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

Finally home

Part 5!! I hope you're enjoying the story! Towards the end of this one Peter and Miguel get real cute so stick with it! :) enjoy!

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Miguel opened the large wooden front door to reveal some of the most elaborate pieces of art and furniture Peter had ever seen. Gold frames with elegant oil renaissance paintings lined either side of the long dimly lit hallway. Two large hand painted vases stood on either side of the doorway, filled to the brim with fresh flowers.

"How?" Was all Peter could mumble in total awe.

"It's all thrifted." Miguel leaned down and whispered to Peter in the dark hall.

"What? That's even more impressive!" Peter whispered back.

"That's the point. I'm not one to spend money on lavish items." Miguel shrugged.

Miguel made no effort to turn on the lights, not wanting to wake Gabriella.

"This is amazing!" Peter murmured, squeezing Miguel's hand for the hundredth time. He liked to because he figured it reassured Miguel that he wasn't lying to him. If there was one thing he had picked up on with Miguel, it was that Miguel was very cautious and skeptical about people. He was looking forward to the day where he would get to learn about why.

"Where do you want to go?" Miguel asked, pulling Peter from his thoughts.

Peter answered in one word, "sleep."

Miguel nodded and beckoned towards the grand stairs. Even the carpet seemed valuable, or at least old enough to be considered so. The pair headed upstairs. Miguel led them to a room on the right halfway down the corridor.

"This is the room I typically slept in when Gaby needed it most."

"So, is Gabriella's room the one on the right of it?" Peter asked, looking at the door on the right that had been littered with a mixture of soccer balls and butterflies, what a mix.

"Yup. She was adamant about putting stickers on the door. It was a losing battle." Miguel chuckled.

Miguel and Peter kept walking down the hall and Miguel pointed out the bathroom, the balcony that overlooked the garden, in which Peter rushed over to.

"Holy shit!" Peter laughed, "that's a big ass garden!"

"Yeah, I guess in my free time I like to spend a little time out there."

"Your idea of a little time seems to be very different from mine." Peter chortled.

"Oh, be quiet." Miguel laughed, elbowing Peter lightly.

Peter in return ruffled Miguel's hair as a way of getting back at him for offending his rib cage. Peter liked how Miguel's hair looked after being bewildered. It was cute and messy. It made him look less uptight and rigid. That's when Peter had an idea, he'd tell Miguel later. He wanted Miguel to finish giving him the tour before he asked Miguel anything.

"Down here at the end of this hall is my room." Miguel gestured to the lonely door at the end, "we can go in, if you want." Miguel said quietly.

"Sounds good to me!" Peter wasn't going to lie, he was excited to see Miguel's room. Miguel didn't strike him as the type to spend tons of time in it, but nonetheless, it was his sacred resting place and Peter wanted to know what it was like.

Miguel twisted the doorknob and opened the door. The room was beautiful. A king sized bed lay in the center of it, fastened with beautiful emerald green bedding. On either side of the bed rest two golden art deco mirrors and under said mirrors were two identical green stain glass lamps. The walls were an elegant white and the trim was the same emerald green as the bed. To the right side of the room was a set of glass doors that led out to another balcony, and on the opposite side of the room was a door that Peter figured led to a personal bathroom. In short, the room was a masterpiece in its own right. It being Miguel's just made it ten times better.

"This is incredible!" Peter gawked.

"Thanks, I try to keep it relatively clean at the very least." Miguel shrugged.

Peter ran over to the two glass doors and swung the open so that he was gazing out across the garden again. The moon was out in full force, so for the lights to be turned on was not needed. Miguel joined Peter out on the balcony and Peter wrapped and arm around Miguel's waist and leaned his head against the tall man.

"It's so pretty." Peter breathed.

"Mm, so are you." Miguel smiled softly down at Peter.

Peter's heart fluttered at the comment. It wasn't like Miguel to come out so blatantly and say something like that.

"Thanks sweets." Peter reached up and kissed Miguel's cheek. Peter saw Miguel blush and smile.

"Now, what did you say about being tired?" Miguel raised an eyebrow at Peter.

"Oh, right. That." Peter snickered.

They both turned back around and headed back into the bedroom. Miguel grabbed a plain gray T shirt from his drawer and tossed it as Peter.

"Here, sleeping in your suit probably wouldn't be very comfortable. You can change in the bathroom if you want. And pants wise, you can just sleep in your boxers if you want." Miguel said the last part more quietly than the rest of his sentence.

Peter gave him a thumbs up and headed into Miguel's bathroom.

Miguel threw on a white shirt of his own and crawled into the bed. He hoped Peter would be up to sharing the bed. It was big enough for the two of them, but if he didn't want to Miguel supposed he could let Peter have the bed to himself and Miguel could take the room next to Gabriella's.

Moments later Peter came out of the bathroom and it took everything in Miguel to keep from laughing at Peter. His shirt was huge on him. It dropped over his shoulders and hung there like Peter had just draped a sheet over his front and called it a day. Miguel loved it.

"I think it fits!" Peter said sarcastically, making his way over to Miguel.

Peter crawled in besides Miguel, bringing the sheets up over his front. Miguel's head lolled to the side so that he could look at Peter. And of course, Peter did the same before readjusting himself and sliding an arm under Miguel's side and pulling the bigger man closer to him. He let himself be moved by Peter. Miguel buried his head into Peter's side and smiled against him. He felt Peter's hands draw shapes on his back. Peter's hands traveled up into his hair and Miguel enjoyed every minute of it. Peter's hands were gentle and soft. Again, with such warmth and intention in everything they did. It was splendid.

Just then, Miguel heard the door open.

"Papa? I had a bad dream."

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Hope you liked this chapter! Stuff should start to pick up the pace a little more now! 

Cya soon :)