miguel had been in a shitty mood all day, and practically everyone had noticed — it was a little hard not to notice when you were getting yelled at for existing.
now, miguel being pissy wasn’t unusual, but today seemed far worse than usual. everyone had done their best to avoid him — which got a little bit easier when he had shut himself up in his office area. unfortunately, everyone could still hear his yells at the sounds of stuff being broke. eventually, jessica and peter were done with his shit.
they stood outside the door, debating their next moves. “i can go in,”
peter waved his hand dismissively. “nah. i’ve got it. don’t worry,” he looked to her with a grin. she shrugged, humming. “not gonna fight you over it,”
this is what miguel always did — he knew no one would bother him when he sounded so pissed off. most people didnt care enough to find out while he was still throwing a fit. peter wasn’t scared of him. he’d known miguel a long time, and he’d seen him through his worst. jessica put her hand on his shoulder. “well, if you’ve got this, i’m gonna head home.” he flicked his gaze away from the door and to her, before nodding. “sure, sounds good.” she hummed again, and with that, she was on her way.
peter took a long inhale, before asking lyla to get the door open. she did so, and he made his way in. the only lights that were on were the computer lights, so it was decently easy to locate miguel. “do you have to hide in the dark? you’re like a brooding fifteen year old.”
he didn’t get any reply — not that he was expecting one — so he headed over to him. the other man had his head laid on the desk, he didn’t seem to notice peter coming up behind him, which was obviously odd. he started to put his hand on miguel’s shoulder, and miguel immediately sat up, mumbling a curse under his breath. he snapped his gaze to peter, his eyebrows furrowed. “can i help you?”
peter looked over his face. “were you sleeping?”
”shut up.”
he rolled his eyes, settling his hands on his hips. “that’s not an answer. is that why you’ve been such an ass today? are you not sleeping enough?”
miguel groaned. “i dont need this right now,” peter snorted. “yeah, what you need is to relax.”
“i dont have time to relax,”
”you’re literally doing nothing.”
miguel shrugged, and a silence fell over them. after a few minutes, he cleared his throat, sighing. “what do you usually do to relax?”
peter choked, heavily debating his next words. a light pink flushes his cheeks. “..well, you know,”
the younger man just looked at him. “no, parker, no, i dont know.” he flicked his gaze over his face, looking for any sign of teasing, but he was pretty sure miguel was entirety serious.
pretty sure.
peter sighed. “usually take my frustrations out sexually.” miguel seems a bit caught off guard by that statement, just mumbling a quiet ‘ah.’
another silence fell over them — an awkward one this time, and peter felt like it was a good opportunity to toss out a joke. “what, you don’t have a fuck buddy?” miguel immediately looked to him. “excuse me? obviously not. i dont have time for that kinda shit.”
he paused. “what? like you don’t do anything?” miguel just shrugs, but that was all the answer peter needed. he whistled. “no reason you’re so damn pissy all the time, you just need a good org—“
miguel growled, shooting him an intense glare before he could finish. he huffed, holding his hands up defensively. “just sayin’..” he pauses. “you know, if you needed some help with that—“
he got that glare again, taking it as his sign to stop talking. he looked back to the computer screens, and peter looked down at the floor. “..do you do it often?”
”huh?”
”sleep around. you said fuck buddy. do you sleep around often?”
”oh — no. i dont. kinda,” he shrugged.
“right.” miguel nodded, trying to focus on something else again. it wasn’t very easy, now that peter had put the idea of sex into his head — and not just sex, sex with him.
after a few more moments of painful silence, miguel let out a soft sigh, muttering something.
peter looked at him, his eyebrows furrowed. “huh?”
”i said maybe you’re right.”
the other nearly choked at that. in the fifteen years of friendship, he wasn’t sure if he had ever heard miguel say he was right. “what?”
there was that glare again. “you heard me. maybe i need to take you up on your offer and deal with some of my sexual frustration..”
“huh. didn’t think i’d hear that,” his cheeks flushed a light pink, and he started to stand up. “well then, uh, i think i’ll leave you to that-?”
“no, wait—“ miguel grabbed his wrist, not daring to look up at him. “..the whole thing. i want to take you up on the whole offer.”
”you want to have sex with me?”
miguel groaned. “quiet down! its not that i want to have sex with you, you’re just the one who offered.” peter snorted. “right. if that’s what you wanna go with.” miguel crossed his arms over his chest, and peter stood up out of his chair, just so he could step closer. miguel started to stand as well, just for peter to put his hand on his shoulder, pushing him back down.
he also liked the small height advantage it gave him.
miguel could’ve easily stood anyway, but he stayed put. peter hummed at that, before leaning down to connect their lips. he set his other hand on his shoulder, just resting them there. miguel opted to putting his hands on peter’s hips. instinctively, he traced a small circle along his hip bones. peter didn’t waste any time, nipping at the younger’s bottom lip. miguel swallowed back any noises that threatened to leave his mouth at that, parting his lips before he could really think about it.
he pushed his tongue into his mouth, leaning a bit closer to him.
the kiss continued for a few minutes, before peter pulled back, earning a small frown from miguel. peter chuckled, moving his hand from his neck, to his cheek, and then under his chin. he tilted his head up a little. his thumb rested on his lower lip. he wanted to tease just a bit, so he pushes his thumb into his mouth a little. not too far — for fear of miguel biting his damn finger off.
miguel seemed tempted to part his lips again, but pushed that thought to the side, wanting to keep some of his dignity. he kissed down his jawline, savoring the way miguel squirmed. “really has been a while, hm?”
”shut the fuck up.”
”you’re sure not being very nice considering what i’m doing for you,” he didn’t get a reply to that. “let’s move to the couch, yeah?” he got a hum in response, moving away so miguel could get up.
the office had a weird set up, and peter always wondered why there was even a couch in there — a rather large one, at that, considering the fact miguel never used it. however, he was currently pretty happy about it.
”this things practically a bed,” peter noted, as he got on. miguel huffed. “obviously. sometimes it’s too late to walk home,”
he furrowed his brows again. “that’s a really bad habit, you know. you shouldn’t overwork yourself like that.” all he got was a shrug.
“clothes, off.” he demanded, before continuing his lecture. “you’re going to wear yourself out. you do too much,” miguel was doing his best to tune him out as he sat on the couch — discarding his clothes as he had been told. “you’ve got hundreds of people working here for a reason, miguel, and it’s not so that you can take all the work on yourself,” he started to take his sweats off as he spoke. “its so that you have help. you don’t need to do everything yourself.”
miguel looked down, in hopes it would help him ignore the other. but, to his dismay, peter just put his hand back on his chin and lifted his head again. “listen. you do more than enough for everyone, and we all appreciate what you do, okay? you’ve got to stop overworking yourself.” miguel just looked at him.
”say you understand.”
nothing.
”miguel,”
he sighed. “i understand.”
”good boy.”
the sentence very clearly caught him off guard, but also did things to him he didn’t want to admit to.
“hm.” peter flicked his gaze over him. “lube?”
miguels face seemed to flush at the word, and he huffed again. “.. top drawer of the desk.” peter raised a brow. “huh,” he got off the couch and headed over to the desk. he opened the drawer, and sure enough, there it was. he got it out, before going back to miguel. “get on your hands and knees,”
he got another blank stare.
peter sighed. “c’mon, sweetheart, let me take care of you.” miguel furrowed his brows, heavily debating his words, before he caved and did as he was told. peter put his hand on his waist. “there we go, doing so well.” he slid his hand down, before removing it entirely. he loved how much the little touches made the taller man squirm.
he didn’t waste anymore time, getting some lube on his fingers. “might be cold,”
miguel just hummed, flinching slightly when peter slowly pushed the first finger in.
“hnn—” he let out a soft whine before he had the chance to stop it, and a small grin crossed peter’s face. he was going to get every last sound out of this man.
“think you can take two?” another hum.
he added some more lube, just incase, before he started slowly scissoring him open.
now, he was really starting to get sounds out of miguel. he was squirming under his touch, light gasps and ‘ah, ah’s leaving his mouth. however, what peter didn’t expect, was when he removed his fingers and a breathy “please.” left miguel’s mouth.
he couldn’t help a small chuckle at that. “please? please, what?”
miguel attempted to grind back on his hand, huffing when peter held his hips in place. “gotta tell me what you want, baby,” he ran his thumb along his hip.
”hh..” he huffed out another heavy breathe. “i want you.” peter wouldve loved to continue teasing him, see how much more begging he could get out of him, but unfortunately, his hard on was become quite a problem too. so, despite how much he didn’t want to, he decided to be content with that answer. “good,” he praised, getting some lube in his hand, before stroking his dick a few times.
once he decided he was ready, he lined himself up and slowly pushed into the other. he absolutely savored the choked whine he pulled out of miguel.
“..move.”
peter whistled. “that was pretty demanding, i thought we were working on that?”
he groaned, attempting to move his hips again, just to have peter hold them in place. again.
he grumbled out some curses, but nonetheless , he did as peter wanted. “please move. i’ve been good—“
”couldn’t hear you,”
he really wanted to glare at peter right now. “please move. i’ve been good.” he repeated. “i’ve listened well—“ peter smiled. “see? wasnt so hard.” with that, he started slowly thrusting. miguel let a few soft moans leave his lips. he was trying his best to be quiet, but as said — it had been a while.
a small shift in peter’s angle, and the loud moan miguel let out told him everything he needed to know. he continued to hit that spot dead on, adoring the others noises. miguel started rocking himself back as well, and peter let him this time. he moved his hand from his hip to his leaking dick, wrapping his hand around it. he started to give him a few slow strokes, and he got the exact reaction he wanted from miguel. “hn— fuck—“ he smiled at that, keeping his pace. “doing so well for me, d’ya know that? doing perfect. you look so pretty like this.. underneath me, all fucked out. where’d all that attitude go?” he teased, and all he got from miguel was a moan.
it wasnt long before he stopped rocking his hips, another pitiful whine leaving his mouth. “’m close—“
peter hummed, picking up his pace. “alright, beautiful, go on. finish for me.” a few more strokes and he did just that — peter stopped stroking, but didn’t stop his thrusts for a few more minutes, until he got to finish.
afterwards, he pulled out, and laid down beside miguel. “mh.. we should probably clean up.” miguel just rolled over to face him. “later.” peter turned his head to look at him, before nodding. “yeah, alright.”