boys → multi males

xiii peter parker

—SPIDER-MAN

Fandom: MCU

Timeline: Around homecoming

Warnings: None

I SAT ON the bottom bunk of Peter's bed set like I've done every day after school for the past few years. Me, Ned, and Peter had been best friends since elementary when Ned ate paste and me and Peter were both telling him not to.

Our friendship had been strong, even blossoming into something stronger for me, but Peter had been distant to me and Ned since he got the Stark internship. I've tried talking to Ned about it and every time I do he says something along the lines of "it's nothing" Or "I'm sure he's just under stress." I'm tired of it. I want to be happy for him but I can't, I miss him.

I felt my stomach twist because maybe I'm the problem. Peters never flat out said that I am but, I'm there's still a feeling. I like him and me being the problem makes me sick.

All my worries are moved to the back of my head when I hear the window opening. What? The top window is fully open and a figure starts to enter.

My heart was pounding against my chest as the body crawls across the ceiling, slightly confusing me, but there was an alien invasion in 2012 so I don't know what's impossible anymore. The darkroom did nothing to help; I'd been waiting for her for over four hours so it'd became dark outside and I haven't got up to turn the light on, the moon and lights from Queens giving me enough illumination. But not for now.

The shadow moved slowly and quietly, it continued its movements so I don't think it saw me. It nudged the door closed, making me wonder what the ultimate goal was. I stayed quiet, making sure to slow my breath, and not move. Once the door was closed the figure fell to the floor, turning the lights on. What I saw shocked me even more than any burglar, or alien even.

In fact, it was spiderman, the "friendly neighborhood superhero." He was facing the door and now that the lights were on, I was worried I was blown.

But what was spiderman doing in Peter's room? My mind started to connect dots. Dots that made sense now. But, No. No way... Right?

Still facing the door, his suit went slack, falling off his body. And left in its place, the same brown curly locks I fell for. Wrong.

He grabbed a shirt and turned around, shocked to see me laying on his bed. He dropped his shirt, his face twisting into a scared expression. I sat up, gawking at him

"YOU'RE SPIDERMAN!?" I yelled not caring about neighbors or May.

"What!? No! Shh." He spoke, his voice going from a yell to a whisper. He picked his shirt up, pulling it over his head.

"Then how do you explain that?" I integrated him, pointing to the pool of blue and red by the door.

He started walking toward me trying to come up with an excuse, each one being worse than the previous one. He eventually sat on the bed with me, talking incoherently.

"Just admit it Peter, you're him," I said a smile on my face.

He saw the expression on my face, urging him to ask "You're not mad?"

"Well, I mean kinda that you didn't tell me. But come on! You're a superhero!" I said, my voice too eccentric for Peter, causing him to shush me. "Sorry. Wait, is that the Stark internship?" I ask bringing my voice back down.

"Yes. Now, can we stop talking about it? I don't want May to overhear." He said, anxiety showing throughout his face.

"Yes, fine." I said trying to get my brain off-topic.

"So... What do you-" He started before I cut him off.

"Have you ever been shot?" I ask, the question shocking both me and Peter.

"I- uh... Yeah, I have." He said leaning against the wall.

"Wow." I spoke softly joining him by the wall.

The silence that filled the room was uncommon between us. Normally we'd be making jokes or I'd be asking questions but, nothing. At the least we'd have a movie on.

"Ok, since I told you a secret of mine, you have to tell me one of yours." Peter broke the tension.

I looked at him, uttering a simple "what?"

"Yeah, since you know I'm... Spiderman, you have to tell me a secret about you." He said, lowering his voice for his superhero name.

"Or... I could leave." I say condescendingly, getting off the bed and walking towards the door.

"But then, you'd leave your phone here." He said smiling a cocky smile while holding up my phone.

"How did..." I trailed off, realizing I left it on the bed. "Goddammit, Peter. Give it here." I continued, reaching over his shoulder where he held it.

He kept moving it back and forth, making me get on top of him, straddling his waist and leaning against his chest to get my phone. He continued to move the phone, laughing while saying "just tell me

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"Peter! Just give me the- ah!" I start, groaning, realizing how close out faces were, we both stopped. Him dropping the phone on the bed and me not reaching over him.

Our faces started inching closer, me not knowing who was doing it, I just went with it. My breathing had gotten caught in my throat. Our lips were so close to touching I could feel his breath on mine.

"Peter?" I whispered, making sure this wasn't in my head.

"Yeah..." He answered back, making me feel the airflow of his words against my mouth.

"I-I... I like you. That's my secret." I spoke barely above a whisper.

"Me too." He said, filling me with joy. I stopped moving stunned. "C-Can I... Can I kiss y-you?" He questioned, his voice anxious.

"Yeah, Peter." I answered. He moved his head up a centimeter so our lips met. Every cliché there is in a movie happened. Fireworks, stars, the earth spinning- hell the earth was exploding in my mind. I felt insane. My stomach was beyond butterflies, I felt like I was gonna get sick.

The kiss on my lasted for like ten seconds, but man were those the best ten seconds of my life. I pulled away panting, even though I didn't need air, I felt breathless.

"Wow." I said, letting out a breathy laugh.

"Yeah, wow." He said looking into my eyes.