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“I’m… I’m Spider-Man…”
Rio looked him up and down, confusion crawling into her features. “Who’s Spider-Man?”
“The superhero…?” Miles’ brows furrowed and it was his turn to look equally confused. His hands gesture into his signature style, thwip, thwip, as he moves his wrists. “He’s me?”
“Is this where… Like, you dress up like your favorite character?” She said with a small smile, always trying to be the first one to encourage her son in all of his endeavors.
Miles and her go back and forth for a minute, confusion settling deep into his very being - unable to understand why his mom was acting this way. Almost like she was little to her little man babbling about fantasy things. She grabs clothes, placing them in the hamper as she turns her back to him. His arms and hands do much of his talking as he tries to explain himself.
“I got you to take care of, I got me to take care of… So, help me out.” Rio scolded.
He zips up his jacket and when he follows her, he sees someone else standing in the kitchen. First, only a shadow but the person makes themselves known soon enough as the voice of them is carried out into the living room.
His mom’s attention moved from him to the third person. “Oh, mija, thank you so much,” Rio says as she gets closer, looking like she was taking a small lunch box into her hands.
You step into the doorway’s sight and Miles takes a moment to recognize you. You lived in his apartment building, just a couple of floors up. There had never been more than a couple of polite greetings when you both happened to be entering the building at the same time.
At what point did his mom get friendly enough with you to be packing lunches? Was he really missing that much around here between school and being Spider-Man?
Suddenly, It feels like his inside are suddenly being pulled apart, electric shock running through his body as he suddenly slumps to grab onto the table next to him. Small grunts escape his throat as he holds on for the couple moments that his body glitches.
His eyes snap open wide in realization.
[Oh no…]
He wasn’t sent back home. The spider that had bitten him wasn’t from his dimension. Flashes of the screens come across his mind. The machine had sent him to a different dimension. He gathers himself, realizing he’s still standing in the middle of the living room as attention is drawn to him.
“I made you dinner, too, Miles.” Your eyes turn to him, making eye contact and he just nods slowly, snapping out of his realization. You smile at him but something strange is itching at the back of his head. He needed to figure out what was happening here, what to do in this situation with no watch to get him back home to his own world.
His head replaying on mindset - Play it cool, play it normal.
“Yeah, uh, Thanks.” The corner of his mouth quipped up into a smile, still not used to girls talking to him.
“Okay, let me get ready for work,” Rio says interrupting the little moment, placing the basket down in the living room to take care of later. She smiles kindly at you but her eyes turn stern when she looks to Miles, like he’s supposed to know what it means without any words. “No funny business, me estás escuchando?”
Miles’ eyebrows shoot up into his forehead and he holds his hands out in front of himself. He hears you giggle in amusement from behind Rio. “Yeah, yeah… I hear ya.” He goes along to get himself out of the hot seat. His mom doesn’t seem too satisfied but with a cynical brow, she doesn't say another word and makes her way down the hall towards her bedroom.
You walk up to him, hands behind your back and you look expectant as you stand in front of him. When moments pass and nothing happens, Miles blinks at you only for you to blink right back at him. You tilt your head, smiling at him with droopy eyes that sent him all sorts of signals that he's seen directed to others.
“So… Wassup?” He asks, silently swallowing down the knot in his throat. By all means, you were a very pretty girl and those flirty eyes were definitely working on him. Your eyes look past his up to his hair.
“Wassup?” You repeat, quirking a brow. You laugh softly as your fingertips graze the short fade of his hair by his ear. He won’t deny that his head tilts into it, liking the brushing feeling of your skin against his. “No, ‘ma’? No, ‘bebé’? You mad today or some?” You step just an inch closer and his chest touches yours every time he takes in a breath, your hair right under his nose as you hug him. Miles hesitantly places a hand on your back, just above your waist - the safe option than anything lower. “The new haircut ain’t not too bad either, but I’ma miss helping your mom braid your hair.”
He tries his best to relax.
Well.
Well, he tried until you stand on your toes and you kiss him. Even his spidey-sense doesn’t help him.
It was just a peck on his bottom lip but it was enough to make him grab your shoulders immediately and hold you out at arm's reach. You blink at how fast you're pushed away and you get a mildly annoyed look on your face.
“What?” You ask, wondering what his deal was - attitude mingling with your tone as soon as your eyes flash up to his.
Miles blinks right back at you and looks over your head out the door then back to you. “Well, uh, y’know, my moms still here and uh…” He was fumbling his words but the more time passed, the hotter his face and body were getting. Get it together, Morales! It was literally just one innocent peck.
You stay silent for a moment before sighing, looking off to the side. “You are mad…” You scoff.
“No! No, of course not!” Miles's hands wave in front of himself as he tries to de-escalate the situation. You were far too cute to be mad at someone like him.
“I haven’t seen you all week, you’re busy all the time doing things you don’t even tell me about…”
Miles sighs softly, understanding what was happening now. This dimension’s version of himself isn’t so different from himself after all.
“I promise you... I’m not mad.”
The demand came immediately from you, standing up on your toes until you're practically nose to nose with him. “Then prove it. Kiss me.”
“I… Ehh…” Miles really had no game, not one single smooth bone in his body. “Okay?” He squeaked out. You smiled and tilted your head up, almost too naturally as you waited for it to come. He steps into you, his hands moving from your shoulders down to your arms to hold you there. He leans down, pecking your lips with the most tightly pursed lips he could master.
He worried you were going to think he’s never kissed anyone before! Well, he hasn’t but that wasn’t the point!
You laugh against his mouth, a sweet, nice chuckle that he just takes it from you. You tilt your head and kiss him back, softer and gentle as you melted into him. And slowly, he did, too. He head turning just the slightest to mold your lips against his better. His instincts telling him what to do without much thought.
Kissing you felt… Good… Really good. Too good.
Your hands on him felt relaxing, he wanted to melt into you as you pulled him in closer to deepen the kiss. Biting on his bottom lip, licking his tongue sensually. He doesn’t mean to groan, he also didn’t mean to move his hands to your waist to hold you against him. It just happens. He wanted more but that itching feeling in the back of his mind was telling him how wrong this was.
One of your hands moved to hold his jaw, pushing his head to move just a bit for a better angle. You sigh softly against his lips and he feels a rush slide down his spine at the sweet noise you made.
“Little nervous there, papí?” You tease, patting the center of his chest with your free hand. The pet name caused his heart to ricochet against his rib cage wildly.
“Yeah…” Miles swallows, glancing off to the side because looking at you so closely was making him hot all over. “Just been a minute.” He can't help but lean into you, kissing you again. You fit against him like a glove, a part in the back of his mind bubbling with jealousy that on this earth a version of himself got to do this anytime he wanted. He knew this was sort of like tricking you but, he would worry about it later.
You bite your lip and look down bashfully. “Maybe when… Your mom leaves to work… You and me can… Do something in your room…” You whispered and he felt that tingle down his spine and around to his-! He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. He really needed to calm down, or take a cold shower because there was no way you were implying what his sick, twisted mind was telling him that you were implying.
“You still got them from last time, right?” You asked quietly, not wanting anyone but the two of you to hear. He studied your facial features, the batting eyelashes, the perk little smile, and the flustered expression on your face. It spoke volumes. Oh god, oh my god. You WERE implying what he thought! Say something, Morales!
“Y-Yeah… Totally…” Miles‘ voice squeaked out, so uncool and uncomfortably high. He cleared his throat and nodded, forcing some manly bass into his voice. “I mean… Yeah… uh… I got them around… Somewhere…”
You burst into giggles, covering your mouth to hide your laughter but your crinkled eyes couldn’t hide your amusement. You reach up, pulling on his ear until he winces. “Aye, aye!”
“Remember what your mom said… No funny business…” You smirk at him, tilting your head up to give him one peck then two on the lips. He was enjoying this way too much. Miles just hopes to anyone other there watching that your actual boyfriend doesn't get too mad at you for kissing up on someone who just happened to have his face.
He’s starting to feel enamored with you. Well, until the front door opens and Uncle Aaron walks in.