bored
For once in his life, Hobie was bored. Yes, he enjoyed the small window of peace he got when he wasn't fighting for his rights and freedom, fighting anomalies that Miguel had practically assigned the main Spiders to chase, or hosting riots in protest of the fascism that pissed all over his city, but this felt different. He could only frown at how dead everything felt, how..empty it got when people weren't fighting, protesting, or vandalising. He let out a heavy sigh, bored out of his wits. The only thing he really had to look forward to was your arrival, seeing as you both shared this apartment, alongside with Gwen when Hobie was feeling 'generous'. He didn't like that you enslaved yourself to your job, letting work get in way of personal time, but he couldn't complain, as much as Hobie wanted to. It gave him a window of time to play his guitar, anyway.
"FUCK!" He hadn't meant to be that loud, but the fact that he couldn't even think of a song to play made him so upset. His fingers felt antsy, itching to play a soothing tune on his sticker-covered guitar, but all he got was blank ideas. Hobie dropped it with a sick feeling of boredom, stabbing at him as if it were one of his beloved bracelets. God, he needed to find something, anything to get this nagging feeling away from him, especially since you'd be gone for a few more hours.
He rubbed his eyes, sitting on his ass was not for him, Hobie concluded. He sat up with a small sigh, going to your shared bedroom. Hobie always liked surrounding himself with things that reminded him of you when you were away. The picture of you two hugging, framed perfectly on your shared dresser brought a goofy smile to his face. That picture lifted his mood, just for a little.
Most of his time alone was utter hell, playing songs that didn't suit his interest at that moment, drawing stick figures with little to no colouring, and laying on the couch until he heard the door open. "Hey, I'm back. I got you a little something." You talk, taking the key out your lock with a free hand, the other holding a bag. "Aw, you really shouldn't have, doll."
"I'm really sorry but I gotta go, bye!" It's seven in the morning and you're already running out the door, only turning back and entering the apartment once more to give Hobie a kiss on the cheek before properly leaving. He let himself sit in bed, eyes squinting at the ceiling before his watch went off. "Hobie. We need you at the Spider Society. It's very important." "Comin', but not because you told me."
"So, what was so important that we had to come here immediately?" "There was a new anomaly spotted in Earth-12041." "Hell yeah!"
Hobie should've left when he had the chance. It didn't even feel like a minute had passed before they kicked the anomaly's ass, letting Jess drag it back to the Spider Society while Gwen gleefully squealed. "Did you see that, Hobie? It's a new record for us!" "Yeah."
"You okay, Hobie? Been starin' at your liquor for a bit." "Yeah, only damn thing to do 'round here. It's been so..boring here." "Pft. Porn always fixes me right up when I get like that." A random patron chimed in, taking a sip of their poison as Hobie eyed them with confusion. "He's right, y'know. Would help your mood if you just blew one."
Hobie was properly buzzed, staying at the pub until it closed and he had to be forced to stumbled back to his shared apartment with equally drunk drinking buddies of his. "G'night, Bug Boy!" His friend spoke, giving him a friendly pat on the back as they let out a snicker. Once Hobie was done fumbling with the keys, he let himself in, head already pounding as he squinted at the light of the lamp that hung in the living room. "Hey, Hobie." "Oh, doll. When'd you get 'ere..?" "Got off early." You pat a spot next to you on the banged up couch, letting Hobie stumble over to it and nuzzle into your neck. "Got a computer today." "You better had stole it from your job, babe." You only wrap an arm around his waist as a response, stifling a yawn with your free hand.
The patron at the bar didn't really help Hobie with his recommendation. All he watched made him only stare with bored eyes, sometimes looking over to his CDs, in case he wanted an alternative. Though, he gave one last video a try.
"I'm home." You announced, running a hand through your hair as you looked around the apartment. Hobie wasn't on his usual spot on the couch, the spot cold once you sat on it to finally relax after a day of work. "Hey, babe. Y'got home pretty late." Hobie said, appearing from your bedroom, slinking over to you and laying on your shoulder. "Mhm." "You wanna try somethin' new?" "Oh, like..hobby stuff?" His hand finds its way on your, then he proceeds to sigh as dramatically as he can, a smirk on his face as soon as you look at him with raised eyebrows.
"You sure you wanna do this, hun?" You put a hand on his head as you look at him for confirmation. "Just shut up and let me do my thing."
He took you in his mouth with little complaints, battling his eyes at you as he sucked you off. It hadn't even been a minute before he tries to take you fully, until you keep the back of his throat and make it ache. You pull him off as he does that stunt, leaving him to wipe spit that dribbled down his lips. "Hobie." You start, raising your hand to reprimand him before looking down at him again, and you can't help but go silent. You forgot just how beautiful Hobie looked on his knees. He gives a knowing smile and stands up, walking to your bedroom and only stopping when you don't follow. "You comin'?"