Spideytorch Hovel

And for a moment, he felt like Peter again.

Love Unlimited #69 / Love Unlimited #72

SPIDYTORCH I LOVE THEM

Dunno what background i like more tho…

Sue: You have to promise me that when you grow up, if you have a 'platonic' relationship like that, that you will rethink what platonic means.

there are two towels laid side by side on the warm sand, each corner anchored down by yours and johnny’s belongings to prevent the breeze from carrying them away.

the blonde himself, meanwhile, is in a pair of blue and white striped trunks that fit him distractingly well. he’s half-turned towards the board walk, waving to an excited kid or two passing him with their families.

you’d been trying to convince him to put on sunscreen since you got there.

“jonathan storm.”

“don’t full name me.”

your eyes narrow a smidge. between the relentless heat and his stubbornness, your patience was already starting to wear thin. he sighs when he hears the pop of the bottle opening.

“you literally have your butt out on a build board to promote it. you’re being a bad influence.”

he looks back at you then. you’d since shuffled closer on your knees, squirting a generous amount of the white lather into your palm, “the sun doesn’t bother me, babe. you know that.”

you rub your hands together with efficient effort before splaying them against the warm expanse of his back, “controlling fire doesn’t make you immune to sunburn and cancer.”

his jaw works lightly, but this time he lets a protest die on his tongue. instead, his attention shifts out to the rolling waves. you can feel his muscles twitch at the initial change in temperature before they slowly relax beneath your massaging fingers. you take your time spreading it evenly, basking in the skin-on-skin contact as you eventually glide it to his arms, then across the planes of his chest and stomach.

you finally wrap an arm around his neck, pressing against his back and leaning in just enough over his shoulder to wipe the last bit of sunscreen on his cheeks and tip of his nose.

“…okay,” he says after a beat. his ears have turned pinkish, “you’ve gotta stop touching me like that in public.”

“johnny.”