spiderson oneshots

Hook-Up

here's a short one loves

"See 'ya around, cutie."

Peter left a soft kiss on the girl's lips, winking with a smirk at the heat rising in her cheeks. His hair was still messed up from their fun time in the janitor's closet, and let me tell you- it was hot and steamy in there. He walked away, fumbling with the bottom of his shirt, trying to smooth it out before he ran into anyone.

As he made it to the classroom, he poked his head near the window in the door, letting out a sigh of relief as the teacher was absent. He opened the door and everyone's heads turned towards him, making him laugh.

"Nothing to see here," he said loudly as he shut the door once more. He plopped down into a seat next to his friend, Flash Thompson. After a wild hookup in the summertime, he and the popular bully became close friends and every-so-often partners for multiple night stands.

You see, Peter has changed ever since his Uncle Ben died in his arms. He became reckless and had an undying thirst for acceptance, and having sex and doing drugs became his lifeline.

"Who's the lucky person?" Flash asked. Peter chuckled and ran a hand through his brown hair.

"Some girl- think her name was Susy... Cindy... something like that," he replied. Flash nodded, giving his friend a high five.

"Sick."

-

Peter sat on top of the apartment building, having a smoke. He was never one for those stupid vapes, instead sticking to the original taste of burned paper and logs. He didn't have a pack of smokes a day to just get high off his ass, he used it to take away the pain. Regret and loss filled his mind and soul, and he just wanted to escape it.

He blew a long string of grey smoke into the air, watching as it spread out and wafted up towards the clouds. Who cares if it's bad for the environment? One boy isn't going to bring hellfire down on the world.

"You really shouldn't be smoking- you're too young."

Peter turned around to see a boy who couldn't be older than nineteen leaning against the stairwell door. He had his own cigarette in his mouth, hanging off his bottom lip.

"Like you can say shit," Peter laughed before turning back to the backdrop of the city. Footsteps were heard before the boy sat down next to the younger, blowing his own smoke out.

"I'm Quentin, you?" he said. Peter looked over towards him.

"Peter," he replied. Quentin nodded.

"I've heard about you- fucking boys and girls left 'n right, you're the talk of the town."

"And yet my aunt is still oblivious; she thinks i'm the golden boy of Queens."

"Well, I need a hookup- you're bottoming."

Peter smirked, putting his smoke out on the cemented rooftop.

"Deal."

-

Peter woke up cuddled into Quentin's bare chest. His hair was definitely a mess and his bottom regions were sore as fuck, but he was used to it. Last night's sex was better than any other hookup he had had before, and he honestly didn't want it to end.

Quentin's eyes flickered open and he looked down, smiling at the younger boy. The rooftop underneath him was hard and uncomfortable, but he didn't care. He didn't want this moment to end.

"Morning," he slurred, running his fingers through Peter's hair. Said boy smiled and relaxed into the older's warm embrace.

"Morning..." he whispered back. The two laid there for what seemed like eternity, but in reality was only about twenty minutes.

"Oh shit!" Peter suddenly shouted, rocketing into a sitting position. "I'm gonna be late for school- fuck." Quentin's eyes widened as well.

"Oh shit me too. Um... I'll drive you- Midtown, right?"

Peter nodded.

"Okay, me too."

-

Peter and Quentin jumped out of the older's car and sprinted towards the school building. They had three minutes until class started and they were freaking out.

Students who were in the parking lot when the two arrived began whispering to each other, rumors already beginning to start. Quentin Beck and Peter Parker just got out of the same car, and each had sex hair. Oh this was going to be good.

Peter stumbled into his seat with literal seconds to spare, breathing a sigh of relief as the bell rang loudly, signaling the start of the school day. He sunk into the uncomfortably plastic chair as stares were sent his way; he just wanted to cuddle up to Quentin and never get up again.

The teacher walked in, eyeing Peter as he sat in his seat.

Fuck, even the teachers knew.

Peter felt someone nudge his arm and cane face to face with Flash. He raised an eyebrow at his friend.

"So, did you actually let Quentin Beck fuck you?"