#lee!miles

The 3 spiders cuddled up on the couch using a blanket for warmth, the moonlight barely peering in from the curtains that blocked the sunlight half of the time.

Miles was leaning on Hobies arm, due to their height difference, and Gwen was laying across Hobies lap with her right arm over her head. As Hobie was in the middle, he kinda just sat there, staring at the TV. Both of the spiders body heat pressing up against him not to mention the fluffy blanket draped over his bottom half with Gwen always being super cold.

Now Hobie wasn’t one to start things about him, it was the least of his problems right now. He had 2/3 of his favorite people cuddling up to him with a good movie playing, the room was a good temperature to everybody who wasn’t being smothered, and….. God that’s all he could think about. It was too warm! He focused real hard to try and think cold thoughts, ending up just zoning out.

“You alright Hobie?” A sleepy voice asked in his ear slightly causing him to tense up and jump a bit.

“Y-eah mate, don’t wor’y bout me” The taller one said, shifting positions slightly. Which didn’t help, in fact the friction of the blanket probably made it worse!

“You sure?” Gwen asked looking up, sensing something clearly wasn’t right.

“Not ‘that it’s any of your concern, it’s just a bit hot. That’s all!” Hobie said, then feeling shuffling around his thighs.

“I’m freezing! What do you mean you’re hot?!” Gwen exclaimed, grabbing the blanket closer to her. Her elbow slightly digging into his thigh, but he tried his best to ignore that for now.

“You’re always ‘freezing’! We could be in Pavs universe right now and you’d still be cold.” Which was right, even though Pavs climate was relatively warmer than most, due to the latitude, there had been some times where Gwen had complained of the cold breeze in his verse.

Gwen fixed her posistion again, causing a large Hobie hand to come shooting down to her elbow, which was now digging into his knee.

“E-enouf!” Hobie yelped, the volume in his voice slightly raising as he tried to prevent the sensation from continuing.

Gwen dodged the hand, staring up at the Brit as she grinned. “Forgot somebody here’s a little…”

“Don’t you say it!” Hobie scolded, as if he had a say in anything Gwen did. Miles watched from the side, admiring the slight tint that praised Hobies cheeks.

“Ticklissshh??” Gwen dragged out, using her elbow to dig circles into the poor punks thighs.

“GWEHEN-!!” Hobie jumped as he fell into immediate cackles.

“Yea? What’s the problem?” Gwen acted oblivious, continuing her attack upon the poor boys thighs that kicked out from beneath her.

Switching her technique, she began to squeeze the spot right above where Hobies knee and thighs meet. Earning a loud wheeze, Hobie doubled over trying to pry Gwen’s hands from his legs.

“AhA! FuhahUCK OHOFFF!!” He cried as he succeeded in pulling her hands away, catching his breath.

“You never let me have fun!” Gwen pouted as she sat back up next to Hobies recovery state.

“If you wan’ fun, get da spot bet’ween Miles ribs an’ pits.” Hobie smirked at Miles who gave a shocked expression his way.

“What!? No! Are you serious?!?” Miles gasps out a betrayed beg as he backed away from a very hungry Gwen.

“Milessss… cmon now, don’t be like that!” Gwen slowly approached as she climbed over Hobie.

“No! No! Don’t give me that!” Miles reached the end of the sofa as he put his arms up defensively.

In one swift motion, Gwen dove straight for Miles. A startled yelp was heard from the boy as he tried to grab at Gwen’s hands. Unfortunately for him, Gwen had already wormed her fingers up his ribs into that exact spot Hobie described.

Miles shot his elbows down, pining them to his body. Gwen hit her lip as the boy screeched before falling into squeaky laughter. Hobie grinned, seeing as the situation he was just in upon somebody else.

“HOHOBIE YOHOU S-SUHAHACK!!” He squealed, rocking from side to side.

“Aye, I di-n’t say nofing that wasn’t true!” The taller responded, another screech from the attackee filled the room.

“OKAHAY!! OKAHAAY!!” Miles began to start flashing in an out of visibility, a sigh that they both knew ment that he was at his limit.

Gwen slowed before coming to a complete stop. Admiring the smile the boy wore.

“You’ll be fine,” Gwen said as she removed her hands from his body. She laid back onto the couch, resting her head on the punks shoulder who had slithered down the couch.

As Miles made his recovery, he stretched himself across the both of them. Laying his head in Hobies lap, and the rest of his body over Gwen’s.

They spent the rest of their night watching whatever rest of the movie they had on before, soon falling asleep relatively quickly. They tangled themselves in each others limbs as they drifted off, Hobie, then Miles, and then Gwen.

“Aaaaand…there!” Miles grinned, capping the silver body marker. “Careful not to rub it for a bit. Metallics take a bit longer to dry.”

Gwen smiled as she checked out her forearm, admiring the new illustration. It was a silver spider that would wash off in a few days, maybe a week.

For his birthday, Miles’s dad had gotten him a set of body markers. The man had given up on trying to get him to kick the Sharpie-doodles habit, so he instead provided a more skin-safe alternative.

“Sick. I think I might actually get this inked later on,” she mused, leaning over to gently bump her forehead against his. It was a means of affection they’d developed, and it was oddly nice.

While they talked about parlors they’d seen around town, a familiarly chaotic orange portal formed in the girl’s room. Hobie came right out, the sound of his boots on her floor alerting the teens of his arrival.

“Hey, Hobie! Come check out Miles’s new toys!”

Miles rolled his eyes, shoving at Gwen’s shoulder. “They’re not toys, they’re—”

“Oi, wha’s all this?”

Hobie’s deep voice cut Miles off, his bag clunking onto the ground as he flopped down next to Miles. His arm instinctively wrapped around the teen’s shoulders, his head resting upon one. “Got some new tools or some’in?”

“They’re body markers, gift from my dad. They go on super smooth, and they stay on your skin for, like, a week,” he explained, placing a dot of silver on the back of his hand. It was surprisingly pigmented against his darker skin, showing up even some of his paints in its opacity.

Hobie nodded, snapping his fingers in recognition. He’d seen some people in his dimension messing with those for riots or concerts. “Ooh, those tattoo pens. Yeah, they seem pre’y sick.”

“Oh, they are. Look at what he drew for me!” Gwen beamed, showing off her new spider “tattoo.”

“Ey, tha’s kinda like the one I’ve got on my stomach.”

With a grin, Hobie lifted his shirt up to display the tattoos there. There were a couple stick-and-pokes, but the spider one was definitely done with a tattoo gun. The other two gaped, each getting the same mischievous idea as they viewed his bare stomach.

“Dang…did one of your friends do that?” Miles asked, trying to seem nonchalant. He was attempting to get better at smoothness.

“Yeah, got it done at a show. One of my mates brough’ their gun and did it for me backstage. She’s got ‘er own shop now.”

Miles nodded, biting back a grin. Stay focused, Morales… “Mind if I add one?”

That got a little chuckle out of Hobie. Miles had doodled on his hands plenty of times, but having the other teen give him something that’d last a few weeks was a rather tempting concept. “Al’ight, why not? Pick yer poison, an’ surprise me.”

Hobie slipped his shirt off, giving Miles free reign of his warm, dark skin. He cheekily tossed his shirt at Gwen’s face, snickering at the squawk she let out when it hit her.

Miles decided on the boy’s ink-free shoulder, knowing it would tickle enough for his plan to work without being too much. Shooting Gwen a smile behind Hobie’s back, the artist got to drawing.

Immediately, Hobie realized what the pair was up to. The cool, soft tip of the marker brushed gently against his skin, making the punk bite his lip. It tickled, sending the familiar little buzzes down his spine and up to the base of his neck. “Y-youhu lil’ shits…”

“What? Somethin’ wrong, Hobs?” the boy grinned, purposefully shading in a way he knew would tickle. He was drawing a spider on a web—he wanted to stay on-brand, after all—and he knew all those little lines would tickle like hell.

“Think he’s a little ticklish,” Gwen teased. She was perched on the couch, rocking back and forth as she watched the playful bullying unfold. She wouldn’t join in for fear of her ink rubbing off, but she was more than happy to play the peanut gallery.

“Yeher dead, Gwehehenny,” he grumbled, though it was a bit hard to take him seriously when he was giggling like that. After the initial dam broke, Hobie gave up on staying quiet. He knew the two were getting a kick out of his “suffering,” and it honestly didn’t feel that bad.

Gwen stuck her tongue out at the tattooed teen, snorting when Miles skittered his fingers up his side. It was funny to watch Hobie jerk in surprise, especially when his cheeks heated.

“Mihihiles, wahatch ihihi’ nohow…” Hobie warned, his tone slightly warmer than it had been with Gwen. He bullied her all the time, but it took a bit more for Miles to earn sassy-Hobie speak.

He snickered, going back to carefully shading the spider’s abdomen. It wasn’t any less ticklish, but he was focusing less on being a shithead and more on making the drawing look good.

Hobie tried to hold still, though he was beginning to regret removing his shirt. He was getting little chills, and the coolness of the room was making every sensation that much more intense. “Huhuhurry ihi’ uhuhup bahahack thehehere.”

“You can’t rush art, Hobie,” Miles huffed, shaking his head. Just to be a goober, he gave the right side of Hobie’s ribcage a quick scribble. Sure, it was overkill, but he was having too much fun to think his actions through before taking them.

“GYAHahahehey! Youhu—thaha’s IT!”

Hobie whirled around, grabbing Miles’s arms faster than either of the teens could’ve expected. Gwen gulped as the doodler was pinned to the floor of her living room, his face split by a wide, nervous grin. “W-wahahait, wait! Ihi’m sorry!”

“No you ain’t, ya li’l shit,” Hobie chuckled, digging into his stomach. He knew the boy well enough to not believe that blatant lie; Miles was only sorry he got caught.

Miles squealed, kicking against the ground as he tried to get away. It was a fruitless effort, but his reflexes forced him to try. He’d always been a squirmer when tickled, no matter how badly he might’ve wanted to stay still.

With a blush on her face, Gwen tried to slip away. Hobie caught her out of the corner of his eye, giving her a look. He was still tickling Miles when he said, “You try an’ hide, an’ I’ll make it twice as bad on you. Help with ‘im, an’ you’ll get cuddles.”

He knew how to speak her language. With a semi-apologetic grin, Gwen sat down beside the lanky teen. Hobie offered her Miles’s arms, wanting both of his own hands free for teasing.

Miles whined through his laughter as he felt Gwen’s hands clamp around his wrists, giving his head a quick shake. “T-TRAHAHAITOR!”

That got an eye-roll out of the punk. He’d fully brought the tickles on himself, and he knew it. “Oh, hush it. Gwenny, ge’ his neck, yeah?”

“On it,” she grinned, gently scratching the underside of Miles’s chin. She knew it would take all the faux-fight out of him, and he couldn’t help but coo when he scrunched up his neck at her touch. “Aw, I forgot how cute he is when we both get him. It’s been a minute.”

Miles gave up on protesting after that, resigning to his tickly fate. The spider on Hobie’s back was still unfinished, giving him some hope for a comeback later in the day. Until then, he was doomed to continue laughing under the other teen heroes’ hands…

“AAAAAHH IM SORRY IM SOHORRY!!”

A young voice echoed through the halls of the Spider Society HQ. The voice leading back to Miles who was currently running for his life from the one and only Miguel O’Hara, but not for the reason you might assume.

“So you think you’re so funny sneaking up on me like that, huh?”

“Mahaybe!”

The two went back and forth, the young spider backed up into the corner of the ceiling like a frightened tarantula. Immediately diving past the older man when he attempted to grab him. Quickly turning invisible, which was really dramatic for a situation like this, letting out a small scream when Miguel’s glowing red web suddenly wrapped around his waist.

In a moment of pure panic and excitement, he zapped Miguel. Quickly pushing himself out of his arms and into the go-home-machine room. Miguel calming his nerves from the sudden shock followed by a small chuckle as he walked into the room.

“Ay, you little arañas thinking you can get away with everything..” He growled deeply through a smirk, listening for any hints at where the spiderling might’ve ran off to. And sure enough, his ultra-hearing picked up an ever so slight giggle. Taking in a deep ‘annoyed’ breath, Miles nearly jumped out of his skin when Miguel’s web was all of a sudden wrapped around him. Yelping and failing at grabbing at an object for support when he was pulled from his secret hiding spot. His invisibility wearing off, revealing himself to Miguel who had a firm grasp on the boy to assure he wouldn’t wiggle off somewhere else.

“Miguel! We can talk about this, right man?? I mean, I-It wasn’t even my idea! Hobie suggested it to me and I just followed along-“

Miles continuously ranted while Miguel casually walked out and towards the database room. Rolling his eyes at the amusing nervous stammering of the young teen. “Doesn’t change the fact you executed it.. I’ll get that little pest later, right now you’re gonna have to face punishment.” Miguel brushed off his stammering, stepping onto the aerial platform with the squirming spider still in his firm grasp

“Well, taking your watch away obviously doesn’t seem to get my message through now does it?” Miguel raised an eyebrow, looking down at Miles who had a nervous grin. “..Whaaaaat?? O-of course it does!” He retorted, but he already knew where this conversation was going.. “Last I checked, no it doesn’t.” He commented, unsheathing his claw. “Perhaps I need some more.. extreme solutions. Since you little pequeños don’t seem to get the message.”

A small squeak escaped Miles’ lips when Miguel’s clawed finger ever so slightly dragged along his midsection. Tracing little shapes into it while it flinched and sucked in at every little small touch. “..Thihis reheheally isn’t necessary, mahahan..” He tried to protest through his small giggles, struggling to wiggle out of the firm hold Miguel had him trapped in.

“Oh, it most certainly is.”

Miguel winced a bit at the teens loud scream near his ear when he clawed at his belly. Kicking his legs and squirming like a maniac even if they had barely even started. “AAHAHAAA!?- MIhihiHIGuhehel please I-I’m- I’m sohoHOHORRY!!”

“Are you though? Or are you just saying that to get free?” Miguel questioned teasingly. Without warning, he switched his tactics to instead drag his claw up Miles’ side and ribs before descending back down. Resisting the urge to break out laughing at his hilarious response.

The kid cackled and squirmed, even snorting a little in between his laughter. However, their little lighthearted interaction was quickly interrupted when Miles suddenly shot his elbow up, not paying attention to who was behind him.

A sickening POW silenced the rest of the noise, Miles being dropped on the floor by Miguel who cupped his cheekbone in pain. Miles’ eyes widening, immediately assuming the worst. “Crap- Oh shoot I’m so sorry are you okay, man!? Did I do any serious damage d-do you need to go to medbay I can- AA!!—

Miles was cut off from his nervous ranting when he was suddenly grabbed by the older man. Before he knew it, he was shrieking and cackling like a mad man. Miguel scribbling furiously at his underarms while Miles had his biceps glued to his ribs.

“GYAHAAHAAHAHAA!!!— *snort* NAHAHAHA IHIM SAHAHARRYY!! *snort* *snort*” The young spider cried out, getting a chuckle from Miguel. Soon enough, the older spider gave mercy to him. Gently holding him under his arms and letting him get some breaths in, especially after having squirmed and thrashed like crazy..

“Ohoh gohod.. Look ihim sorry, ohokay!?”

“..Are you though?”

Being spiderman was never easy, whether it was saving whole dimensions from collapse or being shoved against a train violently and being told you were a mistake. Miles definitely could say he wasn't fond of his job, but hey, it's what had to be done. In between all that, there was definitely an added bonus to having the abilities he did, like having to run from a very annoyed Hobie who was chasing after him.

"MILES. GET BACK HERE YOU BRAT"

"WAIT- Wait Hobie let's talk about this yea?"

If you're wondering what got Miles into this situation, let me enlighten you. Earlier that day, Miles and Hobie were hanging out in his Hobie's dimension (It's the perfect place for crashing, can you blame him?) and unbeknownst to him, he had eaten something Hobie was waiting on eating all day.

"YOU ATE MY BLOODY FOOD MAN, GET BACK HERE."

"I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS YOURS I SWEAR! I'M SORRY!"

The chase had started at least ten minutes ago, but no matter what Miles did and no matter how many sharp corners he bent, he could never seem to get Hobie off his tail.

"MAN CMON I'M SORRY I'LL GET YOU MORE- Wait huh?"

Miles paused mid swing, and landed on a roof, with no sign of Hobie at all. Sighing with relief, he took a seat and laid back, closing his eyes.

"Finally, not being chased by that annoying, angry brit."

"What was that mate?"

Miles jumped and opened his eyes, screaming slightly as Hobie immediately pinned him down before he could escape.

"How did-"

"I was here the whole time, don't question it. Now what were you saying about me being an annoying, angry brit?"

Miles squirmed and smiled nervously, seeing how Hobie's face had a mischievous but still mildly annoyed grin on it.

"Wait- Wait Hobie I swear- I'm sorry man cmohon-"

Hobie huffed at Miles' frantic squirming and pleading, but in response, he only switched their positions so that he held Miles in his lap, lowering his hands closer and closer to the younger spider's tummy.

"Your sorries won't get it back, and I think I deserve some revenge for you calling me annoying yea?"

With that, Hobie dropped his hands, drilling deep into the muscle of Miles' tummy.

"sHIHIHIT- HOHOBIHIE IHIM SOHOHORRY-"

"Yes yes I know, I want to see you laugh as well so you're stuck until I get bored. Who's a ticklish little spider Miles? I think you are with how much you're laughing~"

Miles went red at the teases and laughed harder, thrashing in Hobie's hold, but no matter how much he squirmed, Hobie had a solid hold on him.

"Stop squirming mate jeez, you're more like a wiggly snake than a spider."

Hobie chuckled and switched to squeezing and pinching at Miles' sides, drawing out sweet giggles from the younger.

"IhIhI proHohOmiHihise- IhIhi wohOhon't stEheheaL yOhour foHoHOod-"

"Yea? Good~ Now onee last thing~"

"WAIT NOHO- NO- HOBIHIHIHIE-"

Miles threw his head back as he burst into loud cackles, caused by the continous onslaught of raspberries that were being blown on his neck.

"Okay okay I'll stop now, you're so ticklish."

Hobie chuckled as he paused, allowing Miles to curl up into a ball, still giggling from the residual tingles.

"So have you learnt your lesson?"

"Don't steal food unless I really need it."

Miles laughed as he ran off again, jumping and swinging away from where they were.