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

Take a chance

I've been speedy!

enjoy!

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Peter marveled at yet another one of Miguel's treasures, this one being his bedroom. Besides for it being on the opposite end of the house, it was Peter's favorite room he had ventured into.

"Miguel, I know I was in here earlier, but I wasn't exactly focused on the decor, but holy hell this is crazy!" Peter ran into Miguel's room leaving him in the dust.

He flew onto the huge bed, knocking off most of the many pillows.

"Thank you Peter." Miguel said, picking up the cushions from where they had gone tumbling to the floor.

"Your bed is huge! Well, I suppose a big boy needs a big boy bed." Peter teased Miguel by poking him on the shoulder.

Miguel just grunted and moved to put the discarded pillows on a chair in the corner for him to deal with later.

"I'm sorry about the mess." Miguel said from where he was occupied.

It was then that Peter actually stopped to take in the room in full. Piles of clothes sat tucked into any crevice available. Empty plates sat on top of a tall dresser along with a multitude of used glasses. Opposite to the dresser on the left was a grand desk that would've probably looked even more grand if it wasn't held hostage by tons of papers, both crumpled and stacked.

"You know, I'd be more than happy to help you clean sometime." Peter offered, knowing it was a slippery slope he was beginning to slide down with the suggestion.

"Thanks, but I'm good."

Peter didn't believe him for a moment but figured now was not the time to bother Miguel about his mental state.

"Let me get you something for you to sleep in. I'm sure I have a spare shirt that should fit you, somewhere." Miguel said from where he stood rummaging through his dresser.

It then occurred to Peter B that Miguel was going through Peter's old clothes.

"I'll be alright. This suit isn't that uncomfortable." Peter B told Miguel, stretching the suit with two of his fingers as if to give an example of its flexibility.

"No, I insist." Miguel turned around to face Peter B holding a light blue shirt in his arms.

Miguel handed the shirt to Peter B and pointed to where the bathroom was.

Miguel sat and waited patiently for Peter B to finish putting on the shirt. He felt a little odd about giving Peter B Peter's old shirt, but he didn't want Peter B to get lost in all the folds of his shirts so it was the best he could do. And besides, it might be nice for it to smell like Peter was still with him, keeping him safe and keeping him happy.

Miguel looked out to where the balcony was before standing up and going out to it. He opened the big glass doors and stepped out. The moon had a most desirable glow, the light it shed was a muted blue and perfectly emulated the dark sky that had been hung there for more years than any human could ever count. Miguel felt like thanking the moon for its constant presence. Even when it wasn't visible, it was still there, just giving the world some space. It felt stupid thinking about the moon so passionately, but Miguel reminded himself of all of the ambiguous nights he spent on the balcony looking down on the natural beauty that was only further illuminated by the moon's gentle fingers and how comforting he had found the silence it had provided.

"Hey, it's a nice night isn't it?" Miguel heard from behind him, it startled him slightly, but he didn't let that show.

"Yeah, quiet." He turned to see Peter B sitting on the edge of the bed watching him.

"How long have you been sitting there?" Miguel asked,

"A few minutes. You seemed pretty focused, I didn't want to disturb you."

Miguel left his place by the balcony and went to the drawer to get himself something to wear.

"I'll be right back." Miguel told Peter, walking over to the bathroom and shutting the door.

After changing into a plain white T-Shirt, Miguel walked back over to where Peter B was sitting and went around the other side of the bed and crawled into it.

"Sleepy?" Peter B asked, and Miguel shook his head left and right.

"Oh, right." Peter B chuckled, smiling down at Miguel.

Peter B loved how mushy Miguel was looking, all wrapped up in the covers. He had them pulled up to his shoulders and he was on his side facing Peter B.

"Are you at least comfortable?" Peter B cocked an eyebrow.

Miguel nodded his head yes, he was clearly in no mood to talk.

Peter slid his legs onto the bed and buried himself in the covers with Miguel. It was like a temperate oven underneath. All warmth, no breeze, no chill, just a pleasant feeling that tingled through their bodies.

"Come here." Peter said for the second time that night.

Miguel inched over to him and Peter did the same. He slid an arm under Miguel and wrapped the other around his shoulders. Miguel buried his head into Peter's chest and let out a huge sigh.

"Cozy?" Peter asked.

The only response he got was a satisfied hum.

Peter began to draw circles on Miguel's large back to calm him. He let his nails gently graze over Miguel's thin white shirt, every so often getting caught on it. After a while Peter sensed Miguel breathing slow into a steady pace and figured he too should get some rest.

Unfortunately, the next morning was not easy. Miguel was extremely short with him and snapped at him when he dropped his fork by accident at the breakfast table. Gabriella also seemed to sense the discomfort on Miguel's part.

Peter assumed it would blow over by the end of the day after he gave Miguel some space at work.

Alas, it did not.

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MWHAAHHAHA they can never be happy for too long 

But in all seriousness they WILL be happy for a long time...JUST NOT FOR A WHILE AHAHAHA

Cya soon!