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Okay so three things.
One. Miles Morales had not had his first kiss. Two. He was probably about to have his first kiss. And three. He did not know what he was doing. And like, Hobie had probably had his, because fuck knows what he did in his free time, plus they’d only known each other for like, a few days. So realistically he had probably kissed someone before. Most people their age had anyway, like Miles knew Ganke had had his first kiss, and like most people he knew his age had too. So there he was, with virgin lips about to be kissed by someone whose lips were probably not virgin.
Ew. Virgin was definitely not the right word. Un-kissed maybe? Who knows, all he knew was that he was losing his shit.
But, back to the situation at hand. He and Hobie were sitting on some bridge, their feet dangling over the river or lake or stream, actually he wasn’t too sure. Anyway, they were sitting, faces inches apart, so close actually that Miles could feel Hobie’s breath on his face. Okay so something was definitely about to happen. And yep, Hobie’s eyes flicked down from his eyes to his lips and back up. That was a sign right? Actually he wasn’t sure, but from films and stuff, that was probably a sign and he should probably do something about this whole thing before Hobie started to think he was crazy.
Miles looked at Hobie again, trying to telepathically convey the message that he was freaking the fuck out. Apparently the spider sense could not in fact pick up on people's thoughts. Bummer.
Okay, okay, okay. What is the best thing to do in this situation? He thought as he racked his brains for any advice he’d ever been given.
“Hey”
Fuck. That was not what he was meant to do. Fuck fuck fuck. That was not right.
“Hey?” Hobie grinned. “You alright?”
“Yep. Totally, never better.”
“Really?” Hobie said, his grin growing wider, “You don’t seem fine.”
“I don’t? I don’t know why, you would think that that is.” Miles said nervously. What was actually happening right now? He had no clue.
“Hm. Well If you’re not alright, I might know a way to make you alright. Only if you’re not alright that is. Obviously.” He laughed, leaning closer towards Miles.
“Really? What would that be, because, I am alright, but I could be better.” Okay yeah that was smooth, well probably not smooth smooth, but probably the smoothest Miles could be.
“So, I can make you feel more alright?”
“Uh yeah, definitely. Absolutely.”
“Great.” Hobie breathed. And with that he closed the gap between them completely.
And oh my god. He was freaking out. In a good way, not in a make-it-stop-I-hate-this-way. More like a holy-shit-this-is-my-first-kiss-way.
He could feel Hobie’s lips against his. Hobie’s lips, Hobie’s lip ring, Hobie’s mouth moving against his, oh my god it was actually happening.
Miles Morales, was getting his first kiss.