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Peter and Sam have been friends for well over a year by now. Theyve been together through thick and thin. Well, not together. I mean yes, they were together but they arent dating. They are just best friends. Everyone in their team knows this. Aunt May knows this. MJ noticed this. Harry.. well hes a bit jealous. Oh who am i kidding he wants to be Peters only best friend hes so insanely jealous but he got used to it, hes even been noticing some not-so-best-friend things happening between them. Maybe one day they will make things official so Harry is Peter’s best friend again and Sam is something else.
actually he doesn't know what he wants.
but this isnt about him.
(Also im not shipping harry with peter)
Right now Sam is over at Peter’s house. Aunt May had let him in since Peter is fast asleep, its 9 in the morning on a weekend. A pretty calm weekend. Give the guy a break, hes had many sleepless nights. Sam didnt expect much from Peter. He deserves his rest. So, he spent the morning talking with Aunt May. They had done something which made such a strong beautiful smell that managed to reach Peter’s nose just enough that one whiff would take him out of a coma. He scurried downstairs looking for the source of the smell when he saw Sam sitting in his spot. Sam knows that is his spot on the Table. Sam sits one seat away why did he choose Peter’s spot? Oh whatever. Actually not whatever but he doesnt want to sound like an idiot for pointing it out.
“Whats the smell?” Peter looks around. Sam laughed, finding this amusing. “I was actually planning to let you sleep for longer and make the team deal with anything outside.” Peter raised a brow “is something happening outside?” His spidey senses werent tingling. Maybe it didnt make sense since he was basically half asleep. “No, no no. I mean.. augh whatever. I left you some pancakes.” Sam pushes a plate of plain pancakes, probably having to add the toppings on himself.
”Now tell me, Sam.. how in the world did you manage to make pancakes of all things smell so good?” Peter walked over to the table and shoved Sam out of his seat, sitting down. Sam didnt fight back he just switched seats, ignoring the action Peter had just done. That was a conversation for later right now Peter sounds like he hates Pancakes. His pancakes. “Whats do you have against pancakes webs?”
Peter shook his head “i didnt say that! I love your pancakes! Just.. usually when i make themit doesnt smell as good”
Sam burst out laughing “oh god, no shit!”
“Your cooking absolutely sucks, Peter. Its so bad, i feel terrible for you. Everytime i come over its as if youve never been given a good treat. And mind you, I come over at least 3 times a week.”
Peter stared “cant help it. Why does your food have to taste better every time?”
Aunt May was sitting across from them, letting this all play out. It was funny, and cute. She thought they would be dating by now but she’ll give a chance for one of them to finally confess. “Peter eat your pancakes. We have toppings here” she moves the toppings towards him. “Of course Aunt May…” he picks up his fork and starts eating. Delicious, yum, absolutely spectacular….
Sam watches Peter eat, since he has nothing to do and anything he wants to do involves Peter joining in, so he has to be patient while Peter gobbles down the food. “Why are you staring?” Peter glances at Sam with and eyebrow raised “weirdo”
Sam scoffed “im not a weirdo! I just have nothing better to do. Its such a boring day today.” Peter shrugged “first time in a while i…” he glanced at Aunt May “didnt have.. a.. didnt sense..” why is he fumbling over his words so much… “Sam stop”
”what did i do?? I didnt even talk im waiting for your answer!” He defended himself. Really, Peter felt under pressure (br n n br n n n under pressure!)
“Yeah but why are you staring so hard? I cant even- Sam” Peter shoo’ed Sam to look away. He didnt know why it affected him so much. “Yeah but how can i?” Fym how can i.
Sam didnt look away, in facf he leaned closer to make his staring feel more intense cause it was amusing seeing Peter like this. “Sam!” He pushed Sams face away, Sam laughed “ok chill chill I’ll stop..”
Then suddenly, Aunt May’s phone began ringing. She picked it up and held her phone close to her ears. “Oh-“ her face lit up before wiping it off her face. “Boys, i have to go this is urgent” she got up, grabbed her bags and exited the house. The two boys just stared, what just happened? “You know what, it’s probably a “jet ski” emergency. I saw one of her friends on her phone and her face lit up.” Peter stated. Yeah, fair. “Probably.” Sam nodded.
After a while they found themselves on the couch playing video games. Peter had recently saved up enough money to buy a new game and was itching to play it with Sam for the longest of time. He didnt regret it one bit, it was fun as hell.
”ha! Beat you again! Seriously Pete, are you alright this was wayyy too easy.” Sam leant back as the screen showed Sam’s character on the winning screen celebrating. “Yeah im all good? My controller is probably broken. I mean, i have to press A a few times for it to work…..” these lame excuses.
Sam rolled his eyes and yawned “yeah yeah whatever you say babe.”
”babe?” Peter’s eyes widened slightly. ‘Shit did i say that outloud’ sam looked dumbfounded and sheepishly spoke “sorry it just felt like the word fit in the sentence i dont mean it or anything…” he muttered, much quieter than earlier when he was bragging about beating Peter.
Peter just nodded, not wanting to drag the conversation any further before something stupid starts. He clears his throat to clear away the ‘hoarseness’ in his voice “anyways.. um, another round?” He picked up his ‘broken’ controller.
“How about we switch controllers so i prove its not broken?” Sam grinned trying to break the awkwardness. Peter smiled slightly “you just want to be player 1.”
Sam shrugged “maybe.” He snatched the controller out of Peter’s hands which was fairly easy. Usually they would fight over who gets player 1. He hands the other controller to Peter. “There. New round lets go”
Peter made sure to try his hardest to make Sam actually believe it was something with the controller. Honestly he didnt know why he didnt put up much of a challenge earlier. Maybe because they are sitting close to each other? Ew, no! Why would that be the reason??
Eventually tho, Peter did end up beating Sam. He just stared in disbelief “wtf Pete… you werent kidding. Maybe player 2 is the right fit for you”
shit no.. “no no no no give me my controller back”
After a while they got bored of the game and found themselves in Peter’s room doing who the hell knows what.
“Peter what the hell is this?” Sam was looking through Peter’s drawers when he found a nova figure. A fucking Nova figure thats actually crazy.
Peter glanced once, looked back at his phone before he shot up, realising what Sam had just found. “Ah its not what it looks like!!” He got up and snatched the figure out of his hands. “I just liked the design.”
Sam raised a brow “that doesnt make this situation any better honestly…” he glanced down, seeing a Spider-man figure under the area where the Nova figure was. “Oh? Hey why was i on top of you” he grabbed the Spidey figure. “Funny, you own your own merch. As if youre your biggest fan” Sam smirked, it was funny. But then again he was curious why they were near each other.. either way, probably over thinking it. But with the way Peter’s cheeks tinted a soft red he thought otherwise.
“Peter what are you doing with our figures?” Sam scolded, in a tone aunt may always used. Pete scratched the back of his head “I make us… fight. Very nice and realistic. We fight a lot, you know? Its fun. I always beat you. Its true” okk…
”Yeah sure..” Sam put the Spidey figure back in the drawer. Peter glanced down at the Nova figure in his hands. Yeah, sure. Fighting.
Eventually, Sam forgot about it. Or at least, he hoped he would. The team would never let this down if he snitched. Oh god imagine…
*insane imagination thingy clouds and smoke we are entering peters mind for a hypothetical situation!!*
“Hey guys!” Sam walked into the room “did you know that… Peter has a figure of me and him!! Who knows what he does with them right?? He probably makes them kiss hahaha how embarrassing hes so stupid” the entire team laughs
”haha oh my god we should tell Nick Fury!!” Ava said “No no, we should tell the whole world!!” Luke laughed, Danny clapped, basically on the floor with laughter.
Enter Peter, tired af burnt hair (to make the situation feel worse) and heavy eyebags (its realistic trust) “uhh whats so funny guys?”
the entire team is laughing and pointing at him, the sound echoing through his head.
insane time skip. Now the entire world knows. He recieves a million texts daily, JJJ talks about it and laughs at spider-man. The city boo’s at him and laughs everytime he fights or walks in the streets. Well, thats normal but for this reason it felt embarrassing.
*insane ‘snap out of it’ reality check moment. This didnt happen it was hypothetical*
Yeah Lets hope Sam forgot. Or… maybe bring it up to convince him to not open his mouth… yeah thats good thats good. NOT we dont know if he would keep his word.
”Sam dont tell anyone ok?”
“Dont tell anyone what?”
”you know…. The… uh… yeah. Dont tell.”
”mhm got it pete.”
yeah. That worked out just fine.
time passed. A whole day passed. What the hell? How did the whole day pass. They barely did anything. Well, in reality its only 4 pm. Sun didnt set or anything. But still, some time passed.
They were laying beside each other in Peter’s bed, watching stuff on their phones not talking at all. Peter was looking at… cat videos. He totally didnt force Sam to watch them a few times.
“Sam! Look how cute!” He tilted his phone so Sam could see. “Oh wow. Oh oh my god thats so adorable i love it” Sam would always say with a big smile. Hes just as cute as the cats. What? Its like saying my friend is good looking. Thats normal!!
”Ugh im bored…” Peter turned towards sam. not so big bed, so there wasnt any space between them. It was hard to turn without pushing Sam off the bed…
”Oi Pete, limited space here! Im basically dangling!” Sam nudged Peter a bit to move. Which, he did end up moving.
“Im tired Sam”
“Ok, so? What am i gonna do about it?”
“Im going to sleep.”
”uh-huh sure good for you. Go sleep. Goodnight web-head”
“Night bucket-hea……” and he drifts off.
hope you knew who was talking. I was too lazy to keep saying “sam said, peter said”
Peter snores lightly. Hes seen him sleep quite a few times so this was no surprise to Sam. But Peter’s never actually slept beside him, in the same bed. Let alone his small single bed. Man… its honestly quite small he cant really think of anything but the boy napping beside him. Peter was pretty much facing him, hands on his shoulder gripping as if Sam would get up and run away. He definitely wanted to do that. Not that this wasnt… comfortable. But maybe it was too comfortable. He feared that the team would pop up out of no where. Wait, didnt Fury put cameras? No no Peter told him to leave them outside…
He started fiddling with his hem nervously, trying not to glance at Peter, who was still napping beside him. He looked so peaceful… compared to how uglyyyy he looked awake. He prefers the silent non-chatterbox version of Peter. Then again, they wouldnt get any work done if Peter was asleep forever. Wait that means death. He doesnt want Peter to die thats not what he meant!!
”shit..” Sam muttered, glancing back at the ceiling. 30 minutes had passed by now, 30 minutes of Sam just taking in the silence, doing nothing but listening to the sound and feel of Peter’s breath. It was so tempting to turn around and pull him into a hug. He hoped Peter would do that subconsciously so he could blame him just in case he wakes up.
Maybe he could frame him… hehehsess… Then again, he didnt have to. His wishes came true.
Peter moved his leg and arm to wrap around Sam (in his sleep of course)
Sam sighed, oh how nice. Ok. Didnt he beg for this in his mind? Why is he now acting like hes in denial.
‘Fuck, no i didnf want this get off me i dont want this totally. I dont know what i was on why did you actually do it i want to get up i dont like you i dont like you i dont like you’
of course, whatever was going through his mind right now was not true.
He shut his eyes, trying to sleep like Peter. It was hard to as his only focus was Pete’s warm breath on his cheek and how he was wrapped around him. As much as he denies it (currently) he so desperately didnt want Peter to move an inch. He couldnt stop thinking about it. How comforting it felt. Like a hug from a bear. He was warm, so inviting. Never wanting this moment to end.
After a while, Sam fell asleep. At this point they were full on cuddling. Arms around each other, Sam’s face stuffed into Peter’s chest… all that lovey dovey stuff you and me both dream to have. Unless… you already have that. Then im jealous. Im not… oh who am i kidding im so jealous i need this so bad PLEASEEEEE… anyways!! Sorry.
its 5:30 pm. Aunt May had gotten back from whatever activity which was so important that she had to leave in the middle of breakfast. She called for Peter, heard no response so she decided to go check his room to make sure he didnt go out of anything. Just to know what was going on in the house while she was gone since it wasnt a wreck…
And oh boy you can imagine the glow in her eyes when she saw them together cuddling. It was the cutest thing ever! She just had to take her phone out… Take a picture.. for memories. It was so adorable she had to force her mouth shut to not squeal. She wanted to desperately send this to her friends but shes not THAT evil.
She turned off the lights and tiptoed downstairs, trying to not make a single sound.
At 7:24 they woke up to May calling them for dinner. Man how long were they out for? Peter was the first to wake up, opening his eyes slowly, trying to make out what was in front of him. Then he realised. Is that Sam? Oh shit thats Sam. He mentally panicked for a moment, what if Sam gets mad at him? What if he gets disgusted and never talks to him again? What if he tells the team??! Oh god this is worse than the figures!! Wait… Aunt may!! Oh no what if she saw them together cuddling?!?
Peter slowly sat up, trying to not wake Sam up to avoid any discussion with hopes of him never finding out. That plan failed, the slightest movement lead Sam to waking up. He opened his eyes, sitting up and looking towards Peter. “Hey” he muttered, knowing what the look on his face meant.
”Uh… hi…” Peter wanted to dig a hole up and bury himself. “RIP Peter Parker 1960-2026 (hes not that old i just dont know his birthyear these days. I dont feel like the maths. Wasnt Spider-Man created in the 60s?) cause of death: gay panic? Fear of a friend being disgusted and leaving him forever.”
”So…” Sam started, trying to make conversation. “Yeah.” Peter said simple. There wasnt much to say. Neither of them wanted to mention it.
But they will have to some day.
“That was the best sleep ive had in years” Sam said. Peter stared, what? Seriously?
“Uh.. same” he muttered, hoping Sam wasnt joking cause if so he just embarrassed himself. “I didnt know you were a cuddler, honestly.” Sam smiled.
crap he knows?? Peter had hoped Sam didnt notice. “What? Cuddler? Me? Nooo!! If anything, you were the one snuggled up into me! I was just.. laying. Yeah. Laying.”
Sam rolled his eyes “You started it!!”
crap.
”uh… promise we never speak of this?” Sam just nodded at that. “Promise.”
That promise would soon be broken when they arrived at the dining table for dinner. Aunt May was giving them this knowing look, which lets be honest, it made Peter sweat a little. Thats how nervous he felt. He didnt want thjs conversation… no way. Not from Aunt May. He knew she would accept him no matter what but he also knows that she would never live it down. Especially if she saw them cuddling!
Which she did. Halfway through dinner she took out her phone with a big smile. “Look how cute!” She grinned. They thought it was an animal or something but no… she showed them a picture of the two boys CUDDLING.
”Ew Aunt May! Creep!” Peter looked away feeling embarrassed. Sam tried to put on a small smile but couldnt help but feel sheepish. “Please dont send that to anyone..” Sam muttered. May laughed, loving the blackmail she now has. “I wont promise, my dears”