Harry sighed; eyes still closed, and straightened his legs out from how he'd curled up earlier. He kicked at the blankets that were piled on top of him as well, feeling sweaty and kind of gross. He groaned a bit when he squinted his eyes open.

He felt like he'd taken too many sleeping pills or something. His head didn't hurt really, just felt stuffed with wool and when he moved, he felt like he was trying to move through malaises. He sat up, knees pulled up and resting his cheek against them, frowning.

His hair was sticking to the back of his neck with sweat and he really wanted a shower but the bathroom seemed way too many steps away from him at that moment. Also, there was something weird tickling the back of his mind, like he thought maybe he'd woken up strange?

His thoughts were definitely running slower than they should because he flushed when he did remember how the night before had ended, remembered how Peter and Wade had sandwiched him between them and what they had said and done.

What had that been? Did it mean what he'd thought? Peter had kissed him, but it had been so brief and light that Harry was having a hard time believing that hadn't been a part of his dreams. They obviously hadn't stayed, anyway. Where were they?

Harry had just been about to try and get up the energy to swing his legs over the side of the bed when his door burst open and Wade was standing there. Harry turned his head so that his chin was sitting on his knees instead, blinking at the sight before him.

Wade was wearing his Deadpool outfit, although he'd removed the weapons and mask. There was a fresh rip along one of his biceps suggesting he'd gone out recently to get it, but he was also wearing an apron over it. It was garishly pink and purple with the kiss the cook moniker standing out in a very clashing yellow. He was holding a tray absolutely loaded with food.

"Hey, kitten," he said with a grin, stepping aside for Peter, who set up a stand so he could sit the tray down.

The both of them piled onto the bed on either side of him again and Harry smiled softly despite how crappy he felt. "Nice accessory," he said, reaching over to tug at Wade's apron.

"Yeah. Aren't you gonna follow the directions?" Wade wiggled his hairless eyebrows.

Harry froze for just a second, glancing at Peter who was smiling at them both as he rearranged the tray so they could reach the food. "I…Okay…" But it was Wade who leaned down to do the kissing.

It didn't last much longer than Peter's had last night but they were both there, both smiling at him and Harry leaned sideways, into Peter, and accepted the bite of eggs Wade offered on his fork.

Still, he had to confirm. "I…Does this mean…? I mean, are we…?"

Wade reached over to boop his nose. "Of course it does, kitten." Peter squeezed him, and leaned down to put his face in Harry's shoulder, kissing the junction between his shoulder and neck briefly.

It was enough of a confirmation and Harry felt lighter than he had in a very long time. He grinned himself and let them feed him. He still felt like crap physically but it had been a very long time since he'd felt so great inside.

"You should sleep more," Peter commented after the food was gone, but Harry shook his head, grimacing when Peter swept his hand through his hair and he could feel the drying sweat.

"I need a shower."

There was a moment of silence where he was pretty sure Peter and Wade were having another silent conversation when Wade spoke up again. "You seem a little shaky, kitten. Maybe you shouldn't go alone."

Something jolted in Harry's chest at that and he squinted up at them, considering. "Both of you offering to come?"

Wade grinned, probably at the unintentional innuendo and Peter chuckled into his hair. "Want to find out if we all fit in that tub?"

"I'm game, baby boy," Wade said and they were standing. Peter had lifted Harry into his arms before Harry could even try to protest the action but he simply smiled softly into Peter's shoulder.

Watching them both strip was nice, as well. The look in their eyes managed to wipe away most of the insecurities he might have felt about how much smaller he was than the both of them. He was in the center again, and he let them wash him.

It was nice, more than actually, and he kind of couldn't believe it was happening after he'd been pining for them for what had felt like such a long time. When a soap slick hand moved lower, he didn't protest it.

By the time he came down from the orgasm from just those hands, his muscles felt like jelly and he was drowsy and content. Peter carried him again, Wade put him in one of his own shirts to sleep in and he was once again sandwiched between them on the bed. He was very much content in that moment with his front pressed against Peter, his back pressed against Wade.

He was on the verge of sleep when the voice came from above. "Love you."

He thought they'd both said it, voices mingled together as they squeezed him a little tighter. He fell asleep smiling into Peter's skin.