"Great", Peter grinned at Tate. Then his face fell into nervousness. "Now what do I do?" His arms wavered as he tried to remain still on the board. Tate was smiling, standing about a foot away on the concrete. Around them, the skate park was busy with teens and kids. Children learning with helmets and dozens of safety pads tied to their limbs. Anxious parents watching them. Teens with floppy hair and oversized graphic t-shirts, ("Hey Tate. You fit right in!" Peter had exclaimed when they arrived. Tate had poked him until the boy giggled), rolled around. Some doing tricks and others in groups. 

"Now try kicking off but keep all your weight on your front foot", Tate instructed. He held out his arms in case Peter needed something to grab on too. The light breeze was pulling his hair around his face and it tugged on Peter's shorter waves. 

Peter gave him a hesitant look and looked down on the ground. That was when his balance wavered and his arms went pinwheeling. He let out a yelp and Tate reached for him as he fell. Hands caught his arms and they both toppled. Peter landing heavily on the concrete, Tate hitting his chest as the weight pulled him down too. The two of them landing in a pile of limbs. Peter's feet still stuck to the skateboard. The little wheels rolling in the air. 

Tate put his hands on Peter's shoulders and pushed himself up so that he was leaning over him. Dark hair falling over his face as he began laughing. "Oh no", he tried to sound worried but a smirk was tugging on his lips. "Are you okay? Did you hit your head?" 

Peter groaned but his lips twitched. "Oof ouch. That hurt". He frowned then began laughing. 

"Are you okay?" Tate asked again, trying valiantly to keep the laughter from his voice. He sat up, legs on the concrete and hefted Peter up after him. Peter let himself be tugged up, a grin filling his face as Tate ran his hands over his head. Fingers through the curls. 

"You have killed me", Peter intoned dramatically. "Mortally wounded". He rolled over and flopped dramatically over Tate's lap. One hand over his forehead like a swooning damsel and the other over his heart. Tate rolled his eyes and leaned back on one arm. 

"Wow. The great Spiderman outdone by a few bruises", He giggled. "How will the city cope?" He began poking at Peter between the ribs until the boy squirmed and began laughing. 

"Stop! That tickles!"

"The skateboard is still attached to your feet", Tate pointed out. Peter sat up and looked at it with a frown. Then the board fell off and clattered on the concrete. Tate snorted and ran a hand through his hair. "Using your powers is cheating". 

"Oops", Peter grinned sheepishly. Tate smirked at him and pushed him off. Peter starfished on the concrete as he got up. "Gonna give me a hand?" 

"Who's the one with super strength?" Tate remarked as he held out a hand anyway. He pulled Peter to his feet. "So that was the third fall so far. Make it up to twenty and you'll beat Jason's record. I don't know how many times it took for him to learn a kick flip though". Peter laughed and dusted himself down as Tate flicked the board up with his foot. He stepped onto it and kicked off so that he rolled slowly away. 

Peter watched him go. A short distance away was the round slope down to the lower level of the skatepark. Due to the steepness of the slope, only the teens and experienced skaters were hanging around there. Peter began walking after him as Tate's momentum slowly took him closer to the edge of the bowl. The dark haired boy wasn't looking where he was going, face turned back towards Peter. "Tate", Peter called. "You're getting close to the edge there". 

Tate grinned and shrugged as Peter began walking after him. "What edge?" he called back teasingly. 

Peter's smile had fallen into a slightly amused but worried look and his pace sped up. "Tate". The name was a slight huff. 

Tate laughed and turned around just as his board hit the edge of the bowl. He kicked off as it tipped over the edge and bent his knees, body responding instinctively as he sped down. Peter left behind as he rolled across the park, over a small bump and circling around the railings. He kicked the board up in a simple jump down the steps before coming to a stop and waving up at where Peter was watching from the top of the bowl. 

It took a little while for Peter to jog around park and over to him. "That was cool", he gushed excitedly. "But don't scare me like that". He scowled at him. Tate laughed and picked the board up from the floor. 

"Want to try again?" 

Peter shook his head. "Na. I think I've fallen on my ass enough times today. Besides, I'm hungry".   On cue, his stomach rumbled. Tate laughed and tucked the board under his arm. Peter held out his hand and he took it. Palms warm and fingers interlocking as Tate swung their arms together. 

"There's a diner me and the boys drop into sometimes about a block and half away. I'll pay".

"No, I can pay". 

"Peter, I invited you on this date. So I'll pay". 

Peter shook his head. The two of them walking together out of the park gates and down the street. "Tate. You've been teaching me, or trying to, all afternoon. I can pay!" Tate shook his head and Peter laughed, pressing closer as the sidewalk grew more crowded. "Oh I see how it is, Baby Stark. Mr millionaire". 

"Technically it's my dad's money".

"Yeah yeah Baby Stark", Peter chuckled. He caught sight of the diner and sped up, pulling a fondly smiling Tate along with him. "I can smell the grease from here. Come on!" 

It was a short while later that they were seated opposite each other in a booth. The fake leather a tacky yellow and cracked from age. Tate had his skateboard on the floor under his feet and was rolling it as he perused the menu. They didn't talk until a waitress had taken their orders and left. Around them, the chatter of the other patrons was a humdrum noise in the background. 

"Hey Tate". Tate's thoughts were disturbed by Peter's voice. He ran a hand through his hair as he leaned forwards. Peter's eyes tracked the movement. 

"Yeah?" 

"What's going on in your head?"

Tate shrugged. "I'm just wondering about us. I have never liked someone like this before and its rather scary sometimes. Didn't even think I could like someone".

"Oh", Peter leaned closer, elbows on the table and voice softer. "Well I'm glad you like me. We can go at whatever pace you need okay? I have not had any relationships either. We can go slow". 

Tate felt a relaxed, wide smile bloom across his face. Then it faltered. "But what if I'm never interested in sex?" 

Peter blushed and shrugged, eyes focusing on the strands of black hair skimming Tate's cheekbones. "If you're not, you're not. We can discus that further when we get to it. But I won't do anything you're uncomfortable with. Just tell me your bounderies okay?" 

Tate felt his cheeks heat up with startled warmth and affection towards his boyfriend. He ducked his head slightly and let his hair cover his eyes. "Tell me if you're uncomfortable too. The boundaries thing goes both ways you know". He caught Peter's nod and offered a warm intimate smile. 

Peter leaned even closer. "Can I kiss you?" 

Tate nodded slightly and reached out to rest a hand on Peter's shoulder as the boy drew closer. Peter's fingers gently brushed the hair from his face and his eyes slowly slid down to linger on Tate's lips. Their breath mingling in the centimetres between their faces. They lingered like that for a few seconds before Tate's eyes fluttered closed and he leaned forwards. Peter's lips were soft against his and he felt the boy's hand over his cheek. The touch warm and the hold gentle. 

"Milkshakes". The amused voice broke their moment. Tate and Peter jerked away as if burned, both falling heavily back into their seats with blazing cheeks. Their waitress smirked at them and set the large glasses on the table. She was a older lady with a greying afro and a pale blue uniform. "One Strawberry and one mint chocolate". 

"The mint chocolate one is mine", Tate waved slightly in embarrassment as he grabbed the glass. The waitress chuckled at them. 

"Enjoy your date boys", She smiled before bustling off. Tate and Peter exchanged looks and laughed breathlessly as they started on their milkshakes. Hands reaching over the table to interlock. Up on the tv screen in the corner of the diner, footage of Tony Stark's proposal to Pepper Potts circled through the news. 

unedited

someone requested the date so here it is. hope you enjoyed it.