Well then he's just going to keep doing what works.

...and possibly start jerking himself off. He's only human.

"Oh-- you're so good--"

And he's coming down Z's throat.

One last swallow–two last swallows. Ow.

He comes up and gasps for air and forgets for a minute about other biological considerations.

Cuddles!

"At some point we should probably go down to my apartment," Asher says. "Fucking on the roof is hot but it is not super comfortable."

"–good. Yeah. Apartment is good. I'm in favor."

He scrambles to redress himself.

(He leaves the mask off.)

In Asher's living room a teenage boy is lying on the floor, eating fudge, papers and textbooks and half-eaten snacks scattered around him. 

"Hi, Asher, I--"

He looks up.

He stares.

Another teenage boy is stretched out next to him. "Hi Asher!" 

He pauses for a moment before going fuck it and adding "Hello Deadpool." 

Oh shit people he didn't expect people.

(And that one is staring at him. Half his face itches.)

"Uh–hey–"

...waaait just a fucking minute. He knows that voice.

"Spidey!"

"Sure am!" he agrees. "This is Lev. Lev, this is Deadpool, not that I thought you couldn't guess." 

Words. What are words. Words are not a thing Lev is currently capable of producing.

"Lev is a mutant! His family is crap so I stole him. He's dating Spidey."

"Awww!"

He puts his hands on his cheeks.

"Tiny superhero boyfriends!"

"— and you said you weren't cute." 

Lev smooshes his face into Sasha's shoulder and mutters something incomprehensible into it.

...okay. Not super unreasonable.

He sort of...angles the relevant side of his face away.

"We, uh. Don't have to stick around, but it's kind of cool to meet you in person – fuck, that's not what meet you in person means – uh –"

He's way more articulate with a mask on. This is totally not his fault.

"I'm going to date Deadpool!" Asher says cheerfully.

Lev makes an upset noise into Sasha's shoulder.

He pets the back of Lev's head. "He's not grossed out, this is just how he gets around people he's into," he says to Deadpool. "He wouldn't look me in the eye in English class for like a month. Also, congratulations." 

Extremely upset noise!

"Fuck! What? Is it just 'people think Deadpool is hot' day?"

He looks at Asher.

"Is there some kind of magic love potion bullshit happening here?"

"Lev used to run the eerily accurate fansite about you. The one with the gallery of shirtless pictures."

More petting. "Maybe we just clump." Not that he wouldn't be interested in magic love potion bullshit shut up. 

"...okay, so in retrospect it's a really good thing that I didn't send nudes."