Hobie Brown (Spider-man) Stories

Happy Birthday Concert

You get front row to the most greatest artist known at your street concert, practically VIP. A long-time friend of yours, Hobie, gave you a ticket for free knowing you absolutely LOVE the music this mysterious artist makes. Nothing better than a hot spider-man, with an amazing sense of style, playing a cool ass guitar, not even messing up a bit when he does his solos.
     Better you know Hobie is more worth it than the mysterious rockstar spider-man.
     You always thought how lucky you are to be friends with Hobie. For years now you've just had this huge crush on him, his sarcasm and a musical dream made him the most attractive person even.
     Maybe that's why you love this Rockstar Spider-man because it reminds you so much of Hobie. You stop thinking though as the concert starts.
     You look around for Hobie, saving him a seat, but he never shows up. He promised he'd be there with you, why give you a ticket if he can't even keep a promise to me with you?
     "Hey you."
     You hear the spider-man say. You turn towards him as he was specifically talking to you. Your heart rushed as you realized your favorite artist said hey to you.
     "Keep your eyes on me. It's my show." He looks away from you as he lifts his guitar up and starts strumming a song.
     You forget all about Hobie for a second, only keeping the Spider-man in your head, this makes your body excited. In a pleasurable way somehow.
     This tune too was your favorite song. You always ramble to Hobie how you'd literally die if Spider-man played this first thing at his next concert, and Hobie just responds with "If you want him so bad just say so. The worst he can say is no, yeah?" He says in a dry tone. You get back into reality as spider-man finishes his solo.
     The whole play was hard to stay focused on as you felt bad for experiencing the front row without your best friend Hobie.
     As everyone started leaving the concert, you stayed, stuck to the seat as if it was the right thing to do.
      You can't get Hobie out of your head, you really wish he was here, you're always so clingy to him nowadays, sometimes you wish you never liked him more than a friend, but you can't help it.
     A tap on your shoulder from behind you startles and makes you flinch your whole body. A whisper behind your ear.
     "I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you at the Concert, but you're a big girl and you can handle me not being around, yeah?"
     This sends shivers down your spin as you turn around, sensing that it was Hobie since it sounded like him.
     But it wasn't Hobie, it was the rockstar Spider-man.
     "oh"
     "oh?" he questions
     "oh no no, like oh as in I thought you were someone else...haha." You try to awkwardly stop the conversation, but he just chuckles along.
     "I guess you really can't handle not being without me, huh?" He gets closer to your face, almost touching noses.
     "Follow me to the back stage." He says in a low tone.
     He grabs by your shoulders, and gently shoves you towards the bag stage, turning into his dressing room.
     You scan his room, shook by what's happening. Looking around in silence, you see all the gifts you gave to Hobie either hanging up or on display anywhere on anything. You turn to look at spider-man.
     "Are you friends with Hobie or something?"
     "God you're kinda stupid for a girl I thought was smart, I've known you for years love, you must have caught on already."
     You pause, confused by what he means.
     He dramatically sighs before reaching his hands to his mask, taking it off.
     Hobie was standing right in front of you now.
     Holy shit you thought, two in one. You get to have your favorite artist and best friend at the SAME TIME
     "I, shit holy shit, Hobie I-" you're all flustered, don't know what to say next.
     Hobie walks towards you slowly, making it impossible for you to talk.
     He gets too close making you step back away from him, but he still continues to walk towards you. You feel yourself almost tripping onto the table that's behind you, making you now almost sitting on the table.
     Hobie stops in between your legs, and brings his face towards your ears so he can whisper.
     "I can't quite hear you with all that stuttering...try now."
     words can't explain what you're feeling right now, but it's definitely unholy. You open your mouth to try and say something again, but you freeze as you feel his cold hands going under your shirt.
     "Come on, don't let me distract you." He leans into your neck and slowly kisses it gently.
     Is this even real? This gotta be a dream. A hot, steamy, the only thing you want to dream.
     You manage to say something before his hand reaches your bra.
     "I didn't know my favorite artist and my favorite boy that I love is the same person." You say out of breath.
     You feel him chuckle, bringing his head out of your neck. "I knew you weren't so weak, but let's see if you're as confident as I think you are."
     He brings his face to yours, feeling his breath hit against your lips, just one inch away from kissing. "How much do you love me?"
     He stays in that position, wanting you to answer before responding.
     He stares into your eyes, making you nervous to even speak, but if he wants you to answer he's gonna get it.