Kind of Spider-Man BND spoilers? But not really because it shows them interacting in the trailer - but I’ll leave the note just in case. MDNI, 18+
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Okay but picture Frank and Peter hanging out, maybe doing some kind of surveillance together or something. You call Frank just like you normally do when you’re feeling especially needy and miss your buff, brooding boyfriend. He picks up, and puts you on speaker completely unaware of what’s about to come out of your mouth. Before he can let you know Peter’s there with him, you blurt out some sexual shit meant for only Frank’s ears.
“Frankieee, when are you coming home baby? My pussy’s aching for you,” you whine. Peter’s spidey eyes widen, quickly turning to face the window of Frank’s van. Even wearing his spider suit, Frank can tell Peter’s blushing like a motherfucker underneath it.
“Shit, shit! Sweetheart, sweetheart hold on-“ he’s yelling as he fumbles with the phone, trying to take you off speaker. You’re still going on about what you want when he gets home.
“And then, wanna suck your big, fat cock-“ you babble, lying on your belly, legs kicking in your shared bed in nothing but your black lace undies and one of Frank’s old Marine tees. You’re twirling your hair in your fingers, completely and blissfully unaware of who can hear you on the other line.
“No! No, goddamnit,” Frank grunts, accidentally ending the call. He runs his palm down his face, knowing how hurt you’ll be that he just hung up on you like that. But it was for the best, and you’d understand once he explains later. It’s silent for a moment before Peter finally speaks
“Wow, Frank. I’m so glad to see you have such an active sex life at your age,” Peter quips.
“At my age??? The fuck does that mean?” he asks, face slightly offended and dark brows pulled tight.
“It means…you know. I wasn’t sure if you still had your libido,” Peter answers earnestly, hands up in defense.
“Alright, alright. That’s enough out of you, kid. Sheesh. Actin’ like I’m gettin’ the early bird discount at fuckin’ Denny’s,” he scoffs, cheeks flush. He pauses, debating whether he wants to share a little tidbit of his life with his newfound friend. He decides a good woman like you is worth bragging about. “She’s a very generous woman. Definitely makes me feel younger,” he smiles.
“I can tell, especially when she went into detail about that thing where she does a handstand and-“
“Oh fuck off, bug boy.”
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