QUENTIN BECK
A month later

My hands ran down Peter's back as he straddled me. His fingers were clenching his bedsheets as hard as he could and let out a soft moan when I sucked a hickey onto his neck. My hands snaked down to get a fistful of his ass until we were interrupted by a groan.

"Boys are so horny." May rolled her eyes as Peter cried out in embarrassment.

"May!" He jumped as far away from me as he could, "Get out of my room!"

She giggled and shook her head, "I came in to ask what you wanted for dinner."

It had been a week since everything had settled. No more villains, no more tears, no more interruptions- other than cockblocking, of course.

"We're actually, um," Peter glanced at me with an awkward grin, "We were planning to go out on a date."

She whistled and Peter grabbed a pillow off of the bed, throwing it directly at her head but she caught it, "Stop being such a baby." She walked over and pinched his cheeks but he shrugged her off.

"May." He begged, "We're leaving in a second I promise."

She lingered in the doorway suspiciously for a moment before complying when Peter practically forced her out of his room.

He rested his back against the door with a red face as soon as she left. He peeked over at me and blushed even more.

"Come here." I demanded, standing up from his bed and opening my arms. He smiled and scurried over to me, happily soaking in my embrace. I placed another kiss onto his neck and he let out a quiet whimper which only spurred me on, "When you make such pretty little noises like that it's so hard to touch you without making it sexual." I grunted into his ear and he shoved me away. He was shooting daggers at me with his eyes but I saw the way he tugged his shirt over the front of his jeans.

"Use protection!" May yelled from outside the door, causing the poor boy to flush an unhealthy shade of maroon.

"That's it, we're leaving!" He shouted to her and grabbed my hand. He opened his window and I grasped onto him once we got out. I grinned as I saw him bite his lip in concentration as he shot out a web, swinging us through the night.

The first time it was absolutely horrible. The wind messed up your hair, you felt like you were going to vomit and fall and shit yourself all at the same time. But after a couple of times I got used to it. Not to mention it was a good excuse to be intimate with Peter.

We finally swung onto the rooftop of a building. I wanted to go to the one where we first met but it was all the way in Europe so we settled for this. As long as we were with each other neither of us really cared.

I set up the ledge with candles resting on the blanket. There were rose petals scattered around and I had dinner placed in the center of the fabric.

"You're so soft for me." Peter sighed in bliss with a big grin on his cute face.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I scoffed, detaching myself from him once we landed.

He just giggled, "Look at you." He poked me, "You're such a big, burly man who set up a romantic rooftop dinner for me."

I crossed my arms and went to deny it but he leaned on his tiptoes to shush me with a kiss, "There are literally rose petals, don't even try and tell me that I'm wrong."

I gazed down at him fondly and tucked a stray piece of hair behind his ear. My thumb grazed down the side of his cheek as I admired how pretty he is. It reminded me of the night we really first met on the rooftop.

"You're gorgeous." I breathed, wiping away the freshly formed tears dripping down Peter's soft, pretty face, "Everything about you is. Not just your smooth skin, beautiful smile and puppy dog eyes. But especially the heart in your chest that's too big for your own good."

Those words meant even more, now having him all to myself. I got to know him in a way that he didn't let any one else but me.

"I repeat, you're so soft for me." Peter buried his face into my chest and a chuckle rumbled through me.

"Fine." I pressed my lips against his hair, "I'll admit it. I might be a little bit soft for you."

The two of us sat down on the blanket and he pointed at the stars above us, spewing out nerdy facts that made my heart swell in my chest. I couldn't hear the words he was saying because all I could focus on was how excited he was to say it. His smile beamed as bright as the stars as he spoke about the constellations and their meanings.

"Did you know that there's an uncountable number of stars known in the universe?" He spoke in awe, "Don't you ever think about all the people, all over earth and trillions of other planets- how they're all staring up at the same night sky as us right now?" He panted, out of breath.

"How can I think of anyone else when I have you right in front of me?" I flirted and he snorted with a shake of his head.

"You're relentless." He laughed and jabbed his fork into the bowl of pasta. A bit of sauce dribbled onto his face and I leaned over to wipe it off. Our eyes locked at such a close proximity and I went in for a kiss with my eyes shut but I stumbled forward and fell when he moved away from the spot.

"You're so fucking cliche." Laughs tumbled from his lips that he didn't even attempt to stop as I scowled at him, pretending to be hurt even though I couldn't resist smiling myself from the happy look on his face.

"Because I'm soft for you, remember?" I sat up, pulling him with me.

"Or maybe you really can't keep your magic wand in your pants." He joked and I groaned, shoving his shoulder.

"I don't even look like a magician." I complained and crossed my arms childishly.

"You have a cape and do magic tricks." He pointed out, inching closer to me and snuggling into my chest again. I couldn't resist.

I cupped his face in my hands and admired those chocolate brown eyes that I adored, "I love you so much, Peter." He blushed and squirmed away from me but I reeled him right back in, "I'm so lucky to get to call you mine."

His bottom lip quivered and I ran my thumb over it, "I love you too." He whispered, pouting his lips to signal he wanted a kiss. I chuckled, giving into him.

My lips melded with his passionately, diving right back for more after each desperate gasp of oxygen. We kept smiling into the kiss, so much that we had to stop. He was absolutely intoxicating.

I rested my chin on top of his head and wound my arms against his thin frame, "How have you been feeling lately?" I wondered aloud.

He had seemed a lot happier recently on the outside but we hadn't talked much about the inside. He tends to try and bury his emotions but was unsuccessful whenever I was around.

"Better." He breathed deeply and kissed the crook of my neck, "Now kiss me you fool."

I snickered and kissed him. It wasn't rough or sexual like most of our kisses were. It was raw, slow and full of love. Every part of my body against his tingled as I met his stare. He was so beautiful and sweet and perfect and every time I looked at him it was like I fell in love all over again.

And I fell harder every day.

PETER PARKER
Present

I puddled into Quentin's strong arms as he held me close to him, enjoying his warmth. His soft lips merged with mine but he pulled back.

"Why are you crying?" He asked in concern, holding my face in his hands.

"I'm so sorry that I'm like this." I groaned in embarrassment and hid myself in his neck. I hated being so sensitive sometimes.

He slid my cheeks back into his hands with an affectionate grasp, "I love it." I rolled my teary eyes and let him wipe away the wetness for the millionth time since I'd met him.

"You make me feel things that I've never felt before." I gazed up at his handsome face tenderly, "You're so good to me, I love you." I whimpered.

I saw something I hadn't ever seen from him before, something that I never expected. Tears welled up in his eyes but were too stubborn to escape.

"Fuck you." He blinked to force the tears back down and tilted his face up as I laughed and held him tighter.

"Oh no, the big scary man has emotions." I taunted, "Your masculinity is tarnished for good, however will you recover?" I reached up to wipe the droplets about to drip down his face. He shut his eyes and sucked in his bottom lip, embarrassed.

"I don't like crying in front of people." He muttered.

"Well I'm not just anyone." I mocked and forced him to look at me again.

"Fuck." He groaned and looked away.

His mouth opened and closed as he struggled to answer, "Everything about you drives me crazy. I can't stand in the same room as you without feeling like I'm about to explode. I've been in love before, but with you it goes to a dangerous extent. All I want to do is make you happy these days, you're all I want." He admitted and my heart flooded with an overwhelming sensation of pure love.

"Stop being so nice to me!" I cried and used his shirt to dry my own tears.

"You stop being so nice to me." He shot back. We both laughed until we felt like throwing up and watched the stars again sleepily.

"I'm so proud of you, you know?" He whispered to me while I was on the brisk of falling asleep. We were resting on top of a comfortable blanket, my head on his chest with his arms curled around me protectively.

"For what?" I mumbled with a sleep ridden voice, the sound faint and wispy.

"For standing up each time you fell back down. For making it through all of the setbacks and pain and heartbreak." I snuggled closer to him and breathed in his musky scent that filled my nose greedily.

"Peter?" He caught my attention again after I got distracted.

"I'm proud of you for stepping up."

And so the two of us fell asleep under the starry night. We let all of our pain stop holding us back and began letting it fuel our determination to thrive. Maybe neither of us had any reason good enough to actually want to be a better person, to live another day, to fight another war.

But as I felt Quentin Beck shift beside me, soft snores escaping him while mumbling something incoherent in his sleep, all of the pain I had gone through suddenly felt so worth it.

He was worth it.