Could it be - a spideypool story

eighteen

Peter POV

I wake up to hear noises I look around and see Wade damn I forgot he was here "your parents are geting it on" he says looking at me

"Ew" I say rolling my eyes at him

"What you jealous that your not geting any"

I blush no way in hell was he applying what I think he is

*about 30 minutes later*
Wade wraps his arms around me and leaves hickeys all on my neck I lean into him I hear a knock on my door Wade puts his head under the covers shit we are screwed is all I can think
And that's when the door opens

"Baby pack a bag Wade can come with I dont care" it's my pops

"How did you know he was here"

" I'm your pops son I know alot of things you probably should cover those hickeys tho your dad wouldnt be happy to see thoes" he says smiling at me

"Were are we going" I say geting up in my boxers

"Just going on a drive me you your dad and Wade if hes going" he says

I throw a shirt and some Jean's on pack a bag

" I'm sure he is" I say

"Good I'll be downstairs with your dad" he says leaving and shouting the door behind him