To keep you- Miguel O'Hara/Peter B Parker

Hand in Hand

AAAAAA I hope you're enjoying this so far! Imma just clear up some details on the story for you.

Right now, this is taking place before the spider society, before miles, and before Peter B Parker. This Peter is the one from miles world at the beginning of the first film. (The Peter that dies, that's why I don't refer to him as Peter B Parker.) hope this helps! Enjoy!

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"Oh my gosh! Really? I'd love to meet her!" Peter exclaimed jumping up from where we sat. He almost toppled over the side of the building to boot.

"Well, I guess." Miguel just watched the ecstatic Peter jump around above him.

Peter offered Miguel a hand, in which he took for the second time. Peter hoisted him up with a little more force than Miguel had been expecting and he bumped into with a quiet "oof".

"Sorry." Miguel shyly mumbled.

"Your good." Peter patted Miguel's back. The gesture sent a warm shiver down Miguel's spine. The kind of shiver one is randomly struck with doing a most mundane task or activity. It wasn't unpleasant, it was quite the opposite. Miguel had wished Peter left his hand on his back for longer than he did. The man had already hopped down off the ledge and was trotting over to a bed of flowers. Peter was always on the move, Miguel had noted. Miguel watched as Peter stuck his nose into rose so vibrant it seemed to glow in the night sky.

"Miguel!" Peter waved to him, calling him over.

Miguel wished he could hear Peter call his name more often, he loved the way he said it. He said it purposely, the same way he did everything else. With purpose. He didn't really pronounce the I in his name, but that added a little extra flare in classic Peter fashion.

Miguel complied and walked over to Peter. Peter slid a hand around Miguel's waist, making him jump. Peter looked at quizcally, as if to ask if he was alright. Miguel just smiled at the blonde, relaxing into the much appreciated touch. Peters hands were warm. He was squeezing Miguel lightly, and Miguel loved it. Maybe a little more than he should, but nonetheless it was the fact that it was Peters touch that made it ok. Miguel pushed into the contact and put and arm around Peters shoulders, the width of his biceps at least the size of Peters head.

"What is it you wanted to show me?" Miguel asked the man with sparkling eyes.

"I just wanted to touch you." Peter said with a koi look on his face.

Miguel blushed and rolled his eyes, smiling. He was beginning to realize just how tired he was. It was later than they were typically out for. His eyelids were starting to droop.

"Sleepy?" Miguel felt warm breath in his ear.

He turned to look at the shorter man. And nodded without a word.

"Well then let's get you home." Peter squeezed Miguel's side and Miguel let out an airy breath. He could've sworn he saw Peter smirk at his response.

"I can get myself home, thank you very much."

"Really? Because I wouldn't mind seeing the inside of it. I wanna know how you decorate." Peter inquired.

This was all moving faster than Miguel had expected. Did Peter really feel the same way about him? Did he really want to see the house? Or was he planning something Miguel wasn't in the mood for? He was quiet for a moment before finally answering the man.

"Fine."

The two decided to walk back instead of web themselves to Miguel's place. It was a warm and humid night. The sky was clear and the stars were singing. The streets were empty and rather atmospheric thanks to the warm light the street lamps cast upon the cracked sidewalks. The moths licked at the light the lamps shed, as if drinking up all they had to offer. Miguel wondered what they found so appealing about the light. What made it better than the darkness? Were moths like humans? The way they were always seeking for where the grass is greener and always coming up empty handed? Miguel figured this probably wasn't the best time to be enveloped in his thoughts when Peter was right next to him. Miguel looked at Peter, the way the light fell around his face, illuminating all the right places. His eyes, his straight nose, his cheek bones,

His lips.

"It's quiet tonight." Peter mused, turning his head to look at Miguel, who was already looking at him.

"mm," Miguel hummed in acknowledgment.

Miguel felt a hand brush up lightly against his. He gaze stayed straight ahead, but he felt Peters eyes gouging a hole into the side of head. Peters hand grazed his again, and this time he knew it was intentional. Nonetheless, Miguel made no effort to move his own into Peters. This time, when Peter's hand touched Miguel's, it did continue on by. Miguel felt long spindly fingers wrap around his own. He wondered if Peter played piano with how long they were. He looked at Peter, who's eyes were still fixated on Miguel's. He smiled shyly, it wasn't like him to get so timid around people, but this was Peter.

"Is this ok?" Peter asked, smiling at Miguel with doughy eyes.

"Of course." Miguel whispered looking down and to the side, embarrassed. He had never really been in a relationship before, in all honesty, he didn't think anybody would be interested in him. He knew there wasn't much too him. He was quiet, an introvert, and it took a while for people to get to know him. Nobody had ever stuck around to get to know him, so he supposed that's why he had never really been in a relationship. Sure, he's kissed people before, but it had never been anything more than fleeting careless youthful moments from when he was a teen, still experimenting with himself.

"I told you to stop looking down! I wanna see your face." Peter said bringing his free hand to Miguel's jaw, turning his head to look at him.

"Oh, sorry." Miguel chuckled.

"Don't apologize! It's all good. Hey, where do you live exactly?" Peter inquired.

Miguel was still unsure of Peter's intentions, and he wasn't used to letting people in so soon. Let alone to where he lived with a child in the house. But, for some unknown reason Miguel didn't refrain from Peter in any way shape or form.

The two walked down the silent streets, turning at a desolate stop sign onto an even quieter side road.

"Conveniently, right here." Miguel pointed to the rather grand white house, it had perfectly manicured lawn with plenty of flowers, the primary being poppies and roses. Peter figured that must mean Miguel gardens, if he lives there by himself, with the exception of his daughter of course. It wasn't a new house, it was a sweeping Victorian style home. Peter marveled at its beauty, and Miguel noticed.

"It's kind of funny to think that just me and Gaby live here, huh?" Miguel tweeted, "Gaby used to get scared so I moved a bedroom to the one next to her. It's not the one I typically use, but on the nights that are particularly loud and angry, I'll sleep there."

"Hold on, you have more than one bedroom?" Peter gaped.

"Yes, but I don't want it to be a bragging factor." Miguel was quick to defend himself.

"I think that's great! But, I'd much rather enjoy the place from the inside rather than just the outside." Peter drawled.

"Then let's go in." Miguel smiled, giving Peter's hand a squeeze.

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Hope you liked! Working on the next chapter now :)

Cya soon!