spiderson oneshots

Hook-Up pt. 2

first off before we get into this chapter:

when i said i wanted book ideas, i meant for the NEW book following after, not one shot requests sksksksk

but y'all good lmfao

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It had been a few weeks since Quentin and Peter's little hook-up on the rooftop, and Peter had changed.

He no longer sought out one night stands, and most definitely didn't try to manipulate anymore teachers. Something about his connection with the older boy made his heart spin in circles and made his knees weak whenever they talked. It was something he had never felt before, and he liked it.

Peter was currently leaning against the red brick wall of the school building, having one of his daily smokes. He was with his buddies, Flash, MJ, Eden and Tom, who were all having a blunt. This was a regular occurrence, for they all needed a smoke break.

You're wondering where Ned is, aren't you?

Well, to sum it up, Ned had blown up on Peter after learning of his casual affairs with his schoolmates. He put up with his friend's sex cravings at first, but it all went to hell when he learned Peter smoked cigarettes and weed, and drank his aunt's vodka. He wasn't a happy camper and abandoned the teen boy.

MJ, being the kickass girl she is, stuck by Peter's side. After all, she was into a lot of the things Peter was, minus the constant need for sexual action.

Peter blew a string of smoke into the air, watching as the ashy grey drifted up into the blue sky, dissipating as it spread out into the world. His breath reeked of weed and cigarette smoke, which would usually make a person gag; not him though.

"Hey, pass me that," MJ said lazily, teaching her hand out. Peter plopped the cigarette into his hand and watch as she took a drawl, copying his previous actions.

"Nothing like the scent of smoke, am I right?" Flash asked, laughing. His eyes were rimmed with blotchy red- he was definitely high.

"So-"

Peter was cut off by the honk of a car horn about fifth feet away. He looked over and smiled as he saw the familiar red Corvette that belonged to Quentin.

"I gotta go, I'll see 'ya guys tomorrow," he said before jogging off in the direction of the car. He slid into the passenger seat, earning a smile and a ruffle of his hair.

"Hey Sweet-cheeks," Quentin said as he began driving. Peter grinned and studied the car radio like he always did. A hand rested itself on his thigh, and the younger boy looked up to see the older with one hand on the wheel, a smirk on his lips.

"Oh you bastard," Peter giggled as Quentin's hand travelled up farther. He blushed madly, something that usually never happened to him.

"So, I was thinking of heading to the rooftop?" Quentin suggested, turning and raising his eyebrows. Peter thought for a moment before shaking his head, a smirk playing on his own lips.

"I've never been fucked in a car before."

lol the end