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If it was one thing Peter Parker absolutely hated it was 1, keeping his identity a secret because it was just that hard and, 2, his roommate, Johnny Storm who also happened to be Human Torch who also really didn’t have to keep his identity secret.
It wasn’t fair.
College was something Peter vowed he would take seriously, to his mom, to his friends, even to his ex girlfriends Marie Jane and Felicia Hardy.
The only thing was it was quite difficult to balance work, being a superhero, and having to deal with a cocky roommate who liked to set things on fire for fun.
Now on the topic of Mj and Felicia, the only reason he broke up with either of them was because he just couldn’t figure himself out.
Sure, he had loved Mj since highschool. Dated her, kissed her, did other things he dares not to mention, and their relationship just was that serious. Peter wont be the one to say he fell out of love with her, but if somebody asked he wouldn’t outright deny it.
Peter broke up with her because he just felt like it wasn’t working anymore, and Mj agreed. So Peter moved on with his life and moved on to a small fling with Black cat.
Their relationship wasn’t serious at all. All they ever did was have sex and occasionally make out. The day Peter decided to make it official was also the same day he cut ties with her. Peter was Spider-Man, Felicia just did too much crime and he couldn’t keep up with it. He convinced her it was because he was going to college.
Now that he was in college, he somehow wished he never got accepted or even applied.
Right now Peter was utterly failing his classes. Every crime call he got he took on, then he had to make up for all his work by cramming them into his schedule and pulling all nighters.
Right now Peter was hunched over a load of work, his glasses hanging off of his nose and a mug of coffee next to him on the table.
It was late, it was around 2 am and Johnny was busy snoring as loud as possible to annoy Peter.
Peter softly tapped his pencil against his papers and sighed. He wanted to give up. He took off his glasses and rested his head on the table for what seemed like only a minute.
He felt Johnnys hand resting on his shoulder, and a small warmth coming from it. Peter slowly blinked, he sat up, and flicked Johnnys hand away.
“Will you stop trying to set me on fire?” Peter murmured, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
“Was not,” Johnny said, taking a seat on Peters work desk, toying with some of the scattered pens. “Take a rest, you’ve been overworking yourself.”
Peter narrowed his eyes at him. “What do you know about overworking? You don’t even work at all!” Johnny shrugged. “All I know is that you have that look in your eye like your about to kill me,”
“I am.”
“I know.”
They say in silence for a minute. Johnny with his big blue, innocent eyes staring at Peter and Peter with his narrowing brown eyes glaring back at Johnny.
“Get off my desk.” Peter mumbled, tugging at Johnnys pajama pant leg.
“Fine, but get some rest unless you’re seriously going to die.” Johnny got up off Peters desk, but not before knocking down practically everything on top. Peter let out a low grown, flicking Johnny as he walked past him right behind the ear.
Peter sighed, picking up his work and continuing what needed to be finished despite Johnnys insistence on sleeping.
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Peter jolted awake, his glasses were askew on his face, and spit dribbled down his chin like a bad omen. He quickly wiped it with the back of his hand, checked the time and internally panicked. How was it already 12? It was lunch which meant he already missed half of his classes.
Just then the door swung open, and Johnny walked in with a bag of food from some burger joint Peter recognized from down the street.
Johnny stood by the door, sipping on some soda before laughing like he had seen the funniest thing since seeing Peter half ass naked.
“Oh man, did you just wake up? I told you to go to bed last night and now you look like you got hit by a bus!” He doubled over in laughter, clutching his stomach and walking over to his bed. He set down his food and drink before bursting out into a fit of giggles.
“Shut up!” Peter murmured, throwing some pillow at Johnny that was on the floor. Johnny caught the pillow, sticking his tongue at Peter. “Here,” Johnny said, tossing a burger at Peter. Peter narrowly caught it, but once he did he looked at Johnny septically.
“Figured you would be hungry for when you woke up. Saw you still sleeping this morning but you were too cute so I let you sleep.” He shrugged like it was no big deal, taking another sip of his soda again.
Peter stared at him, processing his words.
“You let me sleep?! I missed half my classes cause of you!”
Peter groaned, forgetting about the burger. “I have to go get my work from the classes,” Peter said, standing up trying to get himself together so he didn’t look like a rotting corpse. “Ah,” Johnny tutted, pulling some papers out of his bag.
“I dropped by your classes, got em for you.”
Peter breathed a sigh of relief, taking the pages and putting them on his work desk. He sat back down, staring at Johnny like he was contemplating his life.
“Eat,” Johnny demanded. “I didn’t spend that money on that damn burger for you to stare at me like I grew a second head, so eat.”
Peter sighed but he unwrapped the burger, taking an ungrateful bite.
“Good boy,” Johnny murmured, a smirk present on his face.
Peter practically chocked on the lump of meat in his throat. “Don’t say that!”
“Why?” Johnny teased, lying on his back staring at the ceiling.
“It’s weird,” Peter replied, looking at literally anything but Johnny.
Johnny stared at Peter. He didn’t blink for a minute, and it was starting to get a bit creepy.
“I could just burn off your clothes,” Johnny remarked in a sultry whisper, almost like he really meant it, like he was considering it.
“Shut up!” Peter threw the half eaten burger at Johnny, getting up and hiding in the restroom.
“I was joking!” Johnny yelled from outside, laughing gently, but it didn’t sound like a joke to Peter and he hated how much it affected him. Now he was practically aching. Peter looked down, noticing a hungry boner peeking through his pajama pants he didn’t change out of from the night before.
Peter didn’t know how much Johnnys words would affect him.
“Hey Pete,” Johnny said from outside the door.
Peter didn’t dare answer.
“You’re a good boy… you really are. You listen to me all the time.” He murmured.
Peter was inside the bathroom having a midlife crisis. His penis twitched wildly, and he was practically leaking all over the floor. It was starting to hurt, how badly he wanted to touch himself. He arched his back, trying to keep the pain at bay.
“Pete,” Johnny mumbled, his voice silky and soft, almost fluid.
“Did I embarrass you? Now you won’t come out.” Johnny sighed softly, but he also laughed, pleased with embarassing him. “Cute,”
Peter couldn’t take it. He silently slipped his hands into the waistband of his pants and past his boxers, grabbing hold of his aching penis. He slowly stroked, wet obscene sounds coming from the action he hoped Johnny couldn’t hear.
Only Johnny could hear it.
At first, it shocked Johnny, and then it intrigued him. How far could he go? How far could he control Peter?
“Peter,” Johnny softly whimpered, listening to the sounds of Peter getting off. “Are you gunna talk?” Johnny knew the answer but he asked anyway.
“That’s a shame, I wanted to hear your pretty voice,”
Peter whimpered softly at Johnny saying his voice was pretty and sped up his movements. He gently played with his tip, swiping his finger over it and letting out a low hiss at the stimulation.
Those noises gave Johnny a boner. Johnny slowly rutted his hips against the mattress, something he barely even expected himself. He felt the friction and it practically made him dizzy. He was leaking a bit onto the bed, but he didn’t care. He rutted faster, listening to the sounds of Peter slamming his fist against his cock.
Johnny got sick of his dick being in his pants, the friction wasnt enough. He pulled his hard, wet cock out, and started rutting against the bed faster like a dog in heat.
He gently whimpered, and covered his mouth. Both Peter and Johnny knew what the other was doing, but the never dared to reveal it.
Johnny came when Peter did. Johnnys cum came out in thick ropes, coating the sheet on his bed in sticky residue.
Peter coated himself in his juice, arching his back beautifully and brokenly muttering Johnnys name.
Johnny lied on the bed for a while, feeling the aftershocks and effects of cumming without his hands on his cock.
Then he realized what he had done. He scrambled up, pulling his pants back onto his body and practically ripping the sheets off the mattress. He threw them into the washing machine.
“I’m going back to class Pete!” he called out. “And I spilled some sauce on the sheets, I’m washing them too!” He silently thought his lie was good enough, then he rushed out the room and down the hall.
Peter was still in the bathroom, staring down at the hardening coat of cum on his lower stomach. He almost immediately regretted what he had done, even if Johnny had done it too.
Peter wasn’t gay, at least he wasn’t supposed to be.