"I have legs." Peter complained as he was lifted again and set down in the tub of water. "And I'm by six. I shouldn't take a bath more then once a year maybe." He said.

Wade beamed down at Peter. In the last ten minutes he'd gotten more banter from Peter then he'd gotten in the past week.

"There's no age limit on baths Baby Boy." Wade purred as he pulled off the rest of his suit before climbing in behind Peter and wrapping his legs around the smaller. How the two men fit in the tub was a physics question Wade had no intension of understanding or figuring out.

Peter halfheartedly hummed in response as he stared that the water at his feet. He nearly shrieked when something wet was dumped unexpectedly on him.

"Oh please. It's a trickle, I'm not dumping anything." Wade objected as he slowly poured water from the tub into Peter's hair from an old cool whip container, obviously clean.

Peter ignored the comment as he stared at the tiles of the shower wall before having to look away from the grimy grout in between. He was going to want to climb out of the tub if he thought about if the same disgusting growth was on the porcelain of the tub. He knows he's cleaned it, but the damage done by the lack of hygiene care from the last owners had a lasting effect that made all the germaphobic bells and whistles screech in his mind. He really, really missed his nice, pristine bathroom in their old apartment. Technically they still owned it. Someday he'd be able to go back. Someday. Never wasn't an option. He'd claim he'd been resurrected like Christ before having to live the rest f his life in a low quality, high rent place like this.

Peter didn't hear the sound of the cap of shampoo being opened as he was lost in thought. The cool feeling of the runny, gel like texture felt soothing against against his scalp. There really wasn't anything like the nice feeling of soap on your body when you were dirty.

Peter closed his eyes as Wade massaged the shampoo in suds, creating an interesting mountain of bubbles on Peter's head before he wiped the collection off of slick hair and cupping the mass in his hands before spreading it on Peter's shoulders and back. Peter raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything as he wade continued, finally taking the small container again and rinsing Peter of the sudsy mess that was fun to play with nevertheless. Conditioner was added afterwards, left to set up a few minutes as he began to wash the rest of Peter with a soft wash cloth. They only owned Baby soft towels for Wade's sake. The arachnid unwilling to allow Wade to use rough to the touch towels the had before after he'd found the soft things by chance at the store. It was humorous to Wade the first time Peter said so until he realized that Peter was being flat or serious about Wade only being able to use the hand towel sized things to dry off. True they felt nice but seriously, they weren't made for adults for a reason and was urgent trying to get Peter to agree to ordering something online that was more agreeable to his body size. For gods sakes he was a six some foot tall man using baby towels. And don't even get him started on the gentle washes away Peter had gotten him. In the end though despite the complete fussing Wade wouldn't ever be able to say that he didn't live the thought Peter gave while getting such things. He really was trying to help and for the Maori part it was even if it was small details the big picture.

Peter slowly relaxed before Wade's ministrations as the mercenary started to softly knead his muscles. He wasn't exercising as much while it running around New York in spandex but by all means it still felt wonderful as he melted under warm, strong hands.

"Don't get to relaxed there honey buns. We still have a grocery run to get done." Wade said softly into Peter's ear as the spider went lax in his hold.

Peter sighed. He didn't want to go to the store. He just wanted to stay home. Wasn't the bathroom enough of a long day adventure for them?

Wade's shoulders drooped at then lack of any enthusiasm from his mate.

[Nothing ever happens in a day. It'll take weeks, even months before he's back to himself.] Yellow supplied quietly.

"Let me help you." Peter finally said, turning around somehow without severely splashing or slipping as to face Wade after escaping his hold.

Peter's Hazel eyes scanned Wade as he waited for the other to allow him to do so. Peter's heart sunk at the thought he'd forgotten about his adoring Watching of Wade he used to take part in. He liked to watch each day how Wade's scars slowly shifted slowly like constellations in the sky as night progressed. He was like an abstract art when Peter actually focused on soft ridges and lines that Wade so dearly despised.

Longing for the past settled deeply in his chest as he looked into wades blue eyes, guilt washing through him at identifying the culprit in all this ruined domestic life.

"I'm sorry." Peter said looking down, ashamed of his greediness he hadn't noticed before. All he'd been thinking about was himself, and he'd been working so hard on reforming to be that person Wade needed but after a few months he crashed again. Everything done in vain.

3-4 chapters left guys 😬