The next day it took Peter three solid hours of anxious internal debate before he had the courage to confront Wade.

They were sitting together in the living room, Wade on the couch and Peter on the coffee table. Both were dressed for the day in comfortable clothing, and Wade had chosen to forego his mask and gloves so he could better fixate on his current task. He'd arranged several guns on the cheap wood next to Peter, their parts having been carefully removed and laid out in neat lines. Wade was in the middle of cleaning each one with a greased rag, his brows furrowed in concentration.

It was odd to see him so focused on a task that didn't involve Bea Arthur or food, and Peter was almost sorry that he had to interrupt him.

"Wade," he started hesitantly, pausing to see if he had the man's attention.

Wade hummed in response, clearly distracted. He was wiping down the barrel of his pistol, falling just short of caressing it.

"I need to talk to you about last night."

The mercenary froze, his expression shifting between concern and forced nonchalance. "What, uh...what do you mean?" he asked, not looking up from his work. His movements became decidedly more stiff and calculated, an indication that Wade's focus was elsewhere.

"Last night. I um...welI…" Peter ran a hand through his hair and looked past the other man. "I...heard you."

Wade swallowed and cleared his throat. "Heard me? You mean, like, snoring?" He set his pistol down on the coffee table and wiped the grease off his hands with the rag. "Sorry, Baby Boy, didn't mean to keep you up," he said, chuckling nervously. He still hadn't looked up from his hands. "But don't worry, I'll buy nose plugs or something."

"No, not snoring," Peter corrected in a tight voice, forcing himself to look at Wade. He stared hard at the other's forehead before blurting out, "I heard you m-masturbating."

Wade blanched, his gaze rising momentarily only to fall back to his lap. "What?" he squeaked, his fingers fumbling with the rag. "I, uh, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Masturbation, Wade," Peter repeated, his cheeks hot. He really didn't want to have to spell this out, but it appeared that Wade was going to be difficult. "You were touching yourself. Sexually. Last night."

Wade coughed into his fist and curled into himself, his shoulders slumping. "Oh. You, uh...you heard that, huh?"

"Yeah," Peter muttered, shifting uneasily. "You weren't exactly quiet."

Wade sighed and bowed his head further, tossing the rag onto the coffee table. "Fuck. I'm sorry," he said, sounding upset. "I didn't mean for you to overhear that. I hope I didn't weird you out or traumatize you for life."

Peter shook his head hurriedly and climbed to his feet, taking a step forward. "No, no, of course it didn't."

Wade plucked at the fabric of his pants, his eyes darting up to watch Peter shyly. "It didn't?"

"No. Actually, to be honest, I kind of...liked it," Peter admitted, tucking a stray lock of hair behind his ear as he forced himself to meet Wade's gaze.

Wade was silent for several long seconds, his breaths stuttering to a halt and his limbs rooted in place. Peter studied Wade's every move for signs of discomfort, his stomach fluttering. He wasn't sure what to expect from the other man, and the continued silence was putting him on edge.

"Say something," Peter urged, fidgeting awkwardly.

"...Baby Boy," Wade began in an awed tone, leaning back on the couch, "for the first time in my life, I don't know what to say."

Peter bit his lip and scuffed his shoe on the table's surface. "Is it...bad? That I liked it?"

"No, no!" Wade said, bending forward to cup Peter delicately between his palms. "It's not bad! Just...unexpected."

"Why? I already told you that I wanted to stay and take our relationship further."

"Yeah, but-"

"And you said yourself that we're boyfriends now," Peter continued, gaining confidence the longer he spoke. "So why would it be unexpected for me to like such a thing?"

Wade shifted in his seat, his brow furrowed in what appeared to be deep thought. "It's just...I dunno, I guess I'm still trying to wrap my head around the idea that you're not disgusted with, you know, this," he said, gesturing to his face and body. "Most people aren't cool with my appearance. Doubly so if I'm naked and sporting a raging stiffy."

"I'm not most people," Peter countered, folding his arms defensively.

"Yeah, I noticed."

"And I don't care about your skin condition. I already told you that."

"Yeah, I remember."

"Then why are you acting so weird about this?" Peter demanded, throwing his arms up in exasperation.

Wade ran a hand over his bald head. "Why aren't you acting more weird about this?" he shot back, scooting closer so he could rest his elbows on his knees. "Seriously, Pete, no offence, but you're like, the epitome of adorable innocence. You're purer than Columbian cocaine."

Peter rolled his eyes and tried to interrupt, but Wade spoke over him.

"Hear me out," he said, leaning down to put his face closer to Peter. "I know you're not a baby, but I also know that you've lived the majority of your life in the rural English countryside with nothing but deer and bunnies for company. So forgive me if I'm not exactly up to snuff when it comes to your adventures in the bedroom."

Peter frowned but decided not to argue. The man had a point. However, while it was true that Peter didn't have a long list of sexual experiences (and none involving another person), that didn't mean that sex frightened or disturbed him. Quite the contrary, in fact. Last night had proven that Peter's body had no qualms with finding pleasure in Wade's, and although he wasn't quite sure what a sexual relationship with the man would entail, Peter was eager to experiment.

"I'm not afraid or ashamed of sex," Peter started slowly, brushing his fingers over Wade's palm affectionately. "I want to see where our relationship goes, and I wouldn't be opposed to us becoming intimate."

"Intimate," Wade deadpanned, his eyes boring into Peter's.

"Physically."

"Peter-"

"Wade," Peter pressed, moving closer to place his hands on the other's chin, "I want this. Can't we at least try?"

"But...why?" Wade wondered aloud, his brow furrowing.

Peter was taken aback. Hadn't they already gone over this? "What do you mean, 'why?'"

"I mean," Wade fumbled, clearly distressed, "why would you want something like that with me?"

Peter took a step back and lowered his arms, his wings drooping. He searched Wade's gaze, his heart plummeting when he realized that Wade still doubted the depth of Peter's affection for him.

"I already told you," Peter murmured, moisture building behind his eyes. "I love you. That's why I stayed in New York. Not because of the city, or the Avengers, or even your extensive cable package."

Wade sniffed and ran his thumb along Peter's side. "My package is pretty amazing."

"What I'm saying is that I want to be with you," Peter continued, steamrolling over Wade's attempt at humor.

Silence fell over the room after his declaration. Wade shuffled around in his seat, his slightly-reddened eyes bouncing around the room as he tried to regain his composure. When his gaze returned to Peter, Wade searched the fairy's eyes carefully.

"Are you sure?"

Peter nodded. "I'm sure."

"You swear you won't puke?"

"I won't puke!"

Wade swallowed and licked his lips, his eyes glistening from his own unshed tears. "Okay," he whispered shakily, reaching to caress Peter's cheek with his fingertip. "If that's what you want."

Peter gave a relieved laugh, grinning as he darted in and stood on his toes to kiss Wade's upper lip. He sniffled lightly and wiped his eyes, forcing his malaise aside. "Alright!" he said, wings perking with renewed vigor. "Where do you want to start?"

"Wha- Now?

"Yes, now!"

Wade looked decidedly uncomfortable. "I-I don't know, Petey. Don't you think this is a little sudden?"

Peter gaped up at him. "Sudden? You were the one yanking your doodle last night with me in the same room,-"

Wade snorted and choked on a giggle.

"-so be happy I'm giving you a heads-up! Now, are we going to do this or not?"

Wade gawked at the tiny fairy on his coffee table, his lips parted in shock.

"Well?" Peter demanded, setting his hands on his hips and tilting his head back in a challenge. "I'm game if you are."

"...You've been watching too many cop dramas."

"Wade!" Peter snapped, stomping his foot. "Focus!"

"Alright, alright! Calm down, you horny little demon! I'm thinking." Wade ran a hand over his face and took a steadying breath. "Let's start with a kiss."

Peter blinked, his features softening. "A kiss?"

"Yeah!" Wade said, laying his palms flat on the table to either side of Peter. "Kissing is always a good jumping-off point."

"But...we've already kissed." Peter couldn't help the slight disappointment that crept into his voice.

"Not like this!" Wade assured him. "I'm not talking about your normal, run-of-the-mill, Leave it to Beaver kisses, Petey. I'm talking about the kind of kisses that bump your movie up from PG-13 to a soft R-rating."

Peter was sceptical. "What's the difference?"

"Contact, Baby Boy. Good ol' fashioned face-to-face and hand-to-butt contact."

Peter wet his lips and played with the hem of his shirt, his mind latching onto Wade's words and running wild. He felt a warm heat settle low in his belly at the thought of being so close to Wade - to have the man's hands on him in such an intimate way. It was certainly different from what they'd done up until now, and even though it was relatively tame in comparison to Wade's activities last night, it was definitely a step in the right direction.

"Okay," Peter agreed with a shy grin. "I'm in favor of butt-touching."

Wade laughed and slid off the couch to kneel in front of Peter. "My kind of man!" He cupped his palms around the fairy once more and corralled him to the middle of the coffee table. This position gave Wade room to lean his upper body over the table and rest his elbows on its surface. When his hands curled closer, the tips of his fingers barely brushing Peter's body, the sensation caused a shiver to run through the fairy.

"If you're uncomfortable with any of this, just say the word and I'll stop," Wade whispered, his face so close Peter could feel the man's breath ghosting through his hair.

Peter nodded, knotting his fingers together nervously. "I will."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

Wade's expression softened into an affectionate smile. "Good." He caressed Peter's sides with his thumbs, his fingers settled securely along the fairy's spine. "Then let's get this make-out train rollin'."

Peter licked his lips and tilted his head back in invitation, his eyes fluttering shut as Wade drew near. He gasped at the first contact of their mouths, the feather-light touch of Wade's rough skin sparking a familiar heat in his belly. Peter sighed and pressed open-mouthed kisses along Wade's bottom lip, grinning when he felt the other's breath catch.

"So far this is pretty standard," Peter mumbled, laying his hands on Wade's chin. "I thought you said this wasn't going to be an ordinary kiss."

"Patience, Petey," Wade replied, his voice a low rumble. It gave Peter goosebumps. "We're just getting started."

Peter jumped as he felt a touch on his bottom, Wade's fingers stroking gently over the sensitive area. He didn't realize that he'd gone completely still until he heard Wade ask, "You okay?"

"Y-Yeah," Peter said, laying another kiss to Wade's bottom lip. He tried to keep his focus on his task, but it was difficult when Wade's fingers were doing wonderful things to his body. He felt a puff of air on his face as Wade chuckled, clearly finding amusement in Peter's fumbling attempts at a kiss.

It wasn't fair. Considering Wade's size in comparison to his, the mercenary was able to rub and fondle multiple areas of Peter's body at once. How could anyone expect Peter to keep his wits about him when he had fingers stroking in tandem over his head, back, wings, butt, and thighs? It was a sensation overload, and Peter's mind was racing just to keep up.

Peter jerked in surprise when something wet brushed along his cheek. "Wh-wha?"

He watched, entranced, as Wade pulled back and his tongue disappeared behind his lips.

"Sorry," Wade mumbled, his eyelids heavy. "Too much?"

Peter shook his head, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. "No, it's fine. It just surprised me, that's all."

Wade hummed and nuzzled his nose into Peter's hair. "Good." He tilted his head to lay a kiss on Peter's cheek. "Remember, if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, let me know."

"Okay."

Wade continued kissing and caressing Peter, his tongue coming into play on more than one occasion. Peter's senses were overwhelmed with Wade's scent and taste, and the sensation of the man's touch along his body was slowly driving him mad. Within minutes Peter was panting, his lips tingling from overstimulation and his pants painfully tight.

"W-Wade," Peter started, breath catching when the other man lifted his shirt with a thumb and lapped at his stomach. "I'm...I'm getting, uh…"

"Hard?" Wade supplied, drawing back to stare heatedly at Peter's obvious erection.

Peter knew his face must be scarlet. "Yes."

"Do you want to stop?" Wade met his gaze, expression gentle.

"No."

"Do you want me to keep going? Or do you want to go back to our regular kisses?"

When Peter didn't answer right away, Wade pressed the tip of his thumb to Peter's cheek, his eyes soft. "It's up to you, Baby Boy. If you want to keep going, I'm all for it. If you want to take things slow, we can stop right now - no strings attached and with no expectations."

Peter stood quietly as he considered the offer, his heart beating steadily in his ears. "Keep going," he said finally, proud that his voice only shook for a moment. "I told you before - I want this. I want to be with you."

Wade studied Peter's face, his eyes boring into Peter's own, before eventually saying, "If you're sure."

"I'm sure."

Wade paused for another few seconds, probably to give Peter time to rethink his decision. But when Peter failed to back down, Wade leaned in to resume lavishing attention to Peter's lower abdomen. He kept Peter's shirt hiked up to his collarbone, the pad of his thumb brushing lasciviously against the fairy's nipples.

Peter grasped Wade's thumb out of instinct, his knuckles white with the strength of his grip. He was panting; chest heaving in an attempt to catch his breath. His wings fluttered in random bursts behind his back, the delicate membranes brushing along the tops of Wade's fingers. His hips bucked when Wade's chin bumped into his groin, the momentary contact a shock to Peter's system. He gasped, his mouth falling open and head tilting back. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and tried to stay still, fighting against his growing lust and the desperate need to move.

Peter's arousal spiked with every swipe of Wade's tongue, the mercenary's breath hot on his skin. He bit his lip in an attempt to stifle his groans, but it was difficult; especially when Wade was doing nothing to curb his own sighs of pleasure.

"Ah, Wade," Peter gasped, his erection straining against the cheap fabric of his pants. "I-I'm close!"

Wade hummed in response, the vibrations going straight to Peter's dick. He gave one final lick to Peter's stomach before drawing back, gazing at the fairy through hooded eyes.

"How do you wanna do this?"

Peter stared up at Wade in a daze, his thoughts fuzzy. It took a second for his brain to process the question.

"...Huh?"

"How do you wanna get off, Baby Boy?"

Peter balked. "I, uh...," he started, fumbling for words and still out of breath. "W-what did you have in mind?"

Wade licked his lips, the movement capturing Peter's attention. "I was thinking along the lines of a blowjob," he said, tone casual like it wasn't a big deal. "That or a single-digit handy, if you're not feeling super adventurous."

"You'd...be okay with that?"

"Petey, I'm up for anything. If you want me to suck your dick, all you gotta do is ask."

Peter's mouth went dry. He gazed up at Wade with wide eyes, his heart thudding in his chest. He couldn't deny that he was tempted by the offer. Peter had come across information about such acts during his three-day stint on the internet (because honestly, how could he not), but beyond a few embarrassing video clips and some late-night fantasies, he hadn't thought much about it.

Now, though - now he couldn't think of anything else.

Peter bit his lip, his cock twitching. Wade's words repeated over and over in his head, and his imagination ran wild. Peter shifted beneath Wade's palms as his thoughts descended into depravity, the warmth of the other man's skin almost overwhelming. Peter gasped when the material of his pants pulled taut over his crotch at the movement, and he squeezed his eyes shut against another wave of pleasure. When he opened them again, Peter forced himself to meet Wade's gaze, the mercenary still waiting patiently for a response.

"I want to try it," Peter whispered, clutching Wade's thumb firmly.

The mercenary grinned. "That's what I like to hear!" He lifted Peter off the coffee table and sat back on the floor, his legs criss-crossed in front of him. "One B.J., comin' right up."

Peter groaned and hid his face behind his hands, embarrassed. "That's got to be the most unsexy way you could have phrased that."

"Oh really? What about, 'It's time for a hotdog eating contest'?"

"Ew."

"'I'm gonna take you down to Throat Town'?"

Peter shivered behind his hands. "That sounds disgusting."

"Hey, no one ever said sex was glamorous!"

Actually, a lot of people did, but Peter wasn't about to keep that particular conversation going. Instead he lowered his hands to grip Wade's thumbs once more, his feet dangling beneath him. Peter caressed Wade's skin absently, giving an experimental wiggle in the other's grip to try and get a bit of friction on his aching length. He gave up when his hips only met open air.

When Peter glanced up, his cheeks heated as he realized that Wade had noticed his dilemma.

"Got a problem, Petey?" Wade murmured, voice sensual. "Here, let me." He transferred Peter into a single hand while the other worked to pull the fairy's pants down to his knees. Peter's breath hitched when the cool air of the room hit his bare skin, his cock twitching. Wade shot him a devious smile, then brought Peter up to his face and pressed the flat of his tongue against the fairy's length. Peter cried out at the sensation, a shiver racing up his spine as Wade began to lap along his skin in soft, shallow strokes. The warmth of his tongue felt heavenly on Peter's heated flesh, and the pressure on his groin left him gasping.

"Ah!" Peter moaned, doubling over and squeezing Wade's thumb in a vice grip. The other man hummed at the reaction and laid an open mouthed kiss on Peter's groin, his free hand working to remove Peter's shoes and pants completely. Wade shucked them carelessly to the floor once he was finished and returned to lavishing Peter's erection with his tongue.

Peter threw his head back and bit his lip harshly to hold back his whimpers, his eyes squeezing shut at the overwhelming pleasure flooding his body. He writhed in Wade's hold, eventually settling his heels on the man's jaw to find some kind of purchase. Wade didn't seem to mind the touch, far too focused on the fairy unravelling in his hands to pay attention to anything else.

It wasn't long before Peter felt his muscles tensing and his testicles pulling tight against his body. His toes curled against Wade's skin and his wings fluttered mindlessly behind his back, his nerves on fire with his impending orgasm. Peter gathered his senses long enough to focus on Wade, gazing upon the man's relaxed features through heavy lids. Wade appeared completely in his element, his eyes closed in rapture and his cheeks slightly discolored from his own blush. He was moaning low in his throat and would take deep breaths through his nose whenever he paused, pulling back once or twice to lick excess moisture from the corners of his mouth.

Peter hesitated to speak, not wanting to startle Wade from his own pleasure. However, the insistent throb of his dick was a jarring reminder that he was embarrassingly close to the edge.

"Wade," Peter started, swallowing in an attempt to soothe his dry mouth, "Hold on. I'm gonna-! Nn! I'm gonna come!"

Wade gave a preoccupied groan and slid his tongue along the underside of Peter's balls, the pressure causing stars to burst behind Peter's eyelids. The fairy arched his back and moaned, his hips bucking into the warm touch.

"Wade, I-" Peter choked on a breath and his feet slid higher up Wade's jaw when the man tilted his head back and wrapped his entire mouth around Peter's groin, his tongue sliding over Peter's perineum to brush against his ass. Peter shouted and bucked into Wade's tongue, unsure whether to push his hips forward or back. He laid a steadying hand on Wade's forehead, the man's skin hot under his touch.

Wade murmured and brought his tongue back to Peter's erection. He lavished it with long licks and light sucking until it pulsed, swelling momentarily before releasing a shower of cum over Wade's lips and tongue. Wade hummed happily as he licked his lips and swallowed, the sight causing Peter's length to twitch and give one final spurt.

Peter collapsed in Wade's hold, his wings drooping with exhaustion. He could feel his limbs shaking with the strength of his orgasm, a short bout of dizziness overtaking him as he came down from his pleasure-induced high. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths until he'd recovered somewhat, then looked up to meet Wade's gaze. He studied the man's flushed cheeks and slick lips and offered him a weak grin.

Wade wiggled his eyebrows lasciviously. "Well? How'd I do?"

Peter giggled, still a bit lightheaded. "Good."

"Glad to hear I still got skills!" Wade flashed Peter a cheeky smile and pushed himself up onto his knees. He scooted back until he found the edge of the couch and flopped onto it, holding Peter aloft as he shimmied up the cushions and made himself comfortable. Once he was in place, Wade sat Peter down on his knee and brushed his thumb along the fairy's temple, his other hand helping to keep Peter steady.

Peter startled at Wade's touch, surprised to feel just how much sweat was clinging to his hair and skin. He blushed when he realized that he was still mostly naked, his shirt the only article of clothing that had survived Wade's attentions. Peter glanced over his shoulder and spotted his discarded pants on the floor, his shoes and socks thrown haphazardly next to them.

"Hey Wade," he started, turning to the mercenary, "can you-" Peter hesitated, his sentence tapering off when his eyes drifted to the obvious bulge in Wade's pants. His eyes widened at the stark reminder that Wade hadn't finished yet.

"Hm?" Wade rumbled in return, watching Peter curiously. "What is it?"

"Uh," Peter murmured, his cheeks blazing, "do you want me to...help you? With that?" He nodded toward Wade's crotch pointedly.

Wade chuckled. "I'm fine, Baby Boy. Don't worry about me," he assured, leaning down and snatching Peter's pants off the floor.

"Are you sure?" Peter pressed, grabbing his pants when Wade offered them. He teetered for a moment as he lifted a leg to put them on, his wings fluttering to keep him balanced.

"Crystal."

Peter tilted his head in confusion, pausing with his foot halfway inside his pant leg. "Huh?"

Wade ignored him in favor of grabbing the remote. "It doesn't matter. Look, let's just sit here and watch a movie. That sound good?" he asked, not waiting for a response as he turned on the t.v. and flipped over to a cartoon channel.

Peter's eyes moved from Wade's face to the man's obvious erection, his mind blank as he methodically finished putting on his pants. Once he was dressed, Peter bit his lip and debated whether he should push Wade for more. It was clear that the mercenary had enjoyed their tryst, so why was he blatantly refusing to allow Peter to reciprocate? Was being intimate with Peter truly that terrifying to him?

In the end, Peter decided to let Wade move at his own pace. It was a miracle in itself that he'd agreed to take their relationship to the next level, so Peter would respect his choice to end things before they went any further. He was confident that Wade would eventually reach a point where he could be completely open with Peter, and when that time came, Peter would be right there with him.

Peter was patient, and Wade was worth waiting for.