"Mr. Peter," Jarvis's voice awoke the sleeping teen. He sat up in his bed, waiting for the AI to continue. "There's someone climbing up your window to see you. I believe it's Mr. Wilson." Peter sucked in a sharp gasp. "Would you like me to sound the alarm?"
"No, no, that's okay Jarvis! In fact, don't tell my dads, okay?" the teen ordered.
Jarvis responded, "As you wish, sir," and signed off. Peter jumped out of his bed and bounded over to his window, shoving it open and peering down the mansion wall. He could already see a figure through the black night, crawling his way to his window.
"Wade!" Peter hissed, and the figure froze. "Wade, what are you doing here?"
"Web me up!" he answered. Peter let out an annoyed huff, but shot a clean web down the wall, hauling the boy up.
"Jesus you need to lose some weight," Peter grunted as he gave one final jerk and Wade collapsed on top of him and onto the soft carpet. They lay there for a moment, Wilson grinning mischievously.
"Well, this is a pleasing position," he snickered before Peter shoved at him.
"Oh, get off me." They both sat up, sitting criss-cross and facing each other. "What are you doing here? If my dads catch you, they'll literally murder you. I'm not kidding." Wade pouted.
"But it's not fair. Just 'cuz they don't like me don't mean they can stop me from seeing you." His expression grew soft, his blue eyes warm. "I really like you, Spidey."
Peter smiled, feeling his heart grow fuzzy. "Okay, fine. You can stay for the night. But my pop wakes up early, like at five. So you have to be gone before then, alright?" Wade beamed excitedly, lunging forward and crashing into the teen, causing them to topple onto the floor in a tangle of limbs.
"I love you, Spidey!" Wade purred, kissing along his neck, knowing that's Peter's tickle spot. Peter immediately wriggled underneath Wade's lips, fighting back laughter.
"Wade, stop, before you make me scream," he whispered, giggles escaping his throat.
"But you're so adorable," Wilson breathed in Spiderman's ear as he mounted Peter to the floor, his knees pushing down on either side of Peter's thighs, and his hands pinning the teen's wrists above his head. Peter trembled at the warm air wafting at his ear, and tried to remain calm and focused.
"Wade, come on. No fooling around. It's too easy for us to get caught- let's just go to sleep."
Wilson let out a whine. "But sleeping with Peter Parker and NOT making out? How is that possible?"
"Waade," Peter pleaded. He liked keeping Wade to himself, but he couldn't risk them getting caught. Wade sighed.
"Alright, fine," he mumbled, scooting off and letting Peter get up. He jumped onto the bed, curling up underneath the covers. He pulled off his t-shirt and jeans, quickly shoving off the comforter and striking a sexy model pose in only his boxers. He gave Peter a perfect smile. "Hey there, big boy." Peter snorted while trying not to laugh, even covering his mouth as he lay down next to his boyfriend.
"Oh shut up and go to sleep."
"It's so hot," Wade suddenly said, tugging at Peter's pajamas. "Maybe you should take these off so you don't have a heat stroke and die?" Peter rolled his eyes, slipping off his shirt.
"That's all I'm taking off," he warned. Wade smirked.
"For now," he whispered before shutting his eyes and curling up against Peter's bare chest. Peter sighed but kept his smile firmly on his lips as he shut his eyes and wrapped his arms around Wade's waist. The last thing he heard before drifting off to sleep was a faint, "I love you, Petey."
When he woke up the next morning, Wade was gone.