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Miles’s parents had left for a precinct event earlier that night, with a kiss to his brow and instructions to stay out of trouble. Captain duties or something, Miles wasn't really paying attention. All he focused on was that he would finally have the floor to himself for hours! Miles had quickly messaged his boyfriend, inviting him over to hang out. Minutes later one Hobie Brown walked through a portal in his civies, loud street clothes dripping over his lanky torso. Hobie toted a 6 pack of beer, and that ever irritating smirk of his face through the portal with him. The punk brought Miles into a gentle kiss with an arm lazily tossed behind the shorter teen's neck to bring him closer. Rio Morales had pre-made Miles’s dinner for the night with more than enough for seconds or thirds for her ‘growing boy’. The two boys teased each other though dinner, knocking their shoulders together, ruffhousing, and talking about recent patrols. All while stuffing themselves on Asopao de pollo. With dishes piled in the sink to tend to later Miles’s all but dragged Hobie to the couch. Pushing the Brit down against the arm of the couch, before seating himself in Hobie’s lap, letting his back rest against the taller teens chest. Miles and Hobie nursed beers through the movie they were watching. As the night passed the truly innocent hang escalated to Miles bedroom with Hobie between his legs as the younger teen sat on the edge of his bed. Hobie traced the outline of Miles’s cock through the teens' sweatpants. Ducking down to place open mouth kisses to the members head where it weeped through the cotton.
“Hobie please, stop teasing.” Miles whined out. Sucking air through his teeth as Hobie sucked the tip into his mouth. Hobie leaded back, the older teen fumbled at Miles’s sweatpants band with the grace of the horney teenager that he was, large hands pawed at Miles’s hips urging him to lift them up. The young teen responded in turn bucking up, just to have his pants shucked to his ankles. Big hands quickly rehomed to the member in front of the punk’s face, giving a few teasing tugs to bring Miles’s cock to full mass. Hobie leaned down taking the member into his mouth, letting out a contented hum as the younger teen grasped at his wicks to guide him down to take his full length. Hobie rolled his tongue across the underside of Miles’s cock, letting his tongue roll across the members' large veins. Miles wasn’t small by any means. His cock was 6 inches, substantially thick, and perfect if someone were to ask Hobie. The punk took pleasure in servicing his boyfriend, always ready to sink to his knees if Miles said the words. Hobie hummed to bring Miles’s attention down to him. Miles’s eyes peered down to meet Hobie’s as the older teen sending him a wink, swallowing around his cock and taking him down to the root.
Miles let out a choked out sound before flopping his torso down on his bed. Hobie let out a muffled chuckle before turning his full attention to working Miles’s cock. Slowly rising off the length until just the tip rested against his tongue to swirl his tongue around the tip, teasing around the slit before dipping back down to take the cock back to the root. Every rotation brought a new sound out of Miles, small whines and puffs of air escaped his mouth, as his hands grasped at Hobie’s hair, tugging every once and a while to try and steer Hobie’s mouth in a certain direction. The punk’s own hands had not been sitting idle, one rested on Miles’s balls, occasionally aiding in holding the teens cock steady, or switching to massage the smaller teens sac lightly. Hobie’s other hand had taken place over his own groin, palming his own hard member through jeans. The rough drag was intoxicating.
“Miles estamos de vuelta, Miles Gonzalo Morales, ¿qué crees que estás haciendo?” Rio Morales’s voice quickly rose, the bedroom door that had opened quickly slammed shut. As if an electric wave rushed the room both teenagers shot apart, Hobie’s mouth left Miles’s dick with a sharp pop, as he rolled off his knees and jolted up, wiping the dipping spit from his bottom lip and chin. Miles was quick to follow, rushing to pull his sweats up, dick limp as if a bucket of ice was dropped on its person. The young teen could swear he could hear the echo of the door slamming replaying in his ears. Blush quickly rising to his cheeks.
“Miles sal aquí ahora mismo y trae a tu amiguito contigo.” Rio shouted through the door. She was pissed. Miles met Hobie’s eyes as the taller teen was reaching for his watch. Hobie’s lips were red and swollen, his neck was flushed, and Miles bet that he didn’t look any better. His parents would see through any excuse he would manage to throw together. There was no way he was allowing Hobie to slip away.
“Don’t you dare” Miles hissed, slapping Hobie’s hand away from his transporter.
“Wouldn’t dream of it Love.” That surefire smirk rose back onto the punk’s face, however it quickly fell to a grimace before he turned to the door. “What did she say?”
“Miles Ahora!” Rio shouted through the door.
“We need to go see them.” Miles directed the sentence at the ground as he smoothed out his jersey with his hands, walking to the door. This really isn't how he wanted his parents to meet his boyfriend, or how he wanted to come out. Taking a deep breath Miles opened the door a crack to peek out. Eyes meeting his mothers sharp eyes, she stood in the hallway, Miles’s father was further down the hall peaking over her shoulder at a distance.
“Well Miles, bring the girl out, let's not drag this out.” Jefferson’s baritone held strong. Trying to take control of the situation. Miles winced at the pronoun. Maybe if he told them he was Spider-Man right now he could overshadow the sexuality thing? Miles opened the door further slowly, walking out with his shoulders sagging, trying to make himself smaller. Shrinking under his parents' gaze. Hobie sauntered out closely behind, shoulders pulled back, and head held hide. Hobie’s face was impassive until he saw the shock flash across the adults faces, his lips pulled up in a small grin. If there was anything Hobie liked to do, it was to get a reaction. Rio turned on her heel, walking to the living room, giving silent instruction to follow. She motioned to the couch before claiming a chair to sit across from them. Jefferson was quick to mirror his wife, his eyes darted back and forth between the two boys as they settled on the couch, sweeping over Hobie’s appearance, before scanning Miles, almost checking to see if he was alright. Beer bottles were scattered on the coffee table dividing them. Another nail in Miles’s coffin.
“Mami I’m sorry you weren't supposed to,” Miles’s clamoring was cut off by a sharp look from his mother, Rio had brought her hand up to silence Miles.
“Weren’t supposed to what? Come back to my own home to find my child having sex with someone who looks like he could vote? Who can buy liquor? Who even are you?” Rio was pissed, voice strong, questions coming rapid fire. The last one directed at Hobie.
“Hobie Brown ma’am.” Miles could tell Hobie was trying, he did tend to get, well, prickly, with confrontation. “Mrs.Morales, it is so wonderful to meet you, Miles has only said good things.” Hobie partially sat up, extending his hand to shake Rio’s hand, which his mother spitefully took in her own. Hobie then moved to grasp Jefferson’s hand to mirror the action. Hand firmly grasped, Hobie’s lip curled upward in the tell tale smile that he was about to start some shit. “Copper.” Jefferson pulled his shoulders up in reaction. Another nail in the coffin. Miles was never going to see the light of day again. “Spider-Man Grounded Forever” Miles could see the imaginary newspaper headlines already. Hobie sat back down, tossing an arm across the back of the couch behind Miles’ head.
“How old are you, Hobie? You have to excuse my shock to find my underage son with a man between his legs.” Rio replied coolly. If they hated Gwen, Hobie was 10 times worse in his parent’s eyes. Miles could see the analyzing stares to Hobie’s face, his piercings, his jeans which were tacked with various patches from bands and artists.
“18 Ma’am, bat and ball I am. Sorry you had to see that though.” Hobie held steadfast under his parents scrutinizing gaze. He was not about to mention his 19th was fast approaching.
“18 Miles, 18! We leave for a night of calm and we come home to find an 18 year old we have never laid eyes on before supplying my child with liquor to get him in bed! Thats rape!” Rio shouted, standing up, pinning Hobie with her gaze.
“Mami, please, I’m almost 18. Hobie didn’t rape me, I,” Miles stuttered before continuing. “I asked for it. This whole night was my idea.” Miles rose to stand in front of Hobie. Trying to block Hobie from Rio’s scathing gaze.
“Let's all just sit back down. Rio my love, please.” Jefferson interjected. Trying to deescalate the argument. Holding his wife's wrist slowly gilding her back into her chair. He still had his formal uniform on. “Miles please, how long has,” He paused “This been going on?”
“This? This is my boyfriend, dad. We’ve been together for 6 months.” Miles replied indignantly.
“Ok, do you have something you would like to tell us?” Jefferson pinned Miles with a patient but tired stare. Miles froze, they wanted him to say it? He glanced at Hobie who met his gaze, giving an encouraging nod. His arm dropped off the back of the couch to rest fully on Miles’s shoulders. A small comfort, Miles stuttard out a weird yelp under his breath while he sorted through his thoughts.
“Dad, Mami. I’m Bisexual. This isn’t how I wanted you to find out, or how I wanted to introduce Hobie.” Miles could have burned a hold into the floor with how hard he was staring at the ground. He just wanted to be swallowed into black hole. Or wake up from this nightmare of evening.
“Mijo, I loved you yesterday, I loved you today, and I will love you more with each passing day. Your dad and I only want what's best for you.” Rio spoke softly.
“Mami, you are going to have to let me start deciding whats good for me, because Hobie? Hobie makes me want to be better, he makes my day great with just a single text, and his presence makes me feel like I can achieve anything. He makes me a better man. Please give him a chance.” Miles pleaded. Tears welling up in his eyes. Acceptance was half the battle, however it made his heart feel lighter hearing his mothers words.
“Hobie, I think we started on the wrong foot. I’m Jefferson Davis.” Miles’s dad extended his hand. Hobie was quick to bridge the gap with his own hand.
“Hobie Brown Sir. Pleasure.”
“Hobie, I apologize for what I said. Please forgive me.” Hobie’s hand transferred to Rio’s at her words.
“No worries ma’am, I would have been right pissed if I thought someone was hurting Miles myself.” Hobie sent a cheeky grin to Rio after his words.
“Well, I feel It's time you left, but please come back for dinner. I think this conversation should progress with fresh minds” Jefferson stood up, gesturing for Hobie to follow.
“Lemme just grab my daisy roots.” Hobie nicked his boot off the ground from where he had kicked them off after dinner pulling them on quickly. Walking back to Miles to deliver a quick peck to the younger teens cheek. “I’ll message you Luv.” Before following Jefferson to the door.
Miles looked up to his mom after he heard the door close. “Thank you Mami.”
Rio sat up moving to sit down next to her son. “I love you Miles, forever and always.” She brought her boy into a crushing hug, and like a dam breaking, Miles let out a choked sob. Letting his stress and anxiety free as he cried into his mother's shoulder. Rio rubbed circles into her son’s neck and back, whispering comforting words into her son's hair. Both were oblivious to how much time passed until Miles calmed down. Rio leaned back to search her son's face. “Better?”
Miles nodded “Te amo mama.”
“Good, you still need to clean this up.” She gestured to the bottles sitting in front of them. “And you're grounded.”
“Grounded! for how long?”