and sucks his teeth. He knows Wade is right but the situation is just too unbelievable for Peter to comply.
He shifts his gaze between Wade, who’s smirking in a way that tap dances on all of Peter’s nerves, and the pillow lying limp and particularly sad under him. He looks to Wade again. The pillow. Back to Wade. Back to the stupid pillow.
He takes a minute to answer and Wade raises his hands in faux-surrender as he starts, “‘Kay. Suit yourself-”
Peter grumbles, “Fine,” denying any eye contact.
Wade’s eyes light up. “Hmm?” Wade cups his ear for effect, “I didn’t quite catch that”.
Peter lifts his head in aggravation, “I said fine! But the pants stay on.”
Wade flashes his pearly whites as he gasps, “Of course! I’m a gentleman, sweetheart!”.
He motions Peter towards him, “Now get on top of me”.
Peter shakes his head at Wade’s idiocy as he moves to do exactly as he said.
Peter crept to the side of Wade, still on his knees. Wade eyed him the whole way there just to add to Peter’s self-consciousness.
“You’re an assho—“
Wade grabs Peter’s waist and guides his leg to the other side of his lap, “Yeah, yeah, I get it”. Wade stares at the man above him and rubs his thumbs up and down Peter’s sides, through his “I <3 SZA” shirt. Peter is hovering just a few inches over his lap, watching in irritation.
He continues to mock Peter, “I’m an asshole and you’re embarrassed and this is stupid…” He lowers Peter to sit closer, leaving a few centimeters of space, as Peter holds onto the headboard.
“And,” he brushes and rolls Peter’s hips back and forth to the rhythm of his words, holding eye contact, “and, and, and, and, and, and, and…”
“Okay, I get it,” Peter looks away and pauses the broken record. He gets the gist and tries to move with him. Back and forth, rigid against Wade’s movements.
“You have to relax your hips, baby boy,” Wade continues to move him languidly. “Like this. Don’t overthink it, it’s all in the core.” Wade loosens his grip to guide Peter softly, “Roll up…roll down”.
Peter feels his hips stutter two, three more times before he starts to become familiar with the motion.
Roll up, roll down. Roll up, roll down. Peter repeats to himself as he stares at the wall behind Wade.
Roll up, roll down. Roll up, roll down. He allows his eyes to shut as he gets into a melodic routine. The fabric of his shorts moves against Wade’s sweats. It kinda feels good.
Roll up, roll down. Roll up, roll down. He frees the headboard as he leans back and braces himself on the soft mattress. He feels something press against him but it’s grounding and he doesn’t want to lose momentum.
Roll up, roll down. Roll up, roll down. He rolls deeper into the feeling. It’s so much easier this way, definitely better than the pillow.
Wade, in a breath, “Yeah?,” he muses as Peter relishes in the sturdiness of the weight under him.
Mm hmm—wait.
Peter quickly opens his eyes, looking down to where they meet. Wade has completely removed his hands from Peter’s hips to brace himself as he angles his hips upward.
Peter’s hips stiffen, suddenly aware of the intimacy of the position as he and Wade lock onto each other. He’s flush against Wade’s lap and his heart beats faster when he realizes what he’s been grinding against.
“Are you hard?” Peter shoots his head up to the merc.
Wade tilts his head slightly and speaks in an obvious tone, “If you’re ever in my line of sight and I’m not packing heat, there is a very big problem, Petey-baby”.
Peter scoffs and shakes his head, speechless at his friend’s ability to be so blatantly vulgar at all times. He stays on top of him nonetheless.
He glares once more. “You’re a dick,” he practically throws the dog a bone.
Wade holds back a laugh and decides to settle for antagonizing him more, “I have so many things I could say that, love, but I’d much rather get back to the lesson”.
Peter doesn’t budge so Wade continues. “I mean, unless you’re tired?” Wade taunts. “That would explain how…” he scans the man who he can feel vibrating on all of the right places, “…stiff you are”.
The stubbornness in Peter possesses him in an instant. Tired? Stiff?!
He understands the ridiculousness of it all but for some reason, his pride just won’t let him seem incapable. I’ll show you stiff!
Even if it means dry humping a mercenary.
Peter laughs incredulously as he realizes he’s been baited and watches Wade with a little respect for his game.
He slowly nods his head, “Stiff. Ha! Hm. Okay then”.
“Okay?” Wade doesn’t expect such a neutral answer.
“Yeah. Okay.” Peter gathers the courage and continues to nod. The only way to take a man off his high horse is to tip him over.
“Show me.”
“Alright,” Wade smiles at the change in Peter’s demeanor.
“First things fi-“
Peter puts his finger up, “Take your pants off,” as he lifts to remove his own.
Wade almost jumps, “Huh?!”
Peter affirms with a saccharine grin, “You heard me,” now standing next to the bed, and drops his shorts. “Go on.”
“I-, ha,” Wade sputters. “You-, are you okay?” Wade questions, thinking that Peter must be delirious due to the lack of sleep, but hastily removes them anyway.
“You wanna be realistic? I can give you realistic. We can go allllll the way,” Wade gets a front-seat view of the crazed look in Peter’s eyes as he climbs back on top of him, holding onto his shoulders for stability, and elicits a gasp from him that Peter neglects.
“Teach me,” he asks calmly, gratified with the effect he’s having on Wade.
Wade is surprised and a little nervous but in a turned-on, do-your-worst-to-me kind of way. He releases a broken breath, “Baby boy, I don’t think you understand what you’re saying right now. It’s 4 and-“.
“Uhnt uhnt, you wanna teach me right?” Peter shakes his head no as he opens his legs more to press even further onto Wade. “Mm mm. No shortcuts. I’ll give you what you want. I’m ready,” he doesn’t wait for Wade to respond.
He guides Wade’s hands to his sides and starts to move, staring at Wade’s chest and it rises and falls. Roll up, roll down. Roll up, roll down.
Peter’s clit rubs against Wade every other roll but he fights to ignore the wave of pleasure that washes over him and continues feigning his composure, “Like this right?”
Wade feels Peter twitch on his cock and thinks he’s hallucinating. He takes the time to gather his words and nods.
Peter leans back again, conviction rolling deep inside him. Roll up, roll down. Roll up, roll down. It’s not perfect timing but it’s something.
Peter takes Wade’s silence and continues. Roll up, roll down. Roll up, roll down.
Wade has concluded that he is definitely hallucinating. He feels his breaths getting heavier and all of his nerves are on fire, but he sees how much Peter is overthinking again and he can’t allow that in good faith.
He holds Peter still, “Just let go”. Peter shoots his eyes back up to Wade’s eyes as he continues. “The more you think about keeping a rhythm, the less you focus on how it feels for you.” Wade starts to use his grip on Peter to guide him again and Peter grunts softly as he keeps his gaze.
“Sorry for teasin’,” Peter masks his surprise at the apology and holds his breath to suppress any more sounds. “I thought it’d be funny, yes, but I actually do want you to enjoy yourself.” He rolls his own hips Peter particularly deep and Peter shuts his eyes as he bites back a moan. He opens them again, refusing to look affected. His clit is kissing Wade with every grind now.
“You spend so much time worrying about everything else, use this time to take your mind off that,” he advises. Wade tries to follow Peter’s eyes as he leads by example and openly loses his composure. Wade’s eyes close as dig his hips into the younger man. His breaths are low but labored and uneven.
Peter feels his heart pounding in his ears. This is…
Peter responds faster than he thinks, he releases the air he’s been holding hostage and rocks with Wade. “You’re a n-nuisance,” he loses his short-lived will and moves with the man.
Wade looks at Peter, wanton and willing. He says in a breathy whisper, “Yeah?” He searches for more of the firepower Peter had earlier and grins when he’s met with nothing, “Tell me what else I am”
They move together, faces centimeters apart. They drink each other in as the pressure builds. Wade keeps pace for the both of them effortlessly and waits for Peter’s reprimand. The feeling of Wade’s hands, strong against him and his cock providing an intoxicating firmness that puts that long forgotten pillow to shame. Peter’s head is hazy again.
He exhales weakly, “You feel really fucking good, right now”.
Wade continues his movements with fervor, “You feel even better”.
Peter tingles at the praise and he finally feels the wetness that’s been pooling in his boxers. “Mmmm,” a fractured hum rumbles from Peter’s throat.
“Mmmm,” Wade mocks as he squeezes into the sensitive parts of Peter’s sides. The haze in Peter’s brain quickly becomes a fog and his entire body feels hot. He hasn’t been able to focus on anything but the color of Wade’s hypnotizing irises and the way that his chest strains against the shirt that’s definitely a size too small.
Wade can definitely feel Peter clench through their underwear because he lets out a soft “damn” at the sensation and Peter loses his grip on reality.
“Fuck,” Peter suddenly lifts himself and tears through his bottoms. The man under him quickly reacts and does the same.
“Fuck you,” Peter asserts and lines himself with the tips of Wade’s cock. “Fucking ‘Show me, I’ll teach you’ my ass. You fucking,” he sinks himself onto the tip and doesn’t expect the stretch to throw him so off guard, “d-dick”.
Wade swears he died and went to some amazingly perfect version of heaven, specifically curated for him and only him. He has to make a serious effort to calm himself so he doesn’t cum on the spot. The way Peter reacts to his size does much to his ego.
He’s in agony the longer it takes for Peter to mount him. He has an uninterrupted view of his dick slipping inside Peter’s entrance and he bites his lip so hard that he tastes metal.
Peter gives a long, shaky sigh as the texture along Wade’s shaft catches against every ridge inside him. “You’re so—mmph, fuck—,” Peter omits telling Wade how big he is or how sexy he looks eyeing him like that, “Just stop talking”.
“But I wasn’t—”
“Stop. Talking.”
Peter takes a deep breath in, out, and sinks completely onto him.
They both hiss at the feeling.
“Ahhh, you’re tight as fuck,” Wade uses his finger pads to massage soothing circles into Peter’s back.
Peter puts his comment on hold while he gets used to the length twitching inside him and then, “You don’t fucking listen—ah, ngh-”.
“I could listen to you all day,” Wade slowly begins to sway Peter’s hips and Peter can’t control the air being pumped out of him.
Wade, encouraged by Peter’s reaction, coos, “God, look at your face”.
He attempts to wheedle Peter into moving on his own. He continues, “You’re so cute when you give in,” he lifts Peter off of him a bit with the roll up and slides him back down with another.
Wade brushes against the bundle of nerves and Peter lets out an unadulterated moan, “Aghh, right there—ha”. He speaks faster than he can think but is too focused on the rush inside of him to care.
“C’mon, baby boy. You can do it,” Wade whispers. Peter, effectively pavloved, chases the feeling and lifts himself on and off.
Roll up, roll down. Roll up, roll down.
Of course, I can do it.
Roll up, roll down. Roll up, roll down.
“C’mon, baby boy. You can do it,” plays in Peter’s head over and over and he gets this sense of deja vu but it’s plowed over by the beautiful texture of Wade’s dick sliding in and out of him. He rides faster.
Roll up, roll down. Roll up, roll down.
He feels his hips stutter whenever he finally grinds just the right way. He tries to replicate it.
Roll up, roll down. Roll up, roll down, he mantras as he dips his head mindlessly into Wade’s neck, he can feel his heart beating almost as loud as he can hear it.
Roll up, roll down. Roll up, roll down.
Roll up, roll down. Roll up, roll down.
He’s finally able to hit his g-spot on every roll down and it feels so,
“…fucking good. You feel so fucking good, Wade, fuck,” Peter pants into Wade’s ear uncaring of how the man under him feels the life being drained from his body like a straw. Wade let go of Peter’s hips and had been letting Peter work him for the last however long.
Wade holds in all the comments he could make about how sexy Peter looks riding him or how he wants to stay inside him forever and settles for regulating his breath as Peter rides him into the sunset like a ranger on the back of his sturdy horse.
Roll up, roll down. Roll up, roll down.
Peter feels that spring coiling in him tighter and tighter as his rhythm breaks again.
Rolluprolldownrolluprolldown.
He feels his mantra melt and it gets harder to keep his pace.
Rolluprolldownrolluprolldown.
Wade warns, “Peter, I’m—”
The spring snaps at the sound of his name. Shockwaves run through Peter and he rides himself through the feeling, kissing Wade in the process. Wade responds hungrily and thrusts into Peter as he pushes himself over the edge.
Peter hears the ringing in his ears and he loses all function, completely collapsing with a soft exhale.
After a beat, Wade interrupts the silence with a ragged sigh, “I told you so”.