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“Dude, we’re gonna die.”
“Yeah, can’t you see the murder in its eyes?”
“Don’t be so insensitive to our murderer, at least call him what he is... A Little Boi.”
“Offence, but I’d rather die.”
“Oh, don’t be such a pussy.”
“Hey guys... what are you doing.”
Seymore and Abe looked up from their ‘hushed’ argument and said casually.
“Hey dude just waiting for our deaths.”
“Oh, same.” Peter nodded; he’d been thrown at a concrete wall yesterday. Not through it tough, thank God, so he wasn’t dead yet. “what’s killing you though.”
“That motherfucking menace over there.” Seymore pointed at a large concrete pole a couple of feet away from them.
Peter looked at the pole and grimaced.
“Ew, yeah understandable.”
Ned looked quickly between the boys, not understanding what they were talking about.
“Why, what’s everyone looking at?”
“Can’t you see it?” Seymore strode over to Ned and put both of his hands on Ned’s shoulders. “Can't you see our imminent death over there on that pole?”
“On the pole-” Ned looked harder.
Betty, who’d been sitting near them at a lunch table, stood up.
“Look at that little black speck, it’s about up to your chest.” She pointed out.
Ned squinted then widened his eyes.
“Oh! I see it! I see it!” He deflated right away. “Dudes... it’s just a cockroach.”
Seymore recoiled and shot Ned the most offended look ever.
“Just a cockroach? That little man has been out to get us since lunch break started.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Abe added, “we’ve tried everything. We’ve trapped it and stepped on it and even tried to lure it out of the window with Betty's lunch.”
“Why Betty’s-”
“Because she only brings healthy stuff and trying to lure that posh motherfucker out would only work with her gourmet shit.”
The trio, plus Peter, all nodded morally at Ned, like anything in that sentence made sense.
“And because she’s filming this for the morning news show thing, they don’t have anything interesting for tomorrow – or ever – so she couldn’t defend her lunch.” He shrugged. "Hands full.”
Betty shot a glare over her phone. “I’m still filming, by the way, so watch what you say.”
Ned went up to Betty and asked to see the video. He didn’t have enhanced senses and to be frank, he really needed glasses, so he couldn’t see the cockroach at the distance they were at. She zoomed in on the cockroach, still filming, for him to see in all its disgusting glory. Ned pulled a face and walked back to Peter's side at the edge of the group.
Peter went quiet for a bit then angled his head at Seymore.
“Have you tried bug spray?”
“Have we- Have we tried bug spray? Parker. Dude. Bro. Man. Of course, we’ve tried bug spray. The thing was though,” He licked his lips like a madman. “the only cans of bug spray we could find – even with the janitor's help – were empty.”
“Well, all right then,” The teens heard a clinking sound coming from Peter. “And stepping on it didn’t work?”
Betty angled her phone in his direction. Her eyes widened. Peter was loosening the fasts on his belt.
“Uh,” she coughed “well we didn’t try very hard. It was more,” she made a circling gesture with her free hand, “us flailing about, and panicking while the bugger scuttled on the floor. He then hid in that corner for a bit before taking solace on the pole.”
Peter hummed and pulled the belt from the pant loops.
“Dude...” Abe looked anxiously at Peter then at Betty then at Ned and then again at Peter. “What are you-” He tried but, Flash - who’d been eavesdropping - barged in on the group.
“What’re you gonna do Parker? Fuck it?”
Peter lolled his head in Flash’s direction and quipped up his eyebrow.
“Because- you, with you, you know, taking off your belt.”
Peter just calmly put the ends on the belt together, leather meeting steel, and huffed at Flash.
“No Flash,” Peter, still making intense eye contact with the boy, tugged on both ends of the belt. Hard. "I'm going to kill it.”
Peter started over to the pole, shifting the belt in his hand for a better hold. He then hefted his weapon and brought it down, putting all his body weight into the motion. He hit the cockroach square on, the belt and concrete making a loud smacking noise when met.
A deafening silence rang in the lunchroom.
“There,” Peter sounded content. “Got it first try.”
He looked around and saw the napkins on Betty’s lunch box. He pointed at them then looked up at Betty with wide eyes, a ‘do you mind?’ look on his face.
She shook her head slowly and handed him one. He took it with a smile and wiped the remnants of the roach off the belt and wall.
“Well, that’s dealt with,” Peter said, unperturbed, and put his belt back on. “Hey, Ned. Remember when we found that limited edition, star destroyer last week?”
Peter turned away, heading to his and Ned’s next class.
Ned nodded and followed his friend.
“Yeah well, I was talking to, you-know-who about it after you left, and guess what was in the spare bedroom at the tow- you-know-where, yesterday?”
“Oh my god! Dude! That’s amazing!” Ned jumped up against Peter in excitement, all his attention now focused on the Lego set.
“Yeah! I know! That’s what I said. So, I was thinking, you could go with me after school to you-know-where and start on it then we sleep over and then just spend the whole weekend there.”
“Dude, that’s awesome we could- wait...” Ned looked up at his best friend teasingly “did you remember that I’m home alone this weekend and made this plan?”
Peter smiled coquettishly back at his friend.
“Are you implying that your best friend remembered that you don’t like being home alone and that your moms and sisters are going to that birthday party downstate for that relative no one likes, and you weaseled your way out because you lied about having an important test to take and then you remembered too late that you don’t like being home alone, so you complained to me? Because yes, yes I did.”
“Peter Benjamin Parker you are my best friend in the whole world and I love you, bro. Full homo”
Peter clutched his heart dramatically and drew out a bro.
“Ned Leeds, full homo to you too.”
The group hadn’t uttered a word until the best friend duo walked out of earshot.
Flash blinked and opened his mouth only to slam it back shut.
Seymore cleared his throat.
“Just checking, I wasn’t the only one attracted to Parker just now. Like, it wasn’t just me who was really turned on by that?”
“No, no, me too, me too.” Abe stuttered out. He drew in a shaky breath “Hey, Betty. You were filming, right? Did you- did you get that.”
Betty turned her head down at the phone silently. “I think I did...”
“...Can I see?”
She nodded and the boys rushed to her. Excluding Flash, who did not rush but walk briskly to the phone.
Yup, she got it.
She got everything.
From the sexy way he took off his belt to the sass he directed at Flash. That combination plus how he handled the belt almost made the teens cum in their pants.
“God, look at the curve of his back when he slaps- Fuck, I’m salivating.” Abe mock wiped his chin, eyes still glued to the video.
“Is it wrong I want him to do that, to me,” Seymore added, "like I’ve never thought about any kinks whatsoever, but I definitely want to be whipped now.”
“Same...”
The trio looked at Flash in shock. He just said that, with his whole chest. He just-
Flash seemed to realize he said that out loud. He slapped his hand over his mouth and looked back at them with wide eyes, flushing all the way down to his neck. He tried to get something out to defend himself but quickly saw it was a lost cause and bolted down the hall.
“That just happened, right? I wasn’t the only one who heard him.” Betty asked, dumbly.
The boys nodded in unison.
“All right... That’s definitely going on in the morning news show. ”
“Ned.”
“Yeah?”
“Am I tripping or is the whole school staring at me.”
“Dude there’s no way the whole school is staring at you. It's probably just your Spidey-sense fucking with you.”
“Yeah, yeah. Deff, deff. Thanks, bro.”