Ever since they repaired the multiverse, everything seems to be on track; Miles from the 42 universe saved the father of Miles from the 1610 universe, thus breaking the canon event, and each node began to regenerate new canons; Miles from the 42 universe refused to join the Alliance, but Miles was invited back, along with the return of Gwen, Peter, Pavitr--
And Hobie Brown.
Which is kind of a surprise. Miles never thought Hobie as a conformist, or as a guy who enjoys teamwork--and to that Hobie simply shrugged his shoulder and said, "You know, since you guys are part of my band, I've got to look after you."
Putting all this aside, though, Miles' ready for his first mission, to protect the multiverse, fight some bad guys, prevent the good things from destroyed--
Just as Miles was ready to flex his muscles, Peter came and assigned him his first task -
"Hey kid--take good care of Mayday okay? Good I'm off--everything she need is in that bag! Thanks kid--I mean Miles!"
"What?? W-wait! Peter what is happening?"
Confused, Miles looked at the baby in his hand and then at Peter, who had disappeared before he had time to refuse Mayday's father, with his last words are:"Don't worry! I already called for help to back you up--you gonna be fine!!"
And here Miles is. Standing in the center of the lobby, with a baby in his hands.
That is...quite the surprise for his 18th birthday.
That's right. Miles' turning 18 today, and after he find an excuse to escape the party dad and mom are throwing for him, jump the multiverse and came to here, that's all he gets. A babysitting task.
That's alright...he's not complaining. He just expects things to be more...exciting. Like he wanted to go out there maybe take out some villains like Mysterio, Doctor Octopus.....
Mayday was climbing up to his head--she almost fell when she was reaching for Miles' shoulder, luckily Miles caught her just in time.
"A'right Peter Pan, looking like a pro. I'm starting to think you don't need any help."
"Hobie?"
Miles cannot believe it. He turned around and just in time to spot Hobie coming towards him，still carrying that guitar of his.
"What are you doing here? Why aren't you going with the other guys--wait, you can't be my backup, right?"
Miles watched incredulously as Hobie came toward him, taking Mayday from him in passing.
"I don't do backups. Just here to look after my gal."Hobie answered, "Plus I'm on my break. And why are you here, if I may ask? You got bored saving the multiverse?"
"No...it's just, I was gonna go with them but then, Peter just handed Mayday to me and I couldn't refuse...."
"Um-hm," Hobie nodded carelessly.
Miles watched as Hobie skillfully carried Mayday to the right place, making the little girl giggle:" Man how did you do it--like, I never thought you to be the--babysitter one."
"The baby and I hit it off."
Hobie sniffed a little:"Oops, I think the little one needs a diaper change. And this time I'm sure she's not protesting against the capitalist."
"I thought you're here to..help?" Miles looked with suspicion at the baby that had just been handed to him, while Hobie had again put his arm on Miles' shoulder :"Of course mate. And I thought you said you weren't a kid, so the best way to prove it might be taking care of a baby on your own."
Miles can't argue with that.
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Before he was assigned the task of babysitting Mayday, Miles thought the whole looking after kid thing would be easy.
It was NOT. Especially not when the baby got a web shooter.
Miles had lost Mayday three times by 5 p.m. today, found him on the ceiling twice, and once when he ran around in a panic for half an hour before finding the little girl on the guitar behind Hobbie, who was sitting lazily on the sidelines.
"Hobie please--don't move--I'll just--look out!!!"
Mayday is falling from the guitar. Miles shot his web but it was too late--fortunately Hobie grabbed Mayday by her knitted mask and held her back.
"I like it when you said please. Do it again?"
Hobie easily carried Mayday back while saying to Miles, "Just joking."
Miles breathed a sigh of relief. Just then, a tearing sensation came from the space aside, and the surrounding images became colorful; Peter and Gwen, and Miguel and others came out of the portal.
"Hey kid--Miles! I mean Miles, looking good--why Mayday's mask was painted black？”
Miles remembered. A day of babysitting was just too tiring for him - seriously, how could he have thought babysitting was going to be easier than saving the world at the very beginning?——anyway，he really needed to take a nap, so he begged, literally begged Hobie to just watch the kid for him for a little while--and by the time he woke up, Mayday and Hobie was sitting on the floor, painting her mask while giggling from time to time.
"Hmm...it's, heh heh, it's an...accident?"
Miles answered nervously. Peter takes his baby from Hobie, staring at Mayday's mask for a while:"Huh. I actually kind of like it."
Miles sighed with relief.
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It's been a long day. And after a whole day of babysitting Miles wanna do nothing but go back home, lying on his bed and having a good rest.
But it just...doesn't feel right. He means it is after all his 18th birthday, and turning 18 means he could do something--He should do something unusual.
Just as Miles was about to jump into the portal, someone pulled him over from behind:"Yo spider boy-- going home already?"
"Errr…yeah." Miles answered. He wondered what Hobie's gonna say.
"Pity. " Hobie shrugged his shoulder, but he still didn't let Miles go:"Thought you would like to have a laugh with the boys. Hanging out, messing around a little. But since you're heading home--"
"W-w-wait! " Miles' eyes lightened,"When you say having fun--"
"Knew you would come."
It was too late. Soon as Miles spilled out the first word of his answer, Hobie had dragged him over and headed for their destination.
Miles didn't know at the time that Hobie was taking him to a pub. But in another word even if he did know...he would still come with Hobie.
He just trusted Hobie too much to think for himself when they were together.
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And here they are. At the entrance to this little pub. Miles' never been to a place like that. His mom and dad are so gonna ground him, like at least 5 months.
They were stopped by the guard at the entrance. The security nodded at Hobie and let him in, but Miles was stopped.
"Sorry young man, I gotta see your id--huh, turning 18 today? Sorry man, wait for another three years then come back."
"Miles love! It's your 18th birthday?"
Hobie rushed to him and gave Miles the biggest hug. Miles felt like he was about to suffocated by Hobie's hug.
"'S a'right. We'll celebrate this for you else where."
Hobie indifferently pulled Miles over, then the next thing Miles knows is that, Hobie led him down a shady alley, over a wall and into the previous bar through a nondescript back door.
This night has already been fun.
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This place is quite different from what Miles thought it would be. He thought the bar would be noisy, cluttered and with a little, sticky feeling.
But this place is a lot better than he thought it would be. It was much cleaner, although the music's making him deaf, the crowd is not any quieter, this is still a brand new experience for Miles.
"You can't be drinking--at least not alcohol."
Hobie whistled and gestured in the direction of the bar, and then before Miles had time to look, the bartender had slid two cups over.
Hobie handed him a coke with ice, Miles didn't refuse. But then he suddenly realized something and looked at Hobie who's holding a liquor: "Wait then why are you drinking? I thought--"
"Yeah I know what you think, that I shouldn't be drinking either. " Hobie shrugged again, drank all the liquid in the glass in one gulp then asked for a second round:"But for me rules are meant to be broken."
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The band's on stage, and after three or four songs Miles started to feel dizzy. He was dancing casually with the crowd, and Hobie just wouldn't let go of his shoulder.
Miles turned around and found something.
"Dude did you just turned...pink-er?"
Myers was right. Hobie's entire body turned pink, and the color on him showed signs of continuing to deepen, even to the point of purple-red. Hobie still had one arm around Miles' neck and was now moving closer and closer to Miles："Well bloody hell I am! Let's have a party here!!"
Now Miles can be sure，"You're drunk."
"And you're pretty." Hobie answered.
Miles decided to take Hobie out of here first; he was a little dizzy, Hobie was drunk, and the people next to him seemed to be constantly pushing on him.
"Watch it." Hobie suddenly grabbed the guy who's constantly trying to lean close to Miles.His voice sounded dangerous and full of warning.
He glared at the guy while landing his hand possessively on Miles' wrist, which now is pulling Miles in tightly.
"He's mine. If I were you I'd leave us alone."
"Hobie ...bro you're seriously drunk...c'mon let's get outta here...excuse me, sorry, haha, sorry..."
Miles took Hobie out of the bar.They walked to the shady alley behind the bar, just the place where Hobie had led him to sneak in.
Miles breathed a few mouthfuls of fresh air from the outside world, and his thoughts gradually became clear.
"You know I'm not a kid--and you shouldn't be treating me like one. I can totally deal with that...what happened at the bar? I can take it by myself."Miles whispered in protest, even if he didn't have that strong, rule-breaking urge like Hobie, he still wanted to be...unprotected from people.
"Yeah?"
Hobie did not say anything about it. However, when Miles looked around to observe his surroundings, Hobie suddenly grabbed Miles' two wrists with one hand and held them above his head, pressing him into a hidden corner; before Miles had time to react, Hobie had covered his entire body up:"Try to break free from me. Then I'll be sure that you can take care of your own--or as you said, not a kid anymore."
Miles began to struggle the first moment he was grabbed, trying to escape from Hobie's hands; both of his wrists were grabbed by Hobbie with one hand, and the web shooters on both sides were blocked by Hobie's fingers thus the launch port could not be used; Miles' legs were separated and controlled by Hobie's knees, and after a full five minutes of trying Miles finally had to admit that he could not get Hobie to let go of him.
But Miles still doesn't want to surrender :"That's not fair--we're all Spider-Man and-and it's not possible that everyone in this pub is!! I mean you have super powers and all that--"
"You have'em too," Hobie "kindly"reminds him，"Just so you know, not everybody we met has superpowers or can shoot webs; but they can and will do something else, some shit you've never seen. "
Miles couldn't argue with that. He realized that Hobie had a point, but right now he didn't really want Hobie to know that he was right, so Miles lowered his head and pulled away stiffly:"You're drunk. Like I said."
"What if I tell ya I was not?"
Hobie suddenly and gently lowered his head, his height making the gesture seem rather oppressive to Miles.
"I was not drunk silly--it's oj."Hobie shook his glass, and the orange liquid in the glass swirled.
"I was just pretend to see how you gonna react. "
"It is???"Miles watched curiously as Hobbie held up a glass of liquid in his handwhich was brought from the bar.
"Well, it's not traditional oj, but I assure you I'm not drunk." Hobie held his so-called orange juice, which mixed with one shot of scotch. His eyes shone in the dark. Miles suddenly felt an impulse--it's only because Hobie's too close to him. And , and Hobie was a model, and he's a good-looking guy--definitely NOT because Miles has a crush on Hobie!!
To cover his "changes", Miles hastily tried to make Hobie get off him:"Okay okay I give up--like, can you let me go?"
Hobie didn't answer. To the contrary, he held Miles' wrist even tighter, leaning closer to Miles' ear:"You got an erection. "
"Need help?"
Miles' mind went blank.
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Hobie is HOT. Like, he has always known Hobie as the cool guy, but on the other hand sometimes Miles can forget about how HOT Hobie is.
He was a supermodel, his limbs are long and slender with amazing proportions, and his accent--like hot is the word god made for Hobie.
Hobie's other hand, the one that is not trapping Miles' wrists, reached for Miles' pants. He held his erection and started rub it gently. He covered Miles' body with his own, pushing Miles against the wall ; it hurts, but the more it hurts, the more excited Miles gets.
Miles didn't know what to say. He didn't know that whether he wanted Hobie to stop, or begging him not to ; and when he looked up and was caught by Hobie's eyes, nothing mattered.
He indulged in that dark, deep, beautiful eyes of Hobie's.
And during the whole process, Hobie never stopped kissing him. He kissed him gently on Miles' cheeks, his lip, neck, collarbone....
"How much you need me , hm?"
Just as Miles was about to reach climax, Hobie suddenly stopped. He used his index finger to lift Miles' chin, making the boy who just turned 18 today looked directly at him and asked.
"How much you need me, Spider-Boy...you're not a kid, so how'bout spill it out like a man, hm? How much--"
"Like...s-so much , please?"
Miles looked up at Hobie, his eyes' watering. To cover up his lacrimal eyes Miles closed them and keep saying,"Please, please...hey I'm saying please, you can't treat me like this..."
" Like what?" Hobie teased him," I don't know whether you want me to continue or stop if you don't say it...."
"Continue...please?"
The word "please " does it for Hobie.Hobie kept comforting Miles while kissing his neck. There's definitely gonna be at least one hickey left. Miles thought to himself dazedly.
"Are you coming to my show?"Hobie suddenly stopped again and ask. To be honest Miles was driven to mad a little. The question came outta nowhere.
"I have this performance at central city next Friday....gonna sing a few songs of Sex Pistols...you wanna come and see me?"
Hobie didn't wait for Miles to answer，instead he gently rested his head on Miles' shoulder and said:"Oh I think I can definitely make you 'cum'.."
He did.
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After all that....what just happened between them, Miles was in no hurry to leave. Neither was Hobie. So they just cuddled together. Hobie insisted on holding Miles' hand, and Miles just gnna let him do it.
"You've got my lipstick on your skin."
Hobie reached for Miles' neck. He rubbed that skin and held it in front of Miles. There was some black color on Hobie's thumb.
"I didn't know you wear lipstick."Miles answered. He realized now he must be covered with Hobie's dark lipstick, considering Hobie just kissed him like a thousand times.
Hobie smiled. He gave Miles another kiss, right on the lips and said, "There are lots of things you don't know about me. But don't worry sweetheart, I'll make sure you know'em all in the future. "
"Besides, it looks good on you. You know, my lipstick."
So Miles' 18th birthday had turned out to be the best one ever. He got himself a hand job...and a boyfriend who's in a punk band.
Things can't get any better. Or can it?
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