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They were in a dark alleyway and had just stopped some criminals from breaking into an abandoned building. A security guard had informed them via the FNSM-app that she needed help. So they came down all the way from Queens to assist her.
Miles let himself slump against the wall. He was still out of breath, and so was Peter. These goons had been stupidly fast and agile with their advanced gliders, the request had unwillingly turned into some sort of race.
It was a foggy night, and if it weren’t for the advanced technology of his suit’s lenses, Miles wouldn’t be able to see his own hand. But thanks to the techspertise Peter had poured into their suits, Miles saw everything he wanted in what felt like HD quality. Luckily, his favorite view was just a couple of inches away. Red and blue colors were glowing in the foggy night.
“I hope we got them all,” Peter groaned while rolling his shoulders.
“Yeah, me too. I’m not abandoning our bed twice tonight. The weather’s so nasty. Plus, I have an important test tomorrow. Need some more hours of sleep.”
“Wait, what? A test? You didn’t tell me!” Peter’s voice sounded offended right away – Miles knew that he was pouting underneath his mask. “How many times do I have to tell you that you don’t have to come with me for requests like that? I would’ve easily finished this job on my own.”
Miles couldn’t help it, he smiled to himself.
“I know, I know. It’s okay though, I promise.”
Peter grumbled when he heard that, not satisfied with that sort of answer. Before the older Spider-Man could respond, Miles continued: “Besides, I can’t let you reap the glory on your own. People would start talking, y’know?” Miles bumped into his partner’s shoulder for good measure.
Peter chuckled a little when he heard that, gradually forgetting that he was supposed to be mad at Miles for tagging along.
“Humor me. What would they be talking about?” Peter said, voice curious.
“Like,” Miles answered, gesticulating wildly with his hands, “they could get the fatally wrong impression that we broke up.”
Peter’s chuckle turned into a full-grown laugh for a few sweet seconds. That sound ignited a warm pit within Miles’ stomach. Damn. He would never get enough of hearing that sound.
“We can’t let that happen,” Peter retorted.
“Definitely not. We need to keep up our status quo,” Miles said like it was a matter of fact.
“Yup. We do. One of our most important tasks ever.”
“Can’t let down our fans.”
Peter clicked his tongue and nodded. “That would be rather disrespectful.”
“And it’s not like us to be disrespectful.”
“Never.”
Peter took off his mask in the blink of an eye and before Miles could even pull up his own, his boyfriend planted a swift kiss right onto Miles’ still masked mouth.
“And now let’s get your pretty ass back to bed. I need you to catch some sleep.”