You Say You Don't Know
Peter barges into Miguel’s office, completely ignoring his knowledge of common courtesy. He notices Miguel, like usual he is deep in his own thoughts, ignorant of the world around him, Peter snuck up on him to scare him but right before he could grab his shoulders Miguel bucked his hips up, shocked, thinking that Miguel was having a seizure, Peter spun him around in his office chair, and held his shoulders, immediately snapping Miguel out of his trance.
“Peter! You should have used the buzzer or at least knocked!!” Miguel growled, obviously not too happy about being pulled out of his deep pondering. “I thought you where having a seizure! You where practically humping the air!” Peter stated, happy that Miguel wasn’t in pain or anything. “Either you where having a seizure or you where having a very erotic daydream.” Peter joked, Miguel being the impatient asshole he was, did not enjoy the humor. “Quit joking Parker, I was thinking..” Miguel muttered. “Well your thoughts got physical, what where you even thinking about?” Peter interrogated. “It was nothing Peter, just thinking about work okay? It’s nothing serious!” Miguel snapped, hoping it would shut Peter up but to no prevail. “Does your work usually get you stiff as a log?” Peter questioned, Miguel looked at him confused before looking down at his lap where there was a obvious problem, he was semi-hard.
“I do not have an erection! My suit must be glitching!!” Miguel barked, an embarrassing blush brushing over his cheeks. “Relax Miguel I’m joking, I’m joking!” Peter laughs before walking over to the other side of his desk, taking a look at all the loose papers on the desk. “God you need to clean up dude..” Peter snickered, sliding the papers around until his eyes settled on some papers, semi-see-through splotches on the bottom of the sheets. “Hmm.. What’s this..?” Peter paused, picking up the oddly sticky papers. “Don’t touch those! They’re confidential!!” Miguel snapped, snatching the papers out of Peters hand, the delicate see-through splotches ripping, of course they’d be delicate, Miguel had came on them a few days ago, he hadn’t thrown them away, how stupid he felt for not disposing of them.
“Don’t touch what isn’t yours!” Miguel hissed angrily, his stomach swirling nervously, fearing that Peter knew what was going on. “Miguel you’ve been really off lately, is something wrong?” Peter asked wholesomely, but somehow his worry just pissed Miguel off. “There’s nothing wrong Parker just shut it..” Miguel growled. “C’mon Miggy, I left Mayday with a babysitter today just like you asked, so we could hang out! I’m asking how you’ve been!” Peter states, feeling a little hurt at how Miguel shut him down.
“I said shut up Parker” Miguel berates, getting up and shoving Peter against his desk, knocking multiple papers, books and pens onto the floor.