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'stars can't shine without darkness'

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Hello everyone! So for some of you who have been around for a while or have been following me for a while you will know that 'Touch Starved' is a book that I used to have here on my main profile. I moved the book over the a separate account a while ago when I decided I didn't feel I could continue writing the story, however, I now feel I have the ability to continue writing again. The original story with chapters 1 to 14 will stay on my second account unedited, however this version will change slightly in the later chapters. I hope you can still enjoy, love you lots — Hayley xoxo

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IN WORDS ALONE the pain was intolerable. The sensation running along the inner side of your skull was slowly driving you into insanity and it was accumulated from a single smell alone. The one smell that had been driving you insane for weeks.

The smell of which came from your neighbour, Peter Benjamin Parker. The eighteen-year-old boy with bright brown eyes, thick curly locks and impeccable skin. The eighteen-year-old boy was as innocent as the desert flower. The eighteen-year-old boy constantly gave off the smell of heat.

And not just any kind of heat, he radiated sexual frustration, and it was driving you up the wall. You hadn't lived next to the Male for long, and at first, it wasn't something you noticed. But as the time dragged on and you started to become more aware of the teen living on the other side of your wall, the scent somewhat got stronger.

And as it occurred, this is where most days you would find yourself; curled up in a ball under your heavy quilt trying to ignore the fact that right beside you there was a perfectly reachable teenage boy jacking himself off to videos that swam among the internet. Everything about your senses became heightened as the sound of his jean zipper sliding open rang the bells in your head, noting to yourself to either evacuate the apartment for the next hour or try to deal with it.

Now, any normal person would go completely clueless about such, but not you. It was either a gift or a curse, you were still trying to decipher, that you could hear every slick movement of his hand sliding up and down his shaft, his jagged breathing and high-pitched whimpers, followed by the occasional grunt or moan. You could smell the scent of sweat mixed with pure arousal pouring out of him and when he was finished you could practically taste his seed. It was unbearable.

You weren't sure where the unintentional 'skill' had adapted from, but ever since hitting puberty, it's like your senses had become more heightened. Your sex drive was already high, but hearing Peter every day was only pushing the meter further into the red zone.

Aside from the senses, there was also another reason as to why at times you had found yourself intentionally listening in. You weren't some creep, as weird as it did sound, but hearing him please himself was almost grounding.

Early into your teenage years, you were diagnosed with Panic Disorder. After your parents and younger brother were killed in a cargo ship accident while you were away on a school trip your life had been flipped completely on its side. Of course, you'd been to therapy, and they'd prescripted you with drugs and other counselling sessions, but you had already figured out what would keep you in the real world long enough for the uncomfortable surge to pass over. The only problem was, that the thing that did keep you grounded wasn't priced leisurely.

You'd struggled with relationships because it was every three days or 72 hours when you needed dosage of something to take your mind away from going completely insane. Every partner you'd been with didn't exactly like the idea of having to fuck for hours on end just to satisfy your jumbled thoughts. Although you could say with pride that you had tried as hard as possible to maintain a normal relationship life, not much had prevailed.

So now this was where you rather pathetically found yourself, listening to a boy, which you had only spoken to a handful of times, milk himself until he finally collapsed into an abyss of sleep. All so you didn't lose your mind completely.

The one thing you found rather comical was the shift in Peter. You had been observing him, which was already out of the ordinary, but you had noticed the way he was in and out of the bedroom. Outside, he was so shy, sweet, and reasonably quiet other than around his close friend Ned Leeds. He wasn't great with girls, of what you knew, and was a virgin. The way he touched himself so vividly, almost scared to push the boundaries, was so obvious. But you could see, hear and smell the way he was frustrated. He was ready, almost desperate to lose it, drop his V card and forget about it, but it was finding the right person that was the problem. You could feel the hot tension rise every time something remotely sexual would be broadcast through the TV or just the way he looked at other women. And then in the bedroom, it was a whole new novel. It was his time to do what he wanted, no more embarrassment because he presumed no one in the world knew what he was doing.

But boy wasn't he wrong.

The idea had sparked in your head months back, but thinking about it made your head spin. You and Peter hadn't spoken much, but there had been a moment where you had wondered if he was naturally attracted to you. Peter gave off the vibe, only visible to eyes as keen as your own, that he would probably fuck anything that moved if he had the chance. You were a woman willing to give up your time and need to him, but it was letting him know that. How were you to show him that you wanted him... Needed him badly. You didn't want to scare him off by coming on too harsh because there was one other thing about Peter that maybe even he didn't know. Peter was clueless when it came to sex.

Watching porn doesn't make you some kind of expert, you had to live it out to learn. He was just unaware of that so far.

On the other hand, Peter was just living his life as normal as any other teenage boy. He went out during the day, and hung around with friends, on a Friday he would go to the old Pizza Palace just across the road from his apartment complex, before coming home to catch up on whatever TV show was trending, head to bed or kick back on the couch for the night, masturbate if he was in the mood and then fall asleep before waking up and repeating. Oh, and let's not forget about the whole secret identity situation.

At night there would be times when he wouldn't be home until late, but that usually wouldn't come in the way of his nightly schedule. There hadn't been much crime around New York since the Avengers took refuge.

However, over the last three months, there had been a minor change to Peter's routine. Every night, specifically on a Wednesday, he would see you hanging around the building, and of course, being a teenager, would try and make a good impression without even speaking. Because that was always an excellent plan. At first, he hadn't acknowledged your existence, but after three weeks of you moving in, he saw you almost everywhere. He felt like a moth drawn to a beacon of light when he was remotely close to you. He'd never known when to use the phrase drop-dead gorgeous until he caught your eye for the first time on a Friday evening. You were stunning, and he lived right next door to you.

Unlike Peter, you didn't have a routine. You could arrive home at any point, and he would always try to be there at the front door to catch your eye. He had tried to start a conversation without even speaking, but of course, you didn't catch the message, because usually one would have to pipe up to get talking. You looked like a fun person, and he wanted to get to know you. From what he knew you were the same age, attending different colleges across town.

He'd been thinking about making the first move for weeks, thinking that maybe he had a chance at getting to know you. But every opportunity boat so far had sunk right at his feet. However, tonight was going to be the night.

It was rare that Peter wouldn't finish a whole Pizza on a Friday night, as he lived alone and had no one else to share it with. But, maybe this evening things could change. He'd been home around an hour, the leftover pizza beginning to turn cold as he sat and contemplated his plan further. Time was running out, it wouldn't be long before you were in bed and he'd have to wait another week to make a move again.

So, here goes nothing.

Picking up the pizza he slipped on some shoes, specifically his favourite grey Nike shoes his aunt had bought him for Christmas two years ago. He was out the door in a flash, but it felt like years before he was at yours. The door frame between your apartment and Peter's were inches apart, he didn't have to walk far before he was right in front of number 23. Your apartment.

The teen swallowed, thumb rubbing over the cardboard case of the pizza box in his hand as he raised the other to knock on the door. He was here now, no point in hesitating.

*KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK*

Your head snapped to the door upon hearing the three knocks against the frame. Strange. You never got any visitors.

Standing up wearily you turned the volume down on the TV, moving the blanket onto the back of the couch and strolling over to the door. Unfortunately, your apartment door didn't have a peephole, so you had to bravely unlock and twist the handle praying there wasn't a serial killer right standing behind the frame.

To your surprise, it was quite the opposite.

"Peter?" you smiled awkwardly, opening the door a little wider. Peter was standing right outside your door and you were trying to calm the blush in your cheeks. "What, uh, what are you doing here?"

Peter opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. How was he messing up now? He'd come this far. Then he saw your eyes glance down to the box in his hand and he wanted to scream. You looked back up, waiting for a response, the tension in the air growing thicker.

"I, uh, I have this Pizza," he shifted the box lightly in his hand, "and I didn't want it to go to waste, because you know it's really good Pizza, and, uh, wasting it would be like... Not good... So, I was wondering if you maybe, you don't have to, wanted... Some..." Peter practically threw his words out towards you nervously, feeling like a total idiot as he watched your brow raise in confusion.

You'd just eaten and you weren't hungry... But fuck it this was your chance, and he was offering you free food.

"Sure, I'd love some, if you say it's really good,"you smiled, nodding as you stood to the side, "do you uh, wanna come in?"

"Yes," Peter nodded eagerly, before realising the bluntness in his words and backtracking, "I mean uh if that's okay with you?"

"Yes, that's fine," you giggled under your breath, watching as he slowly took a step forward and your head dipped to the ground as he walked past. You'd caught the odd scent of Peter when you passed his apartment in the morning, but smelling him up close, the scent all so much stronger was almost enough to knock you off your feet. He smelled so sweet, yet it was a strong and bold scent that made your senses tingle and goosebumps rise on the shell of your arms.

You shut the door once he was halfway down the hallway, looking around nervously to the living room and then back at you.

"There's some room on the coffee table, do you uh, want anything to drink?" you smiled nervously, rubbing your sweaty palms down the side of your legs.

"Uh, water please."

You nodded, before speeding off into the kitchen. It all felt so weird now. When he was behind the wall it was fine, you didn't correlate with his knowing or understanding of the way you were attracted to him. But now it was face to face out in the open and if you slipped up there was the danger of him realising.

Peter slipped off his shoes at the wall as he waited for you, perching himself on the edge of the couch and placing the half-empty Pizza box on the coffee table. He looked up to see you were also watching some re-runs of Rick and Morty, bringing a small smile to his face. At least you had something to talk about.

"One water," Peter's head turned sharply to see you carefully wandering back into the living room carrying two full glasses of water in your hands. He smiled, taking it off you gently as you got closer, lighting and brushing your fingers together. He realised then that your hands were cold but soft. He couldn't help but quickly glance at the way your fingers curled around the glass, the way they dipped and stretched, small drops of water falling over the skin.

"Thanks," he tilts the glass gently before bringing it to his lips to take a sip. You probably filled the glass a little too much, causing some of the water to drop down his chin, but god that was a powerful and unintentional turn-on. You didn't mean to, but you couldn't pull your stare from the droplet running down past his sharp jawline and diverting down his throat. It moved and split as his throat bobbed with every gulp, before eventually running out of momentum and stopping at his shirt line.

"So, uh," Peter begins, snapping your attention back to his face and away from his neck as he places the glass down beside the Pizza box, "you're new to the building, right?"

"Well, kind of," you shrug, "I've been here just over three months," you smiled awkwardly. Of course, Peter already knew that, but he needed to start up a conversation somehow.

"You could have picked any apartment complex in New York and you came here?" Peter quizzed with a smirk, shifting his feet around on your fluffy carpet.

"Well," you sighed, shoving your hands into your pockets and taking a seat on the couch opposite him, "it was here or my friend's apartment and she lives in Orlando. Plus, this was the only thing I could get on the budget I've been cursed with," you sighed, "it'll do for now," you smiled with another shrug. Peter nodded along with you.

"So you planning on moving any time soon?"

"Not really, I kinda like it here" you looked around the rather dimly lit living room, the only source of light coming from the lamp in the corner and the TV screen. "It's small but cosy, easy to keep clean," you gestured around the room. The rooms were built back to back, although yours was decorated a little differently compared to Peter's, they were almost identical. Removing the wall your beds would be head to head. Because the rooms were so small there was only room for one actual living room and then the kitchen and the bathroom.

"I think I'd struggle to fill like, a huge apartment."

"Yeah," Peter agreed, "the views are nice here too."

"Oh, yeah can't forget about that," you agreed, looking over to the two french doors behind you.

The evening was spent well, you got to know Peter on a more personal level. You learned about the accident with his uncle, and then about how he moved away when his Aunt found a new partner, of course leaving out the fact that he had become an Avenger Bla bla bla. But he had learned about you too; about your family and what it was like living alone for the first few months and of course leaving out the Panic Disorder etc.

The pizza had ended up being left to turn cold and soon ended up in the bin. Now you were joint in the hallway, opening the door for Peter and allowing him to step out into the hallway.

"Thanks for the Pizza, even though we didn't actually-"

"Yeah, sorry I uh-"

"N-no, it's fine, maybe some other time?" you smiled, kneading your hands together at your waist.

"Yeah, that would be great," he smiled a little more confidently this time.

"What, uh, what are you doing tomorrow night?"

"Nothing that I can think of..."

"... Do you maybe wanna come over again?" you pressed your lips together, heart pounding.

"Of course," he nodded, "I mean, yeah sounds great."

"Awesome."

"Yeah..."

Silence fell for a second, but you weren't going to let it prolonge.

"I'll uh, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yep"

"Okay..."

"Okay..."

"Bye Peter..."

"Bye Y/N..."

Peter smiled one last time before the door closed and he wandered off back to his apartment next door. You breathed in and out slowly trying to calm your racing heart, overflowing with the excitement of seeing him again.

It was practically destined that you were going to have your way with him sooner or later...

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Thank you so much for reading! Second chapter is coming soon.