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He didn’t show up.
Michael James Watson—MJ to..everybody else—mopes in front of the door to his dorm for longer than necessary as he fumbles with his keys, shoulders tense and jaw tight.
Peter promised to be there.
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In which Peter fails to show up to MJ's important event, as he promised to.
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- Part 1 of SpideyMBJ Chronicles
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~~Short but so damn sweet! Smut was on point too ♥
My Favorite Part's~~The ribbon crumpled in his hand glimmers as it’s caught in the light, the ‘1st Place’ on it glaring at him. He tosses it onto his bed. “Doesn’t even matter,” MJ mutters, and the cruel part is that it does matter. He knows that it would’ve mattered so much more if Peter had just been there to settle the hurt that grew in his heart, gazing at him in excitement and congratulating him like MJ knows he would.
He sets his painting, the 30x40” canvas that was worthy of 1st place, down gently against his desk. He feels the hurt in his chest ease up a bit as he stares at his painting. After all, it did get him 1st place.“I won, by the way,” he says, the words coming out flat.
That makes Peter’s head jerk up. “You did? That’s amazing, man, what uh..what place did you get?
“First.” MJ says, shrugging like this whole ordeal doesn’t matter. He shoves down the feeling of his heart warming, tries to ignore the feeling of heat flooding his cheeks.
Peter smiles brightly at him, “I told you you would—”
“Doesn’t change the fact that you weren’t there.”
His smile falters and the moment is gone in an instant. MJ looks away. “People I’m barely friends with showed up, and you—” His voice cracks slightly. “You didn’t even send a text.”Peter’s mouth opens and he quickly cuts him off. “I know you’re sorry, man. You don’t gotta keep apologizing. I know you mean it, you just never..you never try to change anything.” MJ crosses his arms as he leans against the doorframe. Peter’s head droops down dejectedly. “Look, if you..if you’ve got some new girlfriend or something, you can just tell me.”
His head snaps back up. “Huh?”
“That’s what’s going on, right?” He presses, forcing his voice to appear casual, like he doesn’t actually care. “You met a girl, you’re busy with her, and you don’t have time for me anymore. It’s fine man, I get it.”
“What? MJ—No, I don’t—what?” Peter quickly shakes his head. “There’s no girl I met.”“Boyfriend, then?” MJ arches a brow.
Peter freezes and the question just hangs there. Something akin to fear or panic flickers across his face, like MJ just revealed one of his biggest secrets. They’ve never actually..approached the topic of either of their sexualities. It just never came up, and MJ assumed that Peter was straight or questioning, at the very least.MJ feels his stomach drop.
“So..there is someone.”
Peter snaps out of whatever daze he is as he quickly shakes his head. “No! There’s nobody, I swear dude, why would I need anyone else when I have you?”
Both of them freeze as Peter’s words hit them.
“I mean like, you’re really important to me, y’know? Like, we’re best friends but you’re also my—uh, my person.” MJ’s chest feels too tight as Peter continues to ramble on. “You’re uh..the best thing in my life right now. You’re smart, crazy talented too and you’re always there for me even when..even when I mess up,”
“Peter-”
“You’re the only person I really want to spend time with, and it really sucks whenever I’m away from you—” Peter abruptly stops. MJ stares at him wide-eyed in complete silence. “As a friend!” Peter blurts out, panic clear as day on his face. “As a friend, is..that's uh, all I meant.” He lets out a nervous laugh while he holds eye contact with MJ.
“...Right. Cool, same. You’re—” Everything to me. “—my best friend.” MJ says, trying to play off a casual tone.“We’ll figure it out.”
Peter stares at him, his gaze not wavering, and for the first time tonight, MJ finds no trace of fear or panic in those eyes.
“Like we always do.”In an instant, MJ is forgetting his comic and swinging his other leg onto one side of Peter’s body, straddling him and planting a kiss on his lips. That gets him to shut up immediately.
“Fuck, baby—the noises you make…you gettin’ close?” MJ asks, his voice sultry and sweet. Peter nods and lets out a whimper, heat coiling in his gut tightly to the point it borderline hurt.
“MJ—M-Michael—please, fuck, please—’m so close—can I-?” Peter moans out, his hips moving sloppier against MJ’s as his tip soaks through his sweats.
“Been s-such a—ah—good boy for me, go on—” MJ whines, his hips grinding down harder in turn with his. He feels white hot pleasure burst behind his eyes as he follows orders, his fingertips digging into MJ’s ass while he spills into his boxers. He’s never, ever, felt like this before--not with anyone else, certainly not with his own hand.