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If Peter had been told five years ago that he’d be teaming up with a mercenary dressed in a red and black leather suit, adorned in katanas and guns, he would’ve laughed in that person’s face before promptly falling into an identity crisis because Deadpool’s literally everything he stood against.
Peter had run into him not even five months after he’d been bitten by the spider. Seventeen-year-old him had interrupted one of Deadpools missions which involved hunting down some guy and dismembering him. For what reason? Peter didn’t know.
But he’d been quick to shoot a web, attaching it to the katana that the Merc had raised above his head, seconds away from cutting off the leg of the man whimpering on the ground in front of him. Peter yanked the sword away and Deadpool immediately spun around, drawing the guns from both of his thigh holsters and shooting in Peter’s direction, missing him due to the shrill warning that his spidey senses provided him.
Peter flipped out of the bullet’s path, landing in a crouch and shooting out his wrists and releasing web after web to promptly trap the mercenary against the brick wall behind him. That was when Deadpool finally got a clear look at the person who’d disarmed him. The whites of the panda-looking mask widened in delightful glee.
“Spidey!” he’d exclaimed in a high-pitched voice that Peter had not at all been expecting from the intimidating large man. “I’m like totally your biggest fan!” he had squealed. Peter had tilted his head in utter confusion as the mercenary babbled on and on about his, quite frankly, unhealthy obsession with him.
Once he decided he’d heard enough, he climbed the wall that Deadpool was webbed to and disappeared over the edge, ignoring the merc calling after him. Deciding he’d just let the police take care of him.
Only, after that, he kept seeing the guy. Almost every patrol that he went on, the guy somehow managed to find him. Peter would follow his usual routine of sighing in annoyance when Deadpool would find him, webbing him up, and then leaving despite Deadpool begging for him to stay.
Deadpool had also taken up the habit of flirting with Peter whenever he found him. It had been quite entertaining when Peter accidentally revealed that he was seventeen one of the times and Deadpool’s eyes had widened so much that Peter worried his eyes would pop out of his skull before he lifted his gun to his own head, finger ready on the trigger and Peter was sure he wouldn’t shot himself right then and there had Peter not yanked the gun out of his hand to prevent him from doing so.
Safe to say that after that, Deadpool kept his perverted comments to himself and actually left Peter alone for quite sometime after that. Returning months later and when it was close enough to a year after that last encounter, he then slowly eased back into his flirtatious personality with him.
Now, five years later, the two of them hung out nearly every night. They spent patrols together, Wade, Peter had learned his name was, had cut back on the killing, at least around Spiderman.
Wade always brought food with him to their patrols. He always made sure that Peter was fed after realizing just how light the spider was after picking him up once and claiming that he “damn nearly threw him right off the rooftop” with how light he was. After that, he was constantly on Peter’s back about food, making sure he’d had his three meals every day.
They had become something akin to friends. Though Peter caught himself checking the merc out more than once, admiring how much taller the older man was than him, how he could see the muscles in his back flex with every movement of his shoulders, how his hand nearly dwarfed Peters.
Peter was always quick to rid of the impure thoughts that invaded his mind whenever he’d find himself observing these things for much longer than he should be. He needed to focus on the task at hand, which was not watching the way the mercenary’s muscles shifted under his leather suit.
They were currently on a stealth mission to bust drug traffickers. They’d been working on this for a while now and just finally found the warehouse where the drugs were being stored for transportation.
Deadpool jumped from rooftop to rooftop while Peter swung alongside him. Peter came to a stop on one of the rooftops and Deadpool slowed to a stop next to him, the two of them peeked over the edge to spot two men standing guard at the door to the abandoned warehouse. Peter looked at Wade before nodding his head to the rooftop of the warehouse, without further communication needed, Deadpool nodded and stood back up.
They jumped over the gap between the building and the warehouse, landing quietly on the roof. Peter searched until he found a vent. He slipped his fingers in and pried the metal cover off, revealing everything inside the warehouse. He jumped down and Wade followed behind him.
“Well, this isn’t suspicious at all,” Peter commented sarcastically as they looked over the many barrels and crates holding packages that Peter could only assume were carrying drugs.
“I gotta say, I’m a little disappointed. I totally thought there would be more drugs,”
“Wade!” Peter hissed and the merc raised his hands defensively.
“I’m just saying. ”
Peter sighed, shaking his head as he looked over the dimly lit warehouse. “I just need to alert the police, send them the location, and wait until they get here and secure the drugs,” he said, already working on sending the location to the closest precinct.
Suddenly, both he and Wade tensed when they heard truck tires screeching to a stop outside of the warehouse and doors slamming shut. Peter’s eyes widened when he realized that people were walking into the warehouse and would surely spot them and all hell would break loose.
Luckily, Wade thought quickly and grabbed Peter, pulling him over to where many of the barrels sat. He began pulling open lids until he spotted one that was empty. The barrels were fairly large, but there was no way they’d comfortably fit two grown men.
“Come on! Get in,” Wade urged but Peter shook his head.
“There’s no way we’re both gonna fit in there-”
Peter was cut off as they heard the muffled voices become clear in the distance. Wade didn’t give Peter a choice and he pulled him over to the barrel, jumping inside and pulling Peter inside with him.
Peter yelped at the sudden motion and found himself practically sitting in Deadpools lap, his legs on either side of his hips, straddling him, chest to chest, and hands pressing on the wall of the barrel on both sides of Deadpool’s head.
Deadpools knees were drawn up, unable to straighten due to the cramped space which only succeeded in pressing Peter close to his chest and keeping him there. The lid of the barrel was closed above them and Peter wouldn’t be able to shift from his position unless the lid was removed, he already had to bow his head to keep it from pushing the lid off.
“Well, this isn’t how I was expecting my Tuesday night to go, but safe to say I'm not complaining,” Deadpool said as he shifted under Peter’s weight.
“Shut up, Pool!” Peter hissed as he heard footsteps approaching them. Deadpool had his hands resting on Peter’s hips, unable to place them anywhere else. Peter kept shifting to try to get comfortable ever so often and those hands would grip his hips tighter, trying to keep him still.
“Would you stop moving?” Deadpool whispered, gritting his teeth as he held Peter’s hips still.
“I’m sorry, but your belt is stabbing me,” Peter bit back, willing himself not to squirm in Pool’s lap. Wade opened his mouth to say something in return but Peter removed a hand from the barrel wall to clamp it over Deadpools mouth when he heard the voices only ten feet away from them.
Wade stilled, shutting his mouth with a click of his teeth as he too listened to the men talking amongst each other just outside of the barrel they were crammed into.
It was then that Peter jolted with a quiet yelp when he felt vibrations abruptly begin pulsing right where his crotch was pressed against Deadpool’s pelvis, along with a muffled song. Peter was hit with a wave of dizzying pleasure as the vibrations pulsed through him.
“Wade?!” he exclaimed in a panicked whisper, his voice pitched higher as his cheeks grew hot.
“Oh shit, I forgot to turn off my alarm for patrol. I forgot we were meeting up earlier than usual today,” Wade said apologetically, completely unaware of what the vibrations from the alarm were doing to Peter. “My phone’s in my pocket but I can’t reach it, your leg is in the way.” he grunted as he tried to reach down and grab it, with no luck.
“I-It should turn off eventually, right?” Peter asked through gritted teeth, his forehead resting on Wade’s shoulder as he tried to keep his breaths even as well as his hips still, fighting the urge to grind into the vibrations.
“Uhhh, no not usually. How useful is an alarm if it doesn’t piss you off enough until you turn it off yourself, amirite?” Wade tried joking but when Peter didn’t answer his smile faded and he tried turning to get a look at spidey’s face, well, mask. But his face was buried into Wade’s shoulder. “Hey, nothing to worry about, they’re not gonna hear the vibrations,” he tried assuring but froze when he felt spidey shudder against him, his brows furrowed in confusion.
Peter didn’t get a lot of time to himself, with Spider-Man and college kicking his ass, he didn’t often indulge in a little bit of… self-pleasure, which left him extremely sensitive after months of no personal time. The vibrations weren’t weak, but they shouldn’t have been strong enough to have Peter growing hard, but lo and behold, they were. Peter prayed that Wade wouldn’t realize what was happening in front of him, but he was never that lucky.
“Spidey?” Deadpool urged, voice worried.
Suddenly, the voices were approaching, saying something about picking out which barrels were going to be transported. Peter suddenly sat up, raising his wrist and shooting a web, attaching it to the lid of the barrel and attaching the other end to the bottom of the barrel so that the lid wouldn’t be removed by the men.
With this movement, it only pushed Peter’s crotch flush against where the vibrations were coming from in Deadpool’s suit. He shuddered and with a quiet whimper, he dropped his head back onto the merc’s shoulder, hips twitching slightly.
It was then that Deadpools eyes widened in realization of what was happening.
“Spidey… are you-”
“Don’t say it,” Peter whimpered weakly. They both stilled when they heard one of the men trying to pry the lid off of the barrel they were in. They abandoned their barrel, dismissing it as being “jammed”.
“You’re totally getting off on the vibrations aren’t you,” Wade then said once the men were far enough away.
“Wade,” Peter whined miserably, trying desperately and failing to push his hips back, away from the unwelcome stimulation. Wade’s knees kept him in place.
“That’s a dangerous game you’re playing, whining my name like that,” Wade said in a low voice which didn’t help Peter’s state, only succeeding in turning him on more.
“This isn’t a joke!” he cried out, frustrated.
“I know, shit, I know. I’m sorry.” Wade cursed, trying to figure out how to help Peter get away from the stimulation of the vibrations. But the more he shifted to try to change their positions, the more it succeeded in pushing Peter’s dick flush against the vibrations.
“Stop! Stop moving!” Peter cried out and Wade immediately stilled. Peter was panting, the whites of the lenses on his mask nonexistent with his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to ward off the pleasure coursing through him, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm.
His hands gripped Deadpools shoulders as he shuddered and panted against his chest, hips twitching to get away from the vibrations all while wanting to grind down against them. He was fighting to choose whether or not he wanted to get away from the pleasure or chase it. There was no way in hell he’d voluntarily orgasm on top of Wade, he’d quite literally die out of embarrassment.
“I’m gonna be honest here, Spidey. I don’t know how to help.” Wade said uselessly. He wanted to help the young hero but at the same time, he couldn’t help the way he felt himself growing hard at seeing spidey struggle to fight off an orgasm while sitting on his lap.
“I just need to concentrate, wait for them to leave so we can get out of this s-stupid barrel,” Peter said, his voice muffled into Wade’s shoulder.
“You sure you can hold off the inevitable for that long?” Wade questioned, voice uncertain.
“H-Huh?” Peter made a curious sound, obviously not all there, distracted by the other problem he was currently trying to deal with.
“The longer you hold back, the more intense it’ll be, baby boy.” He told him.
“I’m not gonna c-cum in your lap, Wade,” Peter mewled, mortified by the thought.
“That’s not really something that you get to decide, spidey. Constant stimulation will turn into overstimulation and then you’ll have no choice but to give in, no matter how hard you try to delay it,” Deadpool tried to tell him but the spider only shook his head in denial, set on not allowing himself to fall apart.
“I just need to concentrate,” He repeated stubbornly and Wade sighed.
“Okay…” he relented.
The next few minutes consisted of the same thing. Peter letting out little grunts and pants next to Deadpool’s ear as he tried to ward off the intense pleasure coursing through him. His cock was leaking in his suit and he was certain there was a wet spot on his crotch. His body ached from being tensed for so long and he’d panic ever so often when he’d feel his orgasm rapidly approaching, he’d squirm suddenly in Wade’s arms, pushing his hips back to get away from the vibrations as best as he could, but it only succeeded in dulling the pleasure enough for his orgasm to retreat.
The men were still talking amongst each other and Peter found himself cussing them out internally multiple times throughout the next ten minutes. He just needed them to leave, then he could jump out of the barrel and pretend that he hadn’t just fought off cumming in Deadpool’s lap for the past ten minutes.
Deadpool would speak low reassurances, trying to keep him distracted and calm during the wait. His hands rubbed up and down his hips in a comforting gesture but it only made Peter feel hotter under his suit.
Though Peter didn’t want to admit it, Wade proved to be right. Because nearly fifteen minutes later the pleasure soon turned sharp and nearly painful as Peter continued to fight off his orgasm. Though beneath that overstimulation, he could feel his orgasm slowly but surely creeping up.
“Oh my god,” Peter whimpered, burying his face into Deadpools shoulder and squeezing his eyes shut.
“What is it?” Deadpool questioned worriedly. Peter only whimpered in response, repeating don’t come, don’t come, don’t come, like a mantra in his head as he squirmed in Deadpools lap, but the movements did nothing to help him escape the stimulation. “You close, baby boy?” Deadpool asked, his voice so close to his ear that it sent chills down Peter’s spine.
“Mhm,” Peter whined, fingers curled into Deadpool’s leather-clad chest.
“Let go, just let it happen. I’m not gonna make fun of you, baby. You’re just torturing yourself at this point.” Deadpool urged, his hands gripping Peter’s hips pressed them slightly harder into the vibrations.
“I c-can’t,” Peter shook his head stubbornly and Wade wanted to scream in frustration, but he kept calm.
“You’ll feel so much better,” Wade encouraged, slowly pushing his hips flush against the vibrations, feeling how Peter stopped trying to fight the push. “Just let go, baby.”
Apparently, that was all it took before Peter ground down against the vibrations, his back arching as his orgasm comes crashing into him. Wade clamped a gloved hand over the spider’s mouth, muffling the scream as he came, shaking apart in Wade’s arms.
Peter’s vision went white with the force of his orgasm, he shook and twitched as he came down from the peak of the orgasm. Peter shuddered and whimpered as he melted against Deadpools solid chest, his little sounds muffled behind the merc’s hand.
“Holy fuck, that was hot,” Wade breathed as he let his hand drop from spideys mouth, returning it back to his hips that continued to twitch from the aftermath of an intense orgasm.
It was then that Wade noticed the voices had disappeared. He must’ve been so caught up in watching Spidey fall apart in his arms that he didn’t even notice the men leaving the warehouse. Wade turned his attention back to Spidey and he could still feel the way his body convulsed ever so often.
“Hey, they’re gone, we can get out of here,” he spoke softly and Peter seemed to come to his senses at those words, though still a little out of it. He went to pull at the web holding the lid shut but Wade watched as he struggled to detach the web.
“I don’t think you have your strength back yet, lemme try,” he said, swatting away Spideys hands and pulling at the web, only for it to stay put, no sign that any of his strength was enough to even tear the web a little bit.
“Erm… it’s not breaking,” Wade said and Peter dropped his head back down to Wade’s shoulder in defeat.
“I made a new web formula, there’s more tensile strength, neither you nor I can break it unless we have dissolvent,” Peter grumbled and Wade tried to pull at the web harder, to no avail.
“And I assume you don’t have dissolvent with you?” he said hopefully, huffing when Spidey shook his head. “Alright, looks like I’m cutting us outta here,” he said and shifted to reach down to the knife in his boot, pulling it out with an ‘aha!’.
But with that movement, it pushed Peter flush against him, hips to hips and Peter yelped as he was met with the vibrations against his sensitive dick. Peter immediately pressed his hands against Wade’s chest, trying to push away from the vibrations, but no luck.
“Sorry!” Wade said quickly.
Peter was forced to endure the vibrations again, though this time there was more pain than pleasure, overstimulated from his last orgasm. He whined against the mixture of overwhelming pleasure and pain.
“I promise I’ll try to be fast,” Deadpool said as he began cutting at the web.
Peter tried to ignore the delicious torture of the vibrations while Wade cut at the webbing, but it was proving to be hard as he felt another orgasm already approaching. Damn his powers that gave him a faster regeneration period.
“You’d think the alarm would assume I’m dead instead of sleeping at this point and turn itself off, huh?” Wade said offhandedly as he continued to carve at the web. When he pulled his blade away he could see that he wasn’t even halfway done.
“What the shit, webs. How strong did you make these?”
“Well, they’re supposed to be strong enough to hold my body weight. I wouldn’t want them snapping mid-swing would I?” Peter bit through gritted teeth and Deadpool shrugged.
“You’ve got a point,” he said and continued jerking the knife back and forth against the web.
Peter almost didn’t care about cumming in Deadpools lap at this point. He thought anything would’ve been better than the torturous build-up of his second orgasm that was taking its sweet time approaching.
Peter choked down his humiliation and rocked his hips a little, feeling the way Deadpool tensed at that and sucked in a breath. He pressed into the vibrations, mouth open as he let out little moans and gasps that made Deadpool feel a little warm under the suit. He was just glad that he wasn’t denying himself release anymore.
Gripping the leather of Wade’s suit, Peter continued to grind down into his lap, not missing the way that Deadpool was most definitely hard as well, which, how could he not be? He had a hot bod that was also spidey using his body to get off on him.
Wade almost purposely took longer to cut at the web, just so that he could watch Peter orgasm again. But when the knife suddenly cut through the webbing, Wade was immediately moving to stand up, only to stop when spidey suddenly cried out, “Wait!”
Deadpool immediately sat back down and it was only a second later that spidey released a lewd moan as his back arched against his chest and he began to shake in his arms, cumming for the second time.
Deadpool felt extremely hot under the suit and couldn’t wait until he got back to his apartment so he could take care of the problem in his pants.
“I’m gonna lift you up, okay webs?” he asked gently and the webhead nodded. Wrapping his arms around him, Wade scooped him up as he stood up in the barrel with a little bit of struggle.
He stepped out and onto the concrete floor. Peter stayed clinging to him, legs wrapped around his waist because he wasn’t sure they’d work to keep him standing with how much he felt like a limp noodle.
Wade reached between them to pull his phone from his pocket and finally click the ‘stop’ button for the alarm. The vibrations died instantly and spidey slumped against him, panting and shaking. It was then that the sirens sounded in the distance, and the police that Peter had sent the location to finally decided to make an appearance.
Deadpool didn’t waste a second, he spotted a back door and carried Spidey over to it, his gun drawn in case he needed to shoot someone to get out of the warehouse, but luckily the door was unguarded.
“You okay to walk, Spidey?” Deadpool asked and Peter seemed to realize he was still clinging to the mercenary. He let his legs unwrap from around his hips and Deadpool lowered him to the ground, his arm remaining around his waist until he could be sure that he’d be alright to stand on his own.
“From now on, never bring your phone on patrols,” Peter grumbled, voice wobbly and Wade snickered.
“I know something else that could get you off better than vibrations,” he said with a wink. Though he wasn’t expecting the silent, almost thoughtful stillness to Spidey at those words.
“Oh yeah? Why don’t you show me?” Spidey said and Deadpool had to catch his jaw that dropped to the ground as he released a squeal of excitement.