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00:00 // Queens, New York
"10-31A, Main Street. Suspect—Blonde middle age looking man, has stolen a vehicle and is now driving recklessly, now in pursuit." The crackling audio of a police radio echos on a random building rooftop on a cold busy night at New York, Queens. Red and blue sirens ring through the streets before the piercing sound of a web shooter cuts through the noise.
"Hey look! It's Spiderman!"
It was a typical night for the friendly neighborhood spiderman— Thomas Parker. The heroic teenager swinged through the streets of Queens, knowing each nook and cranny like the back of his hand. He had been swinging around as the hero named Spiderman for about 6 months now, he hadn't fought any major villains yet but he kept the streets safe from danger even with the police constantly being on his tail for being a vigilante.
College was no different from fighting criminals all night as he battled the educational system everyday. Being extremely smart wasn't exactly a blessing when his professors put him on international school competitions constantly keeping his schedule tightly packed yet despite all that he still made time to admire his long time crush— Micro Ghost.
Thomas always made sure to check on Micro when he's on nightly patrols, there was a certain rooftop he would always camp at, right above the window of Micro's room. He would always catch Micro pulling all nighters, glasses askew while he struggled to stay awake, Thomas always felt his heart ache for him, he wanted to be a basketball player but the legacy of his father pulled him back. As frequent as he watched him Thomas had never properly interacted with Micro feeling too awkward to ever go up to him and say something, often bumping into him and saying good morning would be good enough for him.
"Finals are coming up, I'm so screwed.." Thomas whispered to himself, his head buried in his hands in defeat. Thomas had planned to go to the library to study— or maybe get a glimpse of his beloved crush Micro studying alone in his usual spot in the library.
Thomas walks out to get his books from his locker, shyly smiling to himself as he stares at the math club picture taped on his locker serving as the only picture Thomas can truly own of Micro in it. He locks his stuff up for the day as he makes his way to the library, slightly giddy but still keeping finals in mind.
Quiet noises of books being flipped page to page echo through the library, a few groups using it as a place to whisper gossip at and a few people actually studying for their tests. His eyes lock onto the familiar white hair of Micro from across the room, feeling his heart quicken and cheeks heat up slightly. Thomas settles down on the usual spot he sits at, the small quiet corner of the libray near the dusty history books that are kept forgotten.
Thomas was already pretty smart, practically top of his class constantly and getting offered internships left and right by well known companies but he only has eyes on the white haired boy he was absolutely head over heels for since his first year at campus.
After hours of staring at Micro— studying Thomas decided to pack up for the night but before he could leave he noticed Micro had passed out while reading a book. This wasn't the first time Micro had fallen asleep in the library, he practically lived in this library sometimes with how often he saw him sleep and eat alone here. Thomas lightly covered Micro's sleeping figure with a blanket he had hidden between the shelfs just for him, quietly stepping away after gazing at his slumbering face after a while, closing the lamp he had been using and carefully left the library not wanting to wake up Micro from his exhausted slumber.
Another nightly patrol around the city, most things were in order aside from the occasional attempted robber that a few webs couldn't fix. Surprisingly it was quiet but saying anything is quiet in this city was just a curse waiting to happen, with that in mind the loud sirens of police men started to echo again. Thomas was immediately on his feet, swinging to the scene with haste, it was a break in but this wasn't the usual bank robbery he would normally deal with but this time it was a lab getting broken into.
"Well that's.. odd.." Thomas thought through his mask, entering from the open window the theif must have used. The lab was eerily normal, nothing was destoryed or even touched it seemed like whoever broke in here was only looking for one thing but there was one thing that caught his eye, fragments of some kind of reptile scale. The loud alarm still sounded around the building before he heard a small shuffle, heavy footsteps trying to escape through the roof, Thomas sensed the presence and quickly opened the roofstop staircase and quickly saw someone hurridly running up to the roof.
It wasn't long till he caught up with the runaway theif on the rooftop, it was dark so he couldn't clearly see who it could be.
"Woah there buddy, where do you think you're going?" He scoffs wrapping webs around the suspect, pulling him in to be kept strung for the police to find them and question the suspect themselves but before he could do that his web was flunged away, his eyes widen trying to control the web, shooting another one before the suspect could get away but as the sirens and police lights flashed he caught a glimpse of who or what he was chasing.
A huge lizard like man was standing there holding liquid capsules, before Thomas could fully react he was swung aside by the lizard man, his webs ineffective as the suspect's lizard tail easily cut through the strong string. Thomas was stunned, well that was a first, he shook his head remembering he was still disliked by the police and swung back to his usual post.
The strange encounter made Thomas worry, a mutant roaming around the city wasn't good but something felt off about all of this. Thomas exhaled, his breath fogging in the cold winter wind, he glances at Micro's window finding himself frowning seeing Micro curled up beside his desk, his chest tightened once more feeling the familiar pity and concern he had for Micro.
Swinging back to his room to research more about the possible of a mutant being seen around the city Thomas quietly entered through his window wanting to avoid waking up his aunt. After a while he found some old buried news about the high chances mutants could be possible in the future, it came from a well known company, RoCorp. He was familiar with the company because of the offered they had made for an internship. Coincidentally it was the same one Micro interned at as a senior since his father was the head scientist. Thomas formed a plan to join the upcoming training this weekend, though his stomach slightly flipped thinking about how he might run into Micro once more.
Micro sat in his room, his tears drying as the muffled voices of his parents arguing about his future echod through the once warm home he grew up in. He curled up flinching at each crash outside his door, he felt the guilt eat him up whole knowing they only ever fight about the future of their son, all he wanted was to follow his dreams but the legacy he had to fulfill was the heaviest burden he carried.
"Can't you see he's just a disappointment? He will never be enough to be like Jophiel!"
"Stop comparing your daughter to your son for goodness sake! He's your child too you bastard."
"He may be our child but he's not my son."
The tears welled up quickly but they were wiped away as fast as they had come. Micro just wanted to rest, gradually the voices got more quiet and the living room lights turned off, he exhaled shakily as he got up to walk over to his bed, flopping lazily as he embraced his soft pillow close, his eyes staring at the window. Eventually his eyes felt heavy as he was starting to doze off a strange silhouette peaked through his window, the figure disappeared as quickly as it came seemingly swinging away. Micro was too exhausted to question the strange moment but he would remember it nonetheless.
Morning came as it always did, Micro dreading to get up to see his father sitting at the table drinking his usual bitter coffee he was always forced to drink. He made quick work with his breakfast and said his fake—formal farewell to his family.
Final exams are just a few hours away, Micro was well prepared but somehow he knew this wouldn't be enough for his stubborn father. The exam hall was quiet reserved for a few students discussing and studying together, he settled quietly in the far corner of the room beside a familiar brunette haired boy he always seemed to run into. He dug into his bag for a pen but seemed to have forgotten to pack it with him since he rushed out the house. He turned to the brunette boy beside him, looking like he's lost in thought.
"Hey sorry to bother but do you have an extra pen I can borrow?" Micro quietly inquired, the boy jumped slightly at the sound of his voice, lightly flushed as he observed closely.
"Oh! Uh yeah I may have a spare give me a sec.." The brunette boy rummaged through his backpack, Micro catching a glance of his student ID.
"Thomas.." He whispered to himself, reading the brunette boy's ID.
"Yeah?" Thomas with his wide eyes turned to Micro, an extra pen in his hand with a warm grin on his face. Micro's cheeks flushed slightly, a little surprised Thomas heard him whisper that out loud.
"Thanks.. I'll give it back after the exam." His voice monotone, Thomas shook his head at Micro offering a friendly smile.
"No need, you can keep it I've got a ton already." Thomas awkwardly chuckled.
Micro couldn't help but let out a little giggle at his awkwardness, the warmth the brunette boy emitted somehow seeped through him giving his chest a warmth he had not felt in a very long time. The bell rang and the exam facilitator had walked in with papers in their hand, rules were set and the papers were already being distributed.
"Thank you for the pen, good luck on your exam Thomas.." Micro whispered with a small smile, his lips feeling unfamiliar to the expression. Thomas' shoulders slightly tensed while his cheeks burned a hot pink, he nod his head before stuttering a hum, Micro shook his head knowingly before focusing on the paper infront of him.
He passed his exam to the front, his bag slung over one of his shoulders. A soft sigh escapes him as he walks to the library once more to crash at, he knew he shouldn't sleep here again but he just didn't want to go back after what happened last night with his parents. The library was empty since finals were over and he assumed people would be out celebrating the end of another semester, he huddled at the corner where a dim lamp lit his spot. It wasn't long before he passed out with his head down but before he could truly doze off he felt something warm and cozy cover his back, the dim light turned off and a familiar keychain jingling he always heard everytime he slept in the library. He opened his eyes this time to just catch a glimpse and to his surprise the familiar sight of brunette hair made his heart beat just a little louder.
Being the son of the Head Scientist at one of the most well known companies wasn't easy, the shadow of your own father weighed heavier than the responsiblity of being a senior intern. He was always incharge of the weekend trainings for the new interns coming in the next office cycle, though he loved being the know it all to all these freshies he despised going to his father's sector when going on the campus tour. His father would speak highly of him when people were around to gain trust with the interns but he knew behind his back his father hated saying those bitter praises. He had the list of trainees coming in and his eyes widen as he recognized a certain name in the list—Thomas Parker, he couldn't help but scoff, a small smile formed on his lips he usually only glanced at their ID information but something about the warm brunette boy piqued his curiosity. He looked through most of his background, figuring out that he was also in the math club with him but he barely ever noticed because of the role he had to play as the club president. He shook his head, surprised he actually went through someone's background he would often just know their names and move on with his life but the kind smile that Thomas gave him a small spark he himself didn't even realize.
7 am sharp trainees came pouring in, Micro was the judgemental type but not in a bad way per say but he was good at judging someone's character. As he was sorting out each intern he locked eyes with Thomas, he was wearing that purple jacket he always wore the one he would coincidentally match with his lilac hoodie, a chuckled to himself for staring at the brunette boy.
"You already know that this is a intern training program. I'm Micro, a senior intern here and I will be your guide, stick with me and you'll be just fine. One rule is to not get me in trouble now please proceed with me to the main lab." Micro's voice was flat, mostly because he has done this many times before, he could practically close his eyes and know which place to go to first while touring the interns.
He hated the smell of the main lab, it smelt too clean, too much chemicals. He let the interns question the present lab workers for more hands on experience, monitoring each one he caught himself trying to find Thomas. He noticed that Thomas had seemed to disappear, he wasn't anywhere in the lab but before he could shrug it off he catches a glimpse of his purple jacket moving among the crowd of office workers.
He decided to pass the trainees to one of the other senior interns and quietly followed Thomas, weaving through the workers. As Thomas snuck through security door after security door he slipped into..
His father's office.
The clues Thomas had gathered pointed to this very office, this was the scientist leading the mutant project, he was surprised this guy wasn't fired for using so much resources for a project that failed all those years ago. He quietly looked around looking back at the close door, watching out for anyone nearby. Thomas had to find the file of the failed experiment, he needed the original formula to know who was the test subject that survived. Before he could dig any deeper the door opened, Thomas hid below the desk as his senses heightened as he has practically cornered in this dim office.
"I saw you come in. I won't tell on you or anything, I just want to know why you're here." His eyes widened in the dark, that voice was too familiar for his liking, he cursed under his breath but he was cornered and he had no other choice but to trust Micro.
He stepped out of hiding, a little embarrassed but oddly terrified of what his crush would think of him after he had just trespassed into a private office. He avoided his gaze, rubbing the back of his neck as he awkwardly stood there in the dim light of the room.
"I swear I wasn't going to steal anything.. I'm just trying to solve something.." Thomas felt pathetic for getting caught like this, wasn't he suppose to be the hero of the city? The brunette boy expected Micro to go and run to the nearest security guard but he was greeted by a soft sigh.
"Solve something huh? I'm guessing this is about the buried mutant case my father tried so hard to keep under wraps." Micro's voice shifted with the mention of his insufferable father and the failed case he bribed many people with hush money. He stepped forward, walking slightly past Thomas as he reached for a hidden piece of wall stuck between two shelfs, the compartment popped out, revealing a dusty file.
Thomas was obviously surprised Micro was helping him but besides that the mention of this office being his father's made him realize why it was so incredibly hard to find any specific clues. He silently stood beside Micro, trying his best not to invade any of his space as he opened the old file.
"Are you gonna tell me what you're trying to solve or are you just gonna make me keep guessing while I help you out?" The statement was more of a curious question than a demanding one as he flipped the file open, dust powdering the air.
"Oh um.. I heard there was a lab break in which was pretty strange, why would anyone steal from a lab if they didn't know what it was for? I did a background check on the lab and it was managed by the person in this office.." Thomas trailed off for a moment as he cleared his throat, his eyes gazing back at Micro's efforts to help him out. "Your father's information was redacted in the files, I could only get my hand's on the office location and number of who managed it."
Micro scoffed, he knew his father spent fortunes on getting his name redacted on all files connected to his years of failures and now that it's coming back to bite his ass he wondered how badly this could end for his father. The white haired boy nodded as he handed him the file, Thomas reluctantly took it as he nodded.
Before they could formally agree on helping eachother out the sound of a voice was coming closer and closer to the door and Micro knew that it was his father coming back from the tour with the interns.
Micro quickly pulled Thomas into a small corner covered by a desk drawer, pulling him down close to hide from his father. Thomas' heart jumped even as his senses knew Micro would pull him in, the proximity made his face flush slightly as their breaths we're too close for comfort. His eyes meet Micro's, the white haired boy's glasses askew as he hushed for them to be quiet before his father would discover them. The air shifted as they braced themselves, their bodies seemingly moving closer, chests heave into eachother as they attempted to steady their breaths. Thomas' cheeks were burning and his breath was getting hotter by the second being this close to Micro, he had never seen him this close before but he averted his gaze pursing his lips to resist looking at Micro's lips.
The door creaked open as a rough deep voice frustratedly sighed.
"They can't know that run away monster is my fault. I've already transferred the money you asked so keep your mouth shut chief, you know your son's education relies on that." They silently looked at eachother with wide eyes, Thomas' breath shallowed as his eyebrows narrowed as he connected the dots in his head about what really was going on, Micro's face shifted into a disappointed expression, but ultimately already expected his father would do something like this for the sake of his reputation.
Micro's father dropped the call with an irritated groan, the sound of footsteps were getting closer and closer, both of them thought this was where they would get caught but before the sound could get any closer the loud sound of a phone ringing made Micro's father sigh in frustration. He picked up the call and decided to leave the room to go see who was looking for him. Micro let out a deep exhale as he looked back up at Thomas realizing he pulled him way too close to him out of fear, he stared for a few moments before he shook his head and quietly spoke up.
"Close call.. we should get out of here before my father comes back inside." Thomas agreed with a nod, standing up as his cheeks had a soft tint of pink as he reached a hand out to Micro to help him up. As Micro took his hand the two boys shyly stared at eachother in the quiet dim room before Micro shook his head first and dragged Thomas out while still holding his hand making the brunette boy skip a few heartbeats.
They hurridly step out, avoiding any scientists and interns as they slipped through the crowd making it outside the building. Micro still holding Thomas' hand, let go not realizing he had held it the entire time as he led Thomas out the building. They settled down on a nearby bench to catch their breaths, Micro deeply exhaled a breath of condensation in the cold air as he shivered slightly rubbing his hands together for some warmth but suddenly a soft weight was placed upon his shoulders, he turned his head to Thomas placing his purple jacket on his shoulders sparking a small offer of comfort and friendship.
Micro felt a faint warmth in his chest as he smiled gently at him, moving a little closer to Thomas to share even a little bit of this warmth. Thomas jumped slightly but quietly leaned close, he could feel Micro's tiny shivers as he glances at the white haired boy, it was nice to see his eyes up close, he was so used to seeing his messy hair deep in sleep at the library.
Thomas realized he was staring for too long before looking away and looking at the time on his watch, his aunt is probably waiting for him at home, he hurridly stood up as he spoke.
"Thanks for saving my ass back there Micro, also for helping me getting this info.. I've got to run now, I'll update you on my findings on the mutant case soon." Before Micro could say anything Thomas waved a hastened goodbye, leaving his jacket behind with Micro left sitting on the bench. The white haired boy sigh softly with a small smile once more, watching his newly made friend run further and further from his sight.
After their first encounter the two grew closer, together they spent hours alone in the library researching about the past mutant cases redacted off the databases. They both carried heavy burdens but together it almost felt like the world was theirs to explore, they huddled close as they gathered clues together, learning about the cases and in some quiet moments—eachother.
Tonight was a particularly long night for both of them, Micro had just done a feasiblity study presentation after trying out for the basketball varsity team which he had not passed because he fainted on the court from being too sleep deprived. Micro had to spend sometime at the infirmary but escaped to go to the library, expecting to see Thomas waiting for him there.
The library was quiet as per usual, walking through the cold and cozy shelves comes the dim light at the very corner of the rows of books. A soft glow radiates from the small lamp the two boys usual shared, Thomas was already there typing away at his laptop with his reading glasses propped on his head, Micro couldn't help but let a small chuckle slip from his lips causing Thomas to look up and see where the soft noise came from.
"Oh you're here, figured you would be resting at the infirmary after that stunt you pulled during varsirty try outs." Thomas' voice carried a gentle concern as his eyebrows furrowed slightly looking at Micro who seemed to still be exhausted.
"Didn't want you to have all the fun so I came to rest here instead.. the infirmary was filled with crying kids anyways, it was hard to rest there." Micro stifled a yawn as he sat next to Thomas, slouching against the brunette boy's shoulder as he peaks at his laptop.
"Ah I see, you should get some rest I'll gather the clues today.." Thomas hummed quietly, gently letting Micro rest on his shoulder, draping the blanket over eachother's shoulder to keep Micro warm. The soft clicks of the laptop slowly lulling Micro to sleep against Thomas shoulder, a tender smile curls up on Thomas' lips as he glances at Micro quietly snoring beside him.
The time gradually passed by, Thomas wasn't sure but he knew it was probably already late, he was lucky Micro was here so often he had gotten the key to the library to lock up if he stayed too late. At this point Thomas had gathered enough clue to form a plan for his next nightly patrol as much as he wanted to do it tonight he couldn't help but indulge himself and stay beside Micro who was now resting his head on Thomas' lap. The chocolate-haired boy gently tucked a stray hair behind Micro's ear as he looked down, quietly checking on his dear crush—friend as he slumbered on him, forgetting the dim glow of the laptop infront of him.
Thomas knew he had to go, this plan wasn't going to happen itself forcing him to quietly get up and tuck Micro in to sleep, still deep in slumber as he curls up on himself, shivering from the sudden loss of warmth. Thomas let's himself be a little selfish and plant the softest kiss on Micro's messy hair, wishing him a quiet good night.
"Sleep well, Night owl." Thomas quietly murmured.
"Thomas.." Micro mumbled in his sleep.
Thomas tensed before chuckling at the hushed murmur, shaking his head amusingly before getting up, sharing one last glance at Micro as he always did, memorizing each messy strand of white ghostly hair. He reluctantly closes the lamp and packs up for the night, stepping out to suit up and begin the plan.
04:00 // Queens, New york // City Sewers.
From the clues Thomas had gathered, recently water drainage had been having issues all over the city, some say smoke have come up to the city making people sick and have sezere symptoms of lung damage from inhaling the potent smoke. Chemicals coming from drains wasn't something you see everyday so Thomas formed a plan to track where exactly the smoke is coming from, finding the source right in the sewers.
Thomas was swift, shooting webs in each critical point he had studied ever since the first smoke attacks started. Each web string was a make shift trigger, if anything moves around the tough but thin string it will start vibrating and signal him that something was there. Thomas waited patiently, fixing his web accuracy, studying for upcoming tests an just swinging around until he felt a string vibrate among the web of strings, he knew this was it as the string vibrated faster and faster he looked up from the string to see the Lizard from that night rapidly approuching.
The scaly reptile lunges at Thomas causing Thomas to fall back and launch a web at the reptile's face, giving him some time to string up it's feet but the sheer mass of the reptile easily ripped the thin strings. Thomas focused on trying to keep the reptile still, he had two options whether to web the huge reptile or knock it out but before he could really decide Thomas was pinned down, the creature gripping his wrist, putting pressure on is web shooters that were about to shatter if he didn't act fast. With all his strength he kicked the reptile off him causing the creature to crash against the wall, Thomas groaned as it still managed to gash his chest, ripping his suit, he didn't have time to think about the rip on his suit as he uses his webs to swing at the reptile, a hard hit but not enough to knock it out.
"Puny spider, you know nothing about the truth of this cruel city, Parker." The reptile spoke deeply as it hissed at Thomas, managing to grab his neck and keeping him in a chokehold with it's big claws and crashing it against the wall, Thomas choked out a pained grunt as he claws at the hand, his web fluid starting to run out as he launches quick webs to buy him some time.
"this city might be cruel but.. you can't just hurt the innocent.. people in it!" Thomas breathlessly protested as the strings that held them both from falling into the rapid moving drainage water snapped causing both of them to fall in, swimming in the murky water. Thomas held his breath trying to look for a way out but he has almost forgotten he was fighting a reptile, able to swim easily in waters like these. He used his lean figure to his advantage as he barely got through a smaller drainage path to escape the big reptile, scarcely reaching for the boy's leg but missing it by a second.
Thomas swam through until he was spit out by the drainage into a dry zone, gasping for air he heaved as he sat up, gashed and bruised by the fight. He pulled off his mask, deeply sighing as he thought about what the reptile said, as much as he hated to admit it he knew who it was, one of the more lesser known scientist he had met before when he was still a sophmore, he was one of the disabled scientist that wanted to cure and help those who wanted to be normal like everyone else. He shook his head, groaning as he stood up to swing out and patch himself up on his usual post on that rooftop.
After a few painful swings around with his wounds he landed roughly on the roof, stumbling almost at the edge of it. He glances at the city then at the familiar window he would always look at, he saw the small lamp he knew all too well still lit up at this late hour, Micro must have gotten home after he left the library. He knew Micro would probably freak out seeing him like this but he needed to feel the solace of his presence again after he had almost gotten himself seriously hurt.
He just needed Micro.
Micro tied his hair up to pull another all nighter, being able to study more late at night when his family is asleep, unable to disturb him. Before he could even pick up his pen he heard a soft knock outside his window, it was dark and he wondered what could have possibly be knocking on his window so he reluctantly turned, it was that familiar figure he still vaguely remembered that night. He curiously moved closer until the slouched figure became more and more clear, was that..
..Spiderman?
The white haired boy tilted his head in confusion before he realized that the figure was injured, gashes all around his body. He ultimately decided to let him in, Micro cautiously helped the figure onto his chair, bloodied and bruised. Micro quietly walked to his bathroom to get some supplies, coming back to the figure who was slumped on his chair, most likely in pain as he heard the quiet pained breaths.
"Surprised to see Spiderman himself needing to be patched up by someone like me." Micro joked softly as he leaned close to him, carefully cleaning the gashes with cotton. He heard a sharp hiss from the man.
"A night owl like you is the only person awake to patch me up at this hour.." The man murmured which made Micro look up, that voice sounded a little too familiar. He leaned closer to the man, face to face with him as he pinned him between his body and the chair.
"Thomas?" He knew it couldn't be anyone else, Thomas always called Micro a night owl ever since they bickered about his sleep schedule. The man in the suit looked up in surprise before taking his mask off, his face battered after the fight from earlier, an awkward smile on his face.
"I really can't fool you can I?" Thomas chuckled as he locked eyes with Micro, a cheeky scoff slipping past his lips as he looks at Micro's lips. Micro shook his head but eyebrows connecting in concern as he looked at Thomas' wounds.
"Jesus you're beat.." Micro huffed before he damps more cleaning alcohol, causing Thomas to curse under his breath, leaning his head back on the chair.
"Fuck.." Thomas whispered as he pursed his lips. Micro leaned back slightly now as he turned to grab some bandages from his supplies.
"Might need to take your suit off for this." Micro examined as he gently caresses the wound.
"Woah, take me out to dinner first, Micro.." The white haired boy rolled his eyes at Thomas' banter.
"Thomas I'm serious or else I'm taking off that suit myself." Thomas flushed slightly before nodding, Micro felt his own cheek heat up but shook his head before he could lose focus on patching Thomas up.
Thomas lifted the top half of his suit off, shyly averting his gaze now that he was topless infront of Micro, his cheeks flushing up to his ear. Micro's hands gently wrap the gauze around Thomas's gashed chest, touching the soft skin of his lean figure making Thomas shiver slightly. Micro felt the tensing muscles, scoffing as he looked at Thomas' flushed cheeks, smiling gently at him before playfully blowing at Thomas' face.
Micro finished patching Thomas up, who was sitting there flushed as a tomato after being gently taken care of his own crush, before Micro could walk back to his bathroom to put back his supplies Thomas spun his chair around, launching a string that caught Micro's waist, pulling him back onto his lap, Micro let out a small yelp as he was now suddenly on Thomas' lap, the brown haired boy wrapping his arms around Micro's soft waist as he looked up at him pleadingly.
"Stay.." Thomas whispered looking at Micro's rosy cheeks, straddling his hips as his hands gripped Thomas' shoulders. Micro pursed his lips as he felt his body heat up and melt against Thomas, he let out a soft breath as Thomas leaned up closer to his face, almost teasing him. Suddenly the tension in the room rose as Thomas tenderly placed his lips on the pale skinned boy's collarbone, not kissing it but simply placing it there.
He teased Micro further by letting his hands caress small cresents on his hips, Micro's body shuddered, his mind refusing to work as his eyes locked onto Thomas' puppy eyed mischief.
"Thanks for patching me up.. I should take you out as a reward hm?" Thomas mumbled before pulling away from Micro, waiting for a response.
"What a way to ask me out huh, I bet you're liking the view from down there." Micro attempted to tease before he gets pulled down closer, his heart beating faster and faster, Thomas now close enough to feel Micro's warm breath on him.
"Yeah and I think I know what I can do to sweeten my offer."
Thomas' gaze dropped to the Micro's lips before moving in to close the distance, their lips now on eachother, moving against eachother. Micro kissed back slowly while Thomas was messy, desperate for Micro's lips, their bodies shifted now Thomas now leaning more back on the chair and letting Micro lean forward against his chest as they kissed. Thomas' tongue glided against the line of Micro's lips, silently pleading for entrance before he was granted his desperate desire as Micro's lips parted. Micro quietly let out a soft sigh feeling Thomas explore the inside of his mouth, Thomas' hands exploring his dear Micro's body before Micro grabbed his hands, pinning them above his head on the chair's headrest, deepening the kiss.
They both knew they were running out of breath but they just couldn't get themselves to stop, getting addicted to eachother's taste. Micro knew they should catch their breaths, biting down on Thomas' lips, causing him to gasp for air in pain.
"Ow.." Thomas whimpered as he felt the sting of Micro's bite on his lips yet he absolutely loved feeling the sting, a deep chuckle escaping his lips. He stared deeply into Micro's eyes drinking in his features like this was the last time he would ever see them upclose.
Micro quietly scoffed, looking at Thomas' pathetic eye observing his. He ruffles the brown strands on the brunette boy's head, letting him catch his breath.
"Never thought I would be webbed into a make out session.." Micro shook his head, playfully teasing Thomas before he gets pulled closer, Thomas burying his head onto the crook of Micro's neck.
"Mm.. Tired.." Thomas quietly mumbled against Micro, inhaling the familiar scent of him. Micro scoffed as he patted Thomas' head, helping him onto his bed.
They both eventually cuddled to sleep, Micro cradling Thomas in his arms, gently brush the tangles out his hair as he gently held him, not wanting to reopen any of the wounds he patched up. Thomas snuggled close despite that as he wrapped his arms around Micro's waist.
The two bodies tangled in eachother seeked the warmth only they could provide for eachother, no space in between them as if they just wanted to chain themselves to eachother forever.
Who knew the city's hero— Spiderman was just a boy with a pathetic and needy crush.