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"My hands feel cold," Peter complained rubbing his hands together quickly trying to warm them up.
Ned covered Peter's hands, "Here." Peter suddenly felt just how cold his lips were and voiced it,
"My lips feel cold-" Immediately his words were cut off by Flash's hands, Peter whined in distress.
"We're studying, please," Flash pleaded, "we don't need to see another makeout session."
Peter rolled his eyes, "Suh'mmm'one juh'al'is." Flash was the only one able to hear and feel what Peter said.
"That was just a lot of air," Flash complained taking his hand back, wiping it in disgust. Peter smiled, leaning into Ned who laughed at his boyfriend's shenanigans.
