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Domestic| Peter Parker

By: plants-are-sick

You showed up at Peter’s place around lunchtime. It was summer, and Tony didn’t need Peter on hand as much. He wanted to give the kid some time off. This meant you hung out with him almost every day. You developed your own sort of routine.

You walked into the apartment to find Peter in the kitchen, making some sort of pasta. He smiled when he saw you. “Hey, thanks for coming over. Hopefully this doesn’t end up sucking, it’s the first time I’m trying it. It’s like a homemade Mac n cheese.”

“Sounds tasty.” You set a hand on his waist and bent down to kiss his cheek just on instinct. “Thanks for making it.” You moved behind him and buried your face in his messy hair.

“No problem, thought you might like it.” He leaned back agaisnt you.

You rubbed small circles agaisnt his stomach, causing him to elicit a small hum of content. You couldn’t help but notice how domestic all this was. It was just summer break, but somehow it felt like you had started a new chapter in your life with your lover.

“How did we turn into like, softboy house husbands over the summer?” You asked.

Peter chuckled and shrugged. “I dunno, but it’s nice. I like making you lunch and talking about our days. Domestic life is fun, a lot more relaxing than all the superhero junk.” His voice turned more quiet. “I wouldn’t mind actually being your husband, someday.”

You couldn’t hold back your grin. “That’s good to know. I’ll come up with some dramatic proposal to do in a few years.” You kissed down his jaw.

Peter turned down the burner and moved so he could face you. “Is it weird to be thinking that far ahead? I just, I can’t stop seeing us when we’re in our twenties. We could have some nice little place, come home to each other at the end of the day. I know we’re still really young, but I want to have that with you, eventually.”

You cupped Peter’s face in your hands. “It’s not weird at all. I want that for us too, just in a while. Let’s enjoy this whole youth thing.”

Peter smiled up at you, setting his hands over yours. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

You bent down and Peter stood on his tip-toes so you could kiss one another. Your lips moved gently agaisnt his as he slid a hand into your hair, pulling you close. Peter didn’t care if he over-boiled his noodles. He wanted to enjoy being young and make out too much with his boyfriend.