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Try it| Peter Parker

By: secondxreality

You were bored out of your mind. It wasn’t like you hadn’t anything to do, though; there was a pile of homework in front of you, and while you failed to force yourself to write this damn essay for your English class, you succeeded in completely ignoring and focusing on something else.

Peter.

Of course.

Peter had taken the wise decision to write his essay first, then moving on to do something he enjoyed. Science. You had done this before and with being finished with the joyful part, you refused to do the less joyful one. You preferred studying your best friend (or rather crush?), while scribbling undefinable lines on your paper, cheek pressed against the wooden surface of Peter’s desk.

You knew of Peter being Spider-Man. He had a hard time explaining himself after nearly crushing your hand when he hadn’t had control of his strength, yet, and you hadn’t taken any bullshit while sitting in the emergency room, your pinky angled at a strange way. So, he told you everything (all while apologizing profusely.)

Therefore it was no wonder when Peter refused to accompany you to your football training. It always had been his dream to play, he told you, but he couldn’t. It offended you more than you had thought, even though his reasoning was more than understandable; you had experienced his incredible strength yourself. Strength, too big for a normal human being, that could do more than simply tackling someone to the ground. Dangerously more.

Anyways, in moments like these, where you took every distraction you could (and Peter was a damn fine one), you tried to compare the Peter before your eyes to the Peter pre-spider.

There wasn’t much you could see. He had enhanced senses and reflexes, but his physical changes weren’t as prominent as one would might expect from a guy with his strength. His body had gotten slightly … bigger, maybe? You weren’t sure if you could describe it as “bigger,” but you had seen Peter shirtless since then (god bless this spider) and he looked way more like the sportsman he always had wished to be. His muscles were more prominent, slightly bulging in his legs when he shifted his feet to get comfortable sitting on his bed again, or in his arms when he stretched and bent to reach something.

Also recognizable were the muscles shifting under the skin of Peter’s back. Everytime you saw this, you wanted to touch him. Wanted to let your fingers glide over his smooth skin, wanted to feel the way of his muscles rippling under that velvet flesh, preferable when he would move to grace your lips with his own.

You wanted Peter to kiss you, to tell you “I love you”, and have endless cuddles with him because despite the changes he still looked like an adorable puppy most of the time.

Your gaze drifted to Peter’s face. Ah, his cute and beautiful and absolutely perfect face, slightly twisted in concentration, all while his eyes held lots of love for the science in front of him. What a dork you loved.

Sighing, you proceeded to take your cheek off of the desk plate and let it fall onto the palm of your hand, elbow propped up on the desk. Peter briefly glanced up to you, but brought his attention back to his homework quickly.

“Hey, Peter.”

“Hm.”

“Can I see your English essay?”

Peter froze, slowly lifting his head and eyes narrowing on his best friend. “Why?”

“I want to compare it with mine.” You shrugged.