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Peter cracked a grin as he opened his eyes to see Wade stood outside the shower pulling faces. He pushed open the door, Wade swiftly scooting into his space.
“What, I can’t get a little privacy?”
Wade scoffed, pressing closer against Peter. “You know an unlocked door is an invitation to me, baby boy.”
Peter laughed as Wade planted open mouthed kisses up his jaw, pushing ineffectually at his shoulders. Wade catching him round the waist to stop his retreat and blowing a wet raspberry behind his ear.
“Fuck off Wade, I’m trying to get clean”, Peter laughed, feeling Wade’s dick give an interested twitch against his leg.
Wade’s hum rumbled through him where he was pressed impossibly close, hands starting to massage into Peter’s skin. Peter finally managing to twist to catch Wade’s lips against his own, the kiss melting into a slow slide of mouths.
Peter finally pulling back with a smack of lips and pushing his hand into Wade’s chasing face.
He laughed, “I’m about done in here anyway. Knock yourself out.”
He stepped away, planting a quick kiss to Wade’s pouting face. He jolted as Wade’s hand caught his ass in a resounding slap as he stepped out the shower. He spun to Wade dancing away under the spray, tittering to himself.
Peter shook his head, shutting the shower door and flushing the toilet on his way out. He sniggered at Wade’s yelp echoing out the bathroom at the suddenly over-hot water.
He tugged the towel around his waist, sitting on the edge of the bed to scroll through his notifications. He smiled to himself as he could hear the sound of Wade belting out Celine Dion in the shower.
A memory popped up on Facebook. Forgetting himself, he clicked it to be greeted with his own smiling face next to MJ. Right. Five years ago they’d gone on that trip to the Maldives. To celebrate something… A promotion maybe? It had been a great trip.
He studied the photo of himself looking at MJ with such focused adoration. Glanced at MJ, braced for the usual stab of regret and heartbreak. It still felt… Weird. He could remember the echo of his feelings, but no pain. He kind of just… Missed a friend. Nostalgic.
“Huh.” He hummed to himself.
“You okay, baby boy?”
Peter looked up to see Wade strolling over, dripping water across the floor, towel looped over his shoulders and just free-balling it across the room. He felt his lips quirk up, a warm sense of pride that Wade felt comfortable enough to be completely nude, relaxed in the sunlight warming the room.
Wade waggled where his brows would be, “Like what you see, Petey?”
Peter threw his phone to one side, opening his arms. “I do. Now get over here.”
Wade grinned, gathering Peter in his arms to lay him out against the bed, lips kissing over any available skin within reach. Peter laughed, chest feeling both light and full of something… Love, probably. Joy. Excitement.
“Hey, Wade?”
Wade shuddered, lips travelling up Peter’s jaw as he hummed in response.
Peter ignored his pulse building. “You wanna move in. With me?”
Wade pulled back, mouth hanging open. Peter waited, starting to get used to Wade’s processing time.
“You want to live with me ?” Wade squawked.
Peter huffed a laugh, drawing patterns up Wade’s arms. He nodded. “You wanna?”
“Is that even a question? I’ll take anything you’ll give me Petey, holy shit.”
Peter laughed, tugging Wade’s face down to his own. The kiss was sweet, soft, a promise. “Hey”, Peter murmured against Wade’s lips.
Wade rumbled a hum, catching Peter’s lips in another kiss before barely pulling back, going to nuzzle into Peter’s cheek. “Yeah?”
Peter’s smile stretched wide, nosing against Wade’s ear. “I love you.”
“Love you, Petey. Love you so much. Holy fuck.” Wade kissed behind his jaw, mouth open and hot under his ear, teeth grazing over his jumping pulse.
Peter laughed, a little giddy. “You’re moving in.”
Wade pulled back grinning, “Try and tear me away, Petey.”
Peter rubbed his nose against Wade’s, cheeks hurting from how hard he was smiling. “Never.”