Miguel O’Hara. The man who thinks that he is in charge of the Arachnoid Humanoid Poly-Multiverse. The man who is so fucking easy to hate because he doesn’t let anyone in. Gorgeous dark swept back d hair and stunning chocolate brown eyes.
God, Damn it. Peter B. Parker had a problem. The problem wasn’t that he was gay. No, the problem is that he was absolutely obsessively infatuated with Miguel O’Hara and there was nothing to stop this. It all started when he invited him to join the team to help save the multiverse a few years ago. He has known Miguel for quite a while now ad has picked up small details of his. For example, how he likes his coffee or what type of empanadas he likes.
He had long accepted that he, Peter B. Parker, was in love with Miguel O’Hara. The problem was how he would get over this unrequited love. He couldn’t get over him like he did with MJ. Another problem was that Miguel was standing five feet away and heading towards the printer to pick up something from the coffee room. And suddenly everyone seemed busy when Miguel entered the room or seemed to have better things to do elsewhere. Most were frightened by Miguel but not Peter. Peter felt his knees go weak as he waited for his coffee to brew.
The office lights were bouncing off his tight suit that emphasized every curve and every muscle on his lean strong body. His shiny hair bouncing with every step he took. Peter must have been staring for too long because the next thing he knew, Miguel was staring at him back.
“Alright there, Parker?” He sneered, grabbing the last donut off the counter.
“Quite well, thank you for asking,” Peter chirped before taking the donut from Miguels hand and into his mouth leaning against the counter.
“Coño, might I ask why were you staring?” Miguel asked standing over the printer dusting his fingers off from where the donut used to be, a smirk spreading like butter across his lips.
“Miguel, contrary to what you might think, not everyone is thinking of you at all times,” Peter replied putting the last of the donut into his mouth.
Miguel snorted at his response, “Aww, is poor Peter B. Parker projecting his problems?”
“Fuck you, Miguel.” Peter said opening a sugar packet and dumping it into his coffee before taking a sip.
Miguel walked over from the printer and towards Peter, he looked at Peter dead in the eye before whispering in his ear and shrugging, “I would prefer it the other way around, but anything for you mi cariño.”
Peter gaped at him for a second, before Miguel turned around and through a wink to him.
“You know where to find me if you’re interested,” He called back as he exited the coffee room. “Oh and peter, I love you too.”