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Peter always dreaded the start of winter, the jolly spirit and christmas lights did not compensate for the cold seeping through his bones, maybe swinging between skyscrapers in spandex wasn't such a great a idea for a guy with poor thermoregulation.
Every breath felt as it was burning his lungs, he was pretty sure his fingers would be frozen onto the window he was stuck to by the time he mustered up the effort to swing back to Queens.
He sat perched upon some tall building in Manhattan, the sun was already setting, he should be back at his apartment before it fully set or else the further drop in temperature would ensure his fingers wouldn't be the only things freezing off.
He closed his eyes and whispered a curse, sometimes he wished he had been bit by an animal capable of a half decent thermoregulation. Either way, he had to stop thinking and start swinging back, he thought about his lumpy bed and thin matress and only grew more tired. He had even showered with cold water that morning because the heater wasn't working again.
Peter let out an annoyed groan before finally opening his eyes again scanning his surroundings for an out, he really wishes he had married rich perhaps then he could come home to some big apartment in the nice side of NY, with heated floors and warm beds, maybe even a hot husband.
Johnny
Peter surprised himself with his own stupidity more than he would like to admit, he didn't need to marry rich, he was already dating the hottest guy in the whole world, at least according to himself, who also happened to live in a very big and very warm building no far from where he was right now.
He could see the Baxter from there, its contemporary design differentiating it from the rest of the NY skyline. Finally he gave up on his self pitying and promptly got himself unstuck from the window, wincing at his now very cold and very frozen fingers.
He made quick work of swinging towards the Baxter, landing on Johnnys window with as much grace as a live icicle could have.
After peeking through the window, he couldn't see johnny anywhere inside, even if johnny wasn't in right now he would just stay there waiting and freeze his balls off, the last thing he wanted right now was to swing back to his own place after spending the last 10 minutes fantasizing about johnnys soft bedding and warm hands.
Just before he accepted his new life as a frozen christmas decoration on johnny's window he saw the bathroom door open, Johnny entering the room wearing nothing but a towel on his hips and still steaming from the shower.
"Hey, flamebrain! Open the window, it's freezing out here!" Peter said as he knocked. Johnny looked up towards the noise, a confused pout on his face as he walked towards the window.
"Spidey? How long have you been here? I didn't take you for a creep who spied on poor old defenseless young men like me, 'Spiderman outed as local creep' JJJ would have a field day with that" he said as he opened the window and stepped to the side, letting Peter inside before closing the window behind him.
Peter wasted no time in shedding off his wet mask, the light snow outside had worked wonders in making sure he was as cold and uncomfortable as possible. He stepped closer to Johnny and pulled him into a hug, placing his arms around his waist and nuzzling his face into the blonde's neck.
"Ha ha, very funny torch, if I wasn't freezin right now i would be glaring at you" Johnny snorted at that, bringing one hand around Peters middle, the other going up to play with his hair, his warm fingers evaporating the water saturating it and warming up Peter's body.
"Why even are you so cold? Did you fall into the Hudson again?"
"Nope, just a good old afternoon swing through the city, webbed up some muggers, helped an old lady cross the street, stopped some bank robbers dressed up as santa's elves, you know the Christmas usual" He felt himself get sleepy from Johnny's fingers in his hair and warm skin against his spandex-clad body.
"So you just came here to tell about how good your day of punching elf robbers was? Not cool dude, I was stuck on babysitting duty the whole day, Ben was supposed to help me out but I'm pretty sure he's out mingling, besides, I was supposed to have a modeling session earlier today but apparently the director turned out to be a Skrull so no fun for me" Peter sighed and raised his head from the other's neck, his hands caressing Johnny's sides.
"Hmm, unfortunate Skrull directors aside, no, actually I just came here to steal your warmth, the heater at my apartment broke down again, I had to get to the next best thing before my dick froze off" Johnny feigned an offended scoff at the comment, putting his forehead against Peter's.
"Well good thing you're all warmed up now, you're free to go back to your true love which apparently is the 20 year old rusty heater back at your place" Johnny said while slipping away from Peters embrace, a sly smirk on his lips and fake jealousy on his voice.
"So you give us your blessing I presume? I expect no less than Reed's antigravity gun as a wedding gift"
"Well I fear I can promise nothing to cheaters, maybe I'll even ask Reed to give it to Stark instead, I heard he was pretty interested on it last time he came over" Johnny had his back turned to Peter as he said so, walking over to his closet, only hearing a scandalized gasp as he put on sweatpants and a pajama top.
"You wouldn't dare" Johnny looked back at him barely holding his laugh, Peter's offended expression was enough to make him burst out laughing, Peter soon followed.
"Ok I lied, you're my favourite space heater Johnny, just please don't give anyone any of Reed's inventions besides me" He closed the gap between them again, taking his face into his hand and giving him a quick peck in the lips before Johnny pushed a pair of sweatpants into his free hand. "As much as I like kissing you, you still stink of New York dirty rain water, go shower before I throw you out".
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Peter liked his own apartment enough, but something he will always envy of the Baxter was the way Johnny's shower always had the perfect water pressure and he didn't get random spurs of ice cold water every time someone in the building flushed their toilet; he took his sweet time letting the warm water work through the knots in his muscles. As much as he made fun of him for spending an outrageous amount of money on hair products, he must admit he loves the way Johnny's shampoo leaves his own hair just as soft and shiny as his, the fruity scent familiar and comforting.
He came out of the bathroom to find Johnny already in bed, looking for a movie to play. "We couldn't even finish the one we put on last movie night, the shocker really has the worst timing sometimes"
"Hes a villain, its his job to be annoying" He responded as he slipped under the covers on what is now assigned as his side of the bed, a few months ago he was too nervous to even ask Johnny out, now he is here with him, Johnny looked beautiful with his hair puffed up from the shower, a relaxed expression with the soft light from the TV shining on his face, marking his sharp features. Peter was truly lucky to have bagged such a man, he smiled to himself and threw an arm over Johnny's shoulders, the latter leaned against him easily perching his head over Peter's chest, he nuzzled his hair with his eyes closed, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head.
The movie was not even halfway through when Peter felt his eyes closing, he was slowly drifting into sleep when he was jolted awake by a quiet voice.
"I know you like to complain but you don't have to deal with that old apartment of yours you know? You could just stay here" Before Peter could get past the initial shock of his boyfriend practically asking him to move in with him and offer him a response he felt Johnny's breath steady and start to snore softly. He smiled to himself and passed his fingers through blond locks, kissing his forehead before turning off the TV and surrendering himself to sleep.
They'll talk about it in the morning