Holding Back - 26. Chapter 26

Peter is panting heavily, torso pressed to Wade’s back, sweat running down his brow, his cheeks, his entire body. Wade is shaking, breathing hard, forehead pressed to the tiles of the shower. He looks like he’s about to buckle under, and Peter’s suddenly worried that he pushed him too hard. He feels shame in the pit of his stomach, embarrassment at enjoying that as much as he did, the control over Wade, watching him fall apart, desperate.

He pulls out, slowly, arms circling around Wade’s chest, so prevent him from falling over. ‘You okay?’ he asks softly, hearing the concern in his own voice.

Wade nods. Releases a short, breathy laugh. ‘Yeah. I am beyond okay. Just . . . give me a minute. Think I might have to sit down.’

Peter helps him down to his knees, squatting in front of him, running his hands up Wade’s shoulders, neck, to cup his face. He finds his lips, kissing him gently. Then he touches his forehead to Wade’s, and Wade’s breathing slows, calms, until he lets out a breathy sigh.

‘You okay?’ he asks Peter.

Peter smiles. ‘Yeah. Of course I am.’

‘That didn’t . . . That didn’t gross you out?’

‘Not at all,’ says Peter, shaking his head. ‘I mean, urine doesn’t do much for me, but watching you fall apart like that . . .’ He blushes.

‘Knew there was secretly a dom hiding under that skin of yours,’ says Wade with a grin. He leans his head back against the tiles, reaching down between his legs where is boxers are clinging to him, wet and sticky. He pulls them off, flaccid cock tumbling out. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard. Like, ever.’

Peter finds himself grinning, and kisses Wade again. ‘Let’s get you cleaned up.’ He stands, taking the shower head off the wall. He tests the water with his hand, until it’s a comfortable temperature, and then gets to his knees again, and proceeds clean Wade’s marred skin, washing away piss and cum and sweat. Wade sighs happily.

‘You’re too good to me, baby boy.’

‘Hey, after that I owe you some serious aftercare.’

Once Wade can stand up, they take a proper shower together, and then Peter puts Wade to bed. He goes out into the kitchen, fetches water and some cookies he finds in the cupboard, and returns to the bedroom.

‘Here. That must have taken a lot out of you.’

Wade drinks gratefully and eats a couple of cookies, while Peter caresses his cheek and neck. Wade blinks up at him sleepily.

‘Get into bed?’

Peter puts the glass and cookies on the nightstand and slides under the covers. He puts his arms around Wade, holds him tightly, letting him be the little spoon, and running his hand up and down his chest and his waist. The feel of his skin is familiar, comforting.

‘You know, I had kind of an epiphany today,’ he murmurs.

‘Hm?’ Wade shifts a little in his arms, onto his back, nuzzling the crook of Peter’s neck.

Peter sighs. ‘I think I get it. Why you did the things you did, all those times I was in danger. All those times you thought someone was about to kill me.’ He kisses the top of Wade’s head. ‘When Logan told me what had happened, that you’d been captured, and again when I thought of what they might have done to you . . .’ He takes a deep breath and exhales shakily. ‘I wanted to kill them. I wanted to murder every one of them for daring to hurt you. It . . . It scared me, but I got it. I finally got it. I’m so sorry, Wade.’

Wade’s breath is warm on his skin. ‘It’s okay, Petey-Pie. It’s all okay. I mean, I’m glad you get it, but . . . Killing isn’t you. You don’t kill people. I love that about you, that you always find another way. I don’t know how to do that, I’m too set in my ways, to messed up to completely change. But I don’t want you to ever change. You keep doing you, baby boy.’

‘I don’t want you to change either,’ says Peter. ‘Not unless you want to change yourself.’

Wade rolls on top of him, kisses him deeply, thoroughly. ‘You’re everything,’ he murmurs.

They make out for a while, and then they settle down again, Peter embracing Wade from behind, and drift off to sleep.

‘The AMDL have scattered,’ Domino informs Wade over the phone. ‘We sent an anonymous tip to the cops about the base. Anyone we left conscious were gone by the time they got there, but they found interrogation rooms, cells with . . . Well. The ones they found weren’t alive.’

Wade sighs. ‘Think there was other leadership, or was little baby killing machine responsible for the whole thing?’

‘We don’t know. But they are organised elsewhere, so probably there are others in charge. Daken’s refused to tell us anything. Logan’s at his wit’s end . . .’

‘When does his kid ever not drive him crazy?’

‘Anyway, the immediate danger is over. And even though Spider-Man wiped their computers, there was enough evidence lying around for the Anti-Mutant Defence League to officially be considered a terrorist group. Which’ll make it much harder for them to bend people to their cause. Either way, your Spidey should be safe.’

‘Some good news, then.’ Wade smiles. ‘Thanks, Domino. Love to Logan!’ He makes kissy noises, and can practically hear Domino roll her eyes.

‘Yeah, sure. Talk to you later, Wade. Take care of your boy.’

Wade hangs up.

We’re safe! Peter’s safe! It’s over!

It’s not over. They’re not gone.

‘Well, over or not, we’ve been given a break,’ says Wade out loud. ‘Let’s spend it making pancakes for Peter!’

It’s morning, and Peter’s still asleep in the bedroom. It’s been a few days, and he’s all healed. Wade’s practically moved in. They didn’t agree that he should or anything, but any time he’s suggested getting out of Peter’s hair, the latter has practically forbidden it.

Wade considers wearing the maid outfit again. He wore it yesterday, with great success.

Yes! Put it on! Let’s be pretty!

Wade shakes his head. ‘Nah. Too much effort.’

He does sing to himself while he cooks, though. ‘Let it gooo! Let it goooo! Can’t hold it back anymoooore!’ He opens a drawer to get out a whisk. ‘Let it gooo, let it gooo! Turn away and slam the doooor!’ He closes the drawer with his hip, and starts beating the eggs in the large bowl. ‘I don’t caaare what they’re going to saaaay. Let the storm rage oooon!’

There’s a creak as the bedroom door opens, and Wade turns his head to see Peter standing there, smiling. ‘The cold never bothered me anyway,’ he sings softly.

Ooh, our Peter can sing!

Always knew he could. He just chose not to.

Wade grins. ‘I knew you had it in you, baby boy. I feel a new age dawning, one of broadway duets!’

Peter laughs. Then he walks over and leans his elbows on the breakfast bar. ‘What you making?’

‘Pancakes for my Petey-Pie!’ Wade leans over the bar and kisses Peter’s nose. ‘Sorry I woke you.’

Peter shakes his head. ‘There is no way I’d rather wake up than to you singing while making breakfast.’ He pauses, considering. ‘Except maybe for you in my bed doing sexy things . . .’

‘I promise to wake you like that tomorrow,’ Wade vows. He returns to mixing the pancake batter. ‘Talked to Domino just now, bee-tee-dubs.’

‘Yeah?’ Peter sits down on one of the stools. ‘What did she say?’

‘That the AMDL seems to be gone, for now. And also that Daken’s a dick, but what else is new.’

‘Never actually met him in real life before,’ says Peter. ‘I hate him for all the trouble he caused, and for hurting you. Still . . .’

‘I know, he’s super hot,’ says Wade. ‘Even without those pheromones working for him, he’d still be pretty fucking sexy. If he wasn’t such a psycho, I’d suggest a three-way.’ He grins wickedly.
Peter laughs again, and Wade is so happy that he can make him laugh. He’s giddy that it’s over and they’re both fine. For now, at least, they can be happy.

‘I have a surprise for you tonight,’ Peter says after a while, while Wade melts butter in the pan.

‘Ooh! What kind of surprise? Is it a sexy surprise?’

‘Not so sexy, perhaps, but it’s definitely a good surprise.’

‘All surprises are good surprises, if you’re the one doing the surprising.’

*

Peter is holding Wade’s hand, walking him down the narrow street. They’re both in civvies, and Peter wouldn’t let Wade wear his mask, so instead he has his hood up. Wade has stopped trying to get Peter to tell him where they’re going. Every time he’s tried, Peter has just repeated, ‘You’ll see. It’s a surprise.’

It’s quiet here. Too quiet.

It’s quiet because it’s a normal neighbourhood. With normal houses.

Wade nods. ‘Weird, though. Can’t imagine what we’re doing here.’

Peter has clearly long since stopped finding it weird when Wade talks to himself. He doesn’t even react to it anymore. He just accepts it as one of Wade’s many eccentricities.

We love that about him!

‘We really, really do,’ Wade mutters under his breath.

Peter squeezes his hand and glances at him, smiling. ‘Almost there.’

They turn right, through a wrought iron gate, and head up a short path. Three steps and they’re at a door. It’s a cute house, wood siding, two stories, and a warm glow emits from the windows. Peter rings the doorbell.

The door opens, and they are greeted by a somewhat elderly looking woman with grey hair and kind eyes. ‘Peter!’ She puts her arms around him and hugs him. Peter hugs her back.

‘Hi, Aunt May.’ They pull apart, and Peter addresses Wade. ‘This is my aunt,’ he says, ‘the one who raised me. Aunt May, this is Wade. My boyfriend.’

Peter’s Aunt May doesn’t stare when she sees his face. She doesn’t look uncomfortable or grossed out or horrified. Instead, she looks into his eyes, smiling genuinely, and then hugs him too.

This . . . This has never happened before.

‘It’s so nice to finally meet you, Wade.’ She takes a step back and beams at her nephew. ‘Please, you two, come inside! Dinner’s almost done.

Peter takes Wade’s hand again and brings it to his lips, kissing it lightly. They they walk inside.

END