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Peter tightened his grip on Johnny's hand. "Follow my lead," he advised with a teasing smirk, the one that did things to the other man.
The vigilante whirled around the rink, occasionally twirling Johnny around like a ballroom dancer. Johnny was caught off-balance by the soft expression on Peter's face, and stumbled on air, for the second time tonight.
Peter caught him in a dip, their faces two inches apart. Johnny could've counted all the dimples on his face if he wanted to. And to be honest, he kind of wanted to.
(Written for SpideyTorch Week 2021)
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