Your Scent Attracts Me

Ch. 6

"What did you text your mom?" Prowler asked, his tone full of curiosity.

"Just that I'll be staying a bit later," Miles responded, "It's only 6, so she shouldn't mind at all.

Prowler didn't say anything in response. He stroked the back of Miles' neck, feeling the hairs. They stayed silent for a while, listening to each other's breathing. Miles nibbled on Prowler's neck softly enough not to arouse him again.

"We should go on a date," Prowler said.

"A date?" Miles repeated, wondering if Prowler was genuine.

"Yeah, let's go somewhere, hacer algo," Prowler said with a small smile.

Miles looked at Prowler, a bit suspicious. He eyed his smile, trying to read Prowler. He sat up, placing his hands on Prowler's chest.

"Sure, let me get dressed," Miles said.

Miles got off Prowler and pulled up his pants from his waist. He zipped his pants and grabbed his shirt. He wiped the semen from his back as if it was disgusting, but he wasn't. Prowler stared at Miles' body, staring at the physique. He stared at his broad shoulders, his abs, his tiny waist. He couldn't look away, entranced by his lover's body. Miles slipped on his baggy shirt, covering most of the features Prowler was staring at. Prowler snapped out of his trance and grabbed some tissues from the table, cleaning himself up. He pulled up his pants and looked for his shirt.

"¿Dónde está mi camisa?" Prowler asked.

"I don't know; I just threw it," Miles said.

Prowler got up and started looking for his shirt. He walked around for a good minute before giving up. Prowler walked over to his desk, grabbed another shirt, and slipped it on. He zipped up his pants and let out a sigh. Prowler walked over to Miles, who was fixing himself up. He watched him, caught in his photogenic beauty. Miles noticed this, watching him out of the corner of his eye. He watched Prowler's smile as he admired his body. It made him smile as well, despite it being such a cheesy reason. He turned his body towards him and smiled wide.

"Let's go?" Miles asked.

It took Prowler a while to respond, focused on Miles instead of his surroundings.

"Uh- yeah," Prowler said.

Prowler looked Miles in his innocent eyes. He got up and started to walk out the door, with Miles following close behind. They walked down and walked out to the rainy streets of Brooklyn. They began to walk in a random direction; Prowler was leading, but he had no idea where to go. Sure, he proposed the idea but never thought Miles would say yes. He looked at the many food places he could go. Burgers, tacos, chicken, Chinese; the list goes on. Most criminals never attack essential areas, like food or the hospital. Prowler kept Miles close to him; Miles had Spider-Sense but had no web shooters to get away.

After walking for a while, Prowler knew exactly where to take him. They sped up the pace; Prowler grabbed Miles' hand and took him to a small restaurant. Miles couldn't tell what kind of restaurant it was; he was too focused on all the crimes transpired around them. Miles gripped Prowler's hand and looked towards to ground. It hurt his pride not to try to help, but he couldn't. They walked into the restaurant, finally getting out of the storm. Miles looked at the menu; it was barely legible. He couldn't make out the words on the board, and it didn't include pictures. Miles leaned into Prowler's ear.

"What is this?" Miles asked in a low whisper.

"It's pizza," Prowler responded in a whisper.

Miles didn't say anything. Once they went to the counter, Prowler ordered a pizza with pepperoni and jalapeño. They went to sit at a table in the corner. They sat there, not talking but just sitting beside each other. There wasn't much to talk about. Miles knew Prowler wouldn't disclose anything about what he does, and the same goes for him. Miles leaned on the wall; he was too bored to think about anything to talk about. He looked at Prowler, who was looking out the window.

"So, has anything gone on in your life?" Miles asked.

"You know I can't say anything in public," Prowler said, not turning his head but still glancing at Miles.

"You're such a bummer," Miles said.

He crossed his arms and laid his head on his arms. He closed his eyes, resting for a bit. Prowler looked at Miles and started brushing his neck again. He found this comforting; he turned around completely, resting on his arm and admiring his lover. Prowler let out a small yawn, covering his mouth. He could've fallen asleep right there if the waiter didn't call Prowler's name to pick up their food. Prowler got up, grabbed the pizza, and called Miles to leave, but Miles was unresponsive. He walked over to Miles and shook him awake. Miles got up and began following Prowler, resting his head on Prowler's shoulder.

They left the pizzeria. Miles grabbed Prowler's arm, using him as a guide to get back to Uncle Aaron's apartment. They slowly climbed the stairs and walked into the apartment. Prowler helped Miles onto the couch, then set the pizza on the coffee table. He sat with Miles, who was drifting off to sleep. He assumed it was because of Miles' intense hero work that had him this exhausted. Prowler laid Miles on his lap and put his feet on the armrests. He placed pizza beside him and changed the channel to something more interesting.

Prowler was trying to fight sleep; his eyelids felt so heavy. He placed his half-eaten slice in the box and closed his eyes. Prowler rubbed his thumbs on Miles' jawline, making himself fall asleep. He rested his head on the back of the couch, softly snoring.

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Uncle Aaron walked into the apartment quietly. He looked around and saw the young couple sleeping on the couch. Uncle Aaron walked and moved the pizza box from the couch to the coffee table. He had a small smile and let the couple rest.