i was cool this whole time.

from this meme.

Sweating, and with his arm over his forehead, Miguel continues to stare at the slats of light on the ceiling from the blinds-covered windows. He at least had the decency to tuck himself back into his underwear before rolling onto the mattress, but what pleasure he might've felt rutting against Hobie (rubbing their cocks together, huffing into his neck, digging claws into the younger man's sheets and resisting the urge to growl as he fucked Hobie's fist--) slowly ebbs into brutal mortification.

His nose crinkles with the unmistakable scent of their sex. His abilities dial the reality of that up to eleven. And then, crimson eyes sliding over to the mess of cum still splattered on Hobie's slim belly (from both of them, Madre de Díos), Miguel swallows thickly.

In some way, Hobie wanted everything. It was something he wasn’t used to. He didn’t want things, especially not from his so called boss.

And yet here he was, discarding the shirt and letting his hands make its way back to Miguel. The lingering touches he gave only sent waves of arousal back into Hobie’s system. It was a blessing and a curse being Spider-Man for that exact reason.

"Well... Damn."

From the inside of his room, Miguel crows, "I don't need you here, Hobie!"

A few weeks ago, he'd told LYLA to make a reminder for moving his things from his room at Society HQ (they'd piled up horrendously) to his actual apartment. In his foolishness, however, when she asked if she should be "as helpful as possible", he'd said "yes".

And that damned him.

Apparently, LYLA's definition of helpfulness had been to send an incredibly convoluted group e-mail to a huge handful of Spider-People asking "to help Miguel move his things to his place in Nueva York". He'd sent a follow-up e-mail, of course, stating that he didn't actually need help and that it was an issue with LYLA, and most everyone who'd been victim to a message had understood.

Except Hobie Shockin' Brown, whose identifying signature beeps happily on his watch to let Miguel know who's waiting for him outside.

He growls when he realises Hobie hasn't left, at least as far as his watch says, and closes up the last of the boxes in his living room with packing tape.

"LYLA will get on your ass if you do it all on your own, mate!" His hands shoved in his pockets, the Spider-Man stands back and leans against the wall. He might as well just wait outside until he could at least catch the man hauling boxes out himself.

What a stubborn prick.

The man always did things himself, never let other help him nor did he help other unless it was a dire situation. Unless it was just Hobie he didn't help. In all fairness Hobie didn't believe in anything Miguel stood for, so he understood why they didn't get on like most spiders. Though, he would be lying if he said he didn't look up to the man in the slightest. (He only did a smidgen.) So why walk off?

Why walk off and let more burden fall on Miguel? It would only make the man more angry. No one needed to deal with more of that than necessary.

Hobie might as well step up as a Spider-Man and take one for the team. It's what "heroes" did anyways.

Miguel clicks his tongue. (Obvious disappointment.)

"Fine." He steps out of his office, walking past Hobie without any gesture for him to follow. "Get into your plainclothes, then.

"We're going out into Nueva York, and they don't need to see any Spiders out there."

Looking over his shoulder, he adds, "I know you're not much for following orders, but at least keep your secret identity intact. I'll see you in the lobby in ten minutes."

Swinging into the lobby, now 4 minutes late, he lets out a loud "Aye!"

With his position now at Miguel's side, Hobie nudges the man. "You good, bruv?" He smirks. "Bit past our time to leave innit? My bad, mate."

Starting to walk, he shoves his hands into his pockets. Hobie could just tell these errands are going to be the worst thing he offered to tag along to. Especially with Miguel.

Miguel was quite the character- not one he particularly liked. Not just because he was the leader of Spider Society, No, that was just part of it. It was because Spider-Man 2099 had the type of personality that made everyone stray from.

Yet, Hobie didn't mind taking on LYLA's request on befriending the guy. He knew it would be fun trying to push something that just wasn't possible. (That he knew of.)

"Ay, mate? You wouldn't mind stoppin' by somewhere to grab a bite, yeah?"

Yeah. He could do this.

"That's the issue," Miguel says plainly. "When you're trying to be friendly, you take up all my time."

Still, he turns away, looking back to his screens and finishing the last of his typing. A swipe of his hand has everything sliding away, and then Miguel taps a command that has his platform moving back down.

Stretching his limbs, he slowly walks to where the platform would land before stopping just a shy away of the edge. It still baffles him how slow the platform was. (Couldn't he just upgrade it to be faster?) That wasn't any of his business, though.

"I've got nothin' but time."

"Why the shock would I call--"

The look of confusion Miguel wears gives way to quiet exasperation, one hand landing on his hip as the other pinches the bridge of his nose. The softest "LYLA" is uttered under his breath, but he draws his fingers down to rub along his chin before meeting Hobie's eyes again.

"Right, well I unfortunately can't do that, bruv." His arms cross against his chest. He can just tell Lyla is going to be cheering in celebration after he tells her that he denied any command of leaving from the "boss-man." To be fair, He didn't quite understand why she was so adamant on them liking each other, but it did make for good entertainment.

Nothing brought Hobie more joy than watching Miguel slowly grow more pissed off the more things don't go the way he want them to. (That's what Hobie thinks anyways.)

"You call all sorts of blokes in." He smirks, glancing over. "No need to be so scared of me, mate, I'm just tryin' to be friendly."

❛  are we actually doing the right thing?  ❜ ❛  are you bleeding?  ❜ ❛  are you even sorry?  ❜ ❛  are you still mad at me?  ❜ ❛  are you sure you’re gonna be okay on your own?  ❜ ❛  can’t we just be friends again?  ❜ ❛  can we pretend this never happened?  ❜ ❛  can you help me with this?  ❜ ❛  didn’t you listen to what i just said?  ❜ ❛  did you ever even love me?  ❜ ❛  don’t you believe me?  ❜ ❛  do you trust me?  ❜ ❛  do you understand what that means?  ❜ ❛  do you want to talk about it?  ❜ ❛  haven’t you heard the news?  ❜ ❛  have you ever cared about anyone other than yourself?  ❜ ❛  how did you do that?  ❜ ❛  how will i ever be able to repay you?  ❜ ❛  is it my fault?  ❜ ❛  is there anything i can do for you?  ❜ ❛  was all of this just a lie?  ❜ ❛  we’re gonna survive this, right?  ❜ ❛  what are you doing here?  ❜ ❛  what do you want from me?  ❜ ❛  what have you done to them?  ❜ ❛  what makes you think i’m going to help you?  ❜ ❛  when was the last time you ate something?  ❜ ❛  when will it stop?  ❜ ❛  when will you ever grow up?  ❜ ❛  where were you last night?  ❜ ❛  who did this to you?  ❜ ❛  who the hell are you?  ❜ ❛  why can’t you just let it go?  ❜ ❛  why didn’t you tell me sooner?  ❜ ❛  why did you leave me?  ❜ ❛  why don’t you come home with me?  ❜ ❛  why would you do something like that?  ❜ ❛  will you call me when you got there safely?  ❜ ❛  will you please tell me what happened?  ❜ ❛  will you stop doing that?  ❜