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Dark brown eyes stared into his own as he subtly tried to regulate his breathing. There was no way that just happened. There was no way Hobie Brown just kissed him. There was no dimension where that made sense. Why would Hobie Brown, probably one of if not the coolest Spider-Man out there, kiss him? Until 5 seconds ago he was quite sure that Hobie was very into Gwen actually, and until 5 seconds ago he had thought that all these confusing feelings about Hobie were actually just admiration and a little bit of jealousy because seriously, the guy was really cool.
He could feel aforementioned eyes continue to look at him and shit how long had he been just sitting there staring back? Okay he really needed to do something soon before Hobie started thinking he’d died. Okay, he knew what to do, probably, hopefully it was the right move anyway.
So as his legs dangled over Brooklyn and as the lights of the city twinkled around them, he screwed his eyes shut tight and leant towards Hobie and pressed their cold lips together.