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Miles was nervous.
Hobie was taking him on a date. In his dimension.
It’s not like Miles is ashamed of Hobie, he just is nervous about other people. Miles is well…jealous and Hobie is famous in his dimension.
“Miles! Are you ready to split?” Hobie yelled from the living room of his flat.
“Yes! I’m just fixing my hair!” Miles yelled back running his comb through his mess of hair turning it into his normal style. Right as he placed the comb back in his bag that sat on the counter he moved to leave the bathroom, Hobie was leaning against the doorway watching Miles.
“You okay, Love?” Hobie said a worried look painted his face.
Miles couldn't help but be jealous, it was Hobie, his boyfriend. The punk had a whole world of people to pick from and he chose the anomaly. Miles loved him, loved him to the point he thought it was too much. Miles loved Hobie so much it spilled over.
“Yeah, Yeah I’m fine, you still haven't told me where we're going?” Miles said, turning his head slightly to match his boyfriend. Hobie's mouth crinkled as he smiled and reached forward to grab Miles's hand.
They walked out of the bathroom, Hobie guiding Miles to the balcony, their steps in sync with one another. The smaller teen leaned closer to the taller one.
As the cold breeze hit Miles' skin he looked up at Hobie. He was met with the face he fell in love with, the person he fell in love with. Hobie turned his head to meet Miles’ gaze.
“You ready?” Hobie said, holding Miles’ hand tighter.
“Yeah,” Miles said in adoration as he fell in love with Hobie all over again. He was met with Hobie pressing his lips against his forehead and pulling away soon after.
Hobie undoubtedly loved Miles, it was obvious since they met, he would want to flirt all the time with Miles, wanting to see the hidden smile. But what also came with flirting with Miles is the flooding feeling in his chest. It got colder and colder as he made Miles happy and saw that smile. And his heart completely froze as he felt Miles' lips. Hobie didn't like labels but…
He was Miles's boyfriend,
And he wouldn't want any other label to apply.
Miles was the first to step onto the railing of the balcony, Hobie following after, balancing with his thick boots. Hobie jumped off first, falling gracefully. Miles fell after him.
They started to swing through Hobie’s city, their webs interlacing as they got closer. Hobie laughed and yelled as he swung, they felt free when they were in the air.
Miles couldn't help but watch Hobie.
He watched as Hobie zipped higher into the sky, several feet above the buildings. Miles followed after him, he launched himself towards Hobie who was falling. He shot a web toward the punk and pulled himself to the teen.
Hobie met his eyes as they fell, and Miles kissed Hobie desperately, Miles didn't know how to describe kissing Hobie as they fell from the sky holding each other tightly.
They felt careless. They felt perfect. Everything was perfect.
Miles pulled away and shot a web as they neared the ground. It jolted them slightly before swinging again, Hobie pulled away smiling at Miles and they continued to swing through Britain happy beyond belief.
Several minutes later, Hobie finally landed on top of a building, Miles shot himself toward the structure, he stuttered as his feet hit the ground following behind Hobie.
The teen walked straight towards a bag next to the entrance to the roof. He unzipped it and started to get rid of his spider gear leaving him in a crop top he had under and some jeans that were covered in rips.
“Lovely, you can’t go in there with your suit on,” Hobie said, staring at Miles who was stuck in a trance at how beautiful his boyfriend was.
Miles snapped out of his head and stuttered.
“Yeah -yeah,” Miles said looking at the ground for a second before walking over to the bag and slipping off his suit into the duffle bag. Hobie was awestruck at the choice of clothes and he was in love with Miles.
He wore a white tank top that fit him perfectly, with darkish blue overalls, complimented by his Jordans. Hobie didn’t understand why the shoes were so important but he loved it nonetheless.
The teen was checking over his clothing straightening anything that got moved around under the suit, he unclipped one of the overalls straps letting it hang.
“You look handsome,” Hobie said, his eyes gliding over his clothes. Miles couldn’t help but smile and complimented his boyfriend back.
“Well, you look gorgeous,” Miles said, moving closer to Hobie wrapping his arms around the punk's shoulders. They held each other tight.
He smiled down at his boyfriend, and he would stare at the boy all day but they had a bar to illegally attend. Hobie kissed Miles' cheek, and they started towards the door.
Miles gripped Hobie’s hand as they headed down the stairs. They descended into the rafters of the club. Miles looked over the edge seeing all the different people dancing and drinking and holding each other close. Miles loved it.
He looked back up to Hobie to see him smiling at him.
“Come on,” Hobie says, pulling Miles along.
They soon made it to the floor surrounded by people singing loudly and terribly. As he continued to walk, making it to the middle of the room, Hobie slipped his hands around Miles' waist pulling him close.
The younger teen turned towards Hobie, meeting his eyes and the punk started to move them both to the music, Miles could only feel Hobie, only focused on him. Hobie’s finger slipped under Miles’s chin. Their eyes started to shine and they gripped each other tighter. There were people around them that recognized Hobie, who started to whisper looking at him, and from what Miles could see they were pretty, someone who didn't have a brain could recognize it. But Hobie eyes stayed on Miles, not caring enough to even glance at the people who watched them.
They both leaned closer, meeting in the middle, their lips slotting perfectly together. Miles knew Hobie was his. He didn't have great self esteem but Hobie only wanted him and he trusted that.
The music was muffled, all senses went away as they reattached their lips again and again and ag-
Hobie pulled back from kissing Miles, the love in adoration in his eyes sealed it for Miles, he saw out of his Peripheral that the people that were once looking at them turned away, Miles smiled as he leaned back into Hobie’s shoulder and continued to sway with him.
“Want something to drink?” Hobie said, after a few songs went past. He moved his hands to Miles forearms, rubbing gently. They had been dancing for so long, so lost in each other that they forgot their needs. Miles nodded.
Hobie smiled and his hand slid down to his boyfriend's hand guiding him to the bar. Miles wasn’t a drinker, obviously, he’s 17. He had one sip from his mami’s wine and gagged. It wasn’t his thing.
Once they got to the bar Hobie smiled at the lady behind the counter and ordered an Inca kola and a Postobon. Hobie knows all about Miles, constantly wanting to learn more. So it wasn’t surprising that he ordered Miles' favorite soda.
“Oh alright thank you,” Hobie said and moved down the bar to where the lady had to get the drinks from the back. He watched as Hobie chatted to the lady that stood next to him at the bar. She was obviously interested in Hobie, But Hobie just patted her on the shoulder and turned away from her.
Miles stayed where he was leaning against the wall, his eyes closed, listening to the music. It wasn’t what he normally listens to but it’s something you can dance to and that’s enough for him and everyone here.
“Well you're a handsome chap aren’t ya?” A deeper voice beside him said. Miles opened his eyes to be met with the sight of an older man who had dreads, his skin was a light brown and his eyes would not stop looking him up and down. It made Miles feel uncomfortable.
“Thanks but I’m here with someone,” Miles politely declined. The man looked even more interested. He turned his body away from him, not giving the man any chance.
“American too, wow, aren’t you something,” The man moved closer to Miles. The smile on the man’s face weirded Miles out, he said no so why isn’t the man leaving?
“I have a boyfriend, I’m not interested,” Miles said louder, pushing the man away from him lightly. The man’s face had a scowl, his eyes darkening, he lunged out and grabbed Miles pinning him against the wall.
“Get off of me!” Miles yelled his heart racing terrified. The man was trying to kiss Miles but he kept turning his face away.
“Oh come on darling, your chap won’t mind! Just stop strug-“
The man was pushed off of Miles, the man fell on the ground and Miles quickly backed away from the wall so he couldn't be cornered, as he moved away from the wall he backed into someone. He felt long arms snaking around his waist from behind. He knew it was Hobie instantly.
The man started to get up from the ground and he was pissed.
But Hobie didn’t stand down. His hands moved to Miles' waist and pulled him to his side. Miles' hands were shaking, his anxiety overflowing.
“What the fuck! You fucking cunt I will-“ The man said as he stood up.
He wasn’t expecting to be faced by Hobie. And his boyfriend couldn’t contain his anger.
“You thought you could just fucking take advantage of him didn’t y’a Bruv?” Hobie said his words being hissed at the man. He got closer to the man pushing him back with his hands.
Everyone near them turned to look at the two men, their eyes following the movements.
Miles stood back unsure, he didn’t want Hobie to hurt the man, but he wouldn’t try to calm him down; he was understandably mad.
“I didn’t- I wouldn’t,” the man almost submitted to Hobie, even though the man was older, he wasn’t as tall, or as strong as Hobie was.
“Get the fuck out of my sight before I make you regret ever stepping foot in this place,” Hobie said his voice low almost as a growl. He was towering over the man, threatening him with a beating that would change how he thinks.
The man quickly walked away from Hobie heading straight to the exit. Miles' heart rested easily as the man left. His adrenaline was still going as he stood there. The crowd seemed to become bored that no fight happened and turned around to start dancing again.
Hobie snapped out of his trance of anger and turned back towards Miles, he was breathing heavily but his eyes softened as he looked at his boyfriend.
His face became worried and upset, guilty even. His movement towards Miles didn’t take long before being held tightly in Hobie’s embrace.
“I’m so sorry love, I shouldn’t have left you there, I’m so sorry,” Hobie apologized holding Miles tighter.
“It's okay, Hobie, it’s not your fault,” Miles said, taking in his boyfriend's scent, resting against his chest. He doesn’t even want to imagine what would've happened if Hobie wasn’t there.
Hobie winced still feeling guilty and pulled Miles away, he stared deeply into his lover's eyes.
“We should get out of here,” Hobie said and Miles relaxed further and smiled.
“Yes, yes please,” Miles said before they made their getaway.
After changing into their suits, and swinging back to the apartment, the two were tired and disgusting. They both took a shower.
Miles felt dirty from that man touching him. He felt terrible as if he caused it. His hands rubbed over his face as the water ran down his neck. He was exhausted.
He reached forward and turned the water off, taking off the shower cap that kept his hair from becoming wet. It was cold as he stepped out and started to dry himself with his towel, he was zoning out as he put his clothes on. The image of that man grabbing him made him sick.
He pulled on Hobie’s shirt, following with his pajama pants, he felt warm and safe. That disgusting feeling of the man against him dissolving away.
He stepped out of Hobie’s bathroom, he had his arms wrapped around his body unsure of how to feel. Miles started towards the bed in front of him.
The punk turned his attention to Miles, he lifted the comforter so he could crawl into the bed moving to lay on his chest.
Hobie rested his arm on Miles' back, massaging it slowly. He maneuvered his leg in between Hobie’s legs, moving closer to his boyfriend.
“Miles?” Hobie muttered, he pulled the comforter up making sure they were both covered. Miles shuttered as his boyfriend ran his nails along his back.
“Hm?” Miles sounded from against Hobie’s chest, he stretched slightly, becoming more tired in the passing moments.
“How are you feeling?” Hobie said quietly as he looked out the window at Britain. A little while after they got back to the flat it started to rain, flooding the streets of London. The neon lights shone into the apartment.
Miles turned his head so he wasn’t muffled by Hobie’s shirt. He breathed in. Staring out the window he focused on the lint on Hobie’s shirt picking at it.
“Cleaner,” was all Miles said as his eyes slipped close again.
He opened his eyes again. His vision went blurry as his eyes started to drift.
“Safe,” Miles followed after a while. Hobie leaned his head back, his eyes closing. He moved onto his side, Miles moving up towards the pillows to meet Hobie’s eyes.
“I love you,” Hobie said, as he traced Miles' face with his finger. When he first met Miles he vowed to protect him, keep him safe in his arms.
“I love you,” Miles responded, moving closer. Hobie made him feel stronger that he could face anything with the punk by his side.
He kissed Hobie gently and he returned the kiss just as soft. Miles loved Hobie without a doubt, and he knows that Hobie loves him too.
Miles pulled away from the kiss and wrapped his arms around Hobie’s waist burying his face in his boyfriend's chest, tired and just wanting to sleep.
Hobie smiled and held Miles tight as he started to drift. His eyes closed as he took in Miles' scent. Falling into a dream.