Peter can't control himself

'It's not hard' Peter thought to himself 'Just... stop...'
"You know you have to appreciate the timing" Deadpool's voice chimes in from the ether
"Hmm?" Peter mumbles into his hand
"You know I'm your biggest fan and obviously I couldn't be happier with this SpideyPool fanfic happening right now, I'm just glad I got adorable twink Spiderman and not the previous ones."
Peter mumbled a confused response.
"Well there is original trilogy Peter Parker, Peter Parkour, and then my favorite, 'Penis Parker'. When Disney and Sony planned their little merger I planned a merger of my own... you cant see it but I'm sticking my finger into my hand to signify anal sex"

Fuck he was nearly fully hard in the school's hallway and though he was previously content considering himself averagely endowed but that was before Deadpool's earlier changes left him hung to a comical degree and that was before he got hard. Oh shit, how much blood did that thing require? Fuck, was he getting light headed? Any fantasy of control he was harboring was quickly draining into a dick that must of looked like it belonged to the Hulk's on his small frame.

"Now you've got me thinking of mashups, how do you feel about me turning you into an awkward nerdy skater punk? No comment? Honestly its like I'm talking to myself sometimes"

Peter ignored Deadpool, distracted by his own internal struggle.
'I'm not going to be able to think... shit maybe not even stay conscious...' Peter mused. He would need to do something now or never. He hesitated, 'Fuuuck, I can't do it... Fuck, I don't want to... Maybe I should use two hands... would feel amazing... finish faster... ya... that will work...'

"I look away for a few minutes and I find out you're far sluttier than your pg-13 label would suggest, this makes me so proud."

He wasn't listening, Deadpool's words were like a distant echo in his head. Peter's hand dropped from his mouth. His head tilted down to watch as his hands worked his massive pole. He bit his lip as his two hands worked together. He was barely aware of anything else, his mind lightly conscious that he could hear people giggling, girls... boys... Someone was shouting... saying... Pe...Peter? Fuck he didn't care... he was so close.

A hand grabbed at Peter's shoulder shaking him out of his stupor.
"Fuck, I..."
"Dude what are you doing?"
"Ned?" Peter's focus started to return, "Oh shit Ned! I-"
"Dude people can see you!"
"I..." Peter's embarrassment temporarily snapping him back to 'reality'