QUENTIN BECK
Present

"So... that wasn't you?" Peter pondered over my explanation, completely confused. Which was pretty cute if you asked me.

"It was Jack who tried to kill you who was shape shifting to look like me," I clarified. "He still had the EDITH technology installed into our system."

Peter sat a mere five inches away from me, both of us on the bed. His legs were crossed and he was staring at me with those wide, curious eyes that I loved.

"Why didn't you ever come find me?" he retorted and his leg began to bounce nervously. "I thought you were dead all this time!"

I moved my hand to hold his but he flinched and pulled away. I tried to contain the hurt expression that accidentally let slip onto my features but I think he saw it anyway.

"Honestly?" I mumbled, "I was scared."

"Scared?" he wondered aloud.

I got off of the bed and started pacing back and forth in his room. "I had hurt you in the first place when I convinced you to give me EDITH. The only thing that wasn't on me was the trying to kill you part, which was Jack." I struggled to find the right way to explain, "I thought it would be better for you if you thought I was dead. A whole lot of the blame goes on me either way."

Peter fumbled with his shirt sleeves and looked up at me sadly. I tilted my head and grinned at him fondly.

Too cute.

"If you didn't forgive me then I couldn't live with myself. I can't live in a world where I know you hate me."

He crawled over to the side of the bed and sat on his knees. "And what if I did forgive you?"

I snuck a glance down at his intoxicating pink lips that were like an addictive drug to me. I felt myself being pulled to him like a magnet and slowly came closer to closing the gap between us.

"Then I wouldn't deserve it." I exhaled as he placed his hands on my chest and my words got caught in my throat. "I couldn't let you do that."

His arms reeled me in and I drowned in his touch. "You can't tell me what to do," he teased and leaned in to kiss me but I put my hand between us.

"You deserve someone better than me, Peter. Did you just suddenly forget all of the pain I made you endure? All of the horrible things I did to you?"

His eyes left my face for a second as he frowned and his grip on me loosened. I took the chance to create distance between us, immediately missing the feeling of him against me.

"I-I know," he stuttered and my heart shattered at how delicate his tone was, "I shouldn't get over this so easily... I aware how stupid I'm being. I get it. But you won't hurt me again, I know it," he declared with determination in his voice.

"But what if I do?" I asked despite how sure of himself he sounded.

He groaned out something incoherent before grabbing onto my arm and pulling me toward him again. I recognized the clouded look in his murky eyes. "I missed you so much. When I thought you were dead all I did was kiss you every day," he admitted bashfully. "And after seeing you in that abandoned building for the first time in over a month all I could feel was relief. It was like a huge weight had finally been lifted off of my chest- a weight that I didn't even know was there."

I scooped him up into a tight hug and he nuzzled his face into my shoulder while I absentmindedly drew little shapes onto his lower back with my pointer finger.

"And there's nothing for us to worry about. Jack is gone and everything is fine," he muffled into my skin.

"Peter, there's no way that Shadow went down that easily. There's more coming. I can feel it."

He brushed it off and nudged our noses together. "I don't care. Kiss me."

I smirked, mildly taken aback. "Someone's a bit bolder than I remember."

"Yeah, well I've had plenty of time to figure out when I want." He leaned closer and our breaths mingled together.

"And what's that?" I hummed.

"You."

Our lips melded together as we fell back onto the bed. Peter's back hit the mattress as our chests pressed against each other, my body looming over his. Fireworks bursted in my chest.

I missed this so much. I missed him.

I poured all of that emotion and raw passion into the kiss, tugging on his bottom lip as he let out a breathy moan of pleasure. I dominated the kiss immediately and he didn't even attempt to fight back.

"Quentin," he mewled when I got carried away and started sucking a hickey next to his collarbone. "Shit, don't stop."

I grunted some sort of agreement and sucked on his skin, turning the pale flesh a blotchy red color for the time being. I traveled up and trailed my tongue over the shell of his ear, whispering into it. "It looks like you really did miss me, huh?"

His hands tangled in my hair while I worked my way back down to his chest, stopping where his shirt was. "Peter, I-" he ignored me and slipped his shirt off in desperation, reaching for mine right after.

"Isn't this kind of fast?" I grunted against his lips as he connected them again furiously.

Not that I'm complaining.

"Nope," he moaned, delighted. "It's not fast enough. Hurry up."

I kissed down his neck and stopping at his pecs, taking his right nipple between my teeth and tugging on it gently as he let out a high pitched moan that excited me too much.

I moved my thigh so that it was between our legs and created friction between the two of us, feeling his own excitement stir and press against my skin. "Do that again," he pleaded in a small voice.

Who could resist that?

I started to grind against him, feeling proud while watching the state he was in. The state I put him in, withering beneath me.

I pushed him further up on the bed and slipped my digits in the waistband of his boxers, eager to pull them off. I was about to until I looked up to see his eyes full of innocence gazing back at mine.  I grinned in disappointment that I pushed down and placed a kiss onto his forehead. "It's too soon." I tsked in disapproval. "As much as I want you right now, it isn't a good idea."

"Since when have either of us relied on good ideas?" he whined and I chuckled, cooing at how cute he was.

"We'll save it for another day," I promised. "Plus I'm going to have to take my time with you. I'm twice your size and you're the biggest virgin I've ever met."

His face flushed red as he slapped me on the arm and I let out a laugh. "What makes you think I'm a virgin!" he said defensively.

I smiled down at him and caressed his cheek in my hand. "We can start with your eyes full of an unreal amount of innocence. And then get to how bad you are at flirting. Don't forget about how quickly you got a bon-"

"Okay, okay!" he squealed and covered my mouth with his hands. "I get it, I'm the worlds biggest virgin."

When he didn't move his hand I stuck my tongue out to lick it and he gasped, pulling it away immediately. "Ew, Quentin!" He wiped it on the blankets and glared at me.

"You just had my tongue down your throat, and you think that that was gross?" I teased, pressing a quick kiss against his lips before getting off of him, to Peter's displeasure.

"You're so mean," he complained. "You could've at least said no before I got excited."

I scoffed. "You were excited before I even touched you."

He blushed again and threw his shirt on in embarrassment. "Was not!"

"Real mature, Parker." I rolled my eyes and he tossed me my shirt. He watched as I lifted it above my head and pulled it onto my body. "And if you keep looking at me like that then it's not going to go away."

He looked down at his erection poking angrily at his pants and his blush escalated to his ears. "Shut up!" he yelled, squirming around until he covered himself with his blanket.

He threw his pillow at me, which I caught and he flung himself back on the bed, covering his eyes with the palm of his hands.

"We should probably go talk to Happy soon." I pointed out while he grunted, "we've been in here a while."

"And whose fault is that?" he grumbled while rising from the bed, adjusting his pants until the bulge was gone. "I don't wanna talk to Happy right now. I wanna be with you."

My heart warmed in my chest.

Too fucking cute.