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

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Yay! I actually DID have some time to write! 

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Once safely back at Miguel's home, Miguel locked the door behind them and breathed heavily against the door.

"That took an absurd amount of energy." He grumbled in protest at his own body.

"Then it's a good thing you can finally rest now." Peter said picking up his green coat.

Miguel watched him quizzically, "are you leaving? You can if you want, it's just that I thought you were staying."

Peter watched Miguel's shoulders sag slightly, and it took everything in him not to smile at it.

"No, I was just grabbing my coat so I won't forget it because heaven knows I will. I was just going to move to your living room for the couch if you don't mind." Peter laughed.

"Yes, of course." Miguel led the man to the room where the velvet couch sat and Peter scoffed at it.

"My word Miguel, where do you get a blue velvet couch? I mean, this thing looks like it's straight out of the medieval times!"

"Victorian, actually. And I found it at a yard sale and thought it was kind of cool." Miguel's hand went to comb through his dark swooping locks and Peter found it incredibly adorable that not only did Miguel stop at yard sales, but he also had a keen interest in period pieces. Of course he did. After all, he had the money for it. Although Peter only ever heard him talk about how he always got his "cool stuff" second hand.

"That's neat." Peter shrugged, plopping himself down on the sofa.

"Let me go grab you some blankets." Miguel said as he left the room.

The sofa had a rather pleasant bounce to it that made it even more appealing to sit on. The velvet was worn and had clearly enjoyed many years of fun-loving frivolous play. Parts of the couch were darker than others, not from stains but from the velvet being stretched thin. Peter was beginning to see why Miguel liked to get it all second hand. It had life to it, and its previous purpose was made clear through it. Peter saw a beauty in that. "If only the walls could talk" Peter thought to himself looking around the big room, photos of Miguel and Gaby were on almost every surface imaginable. Some photos were tipped over, and Peter figured who was in those, and he understood.

"Is this going to be comfortable enough for you?" Miguel asked, standing in the doorway, his arms full of blankets.

Peter B nodded, "it's great! Thanks." He got up to take the blankets from Miguel.

Peter didn't want Miguel to leave, and yes, he knew Miguel wasn't going far, but after all the time they had spent together that night, he didn't want to abandon Miguel for even a moment.

"Thanks." He said again, looking Miguel in the eyes who gave a very frank, curt, smile before briskly turning around and heading back towards the stairs.

"Goodnight!" Peter called after him.

"Night." Was all he got in response.

Peter sighed, setting the blankets down on the couch before standing straight and walking over to a table in the corner of the room that held quite a few of the tipped over photos. Peter grabbed a handful and walked back over to the couch with them in hand. Once seated, he kicked his feet up on the glass coffee table in front of the couch and turned a photo over.

Facing him were two smiling faces. Miguel's head was only partially in the frame, Peter's perfectly shaved face took up most of it. The camera had been held at a funny angle that made their faces look much longer than they really were. Peter B liked seeing Miguel happy. He set that one down and turned over another.

About an hour and a half had passed after Peter had been going through Miguel's old photos and he had only made it part way across the room, due to the fact that he would spend time with each photo, trying to guess where they were, why they were there, and what was making them so happy. Although, the answer to the last question was obvious to Peter.

Just then, Peter heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs and by the time he had begun to react, it was too late. Miguel stood, arms crossed, and eyes sleepy in the doorway.

"I see you've gotten into my old photos." Miguel's voice was thick with exhaustion.

"I'm sorry, I'll put them back." Peter said hurrying to pick up the photos littering the coffee table.

"Don't worry about it. I guess it's good to see someone giving them attention." Miguel had started to turn to leave the room before Peter noticed and spoke up.

"Wait where are you going and why are you still up?"

"I was going to get a glass of water, and I have insomnia." Miguel was short with his answer and didn't stop walking to the kitchen, which meant Peter had to follow him to get an answer to his question.

"Oh, I didn't know that. Is there anything I could do to help?" Peter questioned.

"I guess, but-"

"No buts young man. I'll do it." Peter signed himself up.

"Fine. But, I mean, it's kind of a nuisance." Miguel said sheepishly.

"Well, go on then." Peter made a circling motion with his hands as if it would make Miguel get his words out faster.

"Just spend the night with me." Miguel whispered.

"What?"

"Not like that, Parker. I meant just in my room with me. Not that that sounds any better." Even in the low light Peter could see the flush on Miguel's face. In any other instance he would also feel embarrassed if not for himself, but for Miguel. But now, he didn't mind because Miguel was expressing his needs and he never in the history of things Miguel did, do that.

"Ok, that's fine with me." Peter said, growing closer to Miguel.

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alsooo I made some art that I'm planning on sharing once this reaches 1000 reads so I hope it happens soon CUZ ITS VERY RELEVANT TO THE CURRENT FEW CHAPTERRRRS

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