( look, after the inital shock of downright abrasive flirting wore off, peter presumed that it wasn't about him, that deadpool was like this with everyone. that he used flirting with people (and danger) as a means of keeping people at an arm's length because it came on so strong that it couldn't not be exaggerated versions of his real feelings. wade flirts like peter breathes, it is non-stop on his good days. he's still not anticipating being called dumb, which while not technically incorrect (he thought it just a moment ago), it confounds him. )

Okay, man. You're not interested. Just say that. We don't need to get nasty.

( rather than answering him in the instant, wade moves, reaching for his face and peter lets him. that's okay, they don't need words, this is good enough. the textured pads of his fingers against peter's neck are nothing, chaste, but it's the only thing he can focus on with tunnel vision. his own fingers come up out of reflex, catching the edge at the other side of his mask. holding on as he swallows hard.

i want to touch you.

in another universe, another timeline, maybe there are a plethora of spider-mans that would plummet to their death before unmasking in front of deadpool. this peter parker has already showed his face to two members of the stacy family, two other versions of himself, one of their friend groups. an archnemesis or two. he's a correct for consequences after the fact kind of rebel, beg for forgiveness and all that. and if wade wanted him dead, he's had so many chances. )

It's a mess under here. ( a valid excuse, really, with the blood streaked under his nose, the light bruising. peter takes a breath and tugs, pulling the mask over his head as he moves, shifting to a crouch next to wade because he's too chickensit to straddle his lap yet. )

Ta da! ( very softly and with low energy, like he's not sure what wade is going to do or think about this unveiling. he half-heartedly grins, definitely feeling the nerves rise. fake it til you make it, etc. )