Now's Not The Time (A Klance SpideyPool AU)

Chapter 2: Patrol ***

Chapter 2: Patrol

Keith's P.O.V

I hate him. He is as mental as Deadpool, and I only just met the guy! I didn't think he was that sort of person! He was exactly like Deadpool and was constantly talking about s-sex and doing gross gestures and keeping me on my feet to stay both away from him, and stupid criminals in the streets.

As soon as the last bell rang I ran out of the classroom and to my locker, not even waiting around to ask Mr Coran about the extra credit homework but I was too nervous to even think about class.

How long had Lance even been in that class for? I didn't know he was the year above me, well I guess I didn't even know who he was until he ran into me in the cafeteria. I rub my wrists against the sides of my books, the slits of my shooters were getting itchy. I guess I haven't been taking proper care of them lately.

I sigh and open my locker, organising my books for tomorrow and figuring out which ones I could fit into my bags. I know that I have to patrol tonight. I need to make sure that Deadpool doesn't fuck shit up like he always does when I'm not with him. It's just— Deadpool wasn't a bad person, I mean he could be. But he's always really nice when he isn't trying to get in my suit. And I guess it would be okay to say that maybe I wouldn't mind getting to know him a bit better if I knew what was in it for me.

"Don't think like that, Keith. Idiot!" I growl to myself and hit my head sighing as I wished my locker would swallow me up and take me to Narnia. Everything that was going on right now was stressing me out.

I don't know how to deal with Deadpool on a semi-regular basis, and now I have to deal with another version of him but every day, and I feel like the flirting is even worse than Deadpool's. Why is it that guys like Deadpool and Lance have no shame about their sexuality and the way they show it?

I knew Deadpool wasn't the straightest of men, but there was the possibility that he was attracted to me, then who I was to say anything about it. Even from a young age, I've always disliked the thought of being in a relationship with a woman and I guess I just didn't care.

"If you're an idiot, then I'm as straight as a ruler," I scream loudly and jump and turn to see Lance leaning up against the locker next to mine. My stupid internal ramble prevented me from noticing Lance creeping up on me. I glare at him and sigh turning my gaze back to my books as my body warms as if remembering what happened earlier.

I want to scold myself for thinking of that moment, but not even Deadpool does stuff like that to me when I'm Spidey. It made me want to hit him over the head but I'm pretty sure that would hurt me more than it would hurt him. I'm pretty weak and Deadpool isn't exactly weak—

"What are you doing here, Lance?" The boy smirks and moves closer, his hand curving around my back to trap me against my locker and the door. My eyes widen and I freeze, unsure of what to do.

"I just thought we could finish our conversation from earlier. You know, the really close one we were having." Lance purrs out smoothly and my body heats up, even more, his words making me weak and dizzy.

"I-I-I-I don't know what you're talking about." I manage out and turn away to focus on organising my books but that only allowed for Lance to push up against me, his hip fitting against my butt causing me to squeak loudly and turn my head to face Lance but I only gasped when I found his nose now brushing against mine.

I feel my body against him, my head fogged and lagging as my hands dropped to my sides as mint and the smell of the ocean flooded my senses reminding me of something I just can't put my tongue on. I feel Lance's nose nudge mine softly and I swallow thickly, my chest rising and falling at a rapid pace and I feel like I was about to vibrate out of my suit and I just couldn't handle it.