Miles thought Hobie was cute when he first met him. Miles was sure that he was straight, except when he found Hobie cute.
So one day while they were hanging out in his room- he confessed. Then they made out for longer than Miles would like to admit and started dating. In secret.
Miles wasn’t out to his parents. He wasn’t out to anybody. Nobody knew, except obviously his boyfriend.
His parents knew of Hobie, as his friend. Not as his boyfriend. They made up that they met on the train and started talking- both 16, loved music, etc.
So, Hobie came over a lot. Sometimes his parents knew, most times they didn’t. He does climb through the window after all.
They hung out almost every day. One day they were chillin on Miles’ bed when Hobie spoke up, “I can tell somethings on ya mind. Care to share mate?”
Miles hummed. “I…I feel so conflicted about coming out.” He sighed.
He was tucked into Hobie’s side. Hobie ran his hand up and down his arm. “I guess you just have to do it when the time is right mate. And if ya dad don’t like it, fuck the cops.”
“Hobie!” He slapped him. “I know you don’t like cops but that’s still my dad!” He laid his head back down.
“Fine fine. That’s rubbish but alright.” Hobie kissed his forehead.
“I say we get some rest.” Miles yawned.
“I hate the AM. I hate the PM.” Hobie shrugged.
“I know. But you gotta sleep at some point. Night Hobes, love you.”
“Luv ya too.”
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They hung out mostly everywhere. As a group- with Pav and Gwen. As a trio- with Gwen. With Peter and Gwen. But somehow they were always together.
Even at the HQ. Sometimes they made out in the storage closet. Why couldn’t they wait? Sometimes you love somebody so much you wanna be with them all hours of the day. Whose to judge, right?
One particular storage closet day, they had just gotten back from a mission. Miles had to get a gash stitched up on his stomach and his leg, so after, they secretly headed to the closet.
Hobie lifted Miles up and sat him on the table, “wouldn’t want to tear your stitches huh mate? Like a cripple” He chuckled.
Miles rested his hands through his hair and on the back of his head. “Guess not. But I missed you today, you felt so far away.”
“Mate I was right near ya the whole time. I carried your bleeding arse back to the group.”
Miles didn’t reply, just leaned in to kiss him. The door swung open harshly a few seconds later. Miles flung back and Hobie jumped around. It was Miguel, and he did not look happy.
Clearly they were too busy kissing and chatting to notice the faint buzz of their spider senses.
“So you missed debriefing for this?” He growled angrily.
Miles never liked Miguel, or really, Miguel never liked him. He gave Miles the creeps. Like Miguel would pounce on him any chance Miles had his back turned.
“And what about it mate?” Hobie crossed his arms, almost fully standing in front of Miles.
Miguel’s eyes narrowed. He stalked over, picking up Hobie by the front of his jacket and dragging him out of the storage closet. “Hey! Get the fuck offa’ me!”
“Hey!” Miles hopped down and tried to keep up. He has a slight limp and pain shot through his leg everytime he put too much pressure on it.
They made it to the debrief room and Miguel lifted Hobie completely off the ground. He got a few good kicks in-but Miguel held him farther away. There was a decent amount of Spiders there-including Peter, Jess, Gwen, Pav, Peni and Margo.
He held out Hobie in front of them. “This! This is a bad example!” He shook with rage. He dropped Hobie, who fell into Gwen.
“What the fuck mate!” Hobie stood up angrily dusted himself off.
Then Miguel turned and grabbed Miles by the arm. He dragged him over and Miles almost lost his footing. “And this!” He shouted. “This is what I call a mistake!” He shouted out. Everyone stared, eyes wide.
“You are nothing. You’re a mistake and you were never meant to be spiderman.” He hissed at Miles. Miles looked up at him with wide eyes, he didn’t even know how to react. Miguel could kill him in seconds if he really wanted to.
Everyone watched as Hobie walked forward and got face to face with Miguel. “If you don’t put him down right now. I will rip off every claw you have and shove it so far up your arse, it’ll come out your brain.” He seethed.
They stared at each other for what felt likes hours and Miguel dropped Miles, walking up toward the debrief table and shoulder checking Hobie on the way.
Hobie caught Miles by the arm before he could get out of reach. “I caught these two MAKING OUT INSTEAD OF DEBRIEFING!” Miguel slammed his fists down on the table. He turned back towards them, “YOU WANNA BE A REAL SPIDERMAN? THEN GET YOUR ASSES TOGETHER! You- we are here to protect multiple earths. Multiple realities. People’s lives are on the line with every anomaly.” He threatened. He turned around and got into Miles’ face. “Do it again and you’re done for good.” He made once last glance around the room, a threatening glare at Hobie, and then stalked out.
The room was dead silent in shock. Nobody knew what to say. Miles just stared. Looking from Peter to Gwen to his other friends to try and gauge their reactions. He was just outed, with his boyfriend, infront of tons of other spidermen. He turned around, still shocked, and walked towards the door.
Hobie walked up behind him, sliding his boyfriends arm around his neck- to support his weight and keep him off his bad leg, and kept walking without saying a word.
They walked in silence. As they exited and closed the door behind them, the room abrupted into chatter.
Two Spider-Men have never been together before- especially from two different dimensions. Was it a canon event? No. But was it normal? No.
They headed to one of the lounge rooms. Hobie helped Miles to the couch, then went back and locked the door. He turned to see Miles with his face in his hands.
He could hear him gasping for air. He sat down next to Miles, using his hand to push his head onto his shoulder. He took his boyfriends hand and put it to his chest.
“Follow my breathin babe.” He rubbed soothing motions on the side of his arm.
“I promise it’s gonna be alright. If anyone has somethin bad to say then fuck ‘em” Miles sniffled.
Hobie took his face in his hands and wiped a stray tear. “Don’t listen to ‘em shitbags.”
“Thanks.” Miles rubbed his eyes.
“The side and leg holdin up? Y’alright?” He leaned back against the couch.
“Yeah. Just sore I guess. What’s the excuse for my parents this time?” He asked.
“Hmmm. Fell outta a tree?” Hobie suggested.
“Not bad. We’ll go with that this time.” He chuckled.
There was a knock at the door, Miles stiffened.
“Miles? Hobie?” Gwen said. “It’s just me and Peter. We wanna talk?”
Miles turned to him and nodded. Hobie stood up, unlocked the door and opened it. He had a stern look on his face.
Peter walked past him and Gwen and went straight to Miles. Next thing he knew arms were wrapped around his neck. “Thank you for taking care of Miles.” She whispered. He smiled and when she pulled away- she smiled back.
“Well he’s my boyfriend ain’t he?” He smirked.
She playfully slapped his arm. “I knew it.” She shut the door and they turned to Peter and Miles. Peter was crouched down- Miles had his arms around Peter, sniffling with his head on Peters shoulder.
“You know I’ll always be there for you.” Peter reassured. “And you two too.” He chuckled. They all laughed.
Peter stood up. “I better go get Mayday before Jess kills me. But my watch is always on, call if ya need me.” He did a playful salute and walked out.
“I gotta get home. Maybe the time’ll be right.” Miles stood up.
He hugged Hobie and gave him a kiss on the lips, Gwen made a choking sound in the background. He gave Gwen a hug, then tapped his watch and he was gone.
Gwen and Hobie sat down on the couch. He picked up the remote and turned on the tv. He broke the silence, “up for some games?”