a helping hand
Pavitr wasn’t doing the best, unsurprisingly. He was stressed and worried about this whole situation with Miguel, well, was it really a situation? The next time Pavitr saw the man he acted like nothing happened, he was his usual semi-cordial self, he wasn’t any kinder or meaner. He was just the same and it was driving the younger insane, he even began to wonder if it even happened after a few days.
Though the healed over bitemark on his neck said much different, even with such incriminating evidence he couldn’t bring himself to tell anyone- or confront Miguel. If Pavitr told anyone and showed his neck they’d take his side, or would they? That was another thing that made the teen worry, if he even tried to tell anyone would they even believe him? Miguel was a good person despite this, or he was just really good at pretending to be.
The worry and paranoia was causing him to lose sleep, miss work in class, forget his homework, almost anything and everything was falling apart little by little while Miguel was able to continue running spider HQ with surely no repercussions. As the days passed by it was starting to weigh down on Pavitr, he was clumsy when he should’ve been on high alert, thank goodness for his spider senses or things would’ve been even harder.
It was affecting him enough for Gwen to notice, so the next time they were in the same semi-private area in spider HQ she slipped her mask off and tapped Pavitr’s shoulder, “Hey Pav,” the teen snaps out of his thoughts, probably spaced out again, he’s been doing that a lot more too. “Yeah?” Pavitr hums, looking over to gwen while absentmindedly tracing his fingers over where she touched, ending up just tracing over where he knew the scar was under his suit. “Are you okay? You’ve been kinda off.” Gwen says seriously, but caring, but again pavitr knew he couldn’t really tell her anything.
“Whaat? you’re kidding,” “I’m serious Pavitr, what’s going on?” “Nothing! geez, i had a few off days is all, but it’s over and I’m gonna get back on my grind so don’t worry kay? Have a cup of chai it’ll help calm you down.” Already Pavitr was walking away, giving Gwen a dismissive wave as he chuckled. But as soon as he found the closest bathroom he practically ripped the door open and hid within it, locking the door and stepping back until he bumped into the wall. His vision blurs under his mask, but he keeps it on, he felt less exposed that way.
He almost felt like Miguel couldn’t stare him down like he had before when he took his mask.. The thought makes tears finally soak into the fabric as his hands shake, it was so wrong what Miguel had done.. He did what monsters do, yet Pavitr couldn’t find it within himself to think he really was one. In the midst of his thoughts he feels like his chest is closing up, he’s forgetting to breath but he won’t let up, only thinking about what other horrible things Miguel really could be doing behind closed doors.
Pavitr swore he was still there, still in his arms, still full and— “Hey up.” a voice through the door hums, Pavitr knows it’s Hobie, he sniffles and rubs the outside of his mask quickly trying to get rid of the tear stains. “one sec,” He says shakily as he walks to the counter, grabbing some tissues and using it to blot what he could off his mask. As he tosses the tissues into the garbage the door opens, it makes the teen jump slightly before looking back at him. “I said give me a minute, I had it locked for a reason.” He huffs softly but ultimately decided not to be mad about it, Hobie was just like that.
“I heard, was like a box of toys in here.” He says, closing the door behind him for privacy. “Right, well what’s up.” He asks after sitting on the counter, jokingly patting the spot next to him for Pavitr. And even though he’s teasing, he sits down beside him, looking down at his lap. “Nothing, Gwen didn’t come talk to you did she?” He asks, a little annoyed she wouldn’t just drop it.
“Yeah well it’s from a good place, you have been pretty off recently y’know, what’s got you scotch mist.” “Nothing,” “You know it’s not nothing.” “I don’t.. want to talk about it.” Pavitr admits, he wanted to but he also didn’t, he was so torn between babbling out every little detail to anyone that would listen or taking it to his grave. “So it’s bad then.” Hobie nods, he knows how Pavitr works, if he’s frustrated or misunderstood enough he spills everything, he knows it’s coming.
“No! it’s not- I just don’t think it’s important, it’s not— bad, it’s.. well it’s bad but it’s not-“ “if it’s bad it’s important.” He interjects, he fully expects Pavitr to just say it and then things can go back to normal, teenagers always take things way out of proportion. But he’s surprised when Pavitr’s shoulders begin to tremble, he’s quiet and won’t look at him- the teen even scoots away just a little.
When he begins to actually cry Hobie closes the space between them, pulling the other back by his side and rubbing his arm, but he’d be lying if he thought Pavitr wasn’t cute when he cried. “You can tell me Pav, you know that yeah?” He says softly, he really was curious about what was bothering his friend so much. After a minute of sniffling and finally pulling his mask off Pavitr speaks, “You.. you promise you won’t tell anyone?” Fuck it’s bad, he knows it’s bad. “Cross my heart and hope to die.” The older nods, “well..” Pavitr looks down, he can’t look at Hobie while he says it. “About- uh, a week ago.. Miguel said he wanted me to come by so we could talk about some things.” He begins, fingers lightly tapping against his thigh.
“And when I got there he was mad about something, I- I don’t know what.. but he said i wasn’t taking being spider-man seriously, but I was- I do!” Pavitr’s voice raises, although shaky. Hobie continued to rub his arm while he calmed down, “It’s okay, I’m still listening.” If anything he had to know, if Pavitr couldn’t spit it out then he’d talk to Miguel himself and figure out what he did, but he had an idea.
“When I said that it made him mad, he said it wasn’t easy and being spider-man was more than feeding dogs and.. helping the community, but when I tried to defend myself he started backing me into a wall. He slammed his hand into the wall beside my head and he told m- me I had to learn what being spider-man is,” This piques Hobie’s interest. He hides his excitement and curiosity with an understanding nod, “What did he do next Pav..?” He whispers, his had had slowly trailed from his shoulder to his elbow, still wrapped around his arm.
“He said even if he had to do it himself.” Jackpot, it’s everything Hobie could’ve dreamed of, but he was already envious, whatever he did was bad enough for Pavitr to still be deeply disturbed and scared. It was bad enough for Miguel to always be on his mind, Hobie didn’t think he’s ever been so jealous. The perfect kid comes along after years of hard work and right before he’s about to strike the goods are tampered with? Hobie’s blood was almost boiling, but he’s also never been this hard either.
“What then.. just keep going okay I promise I’m listening.” He mutters, “He pushed me against the wall and I hit my head, then he grabbed my hair and held it really tightly.” Pavitr’s sniffling again, tapping his thigh quicker before Hobie took ahold of his hand, he smoothed his thumb over his knuckles, admiring how soft they felt. “It’s okay, you’re safe with me.. No one’s gonna get you when you’re with me,” He promises.
That’s what it takes to calm down the younger, “Then he started to lick my mouth after he took off my mask, he forced my mouth o- open and he was just.. licking, and, sucking on the inside, my tongue, he was licking my teeth.” he says shamefully, Hobie takes the chance to readjust himself, he was already getting harder.
What he would’ve given to play hero and protect Pavitr, or maybe join in, he wasn’t sure if he could control himself around such a sight. “And he started to rip my suit, he was dragging his claws all over me to cut it while he pokes my lips with his fangs- I thought he was going to paralyze me then..” ‘Then?’ he thought, that meant Miguel might’ve paralyzed him, god he hoped that was the case.
“He said I had no idea what he’s lost and that I- I was a stupid fucking kid. I don’t know why but he asked if I even knew how to kiss?” the confusion in Pavitr’s voice was nothing less than adorable, Hobie was almost straining in his jeans. But he holds pavitr closer, gently placing his free hand under his knees and placing them over his own so they were even closer. Despite his discomfort he still leaned into his touch, wanting to show he was thankful for his efforts, even if he didn’t want to be touched.
“He made me answer him and I was scared so I said no— but then he held my jaw and kissed me, he put his tongue in my mouth again and I was too scared to move so he did it more,” he sighs as Hobie wipes a stray tear from his cheek. “I’m so sorry.. Did he stop?” Pavitr shook his head and rested it on Hobie’s shoulder, “I asked him if we were done but he said no, then, then when I tried to ask him to stop he said someone would hear if they were close so I stopped talking. I didn’t want him to do it but i was so scared off- of someone seeing me like that,” He weeps into his jacket.
“I know.. I know Pav,” he mutters, it helps sooth the teen enough to continue. “He said I was going to stay still because if I could l- learn how to kiss I could do this..” The good part was coming, Hobie couldn’t wait to hear what it was. “Mhm, and then..?” “He lifted me up with one arm and started ripping the rest of my suit off.. He cut my abdomen too, but he said if I stayed quiet he wouldn’t u- use them on me..” He shifts in discomfort, not liking the warm feeling in his abdomen- he had ignored it every time he felt that way hoping it’d just go away, he knew what he was feeling but he was too ashamed.
“Then he ripped my boxers off too.. He held my legs open and- he just stared at m- my.. y’know,” he sniffles. Hobie’s practically throbbing, thanking god that Pavitr hadn’t noticed yet. “But then he started touching it.. he- he spread it—“ “He spread what..?” For a moment Pavitr looks terrified, looking up at Hobie with the prettiest worry filled eyes he’s ever seen. “In case he really hurt you.. You know i’m not like that pav, I’d never hurt you, but if you can’t go to someone else to check you can at least let me.. I won’t hurt you.” that seemed to make sense to pavitr, he took a few deep breaths to gain his composure before continuing.
“He spread my.. uhm,” “your cunt?” Through a few more sniffles he nodded, “And he started to rub me.. Between my legs, it’s really sensitive because of the testosterone— it shouldn’t have felt good.. I didn’t want it to, I felt so much and everything was- was wet. I don’t know why Miguel was doing th- that, but I kept my mouth covered because I didn’t want anyone to see my.. my cunt.” Pavitr whispers the last part, too ashamed to say it out loud.
“That must’ve been so hard, cmere.” Without giving Pavitr a chance to respond he pulls the other up onto his lap fully, arms wrapped around him while he leaned back against the wall. And even though his stomach twisting in fear, Pavitr holds onto him, knowing he was just doing what he could. “What then.” “He didn’t stop until I could barely stay quiet, I- I was almost screaming and crying into my hands.. But then he,” he pauses, “He wiped up the blood from my abdomen and used it to wet his fingers wetter and- and he put them inside me.” He whispers, his legs slightly pressing together because of the warm feeling, he wasn’t even sure why he felt this way- he hated every second of it but every single time it crossed his mind his boxers were soaked and the feelings wouldn’t stop until he took a freezing cold shower.
“How many..?” Pavitr assumes it’s because Hobie needs to know so he can assess the possible damage. “Three, he put three inside me and moved them around. in- in and out, until he got bored.. and he kept rubbing me too..” “your clit?” “y- yes..” Pavitr’s almost sobbing again, so the older takes a moment to cup the boy’s face and properly wipe his tears, admiring how pretty he looked with red eyes and crying.
“You’re doing so good, just finish telling me okay? then I can check to see if there’s any damage and we can go from there.” He reassures, wanting to push his limits so he pressed a kiss to the teen’s forehead. And surprisingly he doesn’t flinch or squirm away, “I asked him if we were going to do it and he said yes, I said it wouldn’t fit and he said he’d make it fit.” Hobie could almost cum, the mental image of Pavitr so scared of being ripped or split in half must’ve been perfect.
“He made me hold myself up on the w- wall while he rubbed it against me..” “rubbed what?” “h- uh,” “His cock?” he nods, “He’d slap between my legs with- with it.. and he just kept rubbing too until he was.. ready. He didn’t give me any warning either, it felt really weird and it hurt too- and he grabbed my thigh so I’d take more, it really hurt Hobie..” Pavitr whimpers, “Then we really should check you Pav.. you wanna keep telling me while I check?” Hobie suggests, and to his delight the other nods.
He takes a moment to get off the counter, turning around and gently placing Pavitr on the counter with his hips pulled to the end. As Hobie began to undo his suit and remove his pants the teen tried not to cry any harder, “He pulled back and I thought he was going to stop… But he just- he just slammed back into me really hard, I was crying but he didn’t stop, he started rubbing me again and when I stopped being so loud he did it again. He was holding my hips really hard and his claws kept poking my sides.” Hobie nods, helping the teen out of his suit completely. His prayers were answered when he saw the scarred over bitemark on pavitr’s shoulder.
Pavitr feels so exposed and scared but he knew Hobie was just checking him for anything wrong, “He was so rough I couldn’t hold onto the wall, I could barely move. He held me so tightly, my legs were on his shoulders.. I don’t really remember the other parts, un- until he made me uhm, pee.” The look on Pavitr’s face is priceless, he’s frowning and his eyes look so sad, he looks so ashamed.. Like it’s his fault he felt that way, “Pee?” “Y- yeah. I know it’s gross, you don’t have to touch me-“ “I will. I don’t think you’re dirty Pavitr,” Hobie promises, taking the chance to finally hook his fingers under the hand of the teen’s boxers and pulling them off.
It’s quick and scares the younger, but it’s not like He’ll do anything, Hobie’s sure of that now. “It’s okay, it’s just me. keep going.” It sounds like a command, so he listens. “He pushed my head back and bit my neck..” “Did he cum inside you?” Pavitr sniffles but nods, looking away as Hobie gently spreads his legs. This was better than what he expected, Miguel really bit pavitr? The sweetest kid out of the group? It was so fucking evil but he loved it, “I’m gonna have to touch you to check. but I’ll be gentle,” he warns.
Then Hobie does touch him, but it feels different than when Miguel did it. Pavitr isn’t really sure what’s so different at first, but after a few moments he realizes Hobie isn’t just jamming his fingers within him, he’s oh so gently spreading his cunt and checking for any damage. It almost felt nice, it felt nice enough for Hobie to notice, he held back a smile from how wet pavitr was..
He wondered if he was this soaked for Miguel, he even felt a little proud of himself, “I- i’m sorry-“ “It’s okay baby, it’s good you’re wet.” Those words sound so indecent, it makes Pavitr’s stomach flutter but he knows that’s wrong. “There’s somethin’ else i gotta do, i gotta make sure he didn’t mess up your nerves when he fucked you. Tell me if it hurts,” is all he says before gently starting to rub his clit. His finger goes in slow circles, barely pushing back the foreskin to avoid overstimulating Pavitr, “h- hh..” He pants.
He didn’t want him to keep doing it, he wanted his boxers and suit back on. But Hobie told him to speak if it hurt, it didn’t, so he stayed quiet, his pants turned into whines as he continued to rub his clit. He thought maybe Hobie would stop, when he squirms he lets up- finally pulling his finger away from his clit and helping him sit up, he really didn’t like how exposed he felt compared to the other.
“Did that feel good..? it didn’t hurt?” He asks, he knew it did, he just wanted pavitr to say it. “y- yeah… it didn’t hurt, I just feel warm now— can you get me some water?” Pavitr whispers as his thighs press together, “You’ll feel better if I finish you off, you’re only gonna feel worse if you leave it.” He explains, it was his fault entirely but he was desperate to have his hands on Pavitr, he was leaking in his boxers from how fucking cute he was.
“I- I don’t.. know if i can,” “I’ll do all the work.. then i’ll get you dressed and we’ll get you some water.” He says, so Pav stays quiet as Hobie has him lean back a little with his legs spread. “I won’t make it hurt like he did, but you might need to help me too okay?” Pavitr’s stomach sunk, maybe he was overreacting. Hobie was nothing like Miguel, he was explaining everything he did and even if he was moving too fast he was still good.
Pavitr drilled that into himself as he started to undo his own jeans, even with them pushed down a little he could still see how hard he really was. He also saw the piercings, he had so many.. he tried not to stare “It’s gonna feel good I promise. I won’t fuck you,” That’s what seemed to comfort and calm him down a little. He needed more than anything to take this slow, he wanted Pavitr to want it first. “Okay,” the boy nods despite looking so worried.
He relaxes as his thighs are held together before feeling Hobie’s cock slide through them, resting against his cunt. He slowly moves his hips, letting Pav get used to the feeling, he doesn’t want it but it doesn’t hurt- so it’s fine..? As long as it didn’t hurt the same way before he couldn’t care if Hobie was doing something bad, after a few minutes of gently rubbing against him it still feels… good, he’s at least wet enough for Hobie to properly fuck his thighs, his thrusts quicken but he’s still gentle enough.
It actually feels nice, Hobie looks handsome panting and gripping his thighs above him. Pavitr never really had thoughts like this about others, especially someone ten years older than him.. This was wrong and he should stop him, but for the first time since Miguel raped him he felt relaxed and even a little at ease.
The boy’s eyes fluttered shut as he relaxed against the wall, pressing his thighs just a little tighter so he felt his cock better, he had that warm feeling in his stomach again- but he kinda wanted it this time, he felt even wetter between his legs. When his eyes open he sees how focused Hobie is, his brows are knit together while his hands grip at his lower thighs- holding them a little tighter while he tries to finish, Pavitr’s adorable below him, face flushed and eyes barely open.
Miguel wouldn’t see him like this, he couldn’t appreciate slowly taking apart Pav like he could. “h- hah- fuck.. you feel that? you’re so wet,” he chuckles between huffs. He couldn’t wait to actually fuck him, it’d take time but it’d be so worth it, it’d be worth pavitr feeling he’s better off with him than miguel— he really did want the teen to think he had a choice. “You wanna cum?” he whispers, gently cupping Pavitr’s face as he rubs the head of his cock against the teen’s clit, earning a soft moan and desperate nod.
So he pushed his thighs up just a little so he was grinding harder against his cunt, as he begins to thrust again he feels fingers wrap around his wrist- pavitr lightly held onto it while he panted, he found it cute how desperate he was. With a few more sporadic thrusts he cums between the boy’s thighs, unable to help himself from the sight and noises he was making.
He came over his stomach and abdomen, some on his thighs and cunt too. But he wasn’t done, he takes a moment to slick his fingers with his and pavitr’s cum before spreading him open, “Just relax, it won’t hurt i promise baby.” he murmurs before gently sliding two fingers into him, he lightly curled them as he buried his face between his legs, for a second Pavitr tries to reach for his face- not sure why he was going between his legs after doing something so dirty.
He gasps loudly when he feels his tongue pressing against his clit, softly lapping at it as his fingers pumped deeper into the teen. “o- oh hh— hobie..!” He whines, his thighs squeezed against his head, his hips trying to buck up to match his movements. He practically melts against the counter when he feels Hobie’s tongue lap at his cunt, licking up his mess and softly kissing his clit as he added another finger.
“I- I think mnh, m’gonna cum..” Pavitr manages to whimper before his head rolled back, his brows furrowed as he bit his lip to stay quiet. Hobie curled his fingers, positioning his wrist so he was fucking him harder, it’s what made the younger cry out as he came, despite being noisy it didn’t seem to bother Hobie. He had much less of a reputation to keep, he was fine with people knowing he was fucking around the spider HQ, maybe it’d keep others away from Pav too.
The thought was nice enough to make him hum against his clit, giving a few more soft licks before pavitr began to kick his legs in overstimulation. He came to a slow stop fingering him, wanting to savour it as much as he could since he wasn’t sure when he’d be able to do this again, “That feel better baby?” The tired nod from the teen was more than enough to satisfy him.
After he caught his breath he allowed Hobie to clean the cum off his thighs and stomach, carefully helping him back into his boxers and suit too. The entire time he’s whispering soft words of praise to him, almost overwhelming him as he finally picked up his mask and helped him slip it back on. Already Pavitr seemed less tense, granted he looked exhausted- the sleepiness nights were finally catching up to him now that he wasn’t so pent up and paranoid.
So Hobie helps him walk out of the bathroom, but after a few moments he decides to just carry pav thrown over his shoulder- now ready to find some ice cold water for his closest friend. He wasn’t worried about Pavitr telling anyone else about this, he was better than Miguel, he gave him no reason to tell anyone else, it was how things should be. Even if he did assault Pav again he’d welcome him back with open arms, it was a cycle he was almost excited to happen.