Spider & Ant one shots
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Ant, breezy and light as ever, squeezes Spider’s thigh where his hand rested on twill fabric. Spider’s brows raise, but he doesn’t bother to look away from the road. Spider knows, somewhere deep, deep in the recesses of his mind that he doesn’t particularly want to address, that Ant takes things like that as an invitation. The squeeze acted as a test, a slight push up against the normal boundaries between friends. To see if Spider would smack his hand away or tell him off, or just do anything. He didn’t, of course. Why would he? They’re friends. Friends.
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Ant gets drunk at a party and Spider, DD, has to deal with the aftermath on the ride home.Series
- Part 1 of Spider & Ant one shots
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"Mate, you just need to kiss someone, seriously," Ant said, annoyed frown twitching at his lips. "Fuck it, I'd even volunteer myself."
"Yeah?" Spider said, with a laugh, the corners of his eyes crinkling up as he turned his face to the side to finally look at Ant.
"Fuckin' oath," Ant responded, meeting Spider's eyes. A strange feeling washed over him, something like an odd sense of sincerity to what was very clearly a joke between friends. It made him uncomfortable, and he shifted in his position on the ledge, toeing Spider's knee and shifting his gaze away from him. "Stop hogging the joint, will ya?"
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- Part 2 of Spider & Ant one shots
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Their bodies pressed closer, skin to skin, sharing warmth, sharing contact, sharing years of circling each other with no payoff. Spider’s free hand slid up Ant’s thigh, the way it would if he was kissing a girl at a party who smelt like roses and bergamot instead of sea salt spray and asphalt, and came to rest at his waist, greedily absorbing the softness there, the heat.
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Newly together Spider and Ant have a wholesome sleepover
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- Part 3 of Spider & Ant one shots
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Spider gripped Ant’s hips, his angular joints a stark contrast to the pliant flesh that sat there. He had already positioned himself between Ant’s legs, and his cock nudged against the stretch of skin between Ant’s ass and his genitals. Ant wanted it. He had wanted it since the first drop of alcohol touched his tongue that night, the shitty bottlo beer he had bought with the fake that looked nothing like him to bring to pre-drinks. It was a bad habit, or a really good one, depending on what time of day he thought about it. Spider covered his mouth with his hand and then brought that same hand just before Ant’s lips.
“What’re you—” Ant began to ask, but then the neurones in his brain rubbed together just enough, and it clicked into place. In Spider’s proffered hand sat a translucent glob of saliva. Ant leant down, his chin bumping the outer edge of Spider’s hand, and spat into it, his saliva mixing with Spider’s as the hand was brought to his dick, coating it in the two of them.
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Ant gets drunk at a party and Spider takes him upstairs to sober him up.
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- Part 4 of Spider & Ant one shots