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When Miles first met Hobie, he immediately noticed how touchy the other boy was. He tussled with Pav and was quick to offer Gwen a comforting pat on the back. Miles assumed it came from how long the other Spiders had known each other, but then Hobie clung to miles after he saved the little girl in Mumbatten.
And rested his arm casually on Miles shoulder at HQ. And whispered something in Miles' ear about not enlisting. Miles didn’t really know what Hobie meant because all he could focus on was the ghost of Hobie’s breath in his ear and the scent of cigarettes. It wasn’t that Miles was uncomfortable with Hobie's physical affection. Miles just wasn’t used to being touched so casually by someone who isn’t his mom.
2.
After Miles saved the multiverse and his dad with the help of his friends, Hobie gave him a dimension traveling watch. It screamed Hobi, scraps fastened together, but there was a touch of Miles there too.
The armband was black and the edges were colored with a red marker. It kind of looked like Miles' suit.
“Here you go mate,” Hobie’s calloused guitarist fingers brushed Miles' pulse as he fasted the watch.
“Thanks man,” Miles felt himself grow hot. He still wasn’t used to this. Whatever this was.
“It’s nothing. Now you can come visit me anytime you want.” Hobie said with a smirk as he leaned into Miles' space, holding Miles' wrist.
“Would you want me to?” Miles' eyes flitted from Hobie’s hand on his wrist to his dark eyes.
“Yeah. I would.” Hobie said and dropped Miles’ wrist.
3.
Miles was still getting the hang of the new watch the first time he portaled to Hobie’s dimension. So when he flew out of the portal and found himself on Hobie’s lap, he kind of wished he could go invisible forever.
Hobie was seated on his bed with music sheets scattered around. “Well, well, well. Look decided to finally stop by,” Hobie secured Miles on his lap by placing a hand on his waist.
“Heyyy, man. Still getting used to the watch.” Why hasn’t he moved, Miles thought to himself. But also why hasn’t Hobie moved Miles from his lap.
“It’s good to see you, love” Hobie’s hand started to rub circles on Miles' hip. The two Spidermen were close. Miles could see every detail of Hobie’s unique face. Miles traced his eyes over his face, scanning his piercings and finally looked into Hobies' eyes. Miles felt like he could see something , could sense something, he just wasn’t sure what.
Gwen suddenly kicked open the door to Hobie room, holding take out in her hands.
“Miles? When did you get here?”
Leaping from Hobie’s lap, Miles moved across the room. “Just portaled in. What are you doing here?”
“We just finished band practice.” Hobie said, side eyeing Miles.
Hobie liked Miles and wanted to be close to him, but Hobie couldn’t read Miles yet. Hobie couldn’t tell if the other boy liked him too or was just clueless.
4.
Hobie found himself in Miles' universe after a particularly difficult villain. Seeing the other boy's face made him let go of the tension he was holding.
“Hobie, dude! You look messed up, you good?” Miles walked towards the window Hobie just crawled through. Scanning Hobie’s body for any injuries, Miles sighed when he found none.
Suddenly Hobie’s long arms reached out to Miles and pulled him to his chest. Hobie laid his head on Miles’ shoulder and released a breath.
“Can we just stay like this for a minute, yeah love?”
After a beat of hesitation, Miles gently wrapped his arms around Hobie’s waist. Miles knew Hobie wasn’t hurt, but he didn’t know how to touch the other boy.
“Love, I’m not a fragile bird,” Hobie laughed into Miles’ neck. “You can hold me tighter than that.”
Miles shut his eyes and pulled Hobie closer, holding him tighter like he was scared Hobie would slip from his fingers like water. The reassuring pressure made Hobie let out a sigh of relief.
5.
Hobie stayed over that night. After cleaning up in the bathroom, the taller boy found himself dressed in Miles’ clothes. The jersey and basketball shorts felt out of character, but Hobie loved the feeling of being closer to Miles.
“Wow. You look so different in my clothes.”
“It’s not as cool as my usual clothing, that’s for sure, but I suppose it’ll do.”
“You look good.” Hobie’s eyes shot up to Miles.
“Yeah?” Hobie grinned.
“Yeah, you look softer. Less scary.”
“Come out of it.” Hobie rolled his eyes, falling back onto Miles' bed. Miles laughed and walked over to sit besides Hiobie.
“My bed is small, but I don’t mind sharing.” Miles glanced over to Hobie.
Hobie felt a rush of heat. “I’m cool with whatever.”
“Cool. ” “Cool.”
“Then lay right, dude.”
“I don’t follow orders,” Hobie deadpanned, but moved to lay correctly.
They laid face to face and Miles didn’t feel nervous. This felt right to him.
Hobie liked Miles and wanted to be close to him. Slowly with a sense of hesitancy that was unlike Hobie, he reached out to Miles and pulled himself closer to the other boy.
“Alright?”
“Yeah.”
Hobie was overcome with the desire to kiss Miles, but deep down he wanted Miles to make that move. He wanted to feel like Miles liked him just as much as he liked Miles. So instead Hobie whispered his goodnights and drifted off to sleep.
Miles looked at Hobie’s sleeping face and his feelings hit him all at once. Hobie touched Miles because he liked him. Hobie was here in his bed because he liked him. Hobie wanted to be closer to Miles because he liked him.
And Miles liked Hobie.
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The next morning Miles woke up alone. He felt disappointed because he was hoping to tell Hobie how he felt.
Miles quickly got dressed and freshened up to portal to Hobie’s dimension.
Stepping out of the portal into Hobie’s room, Miles searched for the other boy and found him sleeping on his bed.
Kneeling down beside the bed, Miles nudged the sleeping boy. “Hobie, hey man, what are you doing here?” Miles couldn;t help but feel a little saddened by Hobie's departure.
“Miles?” Hobie said drowsily. “What are you doing here love?”
“I came looking for you. You left. Why did you leave?”
Hobie faced Miles. “I just didn’t want to disturb you too much. What if the old bottle and stopper saw?”
“You didn’t have to leave. They’re gone for the weekend anyways.”
“Oh. Nice”
“Yeah.”
“So you came all the way to my dimension just to ask me why I left?”
“Well yes and no. I wanted to tell you something too.”
“What is it?”
Miles looked into Hobie’s dark chocolate eyes, trailing down to his clothes. Miles thought about how the other boy helped him when no one else did and how he called him “love” in that voice and how his hair captivated him the first time he saw the Hobie without his mask.
Miles couldn’t help himself. He reached out and began to lightly trace up Hobie’s arms, following his veins up to Hobie’s runway model collarbones. Hobie’s eyes fluttered shut and Miles’ fingers snaked up his neck, which was free of its usual punk adornments. Finally Miles gripped Hobie’s chin and he leaned in, kissing Hobie.
Hobie kissed him back with a groan and wrapped his arms around Miles’ waist, pulling him onto the bed. Miles felt intoxicated. He has never touched someone with so much purpose, with so much want and love.
Holding himself above Hobie, Miles kissed down to Hobie’s neck. Miles had never left a mark on anyone, but he wanted to leave one on Hobie. Motivated by the gasps of his name being released from Hobie’s full lips, Miles toyed with the end of the jersey Hobie wore, his jersey.
“Can I?” Miles whispered onto Hobie’s lips, meeting Hobie’ eyes. Hobie couldn’t believe this was the boy who didn’t know how to touch him not too long ago. “Of course, my Brooklynn baby.”
Hearing the nickname, Miles peppered kisses over Hobie’s face before pulling the jersey over Hobie’s head. Miles placed his hands on Hobie’s waist and watched as the other boy sighed.
“What? Is this okay?” Miles questioned, still feeling nervous.
Hobie shook his head with a huff, “It’s just that this is finally happening. You were driving me mad.”
“What?” Miles said, dazed.
“Love, I’ve been hitting on you since we met.”
“I thought you were just big on physical affection with everyone.”
“Well yeah, but it’s always been different with you.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“Well to be fair-” Hobie shut Miles up with a deep kiss and maneuvered the boy into laying on his back.
“You’ve had your fun, love” Hobie said with a glint in his eyes. “Now it’s my turn.”
Hobie leaned in and swallowed Miles’ playful protests.