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She won't dwell on the matter. Miles had been acting strangely ever since Miguel got smaller.
That was something the team had noticed for a couple of weeks. The thing was simple: a villain's spell had rejuvenated Miguel at the tender age of eleven. It was somewhat uncomfortable to find him naked and slapping Lyla who was trying to calm him in the darkness.
'Mini Migi' understood later. He had then relaxed as soon as they explained it as clearly as possible to what his rejuvenated, little-child brain could understand.
“Oh, fine,” Miguel had said, as he gave a small pleased smile after hearing that he was the leader of a huge team of superheroes. Jess didn't hesitate to think that the Miguel they knew was still there.
Things went well, while they were investigating how to return Miguel to normal, the boy had put himself in the role of the 'future leader' and told them (he shouted out loud) with his arms on his hips and his chin up to the Spider People what they had to do (What Lyla had said they should do).
In short, Miguel was still Miguel, only smaller and more adorable.
It was good, it was really good!
Except when Miles arrived on the scene.
Jess had started to like the boy as soon as the multiverse problem was solved and she placed him as Gwen's friend. She had seen out of the corner of her eye how Miles had become closer to Miguel for that very reason, being like a second tutor besides Peter.
But she was not convinced by the boy's attitude.
It’s just, she knows that teenagers are usually clumsy with kids, but the way Miles was acting made her itch.
When Miles saw Miguel turned into a boy the first time, Miles had a fit of laughter as he surrounded Migi, who was snorting in annoyance at Miles' teasing.
But things got… curious.
That Miles wanted to get closer to Miguel and get along better didn't seem bad at all, Jess didn't think much of it until Miles started to be more disturbing.
From one day to the next, little Miguel developed a sudden attachment to Miles, asking about him at least three times a day, or asking to be shown where he was on the LED screen. When Miles was in the office, Miguel anxiously rubbed his hands and pursed his lips when Miles leaned next to him asking what he had done that day. Or when Peter brought a candy lollipop for Migi to eat.
Jess wouldn't have felt uncomfortable if it weren't for Miles insisting that he be the one to hold it for Miguel to lick.
Jess is not a psychologist, but she is a mother, her baby was born strong and healthy, and she had taken a sabbatical from motherhood, because she knows that children need a parental figure to feel safe.
But Miles had become strange, insistent and invasive.
Like now.
“Migi! Do you want to go to my house today too?” Miles looked at Miguel with a smile, and the boy returned it, a little shyly. “Mami will make empanadas, las que te gustan, nene” Miles added, while pointing behind them as a gesture that they should leave at once.
“Oh, are you taking him back?” Peter smirked, crossing his arms as he watched Miguel jump off Ben's shoulders and run toward Miles. “You've stolen his attention for days now, Miles, I told you you were good with kids!”
When Miguel was close enough to Miles, he wrapped his arms around his waist and buried his face in Miles's stomach, as if he were hiding. “Oh, not at all, Miguel only likes to eat at home, right?” Miles put his hand on Migi's back, stroking him in circles.
Miguel nodded. The normal thing would have been for the thing to stay there.
But Miguel pressed himself harder against Miles, while he let out a moan.
Jess doesn't know exactly why she noticed that, but she did.
So Miles did so, taking Miguel and they both hurriedly said goodbye before leaving and then crossing a portal into Miles' dimension.
Peter shows how uneasy he is then, with his smile becoming uncomfortable and his gestures more frozen. “Huh, yeah… Miles… it's good, don't you think?”
Ben narrowed his eyes in utter disgust, staring where Miles had disappeared and then glaring angrily at Jess. Ben seems to have noticed the shady thing too, and he wasn't too happy about it. Jess looked at him worriedly, but relieved that Miles was gone.
"Yeah, he is." Peter repeated, taking a deep breath.
Ben clicked his tongue. “Bullshit!”
"Language." Jess corrected.
Today's teenagers scared her more and more.
(…)
Miles's lips are planted on little Migi's neck, kissing and nibbling softly, his hands running over his slim back and flat chest. Miguel whimpers as Miles pulls him closer, his hands embracing him as he continues to devour his neck with kisses.
The kisses become more desperate, more intense, as if Miles is losing control by needing Miguel so much.
He pulls Migi towards him, presses his body against his, and then kisses him hard and rough. His tongue darts out, his teeth graze the soft skin and a chill runs down Miguel's spine, he can barely breathe.
“M-Mimi” Miguel feels tears welling up in his little brown eyes as he gasps, his stomach hurts and he feels burning in his crotch, his shorts feel too tight. “M-My stomach hurts again…”
“Ssssshhh” Miles hisses. “Okay, okay…”
The truth is, having dinner at Miles' house was a simple 'super spider agent' code that Miles had taught him to 'play in bed'.
Miguel remembers nothing of his 'future life', but he feels an inevitable attachment to Miles.
He doesn't understand it, but he supposes that maybe he has something private with the Brooklyn boy, like an instinct of wanting to keep an eye on Miles all the time and have him to himself, he doesn't know it, he doesn't understand it, but he likes it.
And Miles thinks the same.
He didn't want to come to that, but he needed MIguel, he missed Miguel too much.
He missed how the strong and imposing Miguel cornered him behind everyone's backs and claimed him fiercely. His strong hands digging into his waist while his claws scratched his skin, with Miles moaning and feeling nirvana firsthand every time Miguel slammed into his virginal interior, stretching him in ever newer and more pleasurable ways, pushing him to the edges of sensations he had never thought he would feel. Seeing Miguel's needy face in lust, looking at him with bright red eyes as if he were a beast that was going to eat him whole, as he whispered hot, low words, describing how tight he was or how beautiful he looked stuck on his cock.
“M-Mimi!” Miguel calls out in a choked voice, a small tent forming in his shorts as he bites his index finger. “M-Mi cosita …”
Miles licks his lips, looking like a beast at the small, trembling Miguel.
Uh, he wants to have fun too.